CHAPTER SIX #3
He looked horrified. “Oh, god no. That’s not necessary. My house isn’t that far. I’ll just walk.”
“Or,” I said, laughing, “you could just stay the night. It’s no big deal, Spencer. We’re just having fun, right? Sleeping over doesn’t mean anything. It’s just more convenient.”
“I guess that’s true.” He stretched, grinning at me. “And you do have a very nice bed.”
I chuckled. “Then stay. You’ll make Scout very happy.”
And me too.
I kept that part to myself. Even if it was true, Spencer seemed worried about this being misconstrued as anything but a hookup. It was casual for me too, but I wanted more of Spencer, and that wasn’t going to happen if he went home.
“Okay, I’ll stay.” He patted Scout’s head. “But you’re probably going to have to move, buddy. I don’t think I can sleep with you on top of me.”
I laughed and gently grabbed hold of Scout, tugging him off of Spencer and down onto the mattress. The dog gave a disgruntled groan, but he stayed where he was. I got out of bed and rummaged for a spare toothbrush for Spencer. We both washed up and then got back in bed.
If I had Spencer over again and he spent the night, I’d have to figure something out with Scout. Because I was a snuggler, but that wasn’t going to work with a sixty-pound lab in the way.
“Night, Spencer,” I said, pulling the comforter up to my ears.
His eyes were closed, but he smiled and mumbled, “Thanks for a great evening, Declan.”
* * *
I woke to the smell of coffee.
For a disoriented moment, I thought I was dreaming, because I hadn’t set up the coffee maker the night before. Then I heard someone moving in the kitchen, the quiet clink of a mug, the creak of a cabinet door, and I remembered Spencer was here in my house.
Feeling a niggle of excitement, I pulled on sweats and walked out to the kitchen.
Spencer was standing at the counter in his briefs and his wrinkled white shirt from last night, unbuttoned.
His hair was tousled, and he looked sexy as he poured coffee into two mugs.
Scout was sitting at his feet, gazing up at him with adoration.
“Traitor,” I said to the dog. “You’ve forgotten all about me now that Spencer is here.”
Spencer looked over his shoulder and grinned. “Morning. I hope you don’t mind that I made coffee. I was going to bring it to you in bed, but it occurred to me I have no idea how you take your coffee.”
“That was nice of you.” I leaned against the doorframe, watching him. “I take it with a little cream, no sugar.”
“Got it, Chief.” He poured some cream into one of the mugs and then brought it over to me.
I took the mug but grabbed his wrist before he could move away. He looked up at me, smiling. We leaned into each other and kissed. It was a gentle, lingering kiss, and it made my chest warm.
“How’d you sleep?” I asked.
He laughed. “I’m embarrassed to say I slept like a log. I usually can’t sleep if I’m not in my own bed.”
“I’m glad you were able to. I slept great too.” I sipped my coffee. It was strong, which I liked.
He leaned against the island, cradling his mug. His eyes moved over my bare chest, and he didn’t try to hide it. “Last night was fun.”
“Yeah.”
“Very articulate.” He smirked. “I can see why you rose through the ranks.”
I smiled. “You want more words? It was the best time I’ve had since moving to Coral Cove. How’s that?”
He grinned, appearing pleased. “Same.”
“So long as we’re careful not to talk about police business, this could be a fun little arrangement.”
He nodded. “I agree.”
“I have to go to work soon,” I said, taking a sip of my coffee.
“Me too.”
“Want to shower together?”
He laughed. “I don’t think I have time. I’ll shower at home.”
I frowned. “How come you have time to shower there, but not here?”
He smirked. “Because if we shower together, it’s going to be a long, horny, fuck-fest, and I don’t have time for that this morning.”
I shrugged because he wasn’t wrong. I took another sip of my coffee and set the cup down. Then I ran my eyes over his bare legs and what I could see of his chest from his unbuttoned shirt. “I still would like a taste,” I said huskily.
He let out a shaky breath. “Oh, yeah?”
“Yep. I’ll make it quick.” My cock was already half-hard just from having Spencer in my bed all night, and I needed more of him.
My heart was racing as I approached Spencer.
The outline of his thick cock already straining against the thin fabric of his briefs was obvious.
His eyes flickered as I dropped to my knees in front of him, the cold tile biting into my skin.
“This looks promising,” he said, his voice husky.
His briefs were damp with precum where the head of his cock bulged behind the material. Fuck, he was already leaking for me. I could smell him, manly, musky, and fucking intoxicating. I pulled his briefs down, and his cock sprang free, thick and hard, the vein running along the underside throbbing.
The tip was slick, glistening in the morning light filtering through the kitchen blinds.
My mouth watered as I wrapped my hand around the base, feeling the heat of him, the way he twitched in my grip.
I leaned in, my breath ghosting over the head, and glanced up at him.
His lips were parted, his chest rising and falling fast, and his hands were clenched into fists at his sides.
“Suck me,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
If you insist.
My tongue darted out, lapping up the precum pooling at the tip, salty and bitter on my tongue.
I groaned at the taste, wrapping my lips around the head and sucking gently, feeling him pulse against my tongue.
His hips shifted forward, and I braced myself with a hand on his thigh, keeping him steady as I took him deeper, inch by inch.
His cock was fucking perfect, thick, with just the right curve to hit the back of my throat.
I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard as I bobbed my head, my tongue swirling around the underside of his shaft.
His breathing turned ragged, his fingers tangling in my hair, tugging lightly.
I looked up at him through my lashes, watching his face contort in pleasure, his jaw clenched, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.
“Jesus, Declan,” he choked out, his grip tightening in my hair.
I pulled off with a wet pop, spit slicking my lips as I smirked up at him.
“You taste so fucking good,” I murmured before diving back in, taking him deeper this time, until the tip brushed the back of my throat.
I relaxed, letting him slide deeper, feeling him hit that sweet spot that made my eyes water.
My nose was buried in the wiry curls at the base of his shaft as his cock throbbed in my mouth.
I loved that I could feel his thighs quivering under my hands.
I reached up, cupping his balls, rolling them gently in my palm.
He was moaning now, his hips bucking into my face, his cock hitting the back of my throat with each thrust. I gagged softly, but I didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, not until he was fucking trembling above me, his hands gripping my head, holding me in place as he fucked my mouth.
“I’m close,” he warned, his voice tight.
I doubled down, sucking him harder, faster, my tongue working overtime to push him over the edge.
“Declan, fuck, I’m gonna come.” I kept sucking, and his body went rigid, his cock pulsing as he came, hot and thick, flooding my mouth. I swallowed every drop, sucking him clean until he was wrung dry, his knees buckling as he leaned heavily against the counter.
I pulled off with a satisfied smirk, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “Way better than Wheaties,” I said, looking up at him with a grin.
Spencer stared down at me, his chest heaving, his cock still twitching. “What about you?”
I licked my lips, pushing to my feet. “I’m good. I just wanted another taste of you before we went our separate ways today.”
“That’s not fair. You shouldn’t be left hanging.” He leaned in and kissed me, moaning. His breath was warm as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. He rubbed his body against me, biting my lower lip. Then he pulled back, his eyes glittering with lust. “I like tasting my cum on your tongue.”
I shivered, and my cock ached. “Yeah?”
He cupped my dick, smiling. “I like a lot of things about you.”
“I changed my mind,” I said roughly. “Go get on the bed, ass in the air.”
“But—”
I put my hand over his. “I think it’s obvious I’m not going to take long. Promise.”
“Okay.” He squeezed my dick with a laugh, and then turned and trotted down the hallway, and I followed with Scout on my heels. When we reached the bedroom, I made Scout stay outside the bedroom. “Sorry, buddy. I need five minutes alone with your new best friend.”
I shut the door, and when I turned around, Spencer was on the bed, resting on his elbows, his bare ass in the air.
Excitement buzzed through me as I stared at Spencer splayed out on my bed like a goddamn feast waiting to be consumed.
His bare ass was up in the air, cheeks parted just enough to tease the tight pink pucker between them.
That glistening asshole was practically begging for my cock.
My mouth watered as I took him in. Fuck, he was perfect, tanned muscles taut, skin smooth, and that curve of his back leading down to his narrow hips.
I didn’t waste time. My hands were already shaking as I grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand, the slick, cool liquid coating my fingers as I squeezed out a generous glob.
Spencer whimpered, already anticipating what was coming, and the sound shot straight to my throbbing dick.
I slapped his ass, leaving a bright red handprint that made him gasp and arch his back even more.