Chapter 7 Spencer #2
“Me too,” Daija agrees. “I’m glad we all came here together.”
“For sure. It’s been a lot of fun,” Jake agrees. “You guys wanna go out to dinner after this?” he asks, glancing around. “Thai, anyone?”
I check my phone, realizing that it’s already six, and we’ve been at the aquarium for four hours.
“Sounds good to me. I’m starving,” Daija agrees.
“Ehh. I’m not really in the mood for Thai,” Tate says with an adorable little scrunched-up nose. I seize the opportunity to get him alone by offering to take him somewhere else.
“There’s a new Mexican place near campus. Tate and I could go there,” I offer, knowing it’s his favorite food. “I can drop you two off along the way?”
“Yum,” Tate practically purrs, scooting closer to me on the bench and linking his arm in mine.
“I’m cool with that,” Jake agrees. “As long as it’s okay with you, Daij.” He looks at her like a lost puppy desperate for approval, and I can tell she’s eating it up.
“It’s perfect, Jake.” She winks at him, and he smiles proudly with a slight blush to his cheeks.
“Then it’s settled,” I say, an excited thrill running through me.
We finish our coffees before making our way to the restrooms and then the exit.
Looks like our group date just got split in two.
After we drop Daija and Jake off at Thai House, and before we even leave the parking lot, Tate turns and grips my upper thigh, squeezing intently. “Let’s skip dinner and go straight to dessert. Take me back to your place, Spence.”
Oh, holy shit.
“Yeah?” I ask, lost for words.
“Mhm. I’m gonna rock your world.” Tate’s hand travels from my thigh to my crotch, giving me a nice squeeze.
Groaning deeply, I let my head tip backward against the headrest, closing my eyes and breathing deeply while he gropes me through my pants. “Fuck, Tate. Lemme get us home first.”
Tate giggles, pulling his hand away and tucking them underneath his thighs like he can’t trust himself not to touch me. No one’s ever wanted me this much. My dick pulses, and I run a shaky hand through my hair, brushing it off my forehead.
“Just to get it out of the way, I get tested after every partner, I always use condoms, and I’m on PrEP,” Tate says matter-of-factly.
It takes my brain a second to register everything before I realize what he’s saying. We’re about to go back to my place and fuck . . .
“Oh. Uh. I haven’t had sex in over six months, and I’ve been tested since then,” I inform him, glancing over as heat burns my cheeks. “Besides the, you know, blow job.”
“Good.” He smiles devilishly, as if he likes the fact that it’s been a while for me. “I’m comfortable with no condoms if you are,” he suddenly says, and the Jeep hits a pothole at that very moment, causing the wheel to jerk.
Fuck.
Tate laughs loudly, enjoying the fact that he knows how to intimidate a man despite his small size.
“Yeah. Mhm. I’m comfortable with that too,” I agree, my hard-on tenting my pants without shame.
“Good,” he murmurs again, and it goes straight to my already aching cock. Tate turns up the music, drowning out the sexual tension buzzing around us.
I drive home in a lust-fueled haze, and before I know it, we’re naked in my bed with Tate on top of me.
My fingers dig into his slim waist while he straddles me, holding on like he might slip away. I know he’s blown me already, but there’s something more intimate about this. Being face-to-face with our cocks touching. It’s intense.
“Have you ever done this before?” Tate pants into my mouth as we continue to rut against each other.
“No. Fuck. No,” I grunt, overwhelmed by the sensation of his velvety-hard cock grinding against mine. I reach down and squeeze us together the best I can.
Holy shit, that feels amazing.
Tate throws his head back, baring his flawless throat and tempting me to leave my mark.
I can’t resist, surging forward to kiss and lick and suck along the column of his neck.
I reach around and squeeze his ass with my other hand, letting my middle finger dip into his crease and circle his hole as he continues to thrust into my fist.
“Oh, fuck. Spence. I think I’m gonna come,” Tate breathes out in absolute wonder, like he’s shocked this is all happening so fast.
Thank fucking God, ’cause I can’t hold on any longer.
“Me too,” I grunt moments before my muscles freeze up and cum shoots all over Tate’s cock and lower abdomen.
Electricity zaps through every cell in my body, curling my toes and tightening my glutes. The tip of my finger presses into his hole ever so slightly, and he cries out, falling over the edge right along with me.
Our combined release is warm and sticky, but I continue to stroke us through the aftershocks while he moans and writhes against me.
Holy fuck. This beautiful, charismatic man is so sexy when he comes undone at my fingertips.
Tate collapses against my chest, smearing cum between us and making a mess, but I don’t care right now. I wrap my arms around his small frame and squeeze him tightly.
“Once again, that was incredible,” I whisper into his ear. “Absolutely fucking incredible.”