Page 73 of The Geography of Happiness

“Oh, my fucking god,” I hissed, inadvertently thrusting up, causing Spencer to pull off.

“Shit! Sorry. I’m such an idiot.” I went to step aside but Spencer held fast to my thighs.

“You’re not going anywhere.” He kissed my belly through the green chequered nylon and then quickly slid down my briefs,freeing my cock, which promptly sprang up and slapped him on the chin.

It was so outrageous that we both laughed.

“And now—” Spencer composed him, pulling me down onto the couch and laying me flat. “—I want you to relax—” He slid to his knees and began peppering kisses over my face. “—and let me get to work—” He popped a kiss on the end of my nose. “—on this delicious cock.” He gave my dick a gentle squeeze and I’m pretty sure I whimpered.

Then he kissed me soundly and looked me in the eye. “If that’s all right with you?”

“Uh-huh.” I nodded enthusiastically. “Yes . . . please.”

He grinned at the pleading tone in my voice, squirted a little lube into his hand, and then fisted my cock, running his thumb over the dark head to catch the pre-come running from the slit. “Tell me how you like it?”

The question caught me by surprise. “Oh. Well, I...” I stumbled, finding it hard to think with his large hand wrapped around my dick. “I dunno. Any way you like is fine.”

Spencer raised a brow and simply waited.

“Okay, okay,” I grumbled, watching his thumb slide over my slit for a second time, a silken thread of pre-come attaching to the tip as it passed on its sexy way. “A hard grip and not too fast?”

He lifted his slick thumb to his mouth and painted his lips before licking them clean, his hungry gaze fixed on mine. “Hard and slow?” He smiled saucily. “I can do that.”

And I’d never felt so fucking turned on in all my life.

He took another swipe across my slit and offered his thumb to me. I blinked but didn’t hesitate to suck it down. His pupils blew wide and he dragged me in for a punishing kiss that set every cell in my body humming with pleasure.

This is it.It hit me in that moment. The powerful craving Judah and Leroy and Kane and everyone I knew talked about.This is it.

The kiss went on and on until Spencer finally broke away and swiped his thumb over my swollen lips. “Whatam I going to do with you?”

I had one or two ideas about that, but before I could share them, he shot me a wicked grin and lowered his mouth to my cock, swallowing it to the root.

My head dropped back and the moan that left my mouth was far too loud. A shirt hit me in the face, and I looked down to find Spencer watching me, bobbing up and down on my cock, saliva dripping from his chin, his eyes glazed, looking thoroughly debauched.

I shoved the shirt against my mouth and fell back onto the cushion, completely spellbound, to watch him work. A gamut of sensations rolled through my body as he cradled my balls in one hand and supported my cock with the other, sucking, licking, and nibbling at the flesh like he couldn’t get enough. A few minutes in and there was no way in hell I was going to last beyond an epically embarrassing timeline.

Nothing I’d experienced before had remotely prepared me for the storm that was Spencer Thompson—in my life and on the dry husk of the body I’d been dragging around with me for thirty years. I’d come alive under his touch, and a part of me was already grieving the loss when it came, as it inevitably would.

With Spencer’s mouth on me, I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, didn’t want to. And when the fingers cradling my balls tracked back to slide over my hole with an added tap, I jerked in place, a hum buzzing at the base of my spine, an unspoken need burning in my flesh.

Spencer caught my gaze and tapped again, and next thing, I was pushing down into the touch, sucking the tip of his fingerinside, thick, hot, and insistent in my arse. I rode one and then two, as he sucked on my cock and drove deeper. Then finally, he curled them deep inside and electric sparks jolted my body and had me coming like a train down the back of his throat, thrusting and jerking through a deluge of pleasure. But always with my eyes on him and his on me as his finger worked my hole, his mouth on my cock until I was spent. He swallowed every drop and then licked his lips.

Before I knew it, I’d yanked him up, my mouth crashing over his, plunging inside so I could taste myself on his tongue, willing him to remember the moment.

Remember what we’d done.

Remember . . . me.

Breathless and sated, I pulled off and dragged him next to me on the couch. Then I turned and melted against his chest, burying my face in all that glorious hair, not sure I was ready to face his eyes, a storm of emotions churning in my heart. Disbelief. Gratitude. Boneless pleasure. And optimism for a future I’d never imagined, along with someone I had no right fantasising about.

If I’d looked him in the eye, I wasn’t sure I could hide it, not right then. Not with my guard down and my body gorged. I didn’t know whether I wanted to kiss him or punch him for awakening this thing inside me. This need. Nothing could ever be the same because I now had... expectations... and goddammit... hope.

And so, I clung tight, my face hidden, his lips in my hair, his breathing sharp and shallow in my ear, his demanding erection pressed hard against my leg.

Oh, hell no. Not on my watch.I might not be ready to push the boat out too far on the whole man-on-man stuff, but I could certainly handlethat.

I raised my face to his and slid my hands around his neck. Then I kissed him, taking my time, raising the temperature between us, and when his cock thickened in reply, I slid to the floor and ran my hands down his belly, feeling goosebumps pop over his skin.

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