Page 53 of Spencer's Satisfaction
We’re nestled together on Spencer’s couch,The Great British Bake Offplaying on the TV in front of us. After coming home from the play date at Charlie and Asher’s house, Daddy gave me a bath, helped dress me in my adult clothes, then made us a light dinner of grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup.
Frank was not impressed by our choice of meal and has been sulking on the end of the couch ever since. I love that cat.
But I refuse to let myself get distracted by the cute kitty. I’m on a mission tonight. One that hasn’t left my thoughts since this afternoon.
“Can we…I mean, would you…” I start and stop, frustrated at myself for not knowing how to ask for what I want.
Spencer lifts the remote and pauses the show, managing to freeze it on Paul Hollywood’s intense, steely gaze.
I can’t let myself get distracted by that, either.
Focus, Tony.
Taking a deep breathe, I toy with the collar of his shirt and blurt, “Will you fuck me?”
Spencer seems to choke on air. “What?” He twists in his seat, gently pushing me to sit up so he can look me in the eye. “Where’d that come from?”
I can’t really explain the whole thought process, so I just bite my lip, shrug, and answer, “I’ve been thinking about it. A lot. And you said I was setting the pace and I just wanted you to know that I’m ready. If…I mean, if it’s something you want to do.”
It’s not like I haven’t enjoyed our sex life as it stands. We frot, we mutually masturbate, we suck each other off (and having Spencer in my mouth for the first time was a fucking revelation on its own!) and he fucks me between my legs and teases my ass…but Idowant to try anal.
I know it’s not the be all and end all, that you can have a perfectly fulfilling relationship without penetrative sex, but I want to do it at least once. Plus, I’ve experimented a bit with toys and I’ve liked that, so I can’t imagine I’ll hate having Daddy inside me.
“If it’s something I want to do,” Spencer repeats with a disbelieving chuckle, shaking his head. He picks up my hand and kisses the back of my knuckles. “Angel, I want to doeverythingwith you.”
My heart rate picks up, anticipation already bubbling in my belly. “Yeah?” I ask, and I can’t keep the excitement from my voice.
“Yeah,” Spencer answers, his own voice turning low and husky.
I practically leap into his lap, fusing our mouths together. His hands grip my hips and, while we kiss, we grind against each other in movements that are now incredibly familiar to me. Despite the layers of fabric between us, I can feel his cock swelling against mine. I groan, imagining what it will feel like inside me.
“Let’s take this upstairs, hmm?” he suggests when we part for air, and I nod enthusiastically.
We shed our clothes along the way, and we’re both blessedly naked when we fall into his bed together, unable to keep our hands off each other. My cock is steadily leaking pre-cum and it slides against Spencer’s skin as we rub our bodies together. It seems crazy to me that I’ve gone from shy, fumbling virgin to this in only a few months’ time.
I whine when Spencer rolls away to rummage through his bedside table drawer, then gasp when he shows me what he grabbed.
“Daddy, what…?”
Spencer smirks at me as he holds the dildo out for my inspection. It’s similar to the one I have at home, made of flesh-toned silicon that’s supposed to feel like real skin, velvety and sort of spongey. This one looks a bit longer and thicker than the one I own, but still not as big as Spencer’s real cock.
“I was thinking we could start with this,” he explains, “and go from there?”
We’ve talked about playing with toys together before but haven’t gotten around to it. My dick jumps at the mere suggestion. “I’d like that,” I tell him and recline back on the pillows.
“Good boy,” he praises and then crawls back over me. I can feel the bottle of lube and the dildo rolling down the dip in the mattress and into my side as we kiss and rub against one another some more, the plastic of each item feeling cool against my heated skin.
When I’m writhing under him, Spencer pulls back and picks the bottle of lube up. “Traffic light?” he asks.
“Green,” I answer without needing to think. “Green, green,green.”
He chuckles and pops the cap, then drizzles a healthy amount onto his fingers. But he waits until after we’re kissing again before he brings those slippery digits to my hole. I gasp into his mouth at the almost unexpected sensation of him sliding one and then two inside, pumping and twisting them slowly. His touch feels so new and different to the times I’ve done this to myself.
I close my eyes and relax against the gentle intrusion, enjoying the feeling of him working me open so carefully. He takes his time and I appreciate it, barely even noticing when two fingers become three.
Spencer’s muttered praises help distract me further. “That’s it. Good boy. You feel so good around my fingers, angel. So hot and tight.”
“Daddy,” I whine, undulating my hips, “Daddy, I needmore. Please.”
