Spencer
twelve
“In here, Texas.” I was sitting on the daybed in our spare bedroom, strumming my guitar and writing music. Midnight was curled up, pressed in close to me, fast asleep. She hadn’t left my side since we got her, sleeping at my feet every night.
Bray let her stay in our bed. He fed her whenever he was home and cleaned her litter tray often. Yet, she still hated him and hissed or scratched him daily.
He stood at the doorway and smiled, and my heart skipped a beat. He looked good enough to eat, standing there all warm and snuggly in his compression leggings, shorts, and oversized hoodie.
He was riding a high, absolutely beaming. He'd obviously had a good practice. Bray marched over, moved my guitar, leaned his hands against the back of the daybed, and kissed me, stealing my breath.
When he finally pulled back, I moaned. He leaned in again, gifting me with another kiss, then snaked his hand into my loose lounge pants. I hadn’t bothered with underwear today. I wasn’t going anywhere—not when there were people outside and I could stay in with Midnight and Bray.
He gripped my awakening cock and started jacking me. I spread my legs and jostled Midnight. Unimpressed, she meowed and darted out the room.
“Lucky son of a.... If I had my dick out, she’d swat it with her claws out,” he remarked, and I barked out a laugh.
“G'day, gorgeous,” I rasped. “You're in a good mood.”
“Mmm, I am. We're taking supper to Keeley's tonight after the game.” He fell to his knees, yanked my pants down, and nuzzled my balls. The smooth skin of his cheeks sent a shiver through me, and the slide of his tongue as he licked me lit me up like a firework.
I moaned again, and he licked up my length before sucking on my cockhead.
He was like a Hoover, the suction so strong that he nearly dragged my orgasm from my balls with just one pull.
Every nerve ending in my body fired, multiplying the effect of his talented tongue.
Precum dripped from my cock like a leaking faucet.
I choked out a cry when he pulled off with a pop. When he looked back up at me, his eyes were glazed and lips already swollen. “I had a chance today, and I took it.”
I moaned once more and, taking the base of my cock in hand, painted my precum over his lips. “Tell me everything,” I ordered, needing to live vicariously through him.
“She’s so fucking gorgeous and came apart so beautifully on my dick. Every inch of her is fucking amazing. Soft curves and smooth brown skin. She’s so skittish, though. She freaked out afterward.”
“What happened?” I asked, my cock temporarily forgotten.
“Among other things, she was worried I’d cheated on you with her.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but Bray continued before I had a chance. “Don’t worry, I explained what we’d agreed.”
“And?”
“And I suggested we go there tonight to talk to her. I don’t know if anything will happen—”
“Nothing’s ever guaranteed.” I agreed.
“But we can live in hope.”
Because yeah, I could hope. If nothing else, I just wanted to see her again.
“So she knows for sure we both want her?” I asked, just as Bray took my flagging cock in hand and stroked me, then licked my cockhead.
“Yeah.” He sucked me down again, going deeper with every pass.
He swiped his tongue over my glans every time he pulled up and ran it along my length as he bobbed forward.
I pumped my hips, dipping my cock into the tight clasp of his throat when his nose brushed my pubes.
He kept going until my legs shook and my balls drew up.
“Fuck, Texas,” I grunted. “Gonna come.”
He pulled off. His eyes were closed, and I jacked off, pointing my cock at his cheek.
My balls tingled, and waves of sensation rushed over me, starting at the base of my spine and radiating out.
I unleashed, coating his cheek, lips, and chin with cum every time I stroked my cock.
Seeing my stamp of ownership on him, marking him as mine, was an aphrodisiac, and it renewed the pulse of ecstasy washing through me.
I was breathless, my heart fluttering as I rode the post-orgasm high. I tugged Bray up and licked my cum off his face, feeding it to him with every kiss. He hummed and dipped his tongue into my mouth, carding my hair through his hands as he climbed onto my lap and pressed our torsos together.
I reached for his leggings, but he stopped me. “I want to save it.”
I nodded and leaned in to lick a line up his cheek, cleaning the last of my cum off him. I kissed him again, our tongues tangling and my cum sliding off my tongue onto his. When I pulled back, he slipped a pair of silk-and-lace panties out of his hoodie pocket and hooked them on his finger.
“A gift for you. Keeley had my cum running down her thighs when she went to the bathroom to clean up after we hooked up.”
“Fuck me,” I growled, then yanked him closer so I could take his mouth again. When we finally broke apart, I gasped for breath but didn’t let him go far. With our foreheads pressed together, I murmured, “I really want her, cowboy. I can’t tell you how much.”
“Me too.”
“Do we have a chance?” I asked. “We’re a lot.”
“Y’all, I think she’s the perfect person to handle us.
” He shrugged, like it was no big deal, but I knew Bray better than that.
He’d fallen head over tit for her. “She said it can’t happen again.
She’s worried about her job as well as us.
Maybe if we can talk it out, she might feel more comfortable with us? I don’t know.”
An ember of hope burned in me. Would it burn or flicker out? Only time would tell. Tonight couldn't come soon enough.