I bit my bottom lip as I watched him undress down to his boxers. Spencer was a perfect specimen. Every muscle was perfectly chiseled. It didn't seem possible.
And there was no hiding how big he was.
I crawled across the mattress and got up on my knees. I reached into the hole of his white boxers and pulled out his massive length. He was bigger than I ever could imagine. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and stroked from the head down to the base.
Spencer knocked his head back and moaned. His hips jutted forward. I opened as I filled my mouth with his pulsing member.
He grit his teeth as I forced him deeper and deeper down my throat. I stroked him hard as my head bobbed up and down. Spencer's hands found the sides of my head and he guided his cock past my lips, fucking my mouth slow and steady.
Suddenly, Spencer pulled out just as it was getting good. I knew he was close and he didn't want finish yet. I wiped the saliva from the corners of my mouth and fell back on the bed.
Spencer flipped me over until I was on my stomach. My body swelled as he slapped my ass cheek.
I was so ready for him. Spencer mounted me, his gigantic cock hovering inches from my tight opening. He kissed the back of my neck as he forced his way inside me. I bit down on the bed sheets at the sudden injection of ecstasy.
Spencer stretched me, filling me completely. Every thrust of his hips made me gasp. The pleasure built higher and higher. Our bodies joined one another. Spencer grabbed a fistful of my hair and tugged causing me to orgasm immediately.
A deafening moan escaped my lips. My body flailed around on the mattress as Spencer continued to fuck me harder and harder. My orgasm faded and Spencer pulled out. I had wondered if he had finished inside me as I came but he wasn't even close to done yet.
Spencer lay down next to me and motioned for me to get on top. My legs were weak and my head cloudy as I straddled him. His strong hands felt up my defined abs and chest. My ass rubbed against his hard manliness.
I guided him inside me and slowly rocked my ass up and down. Spencer closed his eyes and put his hands behind his head as he enjoyed the ride. I used Spencer's stone chest to support me as I fucked him.
I controlled his pleasure. Every time I slowed down for just a second Spencer immediately clawed at me, his hands grabbing my waist and forcing me down on him harder. I wasn't going to be able to last much longer.
Spencer looked like he wasn't going to last much longer either. His moaning intensified and his hips met mine, thrusting further into me.
I held off my orgasm as long as I physically could. But the dam broke.
A flood of wetness filled me inside. Spencer yelled my name at the top of his lungs as he came inside me. I couldn't hold myself up any longer as I came, collapsing on top of Spencer.
It felt good. Way too fucking good. I'd never felt this close with someone during sex. It wasn't just all physical. It was emotional too.
As the waves of pleasure receded, I lifted myself off him and disintegrated next to him. Spencer held me in his arms and stroked my hair.
My mind was so tired. I wanted to tell him how fucking good it was. How that was the best sex I ever had. If I could, I would go all night.
But my body couldn't handle anymore no matter how much I needed it. It was way past my normal bedtime and I could barely keep my eyes open. My head rested on his chest and his heartbeat was so soothing.
It didn't take long to fall asleep.
Chapter Thirteen
Spencer
Tonight was a lot of firsts for me.
First time I brought a guy back to my place.
First time I hadn't immediately drained a man after sex.
And most importantly, it was the first time I ever felt intimate with someone before.
I'd been with a lot of men before and none of them compared to Henry. It wasn't just the fact that I didn't feel the hunger with him. It was the way he made me feel like a human being again.
I had gone on for so many years thinking that I was less than human. A literal monster. That I wasn't meant for this world anymore. The thought of suicide was a daily thing. It was the only way to end the eternal struggle.
But after Henry, I couldn't imagine ever leaving this world.
I stayed up all night and watched Henry sleep. He didn't need to know yet that I could only sleep in the day time. He barely moved nor made a sound. He was completely at peace. As the hours passed and the sun began to creep up through the blinds, I wanted that moment to never end. If I ever had one wish, it would be that I could spend the rest of eternity holding her in my arms and never letting go.
Henry stirred as the sunlight hit his face. His eyes fluttered open and the biggest smile appeared across his face.
“How did you sleep?” he asked, stretching his arms above his head.
“Like a baby,” I replied. I sat up in bed. “Would you like some breakfast?”
“You actually have stuff to make breakfast here?”
I playfully shoved him. “Just because I don't have much furniture doesn't mean I don't eat.”
“What are we eating then?”
“Pancakes sound good?” I got up and put on my pair of boxers from last night. The thought of Henry sucking my cock crossed my mind. If only I could last all day, I'd have him go down on me for hours.
“I'll eat whatever you make as long I get to watch you cook because I don't believe it's possible.”
“Well then prepare to be amazed. This guy has a few tricks up his sleeve.”
Henry joined me in the kitchen as I had just finished mixing the pancake batter. He was only wearing my boxers from last night and they didn't leave much to the imagination.
“You going to do some cooking or just stare at my dick all day?”
“If I have a choice I might just choose to stare because the view is amazing.”
“You don't have a choice because last night made me extremely hungry.”
“I know what you mean.” I poured the batter onto the hot pan and paid close attention to make sure I didn't burn them.
I placed the cooked ones on a plate and handed it to Henry while I cooked mine.
“Do you have any syrup?” he asked.
“Check the bottom shelf in the door of the fridge.”
Henry walked around the counter and opened the fridge. He bent over and gave me a quick peek of his nice ass until he stood up with the maple syrup. I had to press my hips against the counter to keep how hard I was hidden.
I listened to Henry savor his first bite and it reminded me of him coming. This guy was very easy to please and I liked that.
“These are damn good pancakes. I had my doubts, Spencer, but I have to give props to the chef.”
I joined him at the kitchen island with my own stack of pancakes. “I'm glad my skills impressed you.”
“You keep cooking like that and I might not ever leave.”
“I'd definitely like to do last night and this morning over and over again.” I slipped him a charming wink.
Henry kicked my ankle with his foot. “I would too but I have some housework to do today.”
That seemed like a bullshit excuse to me. I was ready to give up all my plans to spend the day with him. I'd give up everything to spend the rest of my life with him. It also helped that I didn't have to worry about my hunger around him.
“Must be some pretty important housework to throw away the promise of future pancakes.”
Henry's face turned serious. “It's my parents' house. I've been trying to renovate it and make it look like a real home.”
“I wouldn't have thought you were so handy around the house. Must be nice to work on a project with your parents.”
“Actually they passed away. They left me this broken down shell of a house and I want to restore it to what they would've done to it.”
My heart sank. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be insensitive.”
“No I'm sorry, I probably should've told you sooner. But we were havi
ng such a nice night and I didn't really want to think about it.”
“Hey, I totally understand. Do you need some help?” I flexed my arms. “You might need another strong man around.”
Henry had a mouthful of pancakes and almost spit them out from laughter. “As much as I want to watch you make a fool out of yourself, this is something I kind of wanted to do on my own. To remember my parents.”
I put my hands up in surrender. “Say no more.”
I cleaned our dishes while Henry went back into the bedroom to change. I tried to find a reason to make him stay but nothing came to mind.
Henry came out fully dressed in his clothes from the club. He looked good enough to eat. I stopped him in his tracks and gathered him in my arms. I felt his knees weaken as we kissed.
“It's going to take a lot of willpower to let you leave here when you look this good.”
Henry laughed. “You're just going to have to survive without me.”
My missing hunger returned to my mind. If Henry left, it wouldn't be long before it returned. I'd never gone for so long without blood before. I didn't know how my body would react.
I could keep Henry here as my prisoner. That kind of thinking scared me. What would I be willing to do to keep the hunger at bay? He needed to leave before I did something I would regret.
“Want me to take you home?” I asked.
“Thank you but I already called a cab.”
For some reason this felt like the last time I was going to see him. I walked him over to the elevator holding his hand.
Henry took a pen out of his pocket and bit the cap off. He grabbed my hand and wrote his phone number down.
“Will you call me later?” he asked, pressing the down button.
“Nothing will stop me,” I replied.
The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Henry kissed me on the cheek and stepped into the elevator. I felt so helpless, standing there and looking deep into his eyes. I want to memorize every bit of his face in case this truly was the last time.
The doors closed and I was all alone again.
Chapter Fourteen
Henry
I walked into my parents' empty home feeling happier than I'd felt in a long time. Spencer wasn't like any other guys I'd ever been with before. He made me feel like I was apart of him. It sounded weird in my head but it was true.
I threw my belongings on the ground and lay down on the wood floor, staring up at he ceiling. I couldn't help but giggle to myself. There were holes up there that I hadn't noticed before. I really did have my work cut out for me.
Nothing could take away my good mood. The sex last night was mind blowing and I couldn't stop replaying it over and over again.
The temptation to stay with him all day long was strong and I was proud of myself that I didn't succumb to my carnal desires. I didn't want to risk what could be a promising relationship.
My phone rang on the ground next to my head. I picked it up and saw Fiona's name on the screen. “Hey there,” I said.
“You better tell me every little detail. Don't leave even a little bit out, Henry.”
“I never kiss and tell, Fiona,” I replied.
“I'm hanging up right now and coming right over.”
I sat up. I definitely didn't want her coming over here. “Okay, I'll spill the beans.”
Fiona had already hung up.
“Son of a bitch,” I said out loud. The house looked like a hurricane had swept through. Even worse was my smell. I desperately needed a shower.
Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang. I cursed and tied my towel tighter around my body as I descended the stairs.
I took in a deep breath and opened the door. Fiona stood there wearing blue jeans with a white t-shirt tucked in. “How did you even find out where my parent's house was?” I asked.
Fiona brushed right by me and took a look around. “Come on, Henry. You know me. Information like that is easy for me.”
I should've known. Fiona's connections ran deep.
“Big place. Could use some work but nice,” she said, wiping off a layer of dust from an end table.
I closed the front door. “My parents left me a lot of work.”
“You know you could always hire a contractor to finish the house.”
“Yeah with what money? Plus I sort of have this obsession with finishing it myself.”
“Your funeral.” Fiona walked down the hallway and into the kitchen. She took a seat at the only chair. “Now do I need to force the details out of you or are you going to confess your sins?
I went to the fridge and checked if there was anything to drink. Nope, completely empty. “Do you want some water.” I wasn't a very good host.
Fiona shook her head. “Come on. Cough up the details.”
I took a glass from the cupboard and filled it from the faucet. “There's not much to tell to be honest.”
She crossed her legs. “You really know how to fling the bullshit, don't ya? I can tell by the way you're dressed that you must've had a long night. It's almost noon and you've only taken a shower.”
I looked down at the towel that barely covered me. Fiona knew me too well.
“Okay I give up.” I set the glass down and smiled. “It was an unbelievable night.”
Fiona slapped her thigh. “I knew it!”
“The man lives in loft apartment with the best view of the city.”
“So this guy must be loaded then. I'm betting he's a CEO of some Fortune 500.”
“Actually he doesn't work anymore. He said he made some good investments and he's semi-retired.”
“Who cares how he got rich. The only thing that matters is that he's got money.”
“You know money isn't everything, Fiona.”
“Yeah in a close second comes sex.” Fiona flicked her tongue out at me. “Tell me the dirty details. I want to know all about it.”
“You're disgusting, Fiona. Is your mind ever out of the gutter?”
Fiona scoffed. “No never. Now spill it.”
I couldn't win with her. “I'll just say that it was damn good. Like best I ever had.”
Fiona leaned in, her eyes big. “Are you going to see him again?”
I couldn't help but smile. “I hope so.”
“Well consider myself super jealous. I don't know if I've ever encountered a man like that before.”
“I don't think I have either until now.”
Fiona shook her index finger at me. “Don't screw it up. Trust me, the rest of the men out there are bottom of the dumpster material.”
I cocked my head to the side. “You know clubs might not be the best place to pick up guys.”
“You think I haven't tried other avenues?” Fiona began to count on her fingers. “Dating apps, blind dates, and even Craigslist.”
“Craigslist? I didn't even know you could find guys on there.”
Fiona held her head in her hands. “Big mistake. Just take it from me.”
I let out a laugh and Fiona joined in. We laughed so hard tears streamed down my cheeks.
Fiona blew her nose on her sleeve.“So enough talk about men. How's the house repairs coming along?”
“Slow is a word you could use to describe it.”
“Do you need help?” Fiona asked.
I bit down on my bottom lip to hold back the laughter. “You...doing housework?” I couldn't hold back and doubled over laughing. Fiona getting all dirty and grimy was an amusing thought
Fiona grinned. “I don't know what possessed me to ask that. I know you have a lot of work so I'll let you get to it.”
I followed her to the front door and we hugged. “Thanks for coming over, Fiona. It was nice to share the good news with someone else.”
“I was thinking of going to club tomorrow night. Wanna join me?”
I tried to think of an excuse to let her down gently. “I'm not sure.”
Fiona picked up on it instantly. “Say no more. You want to keep your plans open in case Mr. Right
calls.”
I gave her another hug and opened the door. “You're the best.”
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