Chapter Twelve
Malik
Having Spencer Fucking Wainright come apart under my ministrations was a sight to behold. One I wouldn’t soon forget.
He finally broke eye contact, arched his neck backward, and drew in great lungfuls of air.
I continued to suck until I was certain I’d gotten every last drop of cum.
With a satisfied grin, I pulled off him with a little pop.
Even that didn’t bring him down to earth.
Although my knees weren’t aching, my cock was certainly unhappy at having been neglected for so long. I tried to parse out my options.
“You should—” He gulped. “I should—” He managed to tip his head back so our gazes met.
“I’m good.” I offered a broad self-satisfied grin. I hadn’t been certain I could actually make him let go of that ever-present vigilance. But he had. In spectacular fashion. I was kind of proud of myself. Oh, who was I kidding? I was fucking blissful.
“But—” Another deep breath.
His color was hectic red. Should I be worried? He doesn’t have a heart condition…right? Just the headaches— “Are you okay?”
He rolled his eyes.
I took that as a good sign. I pointed to my crotch. “If you can just direct me to a bathroom? I can—”
“Want you. Now. Here.”
That took me by surprise. “Uh…okay. Huh. What exactly does that look like?” My intense curiosity wasn’t going to be sated until he basically drew me a map.
“I give you a blow job. You fuck me. Way behind that is me giving you a hand job or—”
“I’ll take option number two.” I grinned.
“I mean, you need to come down first, but man, I so want to take your ass.” I’d prayed he was a bottom—all the while telling myself he was never going to let me fuck him.
No grass was going to grow under my feet.
“Sooner rather than later.” I pressed the heel of my hand to my crotch.
“Condoms.”
I held up a finger with one hand and grabbed my wallet with the other. “Two condoms and two packs of lube. Never leave home without them.” I procured them. “I get tested regularly and haven’t been with anyone since my last negative test.”
“Yeah.” He blew out a breath. “I haven’t been with anyone since my ex, and I’ve been tested twice since then.”
“Not to get too personal—and you can tell me it’s none of my fucking business—”
“He dumped me when I left BioVale.”
“Asshole.”
He shrugged. “I haven’t missed him all that much. What did that say about our relationship?”
“Now’s not the time…but I’d love to hear why you left there and came here. I assume the progression was linear…?”
“Yeah. I was on my way out when this job became available. I took that as a sign from the universe that I was doing the right thing. I jumped ship there and came here.” His pupils were blown in the low light. “Not a story for today, though.”
“That’s fair. I’m trying to figure out the best way to fuck you.”
He arched an eyebrow, then chuckled. “That doesn’t surprise me. Do you mind looking me in the eye?”
My cock stiffened further. “No…I’d prefer that.”
“Then missionary style while lying on the couch would work. I’ve never done it—obviously—but I think it’s big enough to hold both of us.”
“It’s quite long.” Certainly longer than most three-seater couches I’d seen.
“Maude was…eclectic. Or eccentric? Now, I can’t guarantee she didn’t get up to anything—”
“Are you trying to deflate my boner?” I did not want to think of the old lady who used to own this house. I could admire her and not want to know what she’d been up to on that couch.
He chuckled. “All good.” He flopped forward and started to untie his shoelaces. He was clumsy, though, and clearly having a tough time.
I knelt before him, gently brushed his hands aside, and undid them myself. I met his gaze.
“Thank you.”
“I bet that was hard.”
He rolled his eyes. “I don’t hate you. I don’t have trouble expressing gratitude when someone helps—especially when I know, at some point, I’ll be able to return the favor.”
“When I’m balls-deep in you, you’ll likely remember to thank me.”
He barked out a laugh as I removed his shoes.
I pulled his pants over his feet and admired the fine blond hair that covered his legs.
Slowly, I ran my hands from his large feet, up his muscled calves—I could totally tell he was a cyclist—to his thick thighs.
His deflated cock lay in a nest of dark-blond curls. Gently, I stroked it.
“It’s not getting up again any time soon—refractory periods are a thing.”
“Is that, like, the time between boners?”
“After a climax, yes.” He eyed me. “You knew that.”
“I might not have been the child prodigy my father wanted, but I am well-versed in all things sex. Especially gay sex. I will say, my mother bought me a couple of books. They might be dog-eared by now.”
He arched an eyebrow. “You were having that much sex?”
I grinned. “I’ll admit to dating some nice boys in university.
We always went to their places, and I told my parents I was studying.
Since I got straight-As, no one ever questioned it.
Well, my mother might’ve known. My father would’ve lost his shit.
After I joined the symphony, I had fewer hookups.
You’re going to have to get up so we can reposition the blanket. Unless—”
Valiantly, he pushed off the couch.
I helped him to his feet.
We rearranged the blanket so it covered the entire surface.
I helped him lie back down.
“Living at home was just simplest. I had plans to go out on my own. I was saving diligently because I wanted to buy a condo or something. I didn’t want to be a renter and forever caught in that cycle. I’d started looking when—” I winced.
He reached out his hand to run it against my thigh in silent support.
Talk about a boner killer.
I shrugged. “Then it seemed kind of pointless to move. I mean, I live in a beautiful house with an amazing recording studio in the basement. I make enough money to pay the taxes, and I do most of the upkeep myself. It’s not in a neighborhood I would’ve chosen, but it works for me.”
“Which neighborhood?”
“Nope. We go down that road and I’m going to lose my enthusiasm completely.” I flicked the button of my jeans open.
He spread his thighs.
Now, we were getting somewhere. I’d only planned to ask him to let me write an anthem for this place. Maybe to get a repeat of the kiss. A blow job and now sex hadn’t even been on my radar. Well, maybe a little. When is sex not on your mind?
Uh…perhaps while singing? Certainly while playing concerts. When I was horsing around with the guys. When Mama Murthi was lecturing—
Holy fuck. You’re going to talk yourself out of this gorgeous erection. Pay attention. Ready and willing partner. Go!
Fair enough.
I toed off my cowboy boots—which really didn’t go with the rock star persona but I loved them anyway—then shucked my jeans and boxer briefs.
Spencer licked his lips.
I snagged a condom wrapper from the top of his desk where I’d casually tossed it. I opened the packet, removed the condom, then rolled it on. After grabbing the sachet of lube, I made my way over to him. “Are you okay with me prepping you? I know some guys…”
His frantic nods had me trailing off my words into a huge grin. “Yeah, okay.” I yanked my shirt over my head and tossed it toward the chair behind the desk.
My nipples puckered in the cold air.
“Those tattoos…” He let out a long breath.
I flexed my arms as I made my way over to him. “You like, eh?” I settled between his thighs on the couch—a tight fit, to be sure, but manageable. I opened the packet of lube and coated my fingers. Then I held his gaze as I ran my fingers around his entrance.
His eyes shone, even in the dim light.
I pressed one finger in.
He nodded.
I added a second. I scissored and twisted and tried to open him up. All the while, we held gazes. Finally, I angled my wrist in just the right way to hit his prostate.
Precum leaked from his tip and he let out a little whimper.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.
” Endearments didn’t come easy to me. In fact, I almost never used them.
With him, though, it felt right. Like he needed the assurance I wasn’t some fly-by-night rock star who was going to fuck off to parts unknown after he got laid.
That didn’t mean I knew how long this relationship was going to last. Just that, for today, I’d take good care of him.
Tomorrow was a whole other thing.
Slowly, I withdrew my fingers.
He whined.
I grinned. I lubed the condom, tossed the wrapper aside, and positioned myself between his thighs. “This might hurt.”
He shook his head, even as he gripped his lower lip between his teeth.
Since our gazes still held, and I read no trepidation, I eased myself over him so my cock nudged his entrance.
“Just do it, Malik. Just push in, okay? I can handle it.”
Maybe he could…I was an entirely different story. I’d never wanted someone as badly as I wanted him—which made no sense. I barely knew the guy. And what I did know pissed me off. We were opposites in so many ways. We had nothing in common except for a belief we could make the world a better place.
Is that enough?
You’re overthinking this. He wants you to fuck him. Why not oblige the guy?
Right.
I pushed in. A tight fit, as I’d expected, but I was committed.
Again, he pulled his lower lip through his teeth.
After another moment, my crown was in. Even as he offered a tentative smile, sweat broke out across my brow.
I pushed forward slowly—gauging how much he could take.
I’d withdraw a bit, then push forward again.
I did this over and over, ensuring he wasn’t in pain while fighting off my desire to thrust hard and fast.
That time would come.
When I was fully seated, he wrapped his long legs around my hips.
I cupped his jaw. His pale skin felt even more so next to my dark skin. Such a contrast. Yet I knew in my heart neither of us cared about that. We were all about this moment.
He grinned. “You’re going to fuck me now, right? Like you promised?”
“Yeah, like I promised.” My grin matched his. I liked that he had a little pillow under his head. A tenderness overwhelmed me as I worried about his comfort.
“Just go for it, Malik. I promise I can take it. I won’t break.”
I had to believe him.
And so I did.