I rested my palm against the buckle of his belt, “It’s already too late, Spencer, things could never go back.” I didn’t take my eyes off his as I let my palm fall lower, rubbing his cock through the thin material.
He twitched under my hand, “Fuck,” he hissed, and the sound of him cursing, losing control of his usual tight hold, was so damn hot I couldn’t help but squirm. “No going back,” he stated, maybe for me, maybe for himself, as he leaned down and scooped me up, carrying me toward the bedroom.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
SPENCER
I never pictured my night ending like this; with my body nearly crushing hers as her legs squeezed my hips like a vise, bringing my cock to her heat. But, now that I was here, her skin under my fingers, her wet lips tangling with mine, there was no way I could turn back. I wanted this. I’d wanted this since the moment I spilled my coffee on her at Jolts. If there was ever a person in this world who was meant to be mine, it was her. It had always been her.
I pulled my body away from her, trying to clear my head a little. “This isn’t something we planned, I know that, but . . .” The way her eyes were set so intently on me, her chest heaving, I couldn’t help the stutter as I tried to find my voice, “if we go any further Mari, I’m not sure I will have enough control to stop myself.”
Her legs tightened around my hips, the little bit of will I had fleeting as she bucked her hips up and moved against me. I sucked in a breath, fighting to let air into my lungs. “I don’t want control. I just want you.”
Her hands moved between us, tugging at my shirt and I looked up, fighting with myself because sometimes being a good man and doing the right thing is so much harder than being free. “If we do this, we can’t go back. Things will never be like they were before.”
Her fingers wrapped around my belt buckle and I fought to hold still. “It’s already too late, Spencer, things could never go back,” she said, taking her palm and running it over my cock, causing me to twitch.
“Fuck.” The word slipped out as my control dissipated. “No going back,” I stated, and I hoped she knew what that meant. I hoped she knew that from this point, I wanted it all from her. Her taste. Her smell. Her body. Her skin wrapped around my bare cock. Everything, because I was no longer asking permission or letting the possibility of regrets seep in. I was taking all that I’d wanted, all I would ever need, and I was taking it all now.
I lifted her off the couch, sealing my lips to her as I carried her down the hall. Her skin warmed under my touch. Her body was quivering, and everything inside of me burned to set her on fire, make her scream, claim her as my own.
Her body slid from my grasp, a slow descent that scrapped every inch of her core against me as she slowly lowered her feet to the floor. The moment she was standing on her own, I reached for the hem of her shirt and tugged it over her head, exposing her lacy bra. The darkened color of her nipples was barely visible through the lace, and her gorgeous breasts that were spilling over the cup made my mouth water. My cock pulsed at the sight and I savored the image, storing it away for later.
She shyly looked at me through her lashes, which was a first for her – being shy, before she hooked her thumbs into her pajama shorts and pushed them down. She kicked the shorts to the side, my eyes following the movement before slowly bringing my gaze up her body, drinking her in.
My heart skipped a beat, then another. My throat went dry, and I struggled to push words, sounds, anything out of my mouth. “You're gorgeous.” It came out more of a whisper, but I knew she felt the truth I’d spoken.
Her palms flattened on my chest, and she reached up on her toes to kiss me again, stroking her tongue into my mouth in a slow seductive dance as her fingers worked the button of my shirt. Her knuckles grazed my bare skin with each button she fumbled with, and even with just the lightest of touches, she was already undoing me. When the final button was released, she trailed her hands slowly up my abdomen, scraping my skin with her nails, releasing goosebumps over the surface of my body. I jolted, pulling away from her as she reached my shoulder and pushed the shirt and my bowtie to the ground.
“Let me do the touching,” I demanded, giving my body some space from hers, knowing that I was so turned on that just the slight touch could cause a showstopper.
I moved her bra strap down, following the movement with my tongue, marveling in the quickening of her breath as I got closer to her breast. Reaching behind her, I pinched the clasp with one hand, releasing her bra, then tossed it with the rest of her clothing.
My tongue found her nipple, her hands found my hair. I pulled back, gathering her small wrists within my hand, and used my other hand to grab my bowtie from the ground. I wrapped the silk around her wrists, not breaking eye contact, not losing control. “I said, I’ll do the touching.”
She nodded her head, her auburn locks falling forward over her shoulders. I trailed my fingers from her shoulders to her wrist, letting them dance lightly against her skin while I pushed her bound hands over her head, leaning them against the bedpost. I then trailed my fingertips back down, enjoying the shiver my touch was causing on her body. “Keep them there.”
It was a demand, and the fire in her eyes told me she was contemplating resisting it. “So, you’re even bossy in the bedroom.” Her voice sounded breathless, and I could only hope she was struggling to rein in her control as much as I was. But, I was slipping. Hell, I’d never fully had control from the moment I saw her.
I rolled her nipple between my fingers. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Don’t you dare,” she hissed, her voice sounding strangled.
So, I didn’t stop. I didn’t stop when her body quaked as my tongue circled her nipples then took them into my mouth. I didn’t stop when I trailed kisses down her stomach and over the soft curve of her hip. And, I most certainly didn’t stop when my lips found the sweet spot on her upper thighs that caused her body to buck towards me with just the tiniest of nibbles.
When I finally made it to her panties, I was close to death, on edge, fighting for a strand of restraint and an ounce of power. She smelled so damn sweet, and the way she responded to me, already whimpering and moaning before I even had them off of her, well, it had me weak. It had my control teetering, my strength waning, my whole damn body wound up.
I bit the scrap of lace at her hip, and tugged on it with my teeth, nibbling on her skin underneath, before hooking it with my thumb and slowly bringing it down her legs. I then tossed it out of the way when I reached her feet. Kissing my way up her leg, I nipped the sensitive skin by her knee and her thigh. “Wait,” she gasped. Her voice was trembling, her body was trembling, I was trembling. “I’ve never had . . .”
She didn’t even finish her statement. The moment my tongue flicked out, finding its way into her folds, she threw her head back, panting. Using my shoulders, I nudged her legs wider, my hands on the back of her thigh to hold her stance while my tongue slowly dragged through her center.
Her head thrashed.
Her legs shook.
Her moans filled the room.
Watching her in the midst of pleasure, handing me all her control, all her trust, the very essence of who she was, had me so fucking hard, I could hardly concentrate. I loved the way she sounded. I loved her taste, the way her body felt so soft under my palms. I just . . . I just loved her.
In this moment, I loved her.
Everything about her.
Every curve, every dimple, everything she seemed to hate called to me to love just a bit more.
Spreading her legs a little further, I freed one of my hands from her thigh and ran it over her seam, loving how her body reacted to my touch. She was so damn wet for me that I met no resistance when I slid a finger inside. Then two. When I crooked my fingers, slowly drawing them in and out, she screamed and held onto the bed frame like it was the only thing keeping her standing, and maybe it was, but it wasn’t enough, I wanted her to give it all to me. To give me every ounce of her pleasure, of her
trust, of her.
I pumped my fingers harder, savoring the feeling of her walls pulsing around me, memorizing the sounds of her moans that surrounded us, knowing she was close. I shifted my fingers forward, rubbing them firmly against her front wall as my tongue continued working her clit. She gasped, my name ringing in my ears as her walls tightened around my fingers, pulling me deeper into her.
I never wanted to stop. I didn’t stop until her bound hands came down, her fingers buried in my hair and pulled. I gave her one last kiss before looking up at her, her pale skin pink with pleasure. Satisfaction coursed through me, and I savored the feeling of knowing it was me pleasuring her.
I kissed my way up her body, running my hands slowly up the underside of her arms and held them above her head. “I never tasted anything so sweet,” I whispered seconds before I kissed her, intertwining our tongues together, sharing the intoxicating sweetness that still coated my tongue.
I pulled the end of my bow tie loose, releasing her hands from their bounds, before taking her fingers in mine and bringing them down to my body, because I had to feel her. I needed her fingers trailing my skin, running her nails down my back, biting into my shoulders. I hooked her leg around my hip before bringing my hands to her sides, yanking her closer, rubbing my hard cock against her sensitive flesh.
Her hands found my slacks, undoing the button and pushing them down, taking my boxers with them. I stepped out of them, then she gripped my ass, pulling my body closer. I ground my hips against her, nearly losing it when she tossed her head back and moaned.
She was perfect, so completely perfect that for a second, I had a fleeting thought that I didn’t deserve this, I didn’t deserve her, but then her fingers wrapped around my shaft, moving from base to tip and back again, and I lost my mind. I lost my thoughts. I lost myself in the feel of her.
She squeezed, and my breath caught. It was a struggle to keep my eyes open when I could hardly concentrate on breathing. My head fell back as a moan escaped, loving the way her fingers gripped tightly at my base and squeezed before gently running a finger along my dripping slit. She spread it around the head of my cock, moving it in circles around the sensitive skin of my piercing.
I leaned my forearm on the bedpost, trying to support my weight, trying to keep control as she worked me to the brink of ecstasy and back again. She repeatedly pushed me to my breaking point then denied me my release. My breath was heavy when I finally reached my hand down and grabbed her wrist, halting her movements.
Leaning my forehead against hers, the sound of both our heavy breathing filling the room, I looked into her eyes. The want, the undeniable desire that reflected back at me had me floored. At this moment, I craved her more than a stranded man in a desert craved water, but she craved me too. She, the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, with the softest hair and curves that made my mouth water, wanted me. Damaged, broken, lonely. Was it even possible to be this lucky?
My palms traveled down, grasping the back of her thighs and lifting her, taking two steps to the side before laying her on the bed. My body covered hers in seconds, my palms squeezing her breasts, my mouth sucking and licking on her nipples. Her naked body squirmed underneath me, her bare skin rubbing against mine, the friction almost unbearable.
She spread her legs, nestling my body between them, squeezing my hips as she bucked up off the bed, forcing my cock to rub against her clit. She whimpered, and she clawed, her nails scraping the skin at my back.
My fingers found her hair, threading into them as I pulled her head back, angling it so I could look her in the eyes. “Only you,” I whispered as I aligned myself at her entrance. “From the moment I saw you, it’s always been you.”
I pushed inside her slowly, dragging the metal of my barbell against her walls, trying to breathe through the overwhelming sensation of being wrapped in her warmth. She was tight, so damn snug around me that I struggled to hang on. I moved forward an inch at a time, loving the sighs she made, and when I couldn’t move forward anymore, I pulled back slowly, trying to let her adjust to my size.
I leaned down and kissed her lips, tangling our tongues together, and leisurely working her body with mine as I found her hands and intertwined our fingers. Our kisses slowly becoming more frantic, a mess of lips, teeth, and tongue, clashing together with such urgency that the whole world was forgotten and all that existed was this, her body, my body, our skin becoming one.
Her movements became more urgent, her breathing heavier, and by the way she squeezed and released around me, I knew she was close. I pulled my body away from hers, bringing myself to my knees before wrapping my arm underneath her shoulders and bringing her up with me. My hips bucked underneath her, using my hands on her hip to help bring her down hard as she rode me.
Each time our bodies met, the look in her eyes became just a bit wilder; she became more frenzied, and it only spurred me on, encouraging me to give it to her harder, rougher. I wanted to give her more of everything. I reached my palm up, bracing it against the wall, trying to keep myself steady but knowing it was only a matter of time before I lost it. I was already losing it.
Her body tilted backward, her breathing became heavy, and I could feel her tightening. Her hands went above her head, bracing herself against the wall as her back arched and her channel squeezed around me. She inhaled, my name a whisper, then a scream, then she gripped my cock so hard that another three pumps of my hips had me there with her, spilling myself inside her, grinding myself against her body.
The hold she had on my cock slowly released and my pulsing ebbed, and all that was left was the sound of our mingled breaths and heavy heartbeats. I slowly lowered her body to the bed, then let my head fall to her shoulder as I fought to right myself.
Her hand came up, running through my hair while pinning my head in place. I closed my eyes, savoring the feel of her gentle touch, loving the contentment that flowed through me. My mind was a jumble of mixed emotions, completely confused about where to go from here, how to broach the subject, what needed to be said. Her hand stilled its movements, her breathing evened out as she let sleep claim her. Wrapping my arm around her, I breathed deeply, trying to calm myself before letting my eyes close again and joining her.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Mari
The clock said 2:23 am when I opened my eyes. I could feel Spencer’s warm body behind mine, all hard muscles and tan skin, and I willed myself not to freak out. That just happened; I just got fucked, like out of this world, eyes rolling back in my head, fucked by Spencer. Local idol, out of my league hot, Spencer.
I struggled to breathe, afraid to move for fear that this was a dream and it would all vanish. But, if it was a dream, it was probably best to be done with it sooner rather than later, right? Like ripping a band-aid off, the faster, the better.
“You’re over thinking it.” His arm came around me from behind, locking around my stomach. My stomach that was nowhere near as muscled and toned as the women I was sure he was used to being with. My hand grasped the sheet that had somehow found its way over our bodies, and pulled upward, shielding myself.
His hand tugged the sheet down again, exposing my flesh to the chilled air. I shivered as I said, “I’m not.”
“You are.” His palm leisurely stroked my skin. “I have to go soon, I can’t leave Victoria alone all night. As it is it’s already been more than a few hours.”
“I know,” I sighed as his fingers traveled upward, stroking the space between my breasts. I tried not to let his fingers distract me, knowing we needed to talk. “About last night . . .”
I started, but his fingers found my nipples and pulled and I lost all thought. “What about it?” he whispered into my ear, seconds before the sharp sting of his teeth sunk into my shoulder.
“We hadn’t talked about sex before, protection, all that, I’m not on the pill.” I was stuttering and stumbling over my words, embarrassed that I brought it up now, obviously moments too late.
“I didn’t think y
ou were.” His hand traveled downward, finding my clit and slowly began to circle it. A shutter racked my body at the contact, loving the way he touched me. His lips moved closer to my ear before he whispered so softly, I almost missed it. “I was hoping you weren’t.”
I tried to keep my breathing even as I asked, “What does that even mean?”
His hand gripped my inner thigh and threw my leg over his hip, before jutting his body forward to tease inside my folds with the smooth cold metal jewelry he was wearing. The air hissed through my teeth. “I could never be more appreciative of a lost bet.”
“You like it?” he asked, and I imagined if I were looking at him, I would see a smug smile crossing his lips.
“You know I do,” I admitted.
“Good,” he stated, as he pinned my hips in place and slid into me, his movement slow and calculated. The metal ball dragging against my front wall, causing instant sparks of pleasure. His movement was slow, leisurely like he had all the time in the world to make me come when he usually mapped out his days to the minute.
His hands traveled over my body, pulling, pinching, rubbing, and I was lost. Lost in this moment, lost in this feeling, lost in him. Everything about him owned me. Despite trying to protect myself, trying to keep it platonic, trying my hardest to not fall for him . . . I fell.
His teeth bit into my shoulder, the spark of pain smoothed by the gentle kisses that followed. “Why had we waited so long for this?” I muttered.
“Because I have the patience of a saint,” he whispered against my neck between kisses, his lips touching my skin gently, his tongue following.
His palm traveled down, strumming my clit with his fingers as he held the lower half of my body in place, picking up the speed of his hips, pounding his cock faster into me. My breath left me. I gasped for air as his pace picked up. My back arched and still, he held my body to him, working it like he owned it, and maybe he did. Maybe he had this whole time, and I was too blind, too much in denial to even realize that I belonged to him.
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