CHAPTER SIX #2
He shuddered. “Don’t tempt me, Declan.”
“Why not?” I rubbed the palm of my hand over one of his nipples, and he groaned. “You want it that bad?”
“You know I do.” He pressed his face into the crook of my neck, breathing raggedly.
As much as I’d have liked to take him bare, I wasn’t that reckless. “Come on.” I took his arm and led him down the hall to my bedroom.
The big bed was unmade because I’d been running late this morning. Scout’s tennis ball was on the pillow, which I swatted to the floor. I grabbed a small bottle of lube and a few condoms from the bedside table.
Spencer laughed. “Is Scout going to be insulted I’m taking his spot in your bed?”
“Too bad if he is.” I pushed him down onto the mattress, and he went willingly, pulling me down on top of him. The weight of my body on his, chest to chest, hips to hips, made us both groan.
I kissed down his neck, tasting salt and the faint trace of cologne at his pulse point.
His skin was smooth and warm under my mouth.
He tipped his head back, and his breath came in sharp, shallow bursts as I worked my way down to his collarbone, then lower, my lips trailing across his chest. He was lean but solid, muscles tight under the skin, and when I grazed my teeth over his nipple, he arched up off the bed.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his nails digging into my shoulders.
He was fully hard, thick and flushed. I opened the lube with one thumb and dribbled lube down his length.
Then I wrapped my hand around him and started stroking him as he made a little growling sound deep in his throat.
He lowered his head to the pillow, lips parted, watching me stroke him.
He was beautifully responsive, shivering and moaning every few seconds.
He whimpered and let his thighs fall open, gripping a handful of the comforter.
I rolled on a condom and began to prep him slow, watching his face for any sign of discomfort. He was tight at first, his body tensing around my finger, and I kissed his hip, his stomach, the inside of his thigh until he relaxed. When I added a second finger, he groaned and rocked against my hand.
“More,” he said. “I’m good. Come on.”
I settled between his muscular thighs and pressed the head of my cock against his hole. He gritted his teeth as I slowly pressed into him, and we both groaned when my cock slid inside his tight heat.
“Oh, fuck.” He grunted, lips drawing back from his teeth, but it was more pleasure than pain. He pressed back on his elbows, dark hair falling across his brow, watching every inch of me disappear inside him.
He looked so beautiful, cheeks pink, pupils blown, lips swollen from my kisses. I just wanted to fucking devour him, and I couldn’t help giving a little thrust. He panted as he took my thick shaft deeper, feverish eyes pinned on me.
“Jesus,” he mumbled, sweat gleaming on his face. “Fuck, you’re big.”
“Should I stop?”
“Hell no.”
I laughed and thrust again, fully sliding into him. His body was trembling as he got used to the feel and heft of my cock inside him. I lowered my weight onto him, kissing his shoulder. I could feel his heartbeat racing, and then he moved his hips, moaning as he began to fuck himself on my dick.
Excitement spiraled through me, and I matched his rhythm, meeting his little needy thrusts and answering by going even deeper inside him. I loved the way his breath hitched with every thrust. Like I was drilling into his fucking soul.
“Feels so good to finally be inside you,” I whispered.
“Don’t stop. Please.” He stared into my eyes, whining as I thrust into him.
“I promise. I’m not stopping,” I rumbled, pumping harder. I tangled my fingers in his hair and watched him unravel.
“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.” He spread his thighs wider, bearing down on my cock like he couldn’t get me deep enough. His sounds became more desperate. Urgent. He started jerking himself, one arm over his eyes, groaning with every stroke of his hand and thrust of my hips.
At one point his coordination was so shitty, he stopped stroking himself.
Instead, he wrapped his legs around me, pulling me closer.
Then he thrust against my stomach, groaning.
The tight heat of his body around my cock was almost too much.
I almost hadn’t had this. Him. Spencer had almost gotten away tonight.
He’d been angry. Hurt. Remembering the wounded look on his face at the restaurant made my chest ache.
I gathered him closer, and the pace quickened.
“Oh, God,” he whispered, his nails scraping lightly down my back. His legs tightened around me and his body began to tremble, and I knew he was close.
I reached between us and took him in my hand, stroking in time with my thrusts, and he came apart.
His back arched, his mouth opened in a silent cry, and his body pulsed around me as his cock spurted thick ropes of cum onto his chest. The sight of him, the feel of him losing control, dragged me over the edge after him.
Buried deep inside his warm body, I pumped my release into the condom.
I thrust and thrust until we were both satiated.
Once we fell silent, I stayed where I was, my cock throbbing inside him. I didn’t want the moment to end.
We lay there for a long time, breathing roughly, sticky and tangled and not moving. Spencer’s hand lightly brushed over my shoulder blades, and my face was still against his neck. The air was warm and musky, and I could feel his pulse against my cheek as it gradually returned to normal.
“Well,” he said eventually. “This was an unexpectedly nice end to my evening.”
I laughed against his skin. “Mine too.”
“I can’t remember now why I was trying to avoid you.” There was a smile in his voice. “Dumb move on my part.”
I lifted my head and looked at him. His dark hair was sweaty and a little messy, his cheeks flushed. He looked vulnerable, and that made me feel protective of him. Not something I was expecting to feel toward him.
I frowned as his words sank in. “So you were avoiding me.”
“Yeah.”
I searched his face. “Why?”
He narrowed his eyes. “Don’t pretend you weren’t doing the same thing.”
I grimaced. “Okay, fair enough. But I was trying to avoid this happening.”
He looked confused. “But this was your idea.”
“Exactly.” I laughed sheepishly. “I knew I had no self-control where you’re concerned.”
“Ahh.” He smirked. “My sex appeal was impossible to resist.”
“Apparently.” I sighed and gently pulled out of him. Then I disposed of the used condom, grabbed tissues, and we wiped off.
Once we were cleaned up, we got back in the bed, lying side by side, staring up at the ceiling. Scout was sleeping in his bed across the room, snoring softly. Spencer lifted his head and studied the dog. “Do you bring people back here a lot?”
I frowned. “No, why?”
“Because Scout didn’t bat an eye when we fucked.” He put his arms behind his head. “Most dogs jump up on the bed and seem confused when people do the nasty.”
“That dog would sleep through a hurricane.” I hesitated. “And, uh… you’re the first person I’ve brought here.”
He didn’t speak right away, but then he turned his head to look at me. I met his gaze, and he smiled.
“I’m flattered.”
“You should be.”
He cleared his throat. “So… was this like a one-time thing?”
I frowned. “I hope not.”
He looked pleased at that. “Good. This was fun. I’d love to do it again sometime.”
Chuckling, I turned toward him. “Me too.”
He also rolled over, and we stared at each other for a moment. Then he said quietly, “Why weren’t you out as bisexual in Portland, but you feel comfortable being out here?” He hesitated. “Or are you comfortable being out here? I’m not sure it’s common knowledge you like guys too.”
“It might not be. It’s not like I feel the need to announce it with a bullhorn.
But Mayor Hadley knew I was bisexual before he hired me.
I made sure of it. I’m done hiding.” I sat up and pulled the comforter up over our bare legs.
“The reason I’ve only been dating women in Coral Cove is I hadn’t met a guy I was attracted to until I met you. ”
“I see.” His lips curved in a smile. We were quiet for a moment, then he asked, “Are you out to your family?”
“Oh, yeah.” I nodded. “It’s not them I ever worried about.
It was more the guys I worked with back in Portland.
They knew one version of me, and I was too scared to show them the other side.
But I promised myself on my thirty-fifth birthday that I wasn’t going to do that anymore.
When I got the job offer to be Police Chief in Coral Cove, the timing was perfect. ”
He looked thoughtful. “I don’t have a dramatic coming-out story. I was out from the time I hit puberty. My parents didn’t care.” His smile was poignant. “They were supportive about everything I ever did.”
“I’m sorry, Spencer,” I said in a hushed voice.
He shrugged. “It’s okay. I think I turned out all right in the end.”
“I agree.”
We both startled when Scout suddenly jumped up on the bed and started licking Spencer’s face. He laughed and hugged the dog, and Scout lay down on top of him like he belonged there. I cringed and started to try and move Scout, but Spencer just waved me off.
“No, it’s fine. He’s a good boy.” He rubbed Scout’s head, and the dog ate up the attention.
I watched them, smiling at how affectionate Spencer was to Scout. “He really likes you.”
“I like him too.” Spencer glanced at the clock on the nightstand. “Oh, crap. It’s later than I realized. I should probably head home.”
I felt disappointed at the idea of him leaving. “You don’t have to.”
He looked uncertain. “I don’t usually spend the night when I… you know… hook up.”
I smiled. “I don’t usually bring people here to… you know… hook up.”
“True,” he murmured, a line between his brows. “Are you sure you don’t mind if I stay?”
“I want you to stay.” He still looked worried, so I added, “But if you want to go, obviously you can. I’ll get dressed and drive you home.”