Chapter 52
“ I knew I shouldn’t have gone for a run,” Spencer said with a worried frown as she lay in bed that night.
They’d ended up getting a doctor to come to the penthouse to check her over. She shuddered to think about how much that had to cost.
Her legs were fine. She just had to keep them up for a bit and loosely covered and apply some burn cream.
The doctor was being cautious because she was pregnant so he wanted her to rest for a few days.
Which sucked.
Because tonight was her night with Spencer and he’d promised to eat her out again.
“I’m fine,” she said. “And my legs aren’t that bad. Everyone is just being a fusspot.”
Spencer shot her a quelling look.
“I really wanted you to . . . you know, tonight.”
Delight filled his face. “I know? Hmm . . . I’m not sure that I do know. Perhaps you should tell me.”
She groaned. “IwantedyoutolickmypussyuntilIcame.”
Okay .
She really had to stop talking like that. She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“Poor Princess wants her pussy eaten,” Spencer said with false sympathy.
“Yes. It was . . . really good,” she told him on a sigh.
“Just good? I am sure we can do better than good.” He gently spread her legs apart.
She was wearing a nightgown, not the same one as before— she didn’t want to scare the doctor—and a pair of panties. He carefully slid between her legs and placed his mouth right over her slit. She could feel the heat even through the material of her panties.
Holy heck.
“What . . . what are you doing?” she asked.
“What you asked for, my Princess. I’m going to eat this pussy like it’s my last meal. I’m going to savor it. So. Fucking. Beautiful.”
Before she could say anything, he’d ripped her panties off.
How the hell did he even do that?
And then he gently drove a finger deep inside her while he licked her clit.
A whimper escaped her.
Spencer was a freaking wizard at this.
A pussy wizard.
No. That sounded ridiculous.
What wasn’t ridiculous was the hunger and heat rushing through her.
More. God. She needed more. As he continued to play and tease her, she lost all sense of time and sound. The world narrowed to his tongue playing with her, his finger moving in and out of her passage. He added a second finger and she nearly lost it then and there.
He drew his mouth away from between her legs. “Come whenever you like, Princess. This isn’t play or punishment. This is just Spencer and his princess.”
God.
She loved that so much it was ridiculous .
Spencer and his princess.
She wasn’t a princess. Not at all. But she loved the way that he thought she was.
If she was a princess then she could just order Quaid to return home and be with her. Right?
She cleared her mind of that thought. She wasn’t going there right now. Quaid had disappeared. He’d left the penthouse and no one had been able to get hold of him.
And, fuck it, she was kind of mad about that.
How dare he just run away? What kind of coward kept doing that? And after laying that on her?
He needed to stick around and let her talk to him. Let her shake him, then hug him, then kiss him and tell him that she loved him.
And to stop being a dick.
Yeah. She could see that going down well.
But he did deserve her. And he didn’t have to earn her love. Because he had it.
“I can hear you thinking and I don’t like it,” Spencer said as he rose to run his lips over her stomach. She was reclined back against several pillows and he held himself up as he wrapped his lips around her nipple.
A gasp escaped her.
Oh. That felt so good.
“Sorry,” she said. “I was just thinking about Quaid.”
“Well, don’t.” There was a growl in his voice that told her he wasn’t happy. “When you’re with me. You think about me.”
Shame filled her. “I know, you’re right. I’m sorry.”
His mouth pressed against hers, his tongue sliding between her lips to tease her. A groan escaped her and all thought fled.
All she could see and feel and taste was Spencer.
And he was more than enough.
His mouth dropped to her pussy and he played with her until her orgasm washed through her. It started light and soft, then grew harder until she let out a long moan .
Then he slid alongside her, his hand cupping her mound as though he was trying to soothe her.
Maybe.
“That . . . that was so good,” she said.
“I try my best to please, Princess,” he told her.
Reaching up, she tugged his mouth down to hers. She could taste her own arousal on his lips, but she didn’t care.
God. The man could kiss.
They all could. When he drew back, she gazed up at him hungrily. “I want to give you a blow job.”
Spencer stared down at her hungrily.
Fuck.
Eating her pussy had turned him on so much that his dick was aching. And then she went and said that?
Did she know what she was doing to him?
“Fuck, Princess. Don’t say that.”
She pouted. “Why not? I sucked on Slade’s and he had no complaints.”
“Yeah, I know he didn’t. Lucky bastard,” he muttered. “But you can’t move with your legs and your ribs.”
“I could lie on my side and you could lay the opposite way,” she suggested.
“Hmm, what if you lay closer to the side of the bed and I stood?”
She nodded excitedly. “Yes! That would work!” He climbed off the bed and then lifted her over, placing the pillows back under her legs so they were raised. And then he stripped. Her breath caught.
Damn.
He was so hot.
He wrapped his hand around the base of his dick. “Like what you see, Princess?”
“Oh yes,” she sighed, sliding down the bed slightly so her mouth was level with his dick. “I like it a lot. ”
“Fuck yes. Turn your head and open your mouth. That’s it. Now, if you need to stop, tap my thigh, understand?”
She nodded and moaned as he fucked her mouth.
Fuck, that felt so good.
He moved softly at first. Slowly building up the speed of his thrusts. He groaned as he stepped things up. The heat of her mouth was next-level. It wasn’t long until he felt himself getting close to the edge. He stared down at her, watching her take his dick.
She was so fucking beautiful.
He still couldn’t believe that she was his.
And that he got to share her with his two best friends. Could be three . . . eventually. Once Quaid got his finger out of his ass.
His orgasm was close. God.
“I’m going to come, Princess. Tap if you don’t want to swallow.”
She hummed, but she didn’t tap and he drove himself deep into her throat and came with a low shout.
Fuck.
That was so damn good. He had never had a better blow job. And she swallowed him all down.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “That’s it. Swallow it all. You did such an amazing job.” He rubbed her cheek as she moved her mouth away from his dick, licking the shaft as she did.
He put his boxers back on and helped her get more comfortable in bed before he climbed in to hold her. He massaged her scalp and head.
His poor girl had been through so much.
She let out a deep sigh.
“What’s wrong, Princess?” he asked.
“Nothing,” she said hastily.
“Indie,” he said in a low voice. She wasn’t allowed to lie to him and she knew it. “Do you need to write some lines tomorrow?”
“What? No! I just . . . do you think Quaid will ever come back?” she asked in a sad voice. “Slade said he’d packed up more stuff.”
That bastard .
Spencer was going to punch him in the face when he next saw him.
“He’ll be back. No one could stay away from you for long.”