Chapter 9 Spencer
CHAPTER NINE
SPENCER
It’s been a week since I last saw Tate, and we’ve hardly kept in touch besides a couple of sexy texts and a few cute cat videos.
We’ve both been consumed by our summer jobs, but I really hope he means what he said about wanting to have sex because I sure as hell want to fuck him again.
His tight little body stretching to accommodate my length will be ingrained in my memory forever.
I press a palm against my growing erection, grimacing when it doesn’t go down at all. As if he knows I’m thinking dirty thoughts about him and getting hard, my phone buzzes with a text from Tate.
I’m home alone for the next two hours. Wanna fuck?
Without hesitation, I text back, eager to see him again.
I’ll be there in ten.
Hurry. My hole is ready and waiting.
Holy shit.
I adjust my dick in my jeans the best I can, but the mere thought of Tate prepping himself has me at full mast. Not wasting another minute, I grab my keys, fly out the door, and rush straight to my Jeep.
Breaking the speed limit on my way over, I get there in under ten minutes and jog to the front door.
Tate opens it before I even knock, standing in front of me wearing nothing but a baby-blue thong and a sheer, lacy top that shows off his tiny pink nipples.
God. He’s beautiful. Regal, elegant, and gorgeous, too.
My cock swells to life once again, while my eyes continue to greedily devour him.
“Come in,” he purrs, so I step inside, and he shuts the door behind us, locking it. “Let’s go to the bedroom. Follow me.” A feather-soft touch trails down my arm and brushes against my fingertips, making goosebumps erupt across my skin.
My heart rate kicks up a notch when Tate sashays down the hallway, his plump ass enticing me like breadcrumbs in a fairy tale.
I follow after him, shutting the bedroom door behind us and leaning against it.
He does a little twirl, and the sheer fabric billows around him.
Despite the incredible view in front of me, I seem to be glued to the spot.
Tate tilts his head to the side, staring at me like some sort of curious, ethereal creature. He smiles dangerously when I still don’t make a move, as if he’s happy he gets to take charge and tell me what to do again.
He points to the end of the bed with a devious smirk, his cock straining against the confines of his see-through thong. “Get naked.”
Without overthinking, I slip my T-shirt over my head and unzip my jeans, stepping out of them until I’m standing before him in just my black boxer briefs.
“All the way naked, please. Don’t be shy, honey.
With the size of that thing, you’ve already been where no other man has ever been before,” Tate teases, waiting for me to tug my underwear down and sit on the edge of the bed like he told me to.
My cock is standing at attention, so I give it a slow stroke.
“Uh. Uh. Uh,” Tate admonishes. “Did I say you could touch it?”
I bite my lip, releasing my cock after one last tug. There’s something so sexy when he takes control in the bedroom. “Sorry, princess.”
“That’s my cock,” he snarls, giving me a possessive squeeze.
I can’t deny his words. No girl has ever made me feel this way. He owns my dick. Completely.
Tate straddles my lap, staring down at me with an adoring smile on his face, like our arrangement might actually mean something to him.
Shoving the thought out of my head, I reach around to grab hold of his ass while fighting the urge to say I missed you.
I bury my face in his neck instead and breathe in vanilla and something spicy.
“You’re the best sex of my life,” I admit, completely melting in this man’s embrace.
I’m ready and willing for whatever he has in store for me tonight.
“Same to you, babe. You’re a natural submissive,” he giggles, and I give his ass a playful swat.
“I’ll show you who’s submissive,” I growl, and Tate moans, grinding himself into my stomach. I can feel his cock begin to thicken, so I give him another light spank on the other cheek, enjoying the bounce.
Tate begins to pick up his pace, rutting against me as if he’s getting off on being spanked. “Harder, babe.”
“For real?” I ask, unsure how far to take this.
Is he into spanking?
Better yet, am I into spanking?
“Spence. Please. Spank me harder. I trust you.” Tate’s words flip a switch in me, fully allowing me to let go.
I trust you.
He arches his back, and I give his cheeks a nice squeeze before releasing my insecurities and falling into rhythm with him.
I grab hold of the back of his neck and his waist, manhandling his smaller body until he’s on all fours across my lap. Running my hand down the back of his thigh and over his ass, I give his thong a little snap before I pull my hand back and give each cheek a firm slap.
Tate moans, collapsing over my lap. Our erections grind into each other, bumping and rubbing as my spanks become harder and more urgent. The sound of skin slapping against skin is so fucking hot and dirty, I nearly nut from the friction alone.
“I need you inside me,” Tate pleads, and I don’t waste a second, pulling down his thong and exposing his pre-lubed hole. “I’m already prepped, baby. Give me all you’ve got.”
I growl at the challenge, lifting him off my lap and depositing him onto the bed, facing the headboard. “On all fours,” I demand, loving how pink his ass cheeks are. His asshole is just as bright, glistening, and ready. I’ve never been so hard in my life.
Grabbing the bottle of lube from his nightstand, I squirt more onto his hole before lubing up and stroking myself a few times. I grip the base of my cock with one hand and hold him steady with the other, pressing my swollen tip to his hole.
“Mmm,” Tate groans as my crown forces him wider, stretching his body to the limit.
I grit my teeth while his muscles squeeze the life out of my sensitive cockhead. I can’t even imagine how he’s feeling being split in two. Tate pushes back until I’m fully sheathed, forcing the air out of my lungs in an embarrassing shout.
We’re both panting and moaning, but I manage to get one word out. “Ready?”
“Yes. Fuck me good, Spence. Give me that big ol’ dick of yours.”
Jesus Christ.
I pull back, leaving my crown inside, and surge forward.
“Ungh! Right there!” Tate cries out in a high-pitched shriek. I guess I found his special spot on the first try.
We continue to fuck until I’m nearing the edge yet again. “Gonna come,” I grunt moments before I explode inside him. I wish I could last longer, but he’s just too fucking perfect. Too warm and silky and tight.
Tate cries out seconds later, collapsing to the bed with me on top. He spreads his legs and allows me to continue my deep, short thrusts until the last of my orgasm wears off.
“Don’t pull out yet.” Tate pants, reaching over and digging through his nightstand drawer until he pulls out what looks like a giant Christmas tree light with a jeweled base on the end.
“Is that . . .” I trail off, unsure of the right word.
“A butt plug, honey.” He squirts more lube on it before handing it over. “Now pull out slowly, and then press this into me quickly.”
I do as he says, and once the flared tip gets past the first ring of muscle, his hole quickly sucks the rest of the plug inside until nothing but the jeweled base remains outside.
“Mmm. Now I can keep you inside me when I want.”
“Fuck. Princess,” I groan at the exquisite sight before me.
“Be right back.” I rush to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth to clean up the cum on his stomach and the remaining lube around his bedazzled hole.
“Do you like my seed filling you up?” I whisper, tugging on the end of the plug, and getting a thrill knowing my cum is coating his insides right now.
“God, yes. Spence.” He strokes his cock, writhing around on the bed, like he hasn’t come in days instead of two minutes ago.
“You want this fat cock again?” I offer, grabbing my dick at the base and wagging it like a tail. “I’m ready to go.”
“Yes. I want more of your cum inside me.”
Tate lies back on the bed with his knees bent.
I caress his thighs, then gently press them back, revealing his pink hole decorated with a purple jewel.
I grip the base and pull, his body unwilling to give it up.
I begin to play tug of war with his hole, fucking him with the plug before it finally pops out of him.
Tate groans, tipping his head back while I get the most incredible view of my life. His hole is gaping open a good inch, allowing me to see the dark pink flesh of his insides. Leftover cum oozes out of him as his body slowly pulses shut.
“Fuck me, Spence. Now.”
I don’t wait a moment longer, quickly lubing up and easily sinking into his thoroughly stretched out opening. We both groan in relief, as if the five minutes we were apart were far too long.
Tate’s hole is slick and messy, as I fuck my cum into him as deep as I can. The wet squelches coming from his ass are some of the dirtiest, sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard. Scorching hot heat surrounds my cock, attempting to milk me for all I’ve got.
I’m not sure how long I can last.
Leaning down, I kiss him deeply and possessively, spearing my tongue into his mouth and owning both ends.
Tate grunts with every thrust of my hips, breaking our kiss and tipping his head back, exposing his delicate neck.
Like a hungry vampire, I lick and suck and bite my way down to his chest, making my way to his tight little buds.
Without losing my rhythm, I latch onto one of his nipples with my mouth while pinching and tugging on the other.
“Oh, God. Spence. Breed me, baby. Fill me up as deep as you can go.”
“Princess. Holy fuck.” His filthy words trigger my orgasm, and I pump into him one last time. My cock pulses, shooting load after load deep inside him.
“Yes! Fill me up, Spence!” he shouts, and I reach between his spread thighs, grabbing his cock and jerking him off before I get too sensitive. Rocking my hips through the aftershocks, cum overflows from his full hole, making the most obscene squelches.
“Fuck! Oh God! I’m coming!” he cries out as his ass clenches around my softening length. Ropes of cum spurt out of him, splattering across his stomach and nipples. Tate’s head falls back against the bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Leaning forward, I press my forehead to his. “You okay?” I ask, still inside him.
“I’ve never felt better,” Tate rasps, still out of breath. “I can feel your warmth in here,” he moans, placing a hand low on his belly. “And I like it.”
Holy shit, that’s hot. Really fucking hot.
“I’m gonna pull out now. Is that okay?” I know it’s probably going to be really messy, so I need him to tell me what to do.
“I’m not sure. Go slow. I’ve never had two loads inside my ass.”
“Fuck. Princess,” I groan, slowly pulling my hips back until my spent cock slips free from his tight body. I hiss at the sensitivity, watching in awe as his body gapes open for a moment, oozing my cream.
He drops his legs to the mattress. “Gonna take a shower. I’ll be right back,” Tate says, scrambling to the edge of the bed with a slight grimace.
“Need help?” I offer.
“Uh. No, thanks, babe. I need some privacy for this.” He winks before rushing out of the bedroom with my cum dripping down his inner thighs.
I flop back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling fan going round and round.
I’m not sure how this arrangement is going to play out, but right now I’m just going to enjoy it. Because Tate Sinclair is something special. A firecracker. And there’s nothing better than watching him light up with pleasure on the end of my cock.