Page 22 of Spencer's Satisfaction
I drop another kiss to his lips, then one to his shoulder, and a final one to the junction where his shoulder meets his neck, telling him, “You’re gorgeous, sweetheart.” Some of the tension in his shoulders recedes and I swat his backside gently. “Into bed with you.” He scrambles to obey. I grin. “Good boy.”
He watches me through dark, hooded eyes as I pull my own clothes off. I kick of my shoes and tug off my socks when my jeans and boxer briefs get tangled around my ankles, then unbutton my shirt with patience I didn’t know I possessed.
Finally naked, I slide open his bedside drawer and locate the bottle of lube, setting it on the nightstand as I join Tony in bed.
He kisses me as soon as I’m stretched out beside him, and I let him take control again. I’m curious to see what interests him; what his instincts tell him to do.
He practically glues himself to my front again, kissing me as though this is his one and only chance to do so. Some part of me wonders if that’s how he feels, and I make a note to discuss my intentions with him again.
Without clothes, every brush of our bodies against one another is heightened. Tony mewls into my mouth when our cocks rub together, and he rolls his hips with wild abandon, our pre-cum and the heat of our bodies making the skin slick and slippery before too long.
“Oh my God,” he breathes, distracted from our kissing by the feel of our hard shafts dragging over each other. “Spence…holy fuck,Spencer…”
He’s starting to tremble, so I carefully ease him onto his side and follow suit so we’re facing each other, with my right arm slid beneath his neck and around his back, pulling him flush against me. “W…what’s the lube for?” he asks, and I can’t help but chuckle, even as we continue to slowly frot against each other, downshifting from the almost frantic movements we shared while he was on top of me.
“Afraid you’re missing out?”
His cheeks redden with more than just arousal.
“It’s okay to be curious, angel.”
“I’m cl-close again,” he says after another beat. His hands grapple at the sweat-slicked skin of my back. “Oh my God. I don’t wanna come yet. But,” he can’t seem to stop himself from moving against me, “I never imagined this would feel so good.”
After another kiss, this one slower and deeper, I rest my forehead against his and decide to go with my initial idea. If he wants to extend this, I’ve got him.
“Roll over, sweetheart,” I urge quietly, and his eyes widen for a moment. I nuzzle my nose against his. “We’re going to try something a little different. If it’s not working for you, tell me and we’ll go back to this.” I give another roll of my hips for emphasis of my point.
“Okay,” he agrees softly, then rolls over to face the wall with his back and his perfect, round ass facing me. I can’t stop myself from squeezing the smooth left cheek with my free hand. He pushes back into my touch, “Please…”
I pepper kisses along his shoulder and the back of his neck. “Try to keep your legs together for me, okay?”
Without pulling my arm out from under him, I roll onto my back to reach over for the lube with my free hand, pop the cap open with my thumb, then drizzle a generous amount over my cock. After snapping the cap shut again, I drop the bottle back on the nightstand and give myself a couple of cursory strokes, spreading the lube. There’s a lot of it, but that’s a deliberate choice.
Then I roll back onto my side, shuffle down the bed a tiny bit, and guide my long, aching shaft into the inviting space just beneath the curve of Tony’s ass.
He gasps at the contact.
“Is this okay?” I ask him, whispering into the shell of his ear.
“Yes,” he exhales and pushes back onto me again, causing my cock to glide between his closed thighs as intended. His head drops back onto my shoulder when I reach around to grip his leaking erection with my still lubed hand. “Oh!Fuck yes.Spence…”
It takes me a few thrusts and minor adjustments of the angle of my hips and of his body, but it’s no time at all before I’m rocking into him properly, gliding my hand over his cock in the same pace that I’m fucking the tight, warm, slick space between his clenched thighs. Every so often, the head of my cock bumps into his balls and I delight in the muted mewls and whimpers that elicits.
When I tighten my grip on him just a little, he begins to babble a litany of ‘Oh my God’s and ‘don’t stop’s. It’s insanely hot, and the sounds and pleas go straight from my ears to my dick. In turn, I tell him how good he’s being, how amazing he feels wrapped around my cock, how perfectly we fit together.
There’s no sense of time right now. Just the feeling of skin on skin, the sounds of pleasure and our heavy breathing, the scent of clean sweat and building arousal, and a hint of vanilla and artificial sweetness from the unexpectedly flavored lube.
“Sp-Sp…” he seems to lock his thighs even tighter, the surprising muscle hidden beneath their smooth, soft exterior closing in around my cock, “I’m…I’m gonna…I’m coming…oh, oh!” His body locks up as his cock jerks in my hand, the first spurts spilling over my fist. “Daddy, fuck, fuck…Daddy…”
“Fuck,” I echo in a long, drawn-out groan of the word, unable to hold back my own release at the plaintive and unexpected whine of ‘Daddy’ falling from his lips. If I’d thought his orgasm felt powerful as he shot jet after jet of cum over my hand, it’s nothing compared to my own as it sweeps through me like a wave of pleasure and endorphins and absolute bliss.
We’re both breathing hard as we come down from our mutual highs, and I kiss the nape of his neck, burrowing my face into him. I have no idea what he’s thinking or feeling right now, but I’m feeling oddly overwhelmed.
I don’t think I’ve ever been anyone else’s first before. There’s an additional emotional connection to him now that I wasn’t anticipating. Not so soon.
But he called me Daddy. Three times. I don’t think it was a conscious decision, just instinct and the excitement of the moment. I can’t describe what that does to my heart and my hopes.
Tony shifts and I pull back, giving him room to roll onto his back. He turns his head to face me, scrunching his nose adorably. “Sticky,” he complains lightly, then sucks in his bottom lip and regards me from underneath his long, thick lashes. “Hi.”
