Chapter Twenty-Seven
Noah
There was always something calming about slipping into a swimming pool.
The water seemed to wash away my stress and revitalize my aching muscles, my ears full of nothing but the sound of my own breathing and the slap of the water as my mind slipped into the calm focus of swimming up and down the lanes.
During term time, I didn’t get to come as often as I wanted as I was always so busy, but I still tried to come two or three times a week to help myself relax.
The pool wasn’t too busy for a Saturday morning, mostly because it was still early, and there was only one other person in my lane.
It gave me time to let the reality of everything that had happened over the past few weeks sink into my bones.
I still wanted to pinch myself some days because I couldn’t believe Spencer and I had gone from friends, who saw each other in the pub and in passing, to so entangled in each other’s lives that going two days without seeing him felt like the end of the world.
I knew we were still in that early relationship flush and that things would inevitably change, but I hoped I never got over the wonder of having Spencer in my life.
It had been strange, but in the best way, sitting next to each other in the pub last night and holding hands under the table, trying to steal kisses here and there when we thought the others were busy and only stopping when Alex coughed pointedly.
Apparently, we hadn’t been as subtle or tasteful as we’d hoped.
It had been even stranger leaving with Spencer and heading back to his house, falling into bed in that beautiful, warm, yellow room together and losing ourselves in each other until we were too tired to keep our eyes open.
Spencer had told me he had to get up for work early, but that hadn’t mattered.
I’d just gotten up with him, and we’d exchanged soft kisses over toast and coffee before he’d gone to work, then I’d gone home to get another hour of sleep.
Or at least attempted to. I’d been too awake by that point, so after an hour of trying, I’d given up and come swimming instead.
As I reached the deep end and treaded water for a second, catching my breath, I tried to push away the nagging feeling that this had all been too easy.
That there had to be something challenging waiting for us that wasn’t just small bumps in the road.
Surely it wasn’t going to be as simple as just falling for my best friend’s brother and skipping merrily into happily ever after.
I kicked off from the wall and swam another few lengths, trying to tell myself that if I went looking for the negatives, I was just going to get entangled in my own worries. I’d be so busy looking for problems, I’d create them by default.
All I could do was keep showing up, be open and honest with Spencer, and try not to let my doubts get in the way.
Because maybe our relationship wouldn’t be the hard thing, maybe it would just be all the ups and downs life threw at us, and whether we made it through those would be the real issue we had to deal with.
The world was hard and messy, and it had a tendency to drop shit on you whenever you least expected, and sometimes, even the best couples got caught in the crossfire.
Spencer and I would just have to hold tight to each other and hope the other didn’t want to let go.
After swimming, I went home to shower and pass the rest of the morning doing various boring but necessary jobs like the washing and food shopping and my share of the housework.
The only thing that kept me going through the packed supermarket and trying to work out why the hoover was clogged was the fact that Spencer and I had another date night planned.
We’d made vague noises about going out for dinner or maybe getting a takeaway, but I didn’t really care what we did as long as I got to spend time with him.
I really hoped he’d be up for fucking again too because I was so fucking horny it was almost unbearable.
I’d spent the whole week feeling like someone had turned my libido up to eleven like I was a teenage boy all over again, only this time I had a very willing partner who I was frustratingly separated from most nights due the ridiculous necessities of adult life.
I was almost counting down to the Christmas holidays so I could spend several days of uninterrupted bliss in bed with Spencer.
“Hey,” I called as I pushed open Spencer’s front door using the spare key he’d given me that morning. “It’s just me.”
“Hey, I’m up here.” Spencer’s voice came from the top of the stairs, sounding distant and slightly echoing.
Spencer’s room was on the top floor in what I assumed was a loft conversion, which was what gave it the gorgeous sloping ceilings and views over the bay.
I shut the door behind me and started to climb, my overnight bag in one hand.
As I reached the middle floor, I looked up and saw Spencer’s head and shoulders appear at the top of the next set of stairs. His hair was wet, and there were still droplets of water beading on his skin, running down his perfectly firm pecs. “Sorry, I just got out of the shower.”
“No need to apologise,” I said, giving him a sly smile. “Can I come up, or are you indecent?”
“Do you mean am I naked?”
“Yes.”
“Then, yeah, I am, but I don’t think it really matters. It’ll save us time.”
I chuckled as I climbed the stairs. “I thought you wanted to go out for dinner?”
“I mean, we can fuck, then go out,” Spencer said. He’d come out of the bedroom now and was leaning against the wall, his entire body on display. I stopped halfway up to admire him, my eyes roaming over every beautiful inch.
“Do you think we’ll want to go out?” I asked, raising an eyebrow teasingly.
“Probably not, but we can pretend we might.” He grinned at me. “Are you going to come and kiss me now?”
I didn’t bother to answer. I just climbed the last few stairs and closed the gap between us, backing him into the wall and pressing my body against his.
Spencer’s arms wrapped around me, pulling me into a deep, hungry kiss as one hand fisted in the back of my hair.
He groaned as my tongue pushed into his mouth, caressing his and demanding more.
I slid my hands across his body, squeezing his muscles and teasing all the sensitive spots I’d started to discover.
Spencer whimpered and pushed his already hard cock against me.
“You’re so hot when you’re desperate for me,” I said, breaking our kiss to lean my head back and look at him. His face was flushed, his eyes wide with need. “And I love how eager you get for me.”
“I just… I need…”
“What do you need Spencer?” I tilted my head forward and brushed my lips against his ear, my breath ghosting across his skin and making him shiver. “Tell me what you want.”
“Will you fuck me?” he asked quietly. “I want to know what it’s like to have you inside me.”
“Are you sure?”
He nodded. “Please, Noah. I need to feel you… need your cock filling me up.”
“Of course.” I moved my lips back to his, kissing him softly. “Whatever you want.” My gaze met his, and I smiled. “Have you ever done anything like this before?”
“Like anal?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve had girlfriends who’ve fingered me in the past,” he said. “I always liked it. But I’ve never taken anything bigger than two or three fingers.”
“Okay. We can go slowly.”
“What if I don’t want to go slowly?” he asked, his expression gorgeously cheeky and demanding. He kissed me and pulled my lip between his teeth, drawing a moan from my lips before he murmured, “What if I want it hard? What if I want you to fuck me so deep and rough I forget my own name?”
I chuckled because, fuck, Spencer was so cute when he was like this—desperate and almost pouting.
There was something about seeing a man like Spencer, so muscular and strong, reduced to putty in my hands.
I knew it would be even sweeter when he begged for my cock later.
The temptation to give in and give him everything he wanted was a strong one, but I still remembered my first time bottoming and how shit it had been because we’d rushed.
Spencer might have taken fingers, but taking cock was different, and I wanted him to enjoy it.
“Maybe if you’re good,” I said. “But we’re starting slowly because it’s your first time, and I don’t want it to hurt or for you to hate every second.”
“I don’t think I will. And it’s not really, like, my first time.”
“Don’t argue with me,” I teased. “Or I won’t fuck you.”
“You will,” Spencer said, with a sweetly smug air because he knew he was right. “You know you want this ass.”
I snorted, and Spencer grinned wickedly. “You’re not wrong.”
“I know.” He kissed me again before gently pushing me away and taking my hand. “Come on, I need some dick.”
I shook my head, still smiling as I followed him into his room.
The curtains were drawn, and the two lamps were on, casting a warm glow around the space.
The bed was made, but I saw the normal decorative cushions had already been moved, and there was a bottle of lube and a box of condoms already on the bedside table. “You planned this, didn’t you?”
“Yeah. But I’ve been dreaming about it all day,” Spencer said, drawing me towards the bed and reaching for my clothes. “Kept getting distracted at work thinking about what it would be like to feel you inside me. Nearly burned a whole pan of caramel ’cos I was too busy thinking about your cock.”
“As long as you didn’t hurt yourself. Or give Alex a reason to be pissed at me.”
“I’m fine. I just chucked some cream in it and made a caramel sauce. I’ll use it for something.” He pulled my t-shirt and jumper off then reached for the waistband of my jeans. “I don’t want to talk about work, though.”
“Tell me what you were thinking about,” I said as he dropped to his knees in front of me, tugging down my jeans and boxers. I stepped out of them, and Spencer threw them out of the way. He was still kneeling.
“What it’s going to feel like when you’re inside me.
How I can’t stop thinking about you.” He ran his hands up my thighs and leant forward, pressing a kiss to the soft head of my cock.
“I want you all the time. I’m so fucking horny, Noah.
Fucking you is just… It’s fucking incredible.
But I want you inside me so fucking much.
I need to know what it feels like to have you stretching me, filling me with your cock until I can’t think about anything else.
” He grinned up at me. “Maybe then I’ll stop being so distracted. ”
I caressed his face with my hand. “Or maybe you’ll just want more. Maybe you’ll never be able to focus again.”
“I’ll take that risk. I fucking need you, Noah.” He slid one hand across my thigh and grasped my cock. I moaned as he slowly pumped me to full hardness before he wrapped his lips around the head and began to suck me.
I let out a shuddering breath and growled as familiar heat and pleasure rushed through me.
Ever since Spencer had discovered sucking my cock, it had become his favourite pastime.
But I wasn’t going to complain because he was a quick fucking study and had already worked out how to push my buttons.
It was like he delighted in getting me off.
My hand gripped his hair, and I thrust into his mouth, feeling his throat tighten around me. Spencer groaned, redoubling his pace and using his hand to add another delicious dimension to his efforts.
“If you want me to fuck you,” I said, “then you need to stop and get on the fucking bed.”
Spencer pulled off with a wet pop and smirked at me, strings of saliva dripping from his lips. He looked so debauched already with slick lips and mussed hair. I wanted to take a picture just to show him how sexy he looked.
“I’d say you ruined my fun, but I need you to fuck me.” He stood up and kissed me. “But I’m going to suck you again later. It’s so fucking hot when you come in my mouth.”
I wasn’t going to say no to that. All I could do was kiss him like it was my last day on earth.