Chapter 26 - Tate #2
“Do you still want there to be?” I ask vulnerably, feeling down on myself. Things would be much easier for him if he just dated a sweet, Southern girl without all the baggage.
“You know I do, Tate. You know I fucking do,” he insists.
“I’m sorry for being so damn wishy-washy,” I say, running my hands through tangled curls and tugging. “The truth is, Caleb really messed me up when it comes to relationships, and now my parents’ divorce is just icing on the shit-cake. It’s hard to believe in anything right now.”
Spencer grabs my waist, manhandling me until I’m straddling him face-to-face. I rest my arms on his shoulders, staring down into an intense and hungry gaze.
“Listen to me. I’m not your ex, and I’m not your parents,” he says sternly. “What we have is real, princess. It’s exciting, pure, and if I’m being honest with myself, it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
I suck in a sharp breath of air, and my pulse skyrockets.
I bury my face in his neck and breathe deeply. His familiar scent washes over me, and I sink into him, melting against his chest and letting his reassuring presence hold me up. He rests his chin on top of my head, sighing comfortably while he adjusts his arms around my back.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” Spencer pleads. “I want to know everything going on in here.” He kisses the top of my head affectionately.
Now is the perfect time to tell him I want a chance at something more.
I just need to summon the courage.
I pull away from his comforting embrace and peer into concerned eyes. “I might be broken, and I might fuck this up, but . . . Will you give me a chance?” I ask quietly, completely putting myself out there.
Each second that passes feels like a minute, and my heart is thumping so hard, my chest is ready to explode.
I used him, kicked him to the curb, and got him beat up.
That makes me a huge red flag. Sometimes I feel like I’ve become too self-aware for my own good, and I suppose that’s why they say ignorance is bliss.
I find it hard to believe he could still want me, despite how he continues to prove he does.
“All you had to do was ask, baby. I’ve been waiting all summer for you.”
Time freezes, and the world stops spinning. “Really?” I ask in disbelief. I’m actually not sure I heard him right. This feels like a dream when I’ve caused nothing but a nightmare.
He nods slowly. “I’m going to take care of you, princess. Forever, if you’ll let me.”
“Spencer,” I whisper in complete relief and utter awe at his patience and loyalty.
“But don’t ever call yourself broken again. We aren’t letting that fucker affect us any longer, okay?” he demands sternly.
“You’re right.” I nod. “No more.”
“You’ve had a rough time lately. Give me a hug.” He wraps an arm around my back and tugs me to his chest.
“I don’t need a hug right now, Spence. I need you to pin me down and show me who I belong to. Please,” I whisper into his ear before nibbling on his earlobe.
Spencer shivers under my touch. “Fuck. You’re sexy.”
He doesn’t waste a moment, standing from the couch with me on his lap. I wrap my legs around his waist, and then things happen quickly. He walks us up the stairs and into his bedroom while I kiss his neck.
Spencer leaves the door open since we’re the only ones home and crawls on top of his bed, laying me gently on my back.
He kisses down my bare chest, licking my nipples and making me squirm.
He quickly unbuttons my damp shorts and slips them down over my ass, leaving me in nothing but my baby-pink thong.
“Tate,” Spencer chokes out, caught off guard, I guess.
“Oh,” I giggle. “I forgot I wore these,” I say truthfully, laughing at the pained look on his face. The longer it’s the topic of discussion, the more my cock starts to thicken.
“God. You are so fucking sexy, baby. So, we’re exclusive, then? No more bro arrangement?” Spencer asks, looking for clarification.
I nod, staring up at him and chewing on my lower lip.
“Exclusive,” I repeat, as if trying the word out for the first time.
We’re not boyfriends, but we’re more than just fuck buddies, and I’m happy with this next step in our relationship.
“I like it, and I like you,” I say, thrusting my hips into the air and making my cock strain against the delicate pink fabric.
I’m desperate for him to free me from this lacy prison.
“I like you, too,” he growls. “A lot. Now, lift your ass for me.”
I do as I’m told, lifting my hips when he slips his cold fingers into the elastic waistband of my thong and tugs it over my ass. My cock springs free, and I grab hold, giving myself a nice, hard tug.
“You have the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs, staring intently at my dick.
I ignore the fact that he’s probably only ever seen mine and his up close; I appreciate the compliment nonetheless. My cock does too. It’s throbbing with need. I thrust my hips up toward his face, and he leans down, swallowing me whole.
“Ahhh!” I shout in pure ecstasy.
All thoughts leave my mind as Spencer uses his mouth on me, giving me the most enthusiastic blow job of my life.
“I . . . I’m gonna come,” I warn him, but he doesn’t stop, and he doesn’t pull away.
My eyes roll into the back of my head as electricity zips down my spine, making my balls draw up and my cock pulse as I shoot load after load down Spencer’s throat.
He sucks me clean, releasing me with a pop.
I breathe heavily, staring at him through half-lidded eyes while he quickly undresses, revealing his massive, semi-hard cock.
“God, he’s sexy.”
Spencer chuckles. “Why, thank you.”
I laugh it off, even though I wasn’t supposed to say that out loud. My brain is scrambled after that incredible, mind-numbing blow job.
Spencer crawls onto the bed naked, leaning over me to grab the bottle of lube from his nightstand.
“Be rough with me this time,” I urge him, staring while he lubes himself up. “I promise I can take everything you have to give.” I slip my hands behind my knees and pull my legs back, exposing my hole to him.
His eyes darken like a man possessed. “I would never hurt you, but I’m ready to push you to your limits, baby. I’m going to fuck you so good.”
My stomach bottoms out, and my hole pulses hungrily. I’m so incredibly hard and horny and ready for whatever he’s going to give me.
Spencer squirts a generous amount of lube onto his fingers before letting some of the cool gel drip down my crease. He immediately presses two fingers into me, and I flinch at the intrusion before relaxing my hole.
“Mmm,” I moan when he crooks them into my favorite spot, shamelessly grinding myself against his hand. “Ungh!”
“That’s it. One more,” he encourages as he wedges a third digit in. “You okay?” he asks, pausing when he’s knuckles-deep inside me.
I can’t talk right now, so I nod several times, trying to focus on my breathing and not the fingers filling my ass.
Suddenly, his fingers are gone, and something much bigger and blunter is pressing against my opening. Before I can take a breath, Spencer surges forward, filling me in one solid thrust.
Any leftover oxygen is shoved from my lungs, and I can’t seem to get them to work.
“Breathe, baby. You can take it. You’ve taken it before. Many times. Just relax your body and don’t tense up.”
I finally suck in a giant breath of air, and just as I do, Spencer pulls back and shoves forward once again, fucking me hard.
“Mmmf!” The air is shoved from my lungs again, but my body doesn’t fight it this time, relaxing into the intrusion and enjoying the cock filling me up.
I wrap my legs around his waist, riding him as he picks up his pace.
“You still want me to pin you down and show you who you belong to?” he grunts into my ear.
“Yes,” I breathe out.
Before I can even say another word, Spencer pulls out and flips me onto my stomach. He spreads my legs apart and presses into me effortlessly.
“Ahhh!” I cry out, arching my back for him.
He grabs both of my wrists, stretching them above my head and pinning them there while he continues to fuck me mercilessly.
“Who do you belong to?” he growls into my ear, and I whimper, on the edge of coming. “Tell me!” he shouts.
“You! I belong to you!” I cry. The sound of skin slapping against skin is obscene, and the feel of his sweat-slick chest against my back is so fucking hot.
It doesn’t take long before I’m crying out and coming all over Spencer’s bedsheets. My hole spasms around his cock, triggering his orgasm.
“Fuck! I’m coming!” he cries out, and warmth fills me.
It’s heavenly.
Spencer pulls out too soon, and his cum oozes from my hole, dripping down my crack.
“We’re gonna have to do that again,” I pant.
“Why? Not that I have a problem with it,” Spencer says with a laugh, falling onto the bed next to me.
“Because my bag is by the front door, and my new butt plug is inside it. You just wasted a perfectly good load,” I say with a pout.
“Princess,” Spencer mutters with half-lidded eyes, and I cackle like an evil maniac, ready for round two.