Chapter 20 #2
He answers with action—belt leash tight in one hand, the other gripping my hip as he fucks me hard, driving into me, relentless, perfect.
My noises are pure filth, echoing off the high ceilings of this hotel room, sweat beading on my skin as Spence loses himself.
I swear I see visions, whole galaxies behind my eyelids.
After a few minutes of driving into me doggy style, Spence slows, then pulls out. I whimper at the loss. He laughs, voice rough. “Needy boy. Come here.”
I straighten and lean back against his chest, my thighs burning, muscles trembling. Wrapping his arm around my midsection, he helps me off the chair.
With one hand still fisted in the belt wrapped around my neck, he moves me a couple steps back from the chair, and shifts me aside.
Then… this sex god of a man just drags his eyes down my body, setting every inch of my skin on fire with his gaze. He steps close and wraps his free hand around my hard length.
“Look at you. Such a pretty boy,” he says, low and gravely. “That’s what you are, aren’t you?”
All I can do is nod.
“Pretty boy with a big, pretty dick and a pretty ass.”
“Spence,” I whine.
Chuckling, he finally sits in the chair, legs spread, cock shining. He pats his thighs. “Come take a ride.”
I groan, unashamed, and climb onto his lap, straddling his thighs. I sink down in one go, his cock sliding into me smooth and easy. Spence groans, hands gripping my thighs, then my waist.
I grab his head and press our foreheads together.
His jolts his head a little with panic.
I laugh, “Relax. I’m not going to kiss you. I know the rules.”
His body eases, eyes meeting mine.
“I just want to see your face while I ride this thick fucking dick.”
I roll my hips, riding him slow at first, then faster.
Spence’s jaw drops, awe and hunger written all over him. “Jesus, Ryan. The mouth on you. I really had no idea—”
“That I’m a cock hungry cum slut?” I shoot back, grinning. “C’mon Spence, stop holding back.”
He shakes his head, eyes dark. “You asked for it.”
“Mmhmm.”
He wraps his arms around my shoulders, thrusting up to meet every drop of my hips. Our foreheads press together, sweat mixing.
We stop to catch our breath and I run my hands through his hair. I’ve always wanted to play with his hair. “How about you take me over to that bed and really fuck me?” I gesture to the king bed. “This ass is yours, Perfect. Do whatever you want. Whenever you want. Wherever you want.”
A deep and hungry sound rumbles in his chest. Then he lifts me effortlessly, walking us over to the bed. He lays me on my back and slowly slides back inside me.
I try to crack a joke about his workouts paying off but can’t finish—Spence slams into me, stealing my breath. He doesn’t wait for me to recover, just starts pounding hard, single-minded, chasing both our highs.
The sound of his balls smacking my ass echoes, filthy and perfect. I can barely breathe, can barely think. My head is filled with static, my body a live wire as he chases me to the edge.
He grabs my hands and pins them above my head, fucking me faster, harder, until I’m screaming. “Grab my ankles and plow your load deep in my guts, Spence.”
Dragging me to the edge of the bed, Spence practically folds me in half, his grip bruising. I watch his face as he loses control, hips snapping, cock driving deep.
His face is focused, pupils blown wide, and my knees are nearly pinned behind my ears. It’s a little comical how folded I am. Actually…
“Ha! I’m folded like origami. I’m whorigami!”
Spence laughs mid-groan. “Goddammit, Ryan.”
Couldn’t be helped. I am me, after all. But then Spence adjusts his angle and his cock nails me right in the good spot.
All humor leaves my body when I gasp.
“That’s what I thought,” Spence bites out.
Fuck.
I reach around and grab his ass, loving the feel of the peachy globes flexing as he drills into me. I look into his eyes and beg, “Give me what I want, Spence.” That does it. Spence picks up the pace until we’re both practically screaming.
He grabs my chin as he’s pounding into me. “You want it?” he asks. All I can do is nod frantically. “I’m coming,” he shouts. “Loading up that slutty little hole.”
Spence leans back, wraps a hand around my cock and starts stroking. In no time, I’m spilling over, painting my abs in months of pent-up desire.
Spence’s thick as fuck cock is still pulsing, the heat of his cum filling me as he recovers from his release. He collapses, boneless and sweaty on top of me, belt still around my neck, both of us wrecked and used.
Spence rolls over and we both lay there a moment, catching our breath. After a minute or two, he gets up and wastes no time starting to get dressed. I watch, taking in his beautiful body, then a thought dawns on me.
“Wait… did you seriously wear a suit to a gang bang?” I ask through a laugh.
“Zip it, Ryan. I was desperate.”
I grin, knowing—with one-hundred percent certainty—that I was the cause of his desperation, and he shakes his head at me. I don’t know what happens after this. But I know I’m in trouble.
That was the best fuck of my life, and if Spencer Stark thinks he’s getting away with not giving me that dick on the regular, he’s got another thing coming.