Chapter 13 #2
“Um,” he says softly, continuing to stare into the ocean without looking at me. “I suppose that might be nice. You know, if I’m with the right guy.”
My stomach flips and my heart flutters, unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Ignoring the endorphin rush, I take another bite of lo mein, as if we’re just having a casual conversation about the weather.
“Same,” I mumble around a mouthful of veggies and noodles.
We continue to finish most of the food, tossing the rest into the trash can at the end of the pier.
“That was a really nice lunch, thanks again, Spence. For the flowers, too.”
“You’re welcome. I enjoyed the company, so thank you.”
He looks so fucking hot in tight slacks and a fitted button-down with the sleeves rolled up.
It’s not his usual attire, but it’s sexy.
In fact, I’m pretty sure the man would be attractive in a garbage bag.
My gaze darts to his soft lips. I really want to kiss him right now, but I know that would probably break the rules of our arrangement.
This isn’t a date—we’re just two people taking our lunch breaks together—but the longing in my eyes must say otherwise.
“Spence . . .” Tate utters my name like a warning, but I’m drowning in his deep blue depths.
“No, I know. We were just having lunch. As friends.” I step closer to him, my actions belying my words. Our shoes touch, and I peer down at him with more than just friendship on my mind.
“That’s right. Friends,” Tate whispers, but his words are hollow.
I run the back of my knuckles along his cheekbone before brushing my thumb against his bottom lip.
Tate responds with a soft moan, and I lean in, seizing the opportunity to kiss him.
His arms loop around my neck, and mine around his lower back.
We keep it quick and chaste, but damn, my slacks are already straining.
“I need to get back to work,” he pants against my lips.
I step back with a sigh. “Fuck. Me too. Got a meeting.”
Neither of us makes a move to the parking lot, staring at each other instead. The tension is thick, and the desire is heady.
“Wanna come over tonight?” I ask, knowing I’m going to be thinking about him for the rest of the day. “Jake’s going out with some guys from CBU, so he’ll be gone for a few hours.”
“Definitely. What time do you want me?” Tate asks with a mischievous smile.
“Eight.”
“See you then.” Tate winks, turning and strutting his ass to his car, while I stand here and watch him.
The doorbell rings, and I jump up from the couch with a smile on my face. Tate’s here.
I swing the door open, stepping aside so he can come in. “Hey.”
“Hey, boo.” He saunters inside in an oversized sweatshirt and sweatpants.
Not his usual attire, but still sexy.
“How was the rest of your—”
Tate puts a finger over my lips, silencing me. “I’m not here for small talk, honey.”
My tongue darts out, licking his finger and sucking it into my mouth.
“Yes. That’s what I’m here for. Take me to the bedroom.”
I swoop him up bridal-style and make him shriek with laughter. Taking the stairs two at a time, I charge straight to my room and toss him onto the bed, staring him down like a hungry lion.
Tate climbs to his knees, slipping something hot pink from his pocket and setting it on the nightstand. A plug. A different one from last time. It looks longer and thicker.
“You like being filled up, don’t you?” I murmur, beyond turned on.
He nods slowly, unzipping his light gray hoodie and revealing black lace and lots of tan skin underneath. I suck in a sharp breath at what I see. He’s wearing lingerie again. For me.
Fuck. That’s hot.
“Tate,” I breathe out, frozen in place and at a loss for words.
He smirks, slipping his thumbs into the waistband of his sweats and slowly wiggling his hips, tugging them down and revealing a black lace thong that barely holds his dick and balls.
Tate runs sensual fingers across his lower abdomen, successfully seducing me and luring me over.
“You like?” he asks playfully, turning around on all fours and shaking his ass at me.
“Fuck yes,” I growl, spurring into action. I dive onto the bed and bury my face between his cheeks.
“Spence!” Tate shouts with a giggle.
I pull his thong to the side and lick along his crease, circling his hole to soften him up.
“Oh. God. Yes!” Tate cries out.
Pressing my thumbs to his opening, I spread him apart and stiffen my tongue, prying it into his hole and fucking him with it.
“You’re so good. Holy shit. You’re so good at this,” Tate praises, and it goes straight to my head, making me dizzy with arousal. “Now show me what you can do with that big dick.”
I grab the lube, quickly opening him up, before I plunge inside his tight heat.
“Ungh! Spence!” he cries out, clenching around me.
I pause while we both catch our breath, draping myself over his back and letting him feel my weight.
“So full,” he groans. “Love when you fill me up.”
I hover above him, pull back my hips, and shove forward, filling him up once again.
“Ahh!” he cries. “That’s it, baby. Give it to me. Give me your big cock.”
His filthy praise lights me up inside, sending a bolt of lightning straight to my balls. I grit my teeth, fighting off the orgasm. I have to last longer.
“Harder, Spence. Give me a reason I can’t sit down tomorrow!” he cries out.
His curls bounce every time I slam into him, and I can’t resist the urge to grab hold of them. I reach out, twisting my fingers into his hair and tugging until his head is forced to tilt back.
“Yes. Fuck me, baby!”
“Gonna come,” I warn.
“Fill me up. Please, I need you to.”
I reach underneath Tate and grab hold of his cock, stroking him with my thrusts. I feel his hole clamp down around me before he even cries out, and it triggers my own release. My cock pulses inside him, pumping load after load deep inside his channel.
“Want me to plug you?” I whisper into his ear.
“Mhm,” he murmurs lifelessly, his hole still spasming around my softening cock.
I keep my pelvis pressed to his ass as I reach over to grab the plug off the nightstand. I lube it up and carefully pull out, quickly pressing it to his entrance and allowing his body to suck it inside.
Disappearing to the bathroom, I come back with a warm washcloth to clean him up.
“You can stay,” I whisper, trailing my fingertips across his stomach and making his muscles twitch.
“It’s okay to cuddle and spend the night sometimes.
You know that, right? It doesn’t have to mean anything,” I add, knowing it’s a lie.
“Yeah. Yeah. I know, but I have to get up early for work tomorrow,” Tate tries to reason, slipping his sweatpants back on.
“So do I.”
“Spence . . .” he says almost sadly, and I don’t like it. Especially after the incredible sex we just had.
“I know. I know. The arrangement.”
“See you at cowboy night?” Tate asks, and I nod, saddened by the thought of not seeing him again until the weekend.
I can’t turn my emotions off like the flip of a switch. It doesn’t work like that for me, and I can only imagine what happened to him in his past that made him this way.