Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
TATE
The arrangement with Spencer has been going great, and the sex is the best I’ve ever had.
He’s not afraid to step outside of his comfort zone and try new things, and he knows how to take control as well as relinquish it.
It’s sexy as fuck, and I can’t get enough of his massive cock. I’m ready any time he texts.
Luckily, he hasn’t asked about who I thought I saw at cowboy night.
I know he cares, and I know we’re friends, but this arrangement is about sex.
So, we should stick to that. Every time he pushes a little too hard about something, I let him know, and he backs off.
That’s why things are working so well. He knows what he agreed to.
I made it clear from the very beginning that I’m not interested in a relationship.
I’m looking forward to seeing him tonight, especially after my long evening as a dessert bar attendant for a huge wedding.
“Please. Take it,” Sharon nearly begs. “I know you two love ice cream.”
“Okaaay, but please tell me they tipped us in actual money, too,” I whine, unwilling to be paid in just ice cream.
“Yes. Of course they did. We’ll have a tip meeting during the last ten minutes of your shift, but right now, I need your help getting this ice cream to safety. The bride said she doesn’t want the temptation in her new home when she gets back from her honeymoon.”
Fair enough, and I don’t mind taking some of it off her hands. In moderation.
“Sharon, it’s too much,” Daija reasons respectfully.
“Yes, well, I know that, but I can’t keep all of this!” she practically shouts at us. “There isn’t even that much room in the freezer at the office. You need to take two tubs each. Minimum. Please.”
“Sharon, we live together! We have one refrigerator. Will four even fit?” I ask, looking at Daija.
“Yeah. If six fit in the standard freezer here, then four will fit with a little bit of room for our food.”
“Five it is!” Sharon shouts, stacking five ice cream tubs on top of each other. “Strawberry. Cookies ’n cream. Vanilla. Chocolate. And butter pecan. Go ahead and take it home. I’ll see you back here at ten to five for a tip meeting. Don’t be late.”
“Yes, ma’am,” we both say in unison, grabbing the ice cream tubs and exiting the hotel ballroom in a hurry in order to save our weight in ice cream.
“Oh my God! This is one of my childhood dreams!” Daija squeals while we lug the five tubs to her car.
“Hurry! Hurry! It’s the worst when it’s melted and refrozen,” I warn, lighting a fire under her butt to save her favorite dessert.
She races past me in high-heeled pumps, and I tip my head back, belting out a loud laugh. Before I know it, Daija is reversing out of the parking spot, and we’re on our way home with a year’s worth of ice cream.
I open the freezer and show Spencer how seventy-five percent of it is ice cream.
“Damn, you weren’t kidding,” he laughs.
I grab the vanilla and a scooper from the drawer, filling up one giant bowl before quickly putting the ice cream away.
I stick two spoons in it, but instead of offering him some, I point to the kitchen island and then smile innocently.
I’ve had time to think of some fun things we could do with all of this ice cream.
“Take your shirt off and lie down on your back.”
Spencer’s gaze darkens, but he does as I say, stripping down to his boxers and lying on the kitchen island.
Using my spoon, I place a small scoop on his nipple, making him hiss from the cold.
I quickly suck it off, and Spencer hums in relief.
My eyes dart up to watch him while I lick the last of it up.
I repeat on the other side and then head south, hesitating when I get to his waistband. I slip my fingers inside and glance up, waiting for permission.
Spencer nods, lifting his ass as I tug them down and over his hips. His perfect cock springs free. Hard and ready.
I get a small scoop of half-melted ice cream and allow it to drip down his hard shaft. Scooping up a larger spoonful, I deposit it on top of his cock, holding the base steady with my other hand. “I’m going to suck you so good, baby. I’m going to swallow you whole,” I murmur huskily.
“Fuck, princess,” Spencer pants seconds before I descend on his cock, sucking off the scoop on top and licking the sides.
Once Spencer is fully clean, he takes charge, setting the ice cream bowl aside and trading it for the lube. “Come here,” he murmurs, stroking himself slowly while he stares intently at me.
I obey, straddling his waist and lining myself up with his tip. After a quick and methodical prep, Spencer grabs my hips and presses his cockhead against me until he pops in.
“Spence!” I shout, but he silences my cries with a kiss. “Mmm,” I moan against his mouth, relaxing into the intrusion.
God, he feels incredible, lighting up every nerve ending in my body.
Spencer spears his tongue into my mouth while his cock fills my ass.
“Mmf! Mmf! Mmf!” I cry out as he rhythmically fucks me, and it doesn’t take long for my body to tense up and squeeze his length even harder.
“I’m gonna come,” I pant out loud.
But before I can let go, Spencer pulls out, flips us over so that he’s on top, and pushes my legs back. My ass is throbbing and empty.
“Spence,” I whine, incapable of articulating what I need, but it doesn’t matter because he already knows.
Spencer thrusts back into me without resistance, my body easily giving way to his cock. He hooks my legs over his shoulders and starts a steady pace.
Skin slaps against skin as his hips slam into my cheeks, and my ass makes an embarrassing squelching noise.
I’m nearing the finish line from the obscene noises alone, and then Spencer decides to add another sensation to the mix.
He grabs the bowl of half-melted ice cream and drizzles a spoonful across my bare chest and over my nipples, all while he continues to fuck me slowly but surely.
I suck in a sharp breath of air, my stomach hollowing out. “Oh God. Yes,” I moan, while Spencer licks and sucks at my sticky skin.
“Mmm. You’re so sweet,” he murmurs.
“Spence!” I cry out, squeezing my eyes shut while he pounds into me and bites down on my nipple. Tingles start to build in my balls, and they tighten up, squeezing the orgasm out of me.
There’s no stopping it.
“I’m coming!” I cry out while he punishes my hole.
“Me too,” Spencer growls, nearly folding me in half.
Cum shoots across my stomach and up my chest, painting me with my own release and almost landing on my chin. He didn’t even touch me, and I came hands-free like it’s no big deal.
Maybe it isn’t when it comes to being with Spencer.