Chapter 28 - Spencer #2
Tate immediately opens his container. “Oh my fucking God, this is so good,” he gushes before shoving another bite of Shane’s dessert into his mouth. “It’s some kind of chocolate mousse. You gotta try it,” he mumbles around a mouthful of food, leaving some behind on his lip.
I crack a small smile. God, he’s cute.
“What?”
“You got a little there,” I say, tapping the corner of my mouth.
“Oh?” He licks the opposite side on purpose. I know he did. I just can’t prove it. “Did I get it?” he asks with a sly smirk.
“No.” I grab his face with one hand and lick the side of his mouth possessively. “Mmm. It is good.”
“Holy fuck, big boy. Boner alert,” Tate declares with wide eyes.
I chuckle, grabbing the other dessert container like nothing happened.
“Tease,” Tate huffs, facing the ocean and continuing to eat his mousse like he’s savoring every bite of creamy decadence.
I dig the plastic spoon into the velvety-soft chocolate, letting it hover in front of my mouth before I indulge.
The stars are out in full force tonight, and the moon is bright, reflecting off the water.
This moment honestly feels perfect. The comfortable silence.
The calming waves. Delicious chocolate. And most importantly, my boyfriend, Tate.
“Mmm. This is heaven,” he murmurs, finishing off his food and scooting closer to me.
I guess we were thinking the same thing.
I take my last bite, snap the lid back on, and set it aside. Wrapping an arm around Tate, I pull him close. “It really is,” I whisper, centimeters away from his face.
I tap the flashlight off, plunging us into darkness, and when he turns his head, I press my lips to his. My hands wander up his thighs and into his shorts.
“Spence,” he utters breathlessly against my mouth, while I continue north until I’m cupping his dick and balls. He’s definitely wearing some sort of barely there thong again.
God, I want to fuck him.
Right now.
I slip my fingers underneath the lacy fabric, gripping his semi-hard cock and giving it a nice squeeze.
“Spence,” he repeats, tipping his head back and moaning to the heavens when I allow my fingers to travel back and circle his hole. “Do you have lube?” he pants.
I glance around the empty, pitch-black beach. No one’s here, but it’s still risky having sex in public. I’ve never done anything like this before. My heart pounds in my chest. I’m so turned on by the mere thought of getting caught that my dick is rock-hard and ready to go.
“Yeah,” I murmur, reaching into my back pocket and slipping my wallet out. Unfolding the stiff leather, I slip out a small packet of lube. It’s not much, but it’ll have to do.
“Oh, thank God,” he huffs.
I tear it open and squeeze a few drops onto my index finger before sliding it back up his shorts and straight to his hole. I hold his thong to the side and slip my finger inside in one go.
“Mmm,” he moans, riding it.
Paranoid of the vast darkness and possible voyeurs, I grab the extra beach blanket, shaking it open with one hand and draping it over his lap to cover us.
When I press another digit into him, he groans, bearing down on my fingers.
“Want another?” I whisper.
“Yes. Please,” he whines, and I do as he wishes, pulling out and pressing three fingers to his opening. His body easily gives way, and I slip inside, feeling his tight heat squeeze me mercilessly.
“Think you could take four fingers?” I whisper into his ear, teasing his rim with my pinky.
“Spence,” he cries when I curl my fingers and stroke his favorite spot. “Keep doin’ that and talkin’ like that, and I’m gonna come before you’re even inside me.”
I pull out and shimmy my shorts down just low enough to slip my cock free. “Sit on my lap facing the ocean,” I instruct him, taking charge of this risky situation.
While Tate crawls over my leg and slips his shorts and underwear off, I squeeze out the rest of the lube onto my dick. “That’s all of it,” I warn him.
“It’ll be enough,” Tate assures me. “I’m ready.”
With the beach blanket covering our laps, Tate sits down slowly, allowing my cock to fill his ass.
“Mmm,” we groan in unison when he’s fully seated.
Sweat beads on my forehead, while I grip his hips and steady his bouncing.
“Slam me down harder,” he pants, and I oblige, using my leverage to yank his hips back down each time he nears the end of my cock. “Ohhh,” he groans, and I can’t tell if it’s pleasure or pain, so I pull back. “No!” he cries out. “Harder! Deeper!”
Fuck, he’s sexy.
This time, I tilt my hips when I slam him down on my cock, jabbing his prostate aggressively. He cries out, his voice echoing into the void.
I slap a hand over his mouth and keep my other on his hip to continue fucking him hard. God, I want to flip us and plow into him from behind, but it’s too obvious out here on the beach. We have to at least attempt some sort of discretion, despite the fact that there are no lights for miles.
“I’m gonna come,” he pants from behind my fingers, so I let go and grab his leaking cock instead. Swiping up the beads of precum, I spread them over his head before jerking him off in time with my thrusts. “Oh. Oh. Oh!”
“Shhh,” I remind him. “You gotta be quiet, baby.”
“I’m coming!” he whisper-shouts, his cock spurting into my hand.
His hole squeezes my cock even harder, triggering my release.
I grunt, my fingers digging into his hips while I hold him down and pump into him three more times.
Fuck.
I take a deep breath, enjoying the fresh sea breeze on my sweaty skin.
That was incredible.
Wrapping my arms around his body, I pull him to my chest and hug him tightly.
God, I love him so fucking much.
Even though the feeling has been building for a while, the realization hits me like a ton of bricks. But I don’t have time to overthink it when Tate rolls off of my softening cock and slips his shorts back on.
“This is going to be an uncomfortable walk back to the Jeep,” he giggles.
“Sorry?” I offer, even though my cock throbs just thinking about the fact that my cum will be dripping down his leg the entire walk back.
Tate snorts. “No, you’re not.”
I smile widely, gathering the blankets up. “You’re right. I’m not. That was fucking incredible, princess.”
He gives me a cocky little wink. “Oh, I know. I’m glad you realize that you’re a lucky man,” he teases. I’m so happy to see his spark back after Caleb stomped it out for so long.
“Trust me, I do,” I murmur, staring at him through the darkness and tucking his curly hair behind his ear. It bounces back into position, and I smile.
Say it. Just say it!
I love you, Tate.
No matter how loudly I yell inside my head, I can’t force the words from my lips, and I can’t stop the feeling that now isn’t the right time.
I don’t want to scare him away. This relationship is new and somewhat fragile.
Just like his heart. I have to take the big steps slowly.
I’ve only just convinced him to be my boyfriend, I can’t throw out the L word just yet.