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His eyelids are heavy, but the blissed-out smile on his face fades and he forces himself to sit up, reaching out and cupping my aching cock through the thin fabric I’m still wearing. The wet spot has spread over the pajama bottoms by now.
“You haven’t come yet,” he says.
I’m about to assure him that I don’t need to when he tugs the material down just enough to release my dick, which practically bounces out once freed from its confines, the head dark and glistening, the length flushed an almost angry red.
“Show me, Spencer,” he demands quietly, but confidently. “I want to see what you like, too.”
A burst of laughter bubbles out of me, and I shake my head. “It’s going to be a short show,” I warn him lightly. “Someonejust pushed me closer than I’ve ever been to coming untouched.” It’s not even an exaggeration: he could probably breathe on it and I’ll explode.
Just the mental image of unloading over his face has another stream of pre-cum trickling out and over my length.
“Daddy,” he whines, giving me big, pleading puppy eyes, “please?”
I groan and take myself in hand, my dick jumping at even that simple contact. It takes three strokes, my fist flexing at the base every time, before I erupt with a shout. I see fucking stars and float for a little while as jet after jet releases over my fist and land God-only-knows where else.
“Mmm,” Tony says, sounding equal parts satisfied and contemplative.
I crack my eyes open to catch him scooping a finger through my cum and bringing it to his perfect, unexpectedly sinful mouth.
I can’t look away as he sucks the mess from his finger, tasting me for the first time. If I hadn’t just had a mind-blowing orgasm, I think I might come again just from that sight alone.
“Next time,” he says when he catches me watching, “you’re finishing in my mouth.”
My brain short circuits.
That’s the only excuse I have for what I say next.
“God, I love you.”
Chapter Sixteen - Tony
Spencer freezes, clearly not having intended to say those words. The expression on his face is almost comical. I can tell that he genuinely feels the sentiment behind the accidental confession, but there’s surprise and a hint of worry in his eyes, and embarrassment in the flush of his cheeks.
Considering I was so afraid of blurting out the same confession, I can’t help my giggle. I bring my hand to my mouth and cover it to stifle the sound. Spencer’s eyes narrow, and I lose the battle, my delighted laughter bursting out of me while my spirits soar.
Before he can get any more uncomfortable or, worse, try to retract his declaration, I close the gap between us and kiss him, deep and slow. As the kiss comes to an end, I murmur, “I love you, too.”
He startles and leans back against the headboard, searching my gaze for any sign of discomfort or perhaps even dishonesty.
Offering him a shy, sheepish smile, I shrug and admit, “It crept up on me when you were changing me earlier. I thought if I said anything, you’d think it was too soon and that I’m a clingy freak.”
His eyes go dark and serious. “I hate that word,” he says simply, then softens. “But I don’t think it’s too soon, or that you’re clingy, or weird, or anything along those lines. You’re perfect, Tony. Okay? You’re perfect, and I love you.”
My throat is clogged with emotion, my eyes brimming with happy tears. I can only nod and snuggle into him for a hug, heedless of the sticky, drying mess between us.
“But you know what this means, right?” He asks playfully over the top of my head.
I give a little shake in answer.
“You’re really going to have to meet the guys now. I’ve been selfishly putting it off, but we’ve just done the love exchange. They’ll kill me if I leave it any longer.”
He’s told me a lot about his buddies over the course of the past few weeks. It turns out I’ll probably recognize a few of them as customers from the diner, because they’re all kinky like Spence himself. Like me, too, I guess. They sound like a really caring group of guys.
“Honestly,” he continues talking, his words now tinged with fondness and amusement, “I’m surprised they’ve respected my request to not stalk you at work. I wouldn’t put it past them. Well, some of them.”
“Er…” I clear my throat, wondering if I’m about to get some of them in trouble, “well, Chance did swing by with another guy…um, Josh, I think he said his name was?”
Spencer groans and pinches the bridge of his nose. “When?”
