Chapter Ten
Having Spencer back in my place settles me. I haven’t felt comfortable since he ended our relationship. He’s changed. The sassy twink has gone, and he has become a grown-up man who has more things on his mind than how quickly he can be naked.
He looks out the glass wall into the night. I step behind him and place my hands on his shoulders. “What’s going through your head, little one?”
I drop a kiss on his neck, and he shudders.
He catches my eyes in our reflections. “How hard it was to let you go. We could’ve had something special, but I let my fear of being someone you were embarrassed of take over any rational thoughts. And it stopped me from talking to you about it. We’ve missed time together because of it, and I’m sorry.”
I turn him around and smile when he rests his hands on my hips. “Saying it doesn’t matter won’t make us feel any better, because it did matter. It hurts both of us, and I hope we now realise how important it is to talk to each other. I want to know your fears, Spencer. I want to be able to tell you the things that worry me. We will encounter some negativity. People will always question our age difference, for instance. But if we can discuss and work through our concerns, I can only see us getting happier. Don’t you think I don’t care what your family will say, what they will think of me? But until we tell them, we’ll never know their reaction. But whatever it is, it won’t stop me from wanting you, for wanting us.”
Spencer has paled a little, and he swallows hard. “I’m not planning to tell them about us yet, Daddy. And before you pull a face, it’s not because I’m ashamed or worried but because it’s new. I want it to be just us for a little while. Once they meet you, they’re going to want to know everything about you, and I’ll have to share you.”
“I can’t wait to meet them, little one. Right now, though, I would like to get reacquainted. I’ve missed you so much.”
“Then take me to your bed, Daddy.”
He kisses my chin and takes my hand.
This time will be different. The passion will still be there, but the urgency has gone. Replaced by a slow burn, a need to slowly explore Spencer’s incredible body.
“Can I have a shower?”
he asks as we step into my room.
“Can I share it with you?”
He shuffles his feet, biting his lip. “Yes, I’d like that.”
I lift the hem of his T-shirt and pull it over his head. “I want you so much, little one.”
“This is very different, Daddy. I don’t know why I feel nervous, but I do.”
“It is different. It’s so much more.”
I run my hands down his bare back. “Why don’t you let me take control? I’ll make it so good for you.”
When Spencer nods, I pop a kiss on his nose and kneel to remove his shoes and socks. Next, I undo the button of his jeans and unzip the fly. His swollen cock presses against his tight boxers. “Not commando today, boy?”
I cock an eyebrow.
I tug the jeans and boxers down at the same time, and once his feet are free, I look up at him. I flick my tongue over the tip of his cock, and his balls grow tight instantly. I don’t want to make him come so soon, though. But I do want to make him feel good.
Spencer fists my hair and pulls my head back. “Stop. I don’t want to come yet.”
I stand and pull him against me. “I’ll let that go for now, but in future, if I want you to come, I’m going to make you come. And you’ll thank me too.”
I peck his lips and give his perfect, round arse a slap. “Get the water running, little one.”
I strip out of my clothes, step in behind him, and run my hands over his chest, searching for the bell bars I love. Spencer rests his head on my shoulder and pushes his chest into my fingers.
“So responsive,”
I murmur, tugging and twisting the bars. He writhes, oblivious to the fact that his arse is swaying against my erection. I release one of the bars and slide my hand down to his cock. “Are you ready to come now? I promise it won’t be your last orgasm tonight.”
With a firm grip, I stroke his length and rut my cock between his thighs, rubbing his hole as well as his taint, right up to his sac. His moans grow louder as I speed up my fist. “Come, little one. Come for Daddy.”
I hold Spencer through his tremendous orgasm, keeping him upright as he shakes and trembles through the aftershocks. “So beautiful, so perfect.”
I take my time to wash him and, after quickly cleaning myself, switch off the shower. I grab a towel and wrap it around my waist, then take a larger one and lead Spencer out so I can dry him.
Spencer chuckles. “You don’t have to do this, Daddy.”
“I know, but I like to. I get to keep my hands on you for longer.”
I dry his legs and drop the towel onto the rail. “Bedtime.”
He gives me a sly smile. “I am tired.”
“It’s not time to sleep, little one. Not yet anyway. I promised you more orgasms.”
“I’m not sure I’ve got another one in me.”
“We’ll see.”
I scrape my teeth along his shoulder. “You’re so responsive to me.”
“Time to get me into bed, Daddy.”
He walks away from me with all the swish and sway of a runway model.
It doesn’t take my long legs to catch up with him and swat his bun again. “You want a burning arse to go with that orgasm?”
He climbs onto my bed, just as he’d done nearly a month ago. He looks just as sure of himself too. He knows how much I want him, want to be with him, and it makes him bold and beautiful.
I meet him in the middle, and we face each other. “I want so much with you, Spencer. I want to hold your hand as we walk down the street, I want to dance with you in clubs, and I want to sit next to you at Sunday dinner with your family. Are you with me?”
He rolls his eyes, and my hand twitches, eager to spank him. “Yes, Carl, I want that too, although I don’t think calling you Daddy in front of our families is a good idea, not yet anyway. As long as you always correct people who think I’m your son, we have a good thing ahead of us.”
He shuffles closer on his knees and strokes my chest through the hairs, humming softly. Then he kisses me, brushing his hand down my body and taking hold of my aching erection. “It’s time we put this gorgeous beast to good use, Daddy.”
“Excellent idea.”
I nudge him gently, encouraging him to lie down. When he stretched out, I reach over to the drawer and pull out the supplies.
And even though the slide inside him is softer, sweeter, and a lot less frantic, I am home. We rock together as our hands caress, and our lips taste the warm skin everywhere we can reach. Spencer comes first, scraping his nails down my back hard enough to leave marks. I follow soon after, crying out his name.
I clean us both up, and when I get back into bed, Spencer is already half-asleep. I pull him to me and curl around his body, happy for the first time in three weeks.