8. Chapter Seven
Chapter Seven
Cade
Last night was everything. We’d learned we would be sharing a hotel room, spent the night walking around the area, before coming back to our hotel for the night all the while holding hands and sharing soft, chaste kisses.
Everything with Spencer feels so naive and soft, but not in a bad way. It’s different than how I usually approach relationships but because it’s different, this thing with him feels special . I’ve never felt this way about someone before. It’s terrifyingly wonderful.
It takes me far longer than it should to realize I’m no longer on my side of the bed. When I went to sleep last night, I made sure to leave plenty of room for Spencer but this morning, I’m in the middle of the bed with him pressed tightly against my back.
And something long and hard is currently pressed against my lower back.
My brain goes from sleepy and just waking up to wide awake in a matter of seconds. I’m not sure how I should react. Do I playfully tease him? Do I wake him up? Do I slide out of bed before Spencer even realizes what’s going on?
Before I can do anything, Spencer is taking the decision from me. He lets out a broken noise, his hips moving to slide his erection against my ass. His arm is loosely wrapped around my middle but as he slowly wakes up, his hold on me tightens.
My own morning wood throbs within my boxers and now that Spencer’s cock is nudging against my ass, I feel myself beginning to slick. I clench around nothing, biting my bottom lip before I groan with frustration.
This is not what I was expecting this morning but if Spencer is into it, then I’m more than happy to see where this will go.
“Morning?”
Spencer’s hips press against me harder, his cock nudging between my cheeks fully now. He’s so close to where I want him but our boxers are in the way. Just when I’m about to turn around and kiss Spencer, his body tenses.
Ah, it seems someone was dry humping me in his sleep. Shit, why is that so hot?
“You okay?”
“Shit, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize--”
I grab his hand that’s against my chest. “It’s okay,” I say right away, bringing his palm to my face and kissing the middle of it. “You felt so good against me. Keep going.”
There’s a long pause where I wonder if I’ve accidentally pushed Spencer but just before I can say more, to tell him he only needs to do what he’s comfortable with, his body relaxes. His chest presses more firmly against my back, his cock fully wedging between my cheeks and pressing against my wet hole through our boxers. A surprised moan leaves my lips. Gods, that feels so good but it could be so much better if we get naked.
“Cade.”
“Yeah,” I breathe out, squeezing his hand. “I’m here. What do you want, Spencer?”
“You,” he says right away. The intensity of his answer makes sparks dance across my skin. Have I ever felt so desired before? “Just you. Whatever you want.”
I need him. I need to see his face. I flip over despite how much I want his cock against my ass, knowing his lips against mine will be even better than dry humping like teenagers.
“Spencer,” I whisper before putting my hand on Spencer’s face and guiding his mouth to mine. I’m lost in Spencer, overwhelmed by the feel of him, the taste of him, the smell of him. Last night I told him he was perfect and today is no different. We slot together just right.
He feels like mine .
My head swims as the thought solidifies inside my heart. The things I feel are so deep, so strong. I want to do everything in my power to make Spencer my mate. I want to woo him and fuck him and mark him and learn how to properly love him.
I shouldn’t be feeling these things so soon but I don’t care. I know what I want and I don’t plan on shying away from these feelings just because they’re scary.
“Fuck, Spencer.” Spencer licks his lips. “Is that what you want? To fuck?”
I can’t help but smile. “Yeah,” I whisper, stealing another kiss. “But only if that’s what you want too. We go at your pace, Spencer.”
“I want to be inside you more than I’ve ever wanted anything ever. Please? Can I?”
Instead of answering, I shimmy out of my boxers, tossing them onto the floor. Spencer’s hands are on my chest, pulling my shirt up. “This too. Please. Need to see all of you.”
I chuckle at his enthusiasm. I like seeing him like this, taking what he wants without worrying about being embarrassed. He’s beautiful like this, lost in his lust.
Once I’m naked and on my back, Spencer hovers over me, his eyes devouring me. His eyes are like a physical caress against my skin, making me shiver. I tug at the front of his shirt.
“You too, Spencer. Let me see you, sweetheart.”
There’s that beautiful blush I find myself falling for. Spencer sits back on his heels, his thighs spread. I can see the way he’s hard, the front of his boxers tenting in a way that has my mouth watering. I want my mouth on him, I want to taste him. Fuck, I can’t wait to feel him inside me.
Once Spencer is out of his clothes, I can’t help but stare. His body is thin yet strong, his skin the prettiest pale color. His cock is thin and long, just like the rest of him.
“I think I might be dreaming,” I murmur, looking him up and down. “Because there’s no way such a beautiful angel is in my bed right now.”
Spencer slaps my hip, the sting only adding to my arousal. He rolls his eyes at me and affection blooms in my chest, bright and light. “Stop it. You don’t have to sweet talk me, I’m already here.”
“I’ll never stop sweet talking you, Spencer. You deserve to be wooed and praised. I want you to know just how much I want you until it’s impossible for you to doubt. This isn’t just a quick fuck, it’s the start of something.”
Spencer blinks a few times before a shy smile brightens his face. “Okay,” he says, leaning down on his arms and pressing me against the sheets. “I’ll allow the sweet talking, because it’s you and I know you mean it.”
My arms wrap about his back, my nails sliding down his spine. Spencer raises up, chasing the touch not unlike a giant cat. The smell of our combined lust fills the room, making my mouth water. I’m slick, aching to be filled and I can tell I’m not the only one.
One of my hands goes to the back of Spencer’s neck, tugging him down into a kiss. As my tongue passes his lips to press against his tongue, my other hand moves lower, caressing his ass. The sound that Spencer makes against my lips sets a fire burning inside me.
The hand on his ass moves to his crack, skimming a finger against his wet hole. He gasps and I can’t help but smile.
“Please,” he begs against my lips.
“Anything you want,” I tell him, pressing my middle finger inside. Holy shit, he’s so wet and hot. I pull out, rubbing the pad of my finger over his hole before pushing back in once more. I do that over and over until Spencer is practically vibrating above me, sweat dripping down his spine. As much as I’d like to sit here and tease him, I think that can wait for another day. Today, we both need .
I swing my leg around Spencer’s hip, pulling him down. “Get inside me, Spencer. Come on, sweetheart. Take your pleasure from my body.”
Normally, I’d expect Spencer to argue or at least ask if I’m sure, but he’s so far gone in his lust, he moves without thinking. I love it. His desperation is addictive.
“Cade,” Spencer breathes out, his body tensing as he pushes the tip into my ass. I do my best to steady myself, relaxing my body so the intrusion isn’t too much for me. He pushes slowly but surely, stretching me open, hitting all the best spots within me as he goes. “Fuck!”
“So good,” I tell him, tossing my head back against the pillows. “So good, Spencer. Keep going.”
As his hips connect with my ass, impaling me fully, our mouths find each other once more. Having Spencer inside of me feels more right than words can describe. We are exactly where we’re supposed to be, with the person we’re supposed to be with.
I’m not sure if I believe in destiny or true mates or soulmates or any of that, but feeling Spencer inside of me, rearranges all of my beliefs. Those things might be true if it means that’s why we’re here, right now, like this.
Spencer pulls away just enough for us to breathe each other’s air. His hips pull back before sliding back inside. He’s so fucking long, he feels so fucking good moving inside me.
“Harder,” I tell him, nodding my head. “Please, Spencer. Harder. Come on, I’m a big boy, I’m not gonna break.”
“Yeah, okay,” he says, finally letting go. He chases his pleasure, using my body to get himself off. He fucks into me with long, hard strokes, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room.
My nails dig into his back, holding him tight, wishing there was a way we could somehow get even closer. There will be long, red marks down Spencer’s spine by the time we’re done but I don’t care. The opposite actually, I hope they stay on his skin for awhile. I want him to be marked, I want him to be mine.
Spencer closes his eyes, burying his face against the side of my throat. He murmurs against my skin, whimpering softly as he pistons his hips forward, fucking into me quicker and quicker. Gods, he’s beautiful like this, chasing his pleasure with abandonment.
“Keep going. Please, Spencer. Come inside me. Mark my insides with your cum.”
I get a drawn out whine in response. Our movements are animalistic, nothing more than instincts taking over, yet at the same time, despite fucking roughly, there’s still an underlining of softness.
“Fuck, Cade,” Spencer gasps out, “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come. I’m so close.”
“Let go. Go on, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”
Spencer groans as his hips still, his cock throbbing inside me as he comes. He bites down against my shoulder, not enough to break skin but even so, I feel my body break out in goosebumps. So close to the real thing that I can practically taste it. I hope the bite bruises so it’ll last longer.
“Wow,” Spencer breathes out, pulling away so he can look down at me. “That was intense.”
I raise my hand to his face, cupping his cheek. “Yeah, it was. You were magnificent.”
“Really?”
“Yes,” I breathe out. “You were stunning, chasing your pleasure like that and feeling you come inside me was hot as fuck.”
Spencer blushes before kissing me, shoving his tongue into my mouth. I moan, long and hard, shoving my hips up into the hair, brushing my cock against Spencer’s stomach.
“Fuck,” he says, pulling back and looking between us. “You didn’t come. Let me just,” he starts to say, crawling down my body. I quickly stop him, pulling him back up. “Don’t you want?”
I smirk before flipping the two of us over. Spencer goes willingly, giggling as I shove him onto his stomach on the bed. I straddle his ass, letting my cock slide between the globes of his ass. Jesus, he’s so fucking wet, so much so I can smell it in the air.
“Is this okay?”
“Fuck yes. Please, Cade.”
Despite the fact that Spencer just came, the result of that still dripping down the back of my thighs, he seems ready to go again. One of the perks of being an omega is our refractory time. Instead of needing to wait for a knot to go down, we can just keep going and going and going.
I run my fingers down Spencer’s spine, my hips sliding through his wet crack. I watch as goosebumps rise up on his skin. He raises his hips, whining wordlessly for me to get inside him. Instead, I continue to tease him until he finally breaks.
“Jesus, Cade. Get the fuck inside me before I lose my mind!”
I chuckle as I finally point the tip of my cock against his hole. I push inside, watching as his pretty pink hole swallows the tip of my dick. I stay right there, stroking the bottom half of my cock while the tip is warmed by his slick ass.
“Oh my gods,” Spencer gasps out. “More. Please, Cade.”
“Just the tip,” I tell him with a laugh. “Do you really need more than the tip?”
“Give me the entire thing before I flip us over and ride you until you see stars!”
Oh, I love seeing this side of Spencer. Part of me is tempted to continue the teasing just to see more of this side of him. Lucky for Spencer, I’m so fucking desperate that I don’t have time to tease a second longer.
In one long thrust, I push my entire cock into Spencer’s body.
We fit together so perfectly it steals my breath and by the little whimpering coming from below me, I think it’s safe to assume that Spencer feels the same way. I start slowly, fucking into him softly, stretching this out as much as I can handle.
“Feels so good,” Spencer says, burying his face against my pillow, breathing in my scent. “So good, Cade. Please. Make me come. I’m so close. Just a little faster. Fuck!”
I pull Spencer’s hips up off the bed, reaching beneath him so I can get my hand on his cock. I stroke him quickly while fucking him with that slow, sensual pace. It doesn’t take long before his body is tensing below me, his ass a vise grip around my dick, milking my orgasm right out of me without my permission.
I let out a broken noise as I come, painting Spencer’s insides, marking him in a way that’s both hot as hell, and intimate, something I’ve never done with another person.
That’s when it hits me what we’ve just done. We were washed away by our lust and instincts that we didn’t think about grabbing a condom. Fuck.
My heart races as I pull out, watching as my cum drips from Spencer’s hole, covering the back of his balls. Fuck that’s hot, but it also makes me worried as fuck. We should have talked about this before we did it, but it’s a little late to try to put that cat back into the bag.
I flop down onto the bed beside Spencer who quickly readjusts himself, tucking himself against my chest. I wrap my arms around him, kissing the top of his head.
A soft rumbling begins to emanate between us. I look down in surprise, finding Spencer hiding his face against my chest. It's like a soft growl except it’s not, and I’m pretty sure it’s coming from Spencer’s chest.
“Sorry,” he whispers shyly. “I can’t help it.”
“What is that?” That’s when it hits me. A grin stretches across my face and my chest feels like it might actually burst with affection. “Are you purring ?”
“Yes! But I can’t help it! I’m sorry if it’s weird.”
I tighten my arms around Spencer. Just a moment ago, I was ready to start panicking, wondering if all of this was too much, worried I’d gone too far only to have each and every one of those worries melt away at the sensation of Spencer purring against me.
“It’s not weird,” I tell him right away, my voice soft. “It’s wonderful. It means you’re happy and safe, right?”
“Yeah. It means my inner cat is happy.” Spencer swallows before leaning on his elbow in order to meet my eye. “ You make me happy, Cade. You make me feel safe. You make me feel,” his words cut off and he looks away, biting his bottom lip. “You make me feel a lot of things.”
I caress his cheek. “You make me feel those things too, Spencer. I’m not someone who’s ever wanted a relationship but with you, I find myself wanting all those things and more.”
Spencer’s face softens as he leans fully against my hand. He’s so adorable. “I’m so glad because if I was the only one feeling these things, I’d be really sad.”
“We wouldn’t want that,” I whisper, pulling him down into another soft kiss. It feels so good to be on the same page about this. We’re both in uncharted territory and navigating this together.
We stay like that all morning, holding each other as our cum cools and leaves us stuck together, the soft purring lulling us in this bubble of intimacy. I never want this bubble to pop.