Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
TATE
“I’m going out of town this weekend. My parents and grandparents are staying at the family beach house in Hilton Head for the week, so I’m gonna drive down there Friday after work and join them,” Daija says, digging her spoon into her giant bowl of strawberry ice cream.
We’re lounging on the couch under cozy blankets, having another Bridgerton and ice cream night.
“Have fun, sweets. You’ve been working so hard, you deserve it.” I strike gold in my bowl, digging out a big chunk of Oreo cookie and humming at the chocolatey deliciousness.
“Thanks, babe. What are you gonna do this weekend?” she asks curiously.
“Hmm. I don’t know. Maybe invite a certain someone over to keep me company.” I smile to myself at the mere thought of him. After the other night, I’m not sure I can ever eat ice cream again without thinking of Spencer’s giant cock and skillful mouth, but damn, it was worth it.
“Oh yeah?” She raises a perfectly arched brow. “Are you guys still just friends with benefits? ’Cause you seem to be cashing in on those benefits quite often.”
I throw my head back and bark out a loud laugh. “Honey, let me tell you. If you saw the size of his—”
“Tater tot!” Daija shouts, slapping my arm playfully. “I do not need to know how big Spencer’s you-know-what is.”
I cackle, setting my ice cream down and grabbing my phone to text him.
Daija’s going out of town this weekend. Wanna come over Friday after work?
Three little dots appear, and I stare at my screen, waiting for his response. I’ve never let a guy spend the night or slept over at anyone’s place since my ex. My heart rate kicks up a notch at the thought of sleeping next to Spencer all night.
Absolutely. Should I pack a bag?
More dots.
I don’t want to assume.
I know it breaks one of the rules of our arrangement, but I can’t kick him out, then invite him over to fuck again the next night. Doesn’t make sense.
Yeah, big boy. You’re sleeping over. Minus the sleeping part. Get ready to be worn the fuck out.
Looking forward to it, princess. My dick is at your service.
Snickering at my phone, I set it down and glance over at Daija, who’s giving me her worried mom look.
“What?” I ask defensively.
“Just be careful, hun. I don’t want to see you get hurt again.”
Sighing, I reach over and grab hold of her hand. “I know. Me neither. That’s why we’re just friends . . . with benefits. The boundaries are set. I won’t let things go too far, or I’ll end it.”
“Sleeping together and spending a weekend together is a slippery slope, so protect your heart,” she warns.
“It already is protected,” I say in defense, but I know my walls are starting to crumble against my will. I let her words sink in, picking up my ice cream and zoning out on the TV.
Is she right? Is this a recipe for disaster, and am I supplying most of the ingredients?
I push the doubts away because we’re just having fun, and I’m not ready to end our arrangement quite yet anyway.
“I got something for you,” Spencer whispers against my lips. “A few things, actually.”
It’s finally Friday night, and I have the apartment to myself for the weekend. Spencer just got here with dinner, wine, and apparently, gifts.
“Presents?” I ask excitedly.
“Mhm.” His tongue snakes into my mouth, stroking my own. Long fingers weave into the back of my head, gripping onto my hair just the way I like it. We kiss for another minute before he pulls away and grabs a blue gift bag sitting by the front door that I didn’t even notice. “For you.”
I press a hand to my thumping chest, and a warm smile graces my lips. “Spence, you didn’t have to do all of this for me.”
“I wanted to.”
My gaze darts up to his, catching him staring down at me like I’m the center of his universe.
“Well, thank you. I love presents.” I pick up the gift bag and grab Spencer’s hand, tugging him over to the couch. We sit down, and I curl my feet underneath me, excited to see what he got me.
Picking through the tissue paper, I gasp at what I find below.
My pulse skyrockets, and blood rushes to my groin.
There’s a pair of black leather bondage cuffs similar to handcuffs, a blindfold, and a new teal lingerie set from my favorite online boutique.
I lift the delicate lace from the bag, finding more naughty items below.
“I went online shopping at a sex shop for the first time in my life. Did I go overboard?” Spencer chuckles.
“Honey, you could never go overboard at a place like that.” I hold up what appears to be an extra-large cock ring with a questioning brow.
“That one’s for me,” he says somewhat sheepishly. “So I can fuck you longer.”
Arousal ripples through my body at the thought of him pounding into me while his cock and balls are restrained. “That’s so hot,” I breathe out, darting up to peck him on the lips.
I continue digging through the gift bag, finding a few different types of lube and even a prostate massager. Peering up at Spencer through a haze of lust, I feel like a feral animal ready to pounce.
“This has to rank in the top five best gifts I’ve ever received, and I can’t wait to try every single thing this weekend. Starting right now.”
“Mmf. Mmf.” My grunts are muffled as I get fucked face-first into a pillow. With my hands cuffed behind my back and my eyes blindfolded, I can do nothing but surrender my ass to Spencer.
He’s wearing the cock ring, and we’ve already been going nonstop for half an hour.
Rough fingertips bite into my hips as Spencer yanks me against his every thrust. “Tate. Your body is so fucking sexy.”
Another primal-sounding moan pours from the back of my throat as darkness consumes my vision. I’m restrained, unable to move my upper body while Spencer plows into my ass, leaving me vulnerable and exposed and so fucking turned on.
He runs a reverent hand over both cheeks before slowing down to trace his finger around the spot where we’re joined, sending goosebumps skittering across my skin.
“So beautiful, princess. Such a pretty little hole. A pretty little pussy. I’m going to fill you up.”
Oh, sweet Jesus.
“Spence,” I whimper, and his pace slows down even more.
He leans down over my back, whispering into my ear while he continues his short, deep thrusts. “You like it when I talk like that?” His words are hot and breathy, and I nearly lose control when he bites on my earlobe.
“Yes!” I cry out, my prostate getting pegged with each thrust of his hips. My muscles tighten, and that tingly feeling starts to build up. “Gonna come,” I mumble into the pillow.
Spence suddenly pulls out, and I gasp at the loss of his cock, moaning as I crumble to the bed while my ass pulses.
“Not yet. Let’s take these off,” he says calmly, and then my wrists are free, and my shoulders are burning.
Fuck.
I push the blindfold up, blinking into the dim light.
Spencer rubs my stiff muscles, releasing the tension and making me sigh.
“Now, get on your hands and knees for me,” he instructs, and I quickly oblige.
He holds me steady and easily slides right back in.
Spencer fucks me hard while I’m on all fours, and I rock against him.
I lift up and grab hold of the top of the headboard, arching my back further.
He jabs my prostate almost painfully, and I yelp, nearly choking on a desperate scream. But I love it. This is what I crave.
“Give it to me. That’s it. Fuck me harder!” I demand.
“Princess. Fuck. You’re so hot and tight,” he grits out through clenched teeth. “So wet.”
Oh. Oh, wow. Yes.
No guy has ever talked as filthy as Spencer, and I’m fucking here for it.
The bed is rocking against the wall, and I can feel the soft silicone ring at the base of his cock grinding into my rim.
“The pressure is so intense,” he groans. “I feel like I’m gonna explode. I . . . I can’t take it.”
“Spencer, fuck,” I pant, on the verge of blacking out myself. His cock is firmer, harder, and somehow larger with the cock ring on. I’ve never felt anything like it.
Big, strong arms wrap around my torso and pull my back to his chest, so that we’re both on our knees. His hips continue to piston in and out of me fiercely while I surrender to him completely.
My hard cock slaps against my stomach while his strong arms remain banded around me like thick rope. He hits my prostate like an expert marksman, making a tingle start low in my balls. I’m hovering closer and closer to the edge without even touching myself.
“Bite me,” I beg, loving when a guy marks me as I come.
I tilt my head to the side, and Spence nuzzles my neck, breathing erratically into my ear and tickling me. He kisses and licks, traveling down to the spot where my neck meets my shoulder before biting down as he pumps into me one last time. His cock pulses inside my ass, and warmth fills me.
His grunts and groans push me over the edge. “Oh, God!” I cry out. “I’m coming!”
“Shit. I’m still coming,” Spencer grunts in awe as his cock continues to pulse inside of me.
He grabs my cock, stroking me through my orgasm, and I nearly sob, feeling completely boneless in his arms. The only reason I’m not horizontal in bed right now is that he’s holding me up, and his cock is still rock-hard inside my ass.
“How are you still so hard?” I groan in disbelief, leaning back against his chest and draping an arm around the nape of his neck. My hips start to move of their own accord, fucking him even though my ass is getting tender.
“The cock ring is squeezing the life out of me. That’s how.” Spence grimaces, slowly pulling out of my ass and making me wince. I collapse on the bed, turning my head to watch what he’s doing.
Spencer adds more lube to his shaft, carefully slipping the ring off and massaging himself after. He’s so sexy on his knees with his slick cock in his hand, stroking himself.
“If you need to go again without that thing cutting off your circulation, I don’t mind,” I offer, even though I’m already thoroughly used.
“Thank you,” Spencer gasps in sheer relief, crawling on top of me while I lie next to a sticky puddle of my own cum. I spread my legs and pull them back, allowing him access. I can feel his cum leaking out of me, and I see him watching it.
His dark eyes meet mine for a moment, appearing completely blacked out and savage. We stare at each other for a moment, and something deep passes between us. Something undeniable.
Spencer lines up and presses his tip to my entrance. We both groan as he sinks into me. I ignore the slight ache, relishing it instead.
“Tate. You’re so fucking incredible,” he praises, boxing me in with his elbows on either side of my head. “So tight. So beautiful.” His slow, rocking motion and words of encouragement carry me to the edge quickly. “So special.”
I cry out, my body pulsing while he buries his cock deep inside me. “Spence,” I pant as a single tear drips from the corner of my eye. I turn my head, quickly wiping it against the pillow before he sees.
It wasn’t just sex this time. It was a soul-deep connection.
And that has me worried.