Chapter 8 Tate
CHAPTER EIGHT
TATE
“Hey. So. We need to talk,” I propose, twirling my finger through Spencer’s happy trail as we lie in bed after a damn near life-changing orgasm. He disappeared shortly after and returned with a warm washcloth, gently cleaning me up. Something no guy has ever done before.
I can see the concern on his face, like he’s worried he did something wrong, and I immediately want to reassure him.
“Everything’s fine, babe. You did amazing.
Trust me.” With the size of that thing, the boy couldn’t go wrong even if he tried.
“It’s just that if we’re gonna keep messing around, I think we need to set some ground rules first. That’s all. ”
Spencer relaxes slightly, but raises a brow in question. “Ground rules?”
I nod, revealing my rules when it comes to hooking up. “Keep it casual and fun. No feelings. No strings attached. No sleepovers. Just two guys having a good time and experimenting. A bro arrangement of sorts.” I smile, pleased with my presentation and hoping I sold him on it.
“There’s nothing remotely bro about you, princess,” Spencer growls, grabbing my hips and pulling me back onto his lap so that I’m straddling him. “You’re all rainbows, sparkles, sass, and ass.”
He squeezes said ass, and I have to fight back a giggle.
Instead, I huff as if I’m offended by the new nickname instead of completely turned on by the idea of being his princess.
“I’m serious,” I say sternly, staring down at him as I brace my hands against his firm pecs.
“Do you agree to the arrangement or not, Spence?”
“Of course I agree,” he says earnestly before darting forward and claiming my lips in a chaste kiss.
I smile mischievously. That was surprisingly easy. “Good. Now will you fuck me?”
Spencer’s eyes widen, as if he’s shocked by my candor, when I’ve already made it more than clear what I want from him. What I need.
“I’ve never . . .” he trails off, looking unusually vulnerable, and it’s really turning me on right now. “You know . . . with a guy.”
My stomach bottoms out, and lust races down my spine.
My skin is vibrating with need, and this time it feels different.
The vulnerability in his eyes is making my dick even harder.
Arousal buzzes in the air between us, but there’s an aura of insecurity surrounding him, too.
I need to reassure him that he’s got nothing to worry about.
I’m going to take charge and show him exactly what’s good for me.
“Aww, baby. Don’t worry,” I purr, rolling my hips against his groin. “I’ll take really good care of you. I promise.”
Spencer’s eyes darken, giving my ass a firm squeeze. “How do you want it?”
“Let me ride you,” I nearly beg, desperate to feel him inside me and control the pace.
“Holy shit,” he mumbles, closing his eyes and tipping his head back like he’s in complete awe of me, but the boy has no clue yet. I have so much to teach him. “Please fucking do.” His words are desperate and breathy.
I smirk before leaning down to kiss him fiercely.
I’m going to rock his world.
Spencer dips his finger into my crease, swirling it over my hole. “Tell me what to do,” he growls into my mouth, and my heart skips a beat, palpating uncontrollably.
“Grab the lube,” I pant, pressing back against his finger, desperate to feel him stretch me open.
Still kissing me intensely, Spencer reaches over without looking, opening the nightstand drawer and feeling around. He successfully pulls out a small bottle of lube, immediately popping the cap.
“Squirt some on my hole and then your fingers.” He does as instructed, and I moan in anticipation.
This is so hot. “Start with one, and then add another,” I say breathlessly, kissing him while he concentrates on gently pressing a finger into my ass.
“Mmm. Yes,” I encourage, moving my hips and fucking myself on a single digit.
Gaining some confidence, Spencer slips another finger inside of me and starts to fuck me with two of them.
“I’m so much bigger than this,” he whispers into my mouth, and boy, do I know he’s right.
“Add another finger slowly and then scissor them,” I pant.
“Your ass is so tight. I’m not gonna last long when I finally get inside of you,” he growls as our precum-slicked cocks bump together.
I’ve never wanted someone as badly as I do right now.
“Me either, babe.” My face twists up when Spencer squeezes a third finger inside of me, but he kisses the wrinkle between my brows away.
“God, you’re sexy,” he murmurs reverently, running his free hand up and down my back like a caress. “So fucking sexy.”
My stomach flutters, and I whimper at the soft, reassuring words. No one’s ever made me feel like this. Like a princess.
Spencer continues to finger-fuck me like a pro, scissoring them on every other thrust, and I’m skirting the edge in no time.
I need his cock.
“I’m ready,” I pant, and he carefully slips his fingers out, ending the build-up before I prematurely explode.
“Tell me what to do, princess,” Spencer begs with half-lidded eyes, desperate to keep the momentum going.
My stomach does a flip, landing back in place with a thump. “More lube. On you. On me. Lots and lots of lube,” I say, knowing everything needs to be as slick as possible to accommodate something so big. I’m pretty sure Spencer is the largest guy I’ve ever had, and I’m giddy for the challenge.
“What next?” he breathes out. The wet sound of him stroking himself is like music to my ears.
“Hold the base of your cock steady for me.” I get into position, bracing against his chest as I maneuver myself until I feel the blunt head of his crown brushing against me.
I relax and sink into the intrusion, groaning as my body tries to resist his size. Ignoring the slight burn, I continue to bear down against his broad cockhead, until he finally pops past the tight ring of muscle. I cry out, pausing my descent and breathing through the stretch.
“Fuck. You’re so damn tight,” he pants, squeezing his eyes shut and fisting the sheets on either side of us like he’s barely hanging on to reality. “I’ve never felt anything like it.”
“Just you wait,” I murmur, before I start to gently rock against his cock, taking him inch by inch. Spencer’s eyes roll into the back of his head, and he grabs onto my waist as I sink down fully.
Spencer lets out an almost pained groan, and I pause to catch my breath, allowing my body a second to acclimate to his size. It looks like he could use a moment, too. His chest is rising and falling rapidly while his jaw is clenched tight.
“You okay, big boy?” I caress his sweaty chest, feeling his heart race.
Spencer nods, unable to form any words, but ready to show me with his actions. He bends his knees, gripping my waist harder and pressing me down while he flexes his hips up, sinking impossibly deeper.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, tossing my head back. “I can feel you digging into my guts.” I lift up slowly and sink back down with my full weight. “It’s heaven.”
When I really start to move, Spencer meets me thrust for thrust, using his feet for leverage as he fucks me back.
He tilts his hips just right, nailing me right in my prostate and making me see stars.
Tiny gasps of air escape me as the ride of my life turns into a hard fucking when Spencer begins to lift me and slam me back down on his cock once I can’t keep up.
The sounds escaping my lips should be embarrassing, but I’m too fucking delirious to care. My hard and leaking cock is slapping against my stomach as Spencer impales me.
“Gonna come,” he grunts, reaching between us, grabbing hold of my glistening cock and jerking me off without ever losing his rhythm.
“Me too,” I breathe out moments before electricity shoots down my spine like lightning, and my ass clamps down around him.
Cum spurts onto his chest, landing on his nipples. I close my eyes, crying out in pure ecstasy. Kaleidoscopes of color burst behind my closed lids while his cock fills me up like no other.
“Princess . . .” Spencer grunts, pumping into me two more times before his muscles lock up, and he comes with my new nickname on his lips.
Rough fingers dig into my hips as he holds me down on his lap, keeping me impaled on his cock while he unloads inside of me. My body milks every last drop out of him, as my hole continues to pulse with aftershocks.
“Holy shit. That was fucking incredible,” Spence finally gasps. “I’ll never be the same.” He whispers the last part, but I don’t miss it.
Smiling with satisfaction, I lift up and allow his softening cock to slip out of me.
Cum drips down my thighs, but I don’t care right now.
I need to rest. Cozying up to Spencer, I get comfortable and rest my cheek against his chest, listening to his heartbeat for a moment, because I can’t fucking move.
We’re sticky and sweaty and covered in cum, but that was by far the best sex I’ve ever had, and I already want more.
“Wanna do that again next week?” I ask, peering up at him with a mischievous little smirk.
“You fucking bet, princess,” he replies without a second thought before leaning forward to kiss my forehead.
God. He’s so willing. I can’t wait to have more fun with him.