Chapter 24 Spencer #2
“Oh, but I will, honey. I will thank you so hard,” Tate purrs into my ear, nearly making me shiver.
Does he not remember he just ended our arrangement before all this happened? Maybe he’s the one who might have a concussion.
I don’t respond, continuing to walk down the sidewalk in front of closed shops with dark windows. My Jeep finally comes into view, and I help Tate into the passenger seat, ignoring the tent in his shorts as well as mine.
Neither of us says a word on the drive to Tate’s apartment, and the sexual tension is thick, drowning out the confusion in my head
Despite the fact that he ended things earlier tonight, like our entire summer together didn’t mean shit, and then his ex-boyfriend attacked us, I’ve never wanted someone so bad in my entire fucking life.
“There,” Tate murmurs, applying the last butterfly bandage to my eyebrow after we took turns showering off all the sand, salt, and blood.
Luckily, I keep a change of clothes in his bottom drawer, so I have something clean to wear while my dirty clothes are in the wash.
“Thank you,” I whisper, our faces an inch apart.
He smiles sadly and kisses the tip of my nose before gathering up his first aid supplies to put back in the bathroom cabinet.
We finally crawl into bed after a really shitty day, and the cool sheets are a much-needed comfort.
“Mmm,” he breathes out, snuggling deeper into them.
“Are you doing okay?” I murmur, not knowing how to ask the questions I really want to ask. Tonight was traumatic for him, and I worry.
“I don’t want to talk about it right now. Please. I just want to fuck,” he begs. “I need to feel something, Spence. Anything other than the thoughts in my head.”
I can see the pain and confusion on his face. The exhaustion. Dark circles are already forming under his eyes, and my heart breaks for him. I wish I could go back in time and beat Caleb’s ass all over again. I’d gladly take ten more punches for Tate. In fact, I think I’d die for him.
“I can do that for you, princess, but are you sure you don’t want to go to sleep? You look tired, baby.”
“I can’t sleep. Take my mind off everything, Spence. Please.”
“I got you.” I grab his waist. “Come here.”
Tate carefully crawls on top of me, straddling my lap without setting his weight on me.
“It’s okay. You won’t hurt me,” I assure him.
He slowly sits down, leaning forward to kiss me. I ignore the sting in my lip and kiss him back.
Tate suddenly pulls away with a gasp. “Shit, your lip! I forgot,” he pants. “Fuck. I’m so sorry. No more kissing.”
My lip is throbbing, but I yank him back down by the front of his shirt, murmuring against his mouth. “Don’t care. Now, get naked.”
Tate whimpers, grinding his hard dick against mine before leaning back and lifting his arms. I groan, tugging his shirt up and over his head, running my hands down his slim body, and squeezing his nipples along the way.
He tips his head back, moaning and writhing on my lap. The soft light from his desk lamp shines behind him, and he looks like an ethereal sort of angel with a golden halo of curls on top of his head.
He’s beautiful.
“Take these off,” I growl, tugging at the waistband of his tiny pajama shorts.
Tate obeys, slipping them off and revealing his smooth, hard cock that’s flushed a pretty pink and ready for me.
Fuck. He’s sexy.
“Your turn,” he says with a devious smile, tugging my shorts and boxers down as I lift my ass off the bed.
My hard cock springs free, slapping against my stomach, while my balls feel heavy and full.
“Mmm,” Tate hums, running a gentle hand up and down my shaft, stroking me delicately, before massaging my sac. “I need you inside me,” he murmurs breathlessly, grabbing the lube from his nightstand and handing it over. “Prep me minimally. I wanna feel you stretch me open with your big cock.”
“Princess,” I growl, desperate to be inside him right now.
I wrap my arms around him, rolling us in one fluid move and flipping our positions so that he’s underneath. His cock rubs against mine in the process, and it feels incredible.
“Spence, hurry,” Tate whines. “I’m so empty.”
I squirt a generous amount of lube on my fingers and circle his hole teasingly. Tate moans as I press one, then two fingers into him.
“Yesss,” he hisses as I scissor them quickly. “That’s enough. Now, fuck me.”
I do as he commands, slipping my fingers out and grabbing the base of my cock. I press my head to his opening and push into him. His body resists, and he whimpers impatiently.
“Relax, princess. You gotta relax that hole for me.” I begin tiny thrusts against him, applying more and more pressure each time, until I press hard enough to pop past that first ring of muscle.
“Ahhh!” he cries out, and I pause my intrusion, brushing the hair off of his sweaty forehead.
“Shh. Shh. That’s it. The worst is over,” I assure him.
“Now just lie back and enjoy this.” I run my hands over his slim body, gently massaging him as he writhes on the tip of my cock.
It’s an erotic sight, and I can’t seem to look away from the spot where we’re joined.
I grab hold of his hips and steady him as I very slowly press my full length into his tight hole until I bottom out.
Warm heat and smooth silkiness surround me, squeezing my cock mercilessly.
It’s heaven.
“Mmm,” Tate groans as his eyes roll into the back of his head. His chest is rising and falling rapidly, so I rest my hand over his heart. It’s going a mile a minute, and I’m pretty sure mine is doing the same.
“You okay?” I pant, completely out of breath.
“Yeah. I’m more than okay. Fuck me,” Tate demands before slipping into that blissful state where he’s so full and stretched that he can’t talk any longer.
I won’t fuck him too hard. Not even if he begs me to. Not after that asshole tossed him to the ground so roughly. The adrenaline is still flowing, but tomorrow I’m sure we’ll both be feeling the aftereffects of tonight even worse.
Shaking the negative thoughts away, I focus on the present. On Tate. I pull my hips back, leaving only the tip inside, then surge forward again, angling toward his prostate.
“Ungh! Ahh!” he cries out, and I reach down, pinching his nipples. I don’t break my rhythm, my hips working on overdrive until my balls tighten up, and I’m close to coming. But Tate isn’t there yet, so I pull out and grip the base of my cock, squeezing firmly.
“Gonna come too soon. Need to slow down,” I grit out while my cock is pulsing angrily.
“Spence, please,” Tate whines, reaching for me urgently.
“Sorry. You’re just too fucking sexy.” I squeeze harder until the urge to come dissipates and easily sink back into his ass, making him cry out in pleasure. I press my mouth to his, swallowing his cries as I start to fuck him more slowly this time.
“Deeper,” he urges, and I plunge my cock into his ass until I bottom out completely.
“Fuck, princess,” I murmur into his mouth. “Your pussy is so tight.” I don’t know why I like saying that word to Tate. Calling his ass that word. But when he moans and clenches around me, squeezing my cock even tighter, I nearly combust.
He likes it too.
I continue my long, deep strokes and bury my face in his neck, breathing in the heady smell of his sweat.
Without thinking, I press my lips to his, ignoring the metallic taste in my mouth and kissing him like it might be the last time I ever get to.
God, I hope that’s not true.
“You’re hurt,” he pants, “and it’s all my fault.” Tate moans while I continue my gentle, deep thrusts. “It’s all my fault that you’re hurt.”
“Baby, no. I’m fine. Really. It’s nothing,” I insist. “Don’t cry because of me, and certainly don’t cry because of your asshole ex. Do you feel that?” I ask, curving my hips and pressing hard into his prostate and holding it there.
He cries out and nods frantically while he wiggles and squirms.
“That’s my cock deep inside your body. Pressing on the one spot that cures all your worries.
Nothing else matters when I’m here. Now, close your eyes and feel me.
” I continue my slow strokes, building our orgasms even higher.
“You have no idea how special you are to me,” I murmur, slowly fucking him just right.
“You are a shining fucking light. So beautiful.”
A single tear drips from the corner of his closed lid. “Spencer,” he whimpers moments before his cock shoots across his chest and his hole pulses around me, triggering my release. “Oh, Spence!”
“Fuck,” I grunt, filling him up as he milks every last drop out of me.
We remain frozen for a minute, still connected and panting through the aftershocks.
“Will you stay with me tonight?” Tate whispers vulnerably.
“Of course, princess,” I reassure him, glad he wants me to. My softening cock slips out of him, and he finally rests his feet back on the bed. “Stay there. I’ll be right back.”
I rush to the bathroom to clean up, refusing to look in the mirror and acknowledge what my face most likely looks like. I guess I’m not ready to face tonight either.
I return to the bedroom with a warm washcloth in hand, cleaning him up carefully.
“Sore at all from earlier?” I whisper, not talking about what we just did.
“A little,” he admits. “My tailbone.”
“Do you have any ice packs ?” I ask, wanting to help.
“Yeah. Should be a soft pack in the freezer,” he mumbles into the pillow, clearly exhausted.
I return with an ice pack, two water bottles, and some ibuprofen.
We both take the pills, and I help Tate get situated with his ice pack.
I lie next to him and pull the covers over us, running a comforting hand up and down his spine.
Tate’s breathing evens out as he falls asleep, and I force myself to stay awake for twenty minutes while the ice does its job.
Grabbing my phone to pass the time, I find myself scrolling through my camera roll, smiling whenever I see Tate and his angelic face.
When time is up, I quietly return the ice pack to the freezer before getting back under the covers with him.
Tate is out like a light, but the second I crawl into bed, it’s like his body recognizes mine, and he instantly rolls over until he’s settled in front of me as the little spoon.
I take a deep breath and cuddle him against me, grateful that this is how the night has turned out, when it started as a disaster.