He nods. “Never trusted anyone enough.”
I feel a surge of warmth that he trusts me as much as he does. Spence steps back, pulling me up from the couch. “Come on,” he says. Then he hands me my crutches, and leads me down the hall.
When we reach the bedroom, he helps me sit on the edge of the bed and takes my crutches. I watch as he strips his clothes off, my eyes greedily devouring the sight.
Spence walks back over, looking like he just walked onto a porn set, ready to fuck. His dick is still rock hard, bouncingproudly between his thighs. He grabs a fistful of my hair and says, “I haven’t been able to pound that jock ass in weeks because you had to go and get yourself injured. What should we do about that?”
I look up at him and lick my lips, knowing what’s coming.
“I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours and come down your throat, that’s what.” Spence says, practically growling.
“Fuuuuck,” is all I can manage to get out. I lay on my back on the bed, head resting just at the edge, and I wiggle with anticipation. I watch him walk into his closet and when he comes back, he has a thick corded rope.
Spence grabs both my wrists, crosses them and places them on my abs, completely ignoring my hard dick straining to greet him from within my sweats. With a deftness and skill I should probably be concerned with, he intricately ties my hands together at the wrists. I watch him, a mix of excitement and lust coursing through me.
When he’s satisfied with how my hands are bound, he walks around to the side of the bed and helps me scoot until my head hangs off. Then he places both of his hands on each side of my waist and says, “Open your mouth.”
I do as I’m told and Spence starts to fuck my mouth, his cock sliding deep into my throat. I take everything he gives me, gagging and gurgling, drool running down the side of my mouth, and I love every second of it.
“Fuck, you look so good like this,” Spence rumbles, his hips moving faster.
I try to mumble a response, but it comes out as a garbled mess. Spence laughs, a dominant, satisfied sound. “Just take it, slut. Take it all.”
Spence leans forward, sinking balls deep into my throat and stills, his balls resting on my forehead while I focus on breathing through my nose. He dips his hands into the waist of my sweatsand slides them far enough down my hips to let my cock spring free, and I groan around his thick shaft when he gives me a couple rough strokes.
In need of air, I raise my bound hands and he pulls back. I suck in air, spluttering and choking, tears running from my eyes into the river of saliva now falling to the floor. Fuck, I love the sensation of being used by him.
“Scoot back so your head is on the bed,” he tells me. I wriggle my ass forward, grateful for the more comfortable position. Spence kneels on the bed, those mighty thighs on either side of my head. Then he drops forward and engulfs my cock in wet heat, taking me to the base in one go.
“Jesus fuck!” I yelp. Spence laughs around my dick, the vibrations sending me into orbit. He reaches between his legs and presses his dick down—a silent command to get it back in my mouth. It’s a bit of a challenge with my hands still restrained, but I’m no quitter. I’ll suckle on that thing like a hamster in a cage if I have to.
Luckily, Spence shift his hips, giving me easier access. And fuck, this is the hottest sixty-nine ever. It only takes two minutes and I’m blowing in his mouth. Spence takes it all, then cleans the head of my cock with his tongue before looking down at me and saying, “My turn.”
A dozen or so thrust later, Spence comes down my throat, a deep groan escaping him. He rolls over, collapsing on the bed and we both take a moment to catch our breath. After a couple minutes, Spence unties me, rubbing my wrists where the rope was. He gets up and walks his naked, glorious ass into his bathroom, coming back with a warm, wet washcloth. He spends a good amount of time wiping me down tenderly. From head to toe.
I look up at him, a soft smile on my face. “Thank you,” I whisper—for reasons beyond just a good throat dicking.
Spence nods, a gentle look in his eyes. “Anytime, my gorgeous little slut. Anytime.”
Spence helps me pull my shirt over my head and then hauls me up, guiding me back to the living room. He makes sure I’m settled before we start picking through the mountain of gear he and Anthony brought. I grab a box with some weird fold-out contraption and turn it over in my hands.
“That’s a stand and keyboard for your tablet,” Spence says, grabbing it and showing me how it unfolds. “I figured that would help you manage social media easier. You can also go live for micro content—like cooking tips and techniques, or just Q&A sessions.”
I shake my head in wonder. “This is so great, Spence. You guys really thought of everything.”
He just smiles, casual but a little shy, and I have to physically stop myself from launching at him and begging him to give in and fucking kiss me already. The sex is insane—easily the best I’ve ever had—but I fucking need to kiss those perfect, full lips. I just know the sex will be even more fire if he’d let himself ease up on his damn rules.
It hits me, then, that aside from the hospital, we haven’t really let each other see the private, intimate parts of our lives. An idea starts to bubble in my brain. I want him to see that part of me—and I’m going to need a little help with this little field trip anyway. Why not Spence?
I clear my throat. “Hey, would you...um—” Spence raises a brow, waiting. “Would you go somewhere with me?”
He looks at me, a little confused. “That depends. Where would you like me to take you?”
I fidget with the drawstring on my sweats. “There’s something I do in my free time. No one knows about it. But it’s kind of a commitment, and I haven’t been since…this.” I wave my hand at the cast on my leg.
Spence crosses his arms, clearly intrigued but skeptical. “Okayyy,” he says, sounding suspicious.
I laugh, nervous. “It’s nothing bad or weird. I just need help getting there and some assistance once we’re there.”
