Mr Spencer

by Swan, T L

  I stare up at him and my heart swells. Even as aroused as he is, he’s thinking of me, conscious of not hurting me.

  “I trust you.” My breaths quiver as I stare up at him. He positions himself at my entrance and smiles down at me.

  I giggle at the pure mischief on his face. “That is the look of the Devil if ever I saw it.”

  He smirks coyly, and then he pushes forward and pins me to the mattress as hard as he can.

  I cling to him, my face twisting in pain.

  “Ooh…” I whimper.

  His eyes find mine and I see confusion staring back at me. That’s when I know… he knows.

  Suddenly I’m panicked, and this is too much… too intense.

  “Spence,” I whisper.

  “It’s okay, angel.” He slowly pulls out. “Kiss me,” he breathes before he pushes himself back in.

  We kiss, tenderly and loving at first, as he slowly eases himself in and out. His breaths are ragged, and he jerks and shudders. His face is twisted up, like he’s the one in pain.

  “W-what’s wrong?” I stammer, holding his face.

  “Fuck.” He groans. “Angel, you feel too good. I can hardly hold it.”

  What?

  He closes his eyes, and I feel like he is trying to block me out while he gets into a rhythm; in, out… in… out.

  It burns like fire.

  He goes deeper and circles his arse, trying again to stretch me open. I get my first taste of pleasure and I can’t help but smile up at him.

  His eyes open and see me. “You like that?”

  I nod.

  He does it again, and my smile grows.

  “God, I do like that,” I rasp.

  “What about when I do this?” He moves forward with force, almost winding me.

  I frown, but not because I’m in pain, and Spencer circles again forcing me to smile.

  He grabs my ankle and wraps my leg around his hip, and then he begins some kind of heavenly circular rhythm, while I feel like I’m going out of my damn mind.

  His lips descend on mine, his hands finding their way underneath my behind as he lifts my body onto his so his dick is deep inside me… stretching me in ways that feel impossible.

  Something deep inside begins to build, and I grip his shoulders to get closer to him. “Spence?”

  “I know, angel. So fucking good.”

  Our bodies begin to slap together, and I suddenly lurch forward, overcome with a feeling. I shudder and moan deeply, feeling a release from deep within me.

  “Oh… fuck.” He groans, and he begins to hit me hard.

  Slap, slap, slap goes our skin.

  His eyes roll back and then he holds himself still, deep within me, unable to stop the sound of ecstasy leaving his lips.

  I smile and cling to him. Did he just…?

  He drops his head to my shoulder, and the two of us lay there panting. I can feel his heart beating hard against mine.

  “You didn’t tell me you were in the Guinness Book of Records, too.” He pants.

  “What for?” I frown.

  “The most perfect sex of all time.”

  He kisses me and holds me close, making me feel overcome with emotion.

  He holds me tight as we pant and our hearts beat hard.

  This feels special and intimate and I smile broadly as a silly thought crosses my mind.

  “And just like that, Dolce fucked Gabbana.”

  Spencer bursts out laughing and rolls off me, falling beside me as his deep belly laugh breaks the tension.

  I smirk and lean on my elbow, resting my cheek in the palm of my hand. “What?”

  “I think it’s Gabbana who fucked Dolce.”

  I giggle; his joy is infectious. “Yeah, well, shut up or I’ll do it again.”

  * * *

  I wake to the feeling of his warmth behind me, and I smile sleepily, relieved to know he’s still here.

  Spencer…

  He didn’t want to leave me last night. He wanted to sleep beside me.

  I roll over to face him, and he rolls onto his back, still fast asleep.

  My eyes roam over his muscular arms and broad chest, slipping lower to his chiselled stomach, and then a ‘V’ of muscles that run from his stomach to his groin.

  He has short, well-kept pubic hair, and his dick is semi-hard resting up against his stomach. His legs are spread wide and even his quad muscles are large and powerful.

  He’s so beautiful.

  His plump lips part and his eyes flutter open.

  “Hmm.” He inhales deeply and reaches for me, pulling me across his chest.

  “Good morning, my angel.” He kisses my temple and holds me close.

  “Good morning.” I smile goofily, dropping a chaste kiss to his chest.

  Now, that’s a good way to wake up.

  He runs his fingers through my hair. “How did my girl sleep?” He kisses my forehead again.

  “Great, thanks.”

  I can feel his erection growing harder by the second.

  “Is that thing hard in your sleep?”

  “Men’s testosterone is replenished while they sleep, that’s why they wake up with an erection. Testosterone is at its highest in the morning.”

  “Good to know.”

  “I need the bathroom,” he says. When he gets up the blanket falls off of me. Feeling self-conscious, I quickly pull it back to cover myself. He frowns when he notices, but he doesn’t say anything. He simply disappears into the bathroom and returns with my robe.

  “Here you go, baby.” He passes it to me with a soft kiss to the lips.

  “Thank you.” I smile, my heart swelling. Thoughtful.

  Spencer disappears back into the bathroom.

  I quickly jump up and throw the robe on. “Would you like some water?” I ask.

  “Please!” he calls out.

  I walk out and down the stairs to go into the bathroom down there. I don’t want him to hear me on the toilet. This is all so foreign to me. I have so much to get used to.

  I wash my hands and smile goofily at my reflection in the mirror.

  “Oh my God,” I mouth to the messy just fucked blonde in the reflection.

  “I know,” she mouths back.

  I run my hands through my hair and wash my face before I head back upstairs.

  When I get there, I find Spencer in the shower, and my heart sinks.

  Is he leaving?

  “Charlotte, come here, angel,” he calls to me.

  I twist my fingers together nervously and walk in to find him soaping up his groin. “Are you getting in with me?” he asks.

  “Oh… erm.” Shit.

  He smiles warmly. “I’ve already seen you naked. Just get in with me so I can wash you.” He turns his back so I’m less self-conscious.

  I smile, feeling stupid, and I slowly untie my robe and take it off. Then I step in behind him.

  He turns and his eyes hold mine. He wraps himself around me, pulling me under the hot water. He takes the soap and begins to wash my back, my stomach, my shoulders…. my sex, eventually turning me back to him for a kiss.

  “What are you doing today?” he asks.

  “Nothing.”

  “I’m not ready to leave you.”

  “You’re not?”

  “Can I stay?” he asks, brushing his lips against mine.

  “For as long as you want.”

  “I’ll stay today and leave tonight after your guards have gone.” He exhales slowly.

  “Okay.”

  We kiss and he holds me tight.

  “Are you sore?” he asks.

  “I’m okay.” I am sore, but I want him.

  Our kiss turns frantic. Eventually, he turns the shower off and pulls me out.

  “I need you in bed. Now.”

  He wraps me in a towel and dries me off. Before I know it, he is leading me out into the bedroom. Ah, this could be painful. I didn’t think this through at all.

  “Can we try something different?” he as
ks.

  I stare at him. Like what?

  “Can you get on your knees for me?”

  Still, I stare at him.

  “I won’t hurt you, I promise.”

  I nod, unable to string two words together. He positions me on the bed on my knees, and then pulls me over to the side of the bed. He points to the mirror in front of us. “Watch, Charlotte.” He leans down and kisses my behind. “Watch me fuck you.”

  My breath catches, and I look up into the mirror. I watch him slowly roll the condom on, putting saliva onto his fingertips before he rubs it into the lips of my sex. He hisses when he feels me. I’m already wet.

  He smiles darkly at our reflections, and positions himself at my entrance before he slowly pushes himself inside.

  My mouth falls open at the feel of him.

  He pulls out and then pushes back in, and he gives me a sexy wink through the mirror.

  Unable to help it, I giggle. “You and that wink,” I tease.

  He pulls out and then slams in hard, forcing my mouth to fall open.

  “No talking while I fuck you.” He smirks.

  “Yes.” I smile.

  “Yes, sir.”

  He circles his cock deep inside of me, and that is one hell of a delicious movement. Before I know it, he has my hip bones in his hands, and he is riding me hard.

  His mouth hangs slack as he watches us in the mirror, and I can do nothing but hold on. He hits me hard, his eyes flickering with arousal.

  Last night was for me. This is for him.

  The sheer pleasure on his face is a wonder. My breasts bounce as he hits me, and I’m totally entranced by the sight of this beautiful man in all his glory.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He shudders, as if he’s about to lose control.

  He reaches around and circles his thumb over my clitoris, making my body contract.

  “Let me have it,” he growls as his cock hits me harder and harder.

  “Oh God,” I sigh. “Oh… oh!” I cry out, and I grab the sheets beneath me as an orgasm rips through my body at once. Spencer pushes me down, forcing my arse in the air, and then he takes what he needs.

  Deep, hard thrusts hit me until I’m seeing stars. He goes on and on, and then he holds himself deep inside, and I feel him jerk and lose control.

  I fall to the bed in a heap. Spencer tenderly kisses my shoulder from behind. “You’re a fucking deviant,” he pants.

  I smile against the sheets.

  “I think I’m addicted.”

  * * *

  The hot water runs over us and I smile against the warmth of Spencer’s large chest. It’s Sunday afternoon, and we are in the shower and in some heavenly alternate universe. Spencer soaps up his hands and begins to wash me again, this is our third shower together. And I have to say, I’m addicted to having someone worship my body under hot water this way.

  He rubs his two soapy hands over my breasts.

  “Hmm.” He wraps his large arms around me and holds me tight. “I have to go to the pharmacy.”

  “What for?”

  “Condoms.”

  My face falls. “Oh.” I think for a moment. “If you leave now, you can’t come back. The guards will see you.”

  He frowns. “Fuck’s sake.” He exhales heavily, turns me, and continues washing my back.

  “I don’t like this at all. How long are you going to hide me?” he huffs.

  “I could go to the pharmacy?” I offer. “You could stay here and rest. I’ll go with the boys. Just tell me what you need.”

  He turns me by the shoulders and smirks down at me. The water is running down over his face. He looks simply gorgeous.

  “Don’t you think they’re going to be suspicious of you buying twenty-nine boxes of monster-cock condoms?”

  I burst out laughing. “Well, probably, but how about one box of snake-cock condoms instead.” I run my fingers through his stubble. “They’ll stay outside while I go in. I do have some privacy.”

  He falls serious as he stares down at me. There’s this feeling of closeness between us that I can’t explain.

  “We’re good together,” he whispers.

  I smile up at him. “I know.”

  He kisses me and holds me tight, and the emotion in his kiss nearly tears my heart wide open.

  “What are you going to cook me for dinner?” I ask, just to take the seriousness out of the situation.

  He grabs my behind and pins me to the wall. “Cock stew.”

  * * *

  Half an hour later, we are sitting downstairs in the living room. I’m wearing a white robe and Spencer is wrapped in a white towel. He’s practically been naked ever since he got here.

  He pulls me onto his lap and I straddle him. We kiss and he flicks the towel to the side, grinding me over his hard penis.

  He lifts my gown so that we are skin on skin. “This beautiful pussy of yours is going to get me in trouble.”

  I smile down at him. Who knew I could be so naughty?

  “Spencer.”

  He bites my neck.

  “We have no condoms left,” I remind him.

  His mouth begins to ravage my neck, and he growls playfully. I have to get up and run to the kitchen to escape him.

  He sprints after me, each of us on either side of the kitchen island.

  “When I get you,” he smirks, “you’re going to pay for running away from me.”

  I raise a brow. “And what are you going to do to me?”

  His eyes blaze with arousal, and he chuckles. “I’m going to teach you how to suck my cock.” He wiggles his sexy eyebrows. “No condoms required for that.”

  My mouth drops open and I laugh out loud. This man kills me.

  The front door suddenly opens.

  We both stop still, eyes wide.

  “Who’s that?” he mouths.

  “Lottie? It’s me, Beth. I found Alexander in the foyer of the hotel. I brought him up with me,” she calls loudly. It sounds like the two of them are walking through the apartment.

  “Hi, Lottie,” Alexander calls.

  “Just a minute!” I call. “I’m not decent.”

  My eyes widen, and I begin to slap a very naked Spencer in total panic.

  “Oh my God,” I whisper.

  Spencer’s eyes light up with excitement. He thinks this is hilarious.

  Oh.

  My.

  God.

  9

  Charlotte

  I jump around in a panic while Spencer laughs.

  Well, he hasn’t seen Edward angry. This is no joking matter.

  I look over to the sliding door of the balcony and see it is still open from our time when we were lying out in the sun this morning. I push Spencer backwards, shoving him to the balcony and out of the door. I slam it shut and flick the lock.

  “What the fuck?” he mouths through the glass.

  I draw the heavy drapes shut and try to act calm.

  “Hello?” I call out to them as I walk out into the living room, fixing my robe in place.

  Alexander’s face falls when he sees me in a state of undress.

  “Oh, I’m terribly sorry, Charlotte, forgive me for intruding.” He frowns.

  “It’s okay.” I fake a smile. “I’m just not well today.” I wrap my robe tighter around me and glance over at the window.

  “What is it?” Alexander asks.

  I put my fingertips to my temples. “Just a headache. It’s nothing to worry about.”

  I can’t believe I have locked Spencer on the balcony naked.

  I can only imagine what he must be doing out there, and I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from smiling.

  “I’m going to take a lie down, though,” I say, widening my eyes at Beth. For God’s sake, take the hint.

  I glance over to the window, and I can see Spencer pushed flat up against the wall. It must be nearly zero degrees out there. I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from laughing out loud.

  “I shall leave you in peace.” Al
exander smiles.

  “Thank you.” I kiss his cheek. “And thank you for checking in on me, I appreciate your concern.”

  He smiles warmly. “Can we have lunch one day this week?”

  “Of course.” I begin to guide him towards the door, practically pushing him out of it.

  Just leave already.

  “Where are you working now?” Beth asks Alexander.

  I widen my eyes at her for starting a conversation, and she frowns in confusion.

  “I’m still in merchant banking.”

  “That’s great! See you later,” I snap, holding my hand out. “I really must get to bed.”

  A frown crosses Alex’s face at my sharp dismissal. “Goodbye, ladies.” He walks out and I close the door behind him, immediately putting the chain on. As soon as I can, I turn and run to the sliding door, opening it in a rush.

  “What the actual fuck?” Spencer shivers when he walks inside.

  He looks up, and Beth’s eyes widen to the size of saucers. Her mouth falls open in shock.

  He covers his dick with both his hands. “Charlotte!” Spencer cries.

  I put my hands over my mouth, and I burst out laughing.

  “Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” I run to get his towel, and I hold it up to shield him from Beth’s bulging eyes.

  He wraps it around his waist and glares at me.

  I’m still laughing. “You…” I point to the balcony. ”And you didn’t…” I can’t stop the hysterical laughter. “Elizabeth, please meet Spencer.”

  She gasps. “You’re Spencer?”

  He hunches his shoulders together and throws her a cheeky grin, holding his two hands in the air. “In all my glory.”

  She shakes her head. “I have no words.”

  I put my hand over my mouth. She’s seen everything.

  “In my defence, it was very cold out there,” he tells her.

  Beth and I burst out laughing, and Spencer shakes his head. “I can’t fucking believe you locked me out there… naked. My dick could have frozen off.”

  We throw our heads back and hoot with laughter. This is the funniest thing I have ever seen.

  “I’m glad you two think this is so funny. I’m going to have a hot shower. I’m frostbitten.”

  I smile over at him and my heart sings. I really like him.