Chapter 45 #2
It’s still in the back of my mind, that voice asking what the hell are you doing? But I ignore it, because clearly, I’ve lost any shred of common sense.
At the first swipe of his tongue, I gasp. Arching my back, I tug at his hair. “Spencer,” I moan his name. His mouth feels both familiar and foreign since it’s been so long.
He laps at my core with a desperation I didn’t expect.
My stomach contracts as I struggle to get enough breath in my lungs.
He’s not going easy on me, and he knows my body well enough that it barely takes him any time to drag me to the edge and throw me right off of it. His name is a panted prayer on my lips. A plea for him to go easy on me, to give me more, to give me everything.
He doesn’t stop there. He laps at my wetness and sucks on my clit. I can’t stay still, and my hips move, rocking against his face.
“That’s it, baby,” he growls. “Ride my face.”
The next thing I know he’s on his back and pulling me up and over his body until my core hovers over his mouth.
“Sit and give me this pussy.”
Before I can do as I’m told, he’s already pulling me down. With a gasp, I grab onto his headboard.
“Spencer,” I cry out. Somehow, I seemed to have shoved the memory from my mind of just how good he is with his mouth.
His hands grip onto my ass, kneading the flesh and pushing me down even farther on his face.
My legs are practically squeezing his head, but if he minds, he doesn’t show it.
The sounds he makes as he eats me out are purely those of pleasure.
He told me once he’d be happy to spend the rest of his life between my legs and I didn’t believe him then, but I do now.
When I come again, he grabs me before I can fall to the side and gently guides me down to lay on his bed.
His lips find mine and I taste myself on his tongue.
I cup his cheek in one hand, holding him to me, while my other hand slides down his muscled torso to dip beneath his athletic shorts.
Just as I thought, he has nothing on underneath.
“Oh, fuck,” he curses when my hands fists around his hard length. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants, squishing his eyes shut. “I hope you’re prepared for more than one round because I’m thoroughly about to embarrass myself.”
“You weren’t lying, were you? When you said it had only been me?”
His eyes pop open, the blue almost entirely swallowed by his dilated pupils. “I would never lie about that, Harlow.”
I whimper at the way he says my name, the desperation and longing in it. I heard Poppy say once that she wants a man who yearns, and that’s exactly what Spencer has done with me.
His lips skim over my neck, sucking on my pulse point. I stroke him with my hand, his hips pumping against me.
“Need this off,” he groans, pulling at my top.
I release his cock and sit up, yanking at the shirt myself.
I’ve barely gotten it off and he’s popping the clasp on my bra and yanking it off my arms. He openly gapes at me, and I worry something’s wrong, but then he says, “Holy fuck, I love these.” He wets his lips with his tongue.
I lean back on my elbows and his eyes stay glued to my breasts. “You can touch them.”
He cups my breasts, rolling his thumbs over the puckered buds.
I moan, dropping my head back onto his plush pillow.
A gasp flies out of me at the first flick of his tongue over my nipple.
He squeezes my right breast and fully sucks on my left nipple before moving to the other to give it the same attention.
“Take your shorts off,” I beg.
He chuckles, letting my nipple go with a pop. “You really want this to be over quick, don’t you?” he jokes.
“No,” I whine. “But I need you in me so fucking bad.”
“Fuck, baby.” He nips at the curve of my breast. “When you say it like that…” he trails off and I groan in desperation.
Rolling off of me, he slides his short off and I get my first sight of him in years entirely bare for me. I eye his dick, eager to suck him off. I start to move to do just that, but he reads me and gives my shoulder a gentle shove back down onto the bed.
“If you put your mouth on me right now, I’m going to explode.”
He climbs out of the bed, and I mewl in protest. “Where are you going?” I whine, my body achy and needy for his touch.
He looks over his shoulder at me and I nearly whimper from the view.
He’s so much bigger than the last time I saw him like this.
Wide, muscular shoulders that taper down into a trim waist, and an ass that looks like it was hand-picked by a Greek god.
He catches me staring and the smirk on his mouth is pure male satisfaction.
I can’t even be grouchy over his pleasure in finding me checking him out. He looks that good.
“I’m grabbing condoms,” he answers me before he disappears into the bathroom. A cabinet opens and closes and then he returns with an unopened box. Squinting, he scrutinizes the box. “We’re in luck. They’re not expired.”
He rips open the top and grabs one. The muscles in his stomach flex as he bites into the foil and rips it off. He rolls the condom on, holding eye contact with me the entire time.
“Come here.” He crooks his finger, and I scoot across the bed. I’m not quite to him when he grabs my ankle and yanks me to the edge of his bed.
A small squeal rips out of me when he loops his arms around my legs and lines up our bodies.
His eyes move up my body until they meet mine. “You have no fucking idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.”
Grabbing the base of his cock, he lines it up with my pussy and slides fully inside me in one hard stroke.
“Fuck,” he blurts at the same time I cry out, “Holy shit.”
Home.
I’m home with him.
He slides fully back out and back in. I squeeze my eyes shut and reach out, pressing my hands to his stomach.
“Oh, god. Spencer.” I struggle to get enough air in my lungs.
I’m so fucking full—my whole being filled by him.
“Harlow,” he whimpers my name, biting his lower lip. “You have no fucking idea how good you feel. How long I’ve dreamed of this.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to respond because he lowers his body over mine until our bodies are flush and I don’t know where I end, and he begins. He kisses me long and slow. Fisting the back of his hair in my hand, I silently beg for more. Harder. Faster. Messy. I want him to give me all of it.
Holding my cheek in his hand, he presses his forehead to mine.
It’s intense—the eye contact—but I don’t look away.
I see it there in his eyes—the love he’s always sworn has never gone away. Despite the years, the distance, my new relationship, he’s always remained steadfast in his feelings. It’s more than I deserve.
He doesn’t say the words though, and for that I’m grateful. It would be too much for me right now. I’m too torn apart as it is.
“Fuck, baby,” he murmurs, his breath brushing my lips. “Keep squeezing my cock like that and I won’t be able to hold off much longer.”
“Then don’t.” I close the tiny distance between our mouths, kissing him with a desperation I’m almost ashamed to share with him. It tells him more than I can ever admit with words.
He pulls away and grips my hips, pumping into me harder, faster, and throwing me straight off the edge of the cliff when he rubs my clit with his thumb.
I pant his name repeatedly, yanking at his bed covers for something to hold onto.
He pulls out of me and rips the condom off, stroking himself until he comes in thick spurts all over my stomach. The sticky cum coats me and I reach down, spreading it around.
“Fuck,” he drawls out the word. “That’s so fucking hot, baby.”
He leans back over me, kissing me long and deep. He sucks my bottom lip and lets it go with a pop.
“How long do I have with you?” he asks, his eyes raking over my bare body.
“The rest of the day and all night if you want me,” I confess.
“I want forever. I always have.”
I squeal when he picks me up easily from his bed and carries me to his bathroom to shower.
He turns it on and yanks me inside. I brace myself for cold water, but I’m surprised to find it immediately warm. I guess that’s a perk of living in a mansion.
Wrapping his arms around me, he just holds me while the rainfall shower falls around us.
“I might never let you go,” he confesses.
I close my eyes, leaning the side of my face against his chest. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him that I might let him keep me forever, but I don’t want to give him false hope.
Not when I still belong to another man.