Chapter 21
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
I don’t waste time wrapping my arms around Spencer as soon as he opens the door, and he just laughs and hugs me back. I kiss him softly, and he pulls me into his house, but the kiss doesn’t turn heated.
He just leads me over to the couch, and we cozy up together. We did finally exchange numbers, so I sent him a text to ask if it would be okay if I came over for a bit. It’s a school night, and I’m the one waking Elijah up in the morning and taking him to school. But I needed to see Spencer.
“You okay?” We’ve been together for a little over two months now—and we are together—whether we’re defining it or not—and he can already read me like a book.
“Yeah. Just a tough shift.”
“Have you been home yet?”
I shake my head. “No. I worked some extra hours, and by the time I was off, Bowen had Elijah asleep. He told me to go see my girl.”
Spencer laughs at that. It’s kind of a joke we have now. Bowen is convinced I’m sleeping with someone—and he’s right—but he also frequently calls them my girl . I don’t know why I haven’t corrected him yet. I want to, but there’s a little part of me that’s afraid to.
I don’t really know why that is.
“Well, I’m glad you did. What happened?”
I pull him into my lap, letting his legs straddle mine as he faces me. It’s my favorite position, getting to look into his eyes like this. He’s wearing his glasses tonight, I notice, as I wrap my arms around him. “A house fire. Total loss.”
“Was anyone hurt?”
I shake my head. “No, but it’s a young family. They lost everything right before the holidays. They already had their Christmas tree up.” I shake my head sadly. “The mom told me they usually never put it up before Thanksgiving, but the kids had begged her to do it early this year, so they did.”
He cups my cheek in his hand, and I can feel the sympathy he has for them. “That’s awful.”
“It is. It just put me in a bad mood. I wanted to salvage something for them.”
“You did the best you could, and no one was hurt. They’re together, Kade. That’s what matters.”
I smile, knowing he’s right. “We’re going to do a toy drive at the station. Hopefully, they can still have a decent Christmas.”
“Let me know the details. I’d like to donate and share this with the faculty.”
I grin at him, shaking my head because of course he’s already in fix-it mode. I love that about him. I love every fucking thing about him. I love him.
It’s a realization that didn’t hit me all at once. It sort of just started creeping up on me, but it’s been there, under the surface. I want to tell him, but I also know he still sees this as temporary.
And I don’t want to make him feel like he has to be with me. Like he owes it to me or something because I went and fell in love.
So instead of saying the words, I just surge forward and capture his lips with mine, kissing him hard.
It’s needy and desperate. Quickly igniting and turning into a full-on inferno.
I don’t want his glasses to get damaged, so I carefully remove them and place them on the coffee table before fusing my mouth with his again.
We’re stripping out of our clothes, and before I know it, I’m carrying him naked to his bedroom. I drop him to his feet in the bedroom, and he wraps his arms around my neck, kissing me softly and exploring every inch of my mouth.
“Did you get your test results back?” I ask against his sweet lips.
I got tested the very week we talked about it—all negative. Not surprising, since I’ve been celibate for so long and had been tested a couple of times since I was last with Megan—but I needed to be 100 percent certain.
Spencer, unfortunately, has been really busy at work and hadn’t had time until this week. I’m dying to feel him bare, but I’m also not in any hurry. I’ll take anything and everything I can get with him.
“Mm-hmm. All good,” he says, his fingers going through my hair as we kiss, our hard cocks sliding along each other and sending sparks of pure electricity through my whole body.
“So . . . no condoms?”
He shakes his head and drags his hand down my stomach and then reaches my cock, wrapping around it and starting to stroke. “Nope. I want this inside me with nothing else between us.”
My dick jerks in his hand, and precum slides down over the head. “Fuck.” I kiss him hard. “I want that.” He smiles against my mouth. “But I was thinking we could do something a little different tonight.”
He pulls back slightly—just enough to look at me. “What did you have in mind?”
I reach for his dick, hot and heavy in my hand as I stroke him slowly. “I thought maybe I could have you inside me.”
His dick twitches in my hand, and he groans, kissing me hard and nodding. “Yes.” He kisses me softly. “Are you sure you want that?”
I nod. Though the nerves are there, I want this with him. I want everything with him. I know if I don’t like it or want him to stop, he will. I’ve never known anyone more caring and kind than Spencer. “I want everything.”
He pulls his mouth from mine, and I see the nerves in his eyes too. “I’ve never...”
“Really?” I ask with a smirk, and he shoves me playfully.
“Really. But I want to.”
“Good,” I say, grabbing him and kissing him hard.
We make our way to the bed, and he encourages me to lie down.
The nerves are really starting to take over, but I trust him.
He blankets my body with his, and he takes his time.
Kissing my mouth and down my neck, over each pec—teasing my nipples and making me squirm with need.
He leaves no part of my body untouched, lavishing me with soft kisses and an exploring tongue. When he reaches my leaking dick, he doesn’t tease me. He swallows me down expertly, and I cry out, my entire body on high alert.
He sucks and licks along my dick, driving me wild before he releases me and then moves down to my full balls.
He sucks each one into his mouth, turning me into a puddle of need.
I’m so lost in desire that I don’t even notice what he’s doing until I feel his warm, wet tongue swipe over my hole.
I jolt, my body lighting up as I reach for him, my hands tangling in his hair. “Please.”
I don’t even know what I’m begging for, but Spencer does. He plants my feet flat on the bed, spreading me open for him, and then he goes to town on my hole. He licks and sucks, like he’s kissing my mouth. His tongue pushes into me, sweeping over my insides and making me beg and plead for more.
My cock is leaking, my balls aching, and I just feel this restless need to come. My hand is in his hair as he delves into me with that sinful tongue. He switches from penetrating me with it to licking all around. Showing me just how good every bit of it can feel.
I don’t even notice one finger joining in on the fun until he’s already to the knuckle.
There’s a bit of stretch, but it just feels good.
I want more of it. And I tell him so. I can feel him smiling as he pushes a little further into me, using his tongue and his saliva to make it easier.
His hand strokes my cock as he works me open with one finger and then two.
I notice the burn then, but I don’t want him to stop.
Of course, he picks up on it and does just that. He removes his fingers and his tongue, pulling away from my ass. “No. Please, Spencer. I want it,” I beg and plead with no shame.
“I’ve got you,” he says, and I realize he’s grabbing the lube from the bedside table. He squirts some on his fingers and then takes my cock back into his mouth while simultaneously swirling his lubed finger around my hole.
I relax when I realize he isn’t going to stop. Leaning up on my elbows, I watch as he takes me into his mouth, his fingers working me open. One and then two. He takes his time stretching me out, and before long, it’s all too much. I’m going to come before he gets inside me, and I don’t want that.
“Spence, I’m ready,” I say, a panting, sweaty, needy mess. I fall back onto the pillow, and I’m relieved when he pulls his fingers free of me and releases my cock. Even though I feel the loss immediately, he’s climbing up my body to kiss me hard.
“You sure you want this? Because I can make you come right now.”
“No,” I say breathlessly. “I want you inside me.”
“Okay.” He kisses me softly and thankfully doesn’t question it any further. He slicks up his cock and then positions himself between my legs. My dick is still hard and leaking between us, but when he notches the head of his dick at my hole, it starts to wane a little.
I want this. But there’s no denying I’m nervous about it. But of course, Spencer takes his time with me. Working his cock into me slowly, inch by inch, until I’m begging him to fuck me harder.
He doesn’t oblige though. Not right away. I think he’s enjoying the teasing. He works us both up to a new height, filling me slowly and then pulling back. Taking his time and not sending me over.
My cock is hard as hell now. Flushed red and leaking, but when I start to wrap my hand around myself to get relief, he removes it.
Stealing both my hands and bringing them up by my head, he entangles our fingers and holds them there as he thrusts into me.
When he shifts his hips just right, plunging into me and hitting my prostate, I see stars. I light up and push back against him. “More. Please more.”
He does. Thank fuck. He nails the same spot over and over again until I’m shooting cum everywhere. He looks down just in time to see, and it must send him over because he only strokes into me two more times before his cum scorches my insides.
Our orgasms go on forever as he slides in and out of me, over and over, wringing out every last bit of pleasure. When we’re finished, he collapses onto my body, and I wrap my arms around him.
There’s no condom to get rid of, and neither of us seem to mind the sticky mess between us, so we can just lie here. His ear resting over my heart as we try to catch our breath.
“What do you usually do for Thanksgiving?” I ask him, not letting go.