Page 51 of Burn It Down

He leaves no part of my body untouched, lavishing me with soft kisses and an exploring tongue. When he reaches my leaking dick, he doesn’t tease me. He swallows me down expertly, and I cry out, my entire body on high alert.

He sucks and licks along my dick, driving me wild before he releases me and then moves down to my full balls. He sucks each one into his mouth, turning me into a puddle of need. I’m so lost in desire that I don’t even notice what he’s doing until I feel his warm, wet tongue swipe over my hole. I jolt, my body lighting up as I reach for him, my hands tangling in his hair. “Please.”

I don’t even know what I’m begging for, but Spencer does. He plants my feet flat on the bed, spreading me open for him, andthen he goes to town on my hole. He licks and sucks, like he’s kissing my mouth. His tongue pushes into me, sweeping over my insides and making me beg and plead for more.

My cock is leaking, my balls aching, and I just feel this restless need to come. My hand is in his hair as he delves into me with that sinful tongue. He switches from penetrating me with it to licking all around. Showing me just how good every bit of it can feel.

I don’t even notice one finger joining in on the fun until he’s already to the knuckle. There’s a bit of stretch, but it just feels good. I want more of it. And I tell him so. I can feel him smiling as he pushes a little further into me, using his tongue and his saliva to make it easier. His hand strokes my cock as he works me open with one finger and then two.

I notice the burn then, but I don’t want him to stop.

Of course, he picks up on it and does just that. He removes his fingers and his tongue, pulling away from my ass. “No. Please, Spencer. I want it,” I beg and plead with no shame.

“I’ve got you,” he says, and I realize he’s grabbing the lube from the bedside table. He squirts some on his fingers and then takes my cock back into his mouth while simultaneously swirling his lubed finger around my hole.

I relax when I realize he isn’t going to stop. Leaning up on my elbows, I watch as he takes me into his mouth, his fingers working me open. One and then two. He takes his time stretching me out, and before long, it’s all too much. I’m going to come before he gets inside me, and I don’t want that.

“Spence, I’m ready,” I say, a panting, sweaty, needy mess. I fall back onto the pillow, and I’m relieved when he pulls his fingers free of me and releases my cock. Even though I feel the loss immediately, he’s climbing up my body to kiss me hard.

“You sure you want this? Because I can make you come right now.”

“No,” I say breathlessly. “I want you inside me.”

“Okay.” He kisses me softly and thankfully doesn’t question it any further. He slicks up his cock and then positions himself between my legs. My dick is still hard and leaking between us, but when he notches the head of his dick at my hole, it starts to wane a little.

I want this. But there’s no denying I’m nervous about it. But of course, Spencer takes his time with me. Working his cock into me slowly, inch by inch, until I’m begging him to fuck me harder.

He doesn’t oblige though. Not right away. I think he’s enjoying the teasing. He works us both up to a new height, filling me slowly and then pulling back. Taking his time and not sending me over.

My cock is hard as hell now. Flushed red and leaking, but when I start to wrap my hand around myself to get relief, he removes it.

Stealing both my hands and bringing them up by my head, he entangles our fingers and holds them there as he thrusts into me.

When he shifts his hips just right, plunging into me and hitting my prostate, I see stars. I light up and push back against him. “More. Please more.”

He does. Thank fuck. He nails the same spot over and over again until I’m shooting cum everywhere. He looks down just in time to see, and it must send him over because he only strokes into me two more times before his cum scorches my insides.

Our orgasms go on forever as he slides in and out of me, over and over, wringing out every last bit of pleasure. When we’re finished, he collapses onto my body, and I wrap my arms around him.

There’s no condom to get rid of, and neither of us seem to mind the sticky mess between us, so we can just lie here. His ear resting over my heart as we try to catch our breath.

“What do you usually do for Thanksgiving?” I ask him, not letting go.

I can feel him smiling against my skin. “I usually put a turkey breast in the crockpot, make my own dinner, and watch the game.”

“That sounds nice.” I’m not joking. It actually sounds amazing.

“Yeah. Janelle usually tries to get me to go to her house, but I like my quiet little Thanksgiving, and her house is hectic. Definitely only made that mistake once.” I chuckle, and then he asks, “What do you do?”

“I usually work most of the big holidays.” He nods, not at all surprised, I’m sure. First responders don’t have a regular schedule. It’s the way it is. When people are gathering with their families for the holidays, that’s usually when we become busier. “But this year, I actually have it off. Bowen has the first part of the day off but is going in for a late shift. He wanted me to go with him to our mom’s, but I said no.”

I hate that he was so upset with me for not giving her a chance, but the trust is gone. I don’t care if he thinks she’s sober and staying that way. I can’t risk it when I have Elijah to think about.

I take a deep breath and approach the subject I’ve been thinking about for a while. “I was wondering if maybe you would want to do Thanksgiving together...”

He lifts his head now and looks at me, a mix of excitement and confusion on his face. “What about Elijah?”

My heart is racing as I slide a hand over the slope of his bare back. “I thought we could have dinner together. The three of us.”

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