Page 66 of Spencer's Satisfaction
“That was amazing,” he tells me, still breathing heavily. His eyes are heavy lidded, and he pulls me back down into a reclining position on the mattress with him. “Seriously. The best. Like…wow.”
His words fill me with pride. I wonder if maybe I’ve got a bit of a praise kink of my own. Brushing a sweaty lock of dark hair from his forehead, I ask, “So we’re doing that again, then?”
“God yes,” he answers, closing his eyes. “I want to tryeverythingwith you.”
“Good,” I say, suddenly feeling a bit choked up, “because I still want everything with you, too.”
Tony doesn’t answer, except for a light snore, but that’s okay. We have time. In fact, we have forever.
Epilogue - Tony
“Did you have fun today?” Spencer asks me as we’re picking up the last of the paper plates and plastic cups from yet another get-together at our house, this time an early birthday party Spencer insisted we throw in my honor. Even though it’s a smaller space than Ted’s, I’m more comfortable exploring my Little side here and nobody else seems to mind spending time in the cramped quarters. Today, our friends (and the phrase still sends a thrill through me) stuck around to help clean up the worst of the debris, so we’re just fussing right now. “It wasn’t too much? I know crowds still aren’t your thing.”
Daddy checks in with me like this every single time, and I genuinely appreciate it.
I nod, affection surging through me at his concern. “It was great. Before I met you guys, I’d never really been in a situation like that before. Like…where everyone there was my friend, and there for me. But it makes it less overwhelming. It’s safe.” I sigh happily. “Still, it’s nice to be alone again. Less chaotic. Gives my brain a bit of time to calm down from the over stimulation.”
The concern hasn’t completely left Spencer’s gaze. He takes the trash bag I’ve been holding from me and asks, “Do you need some Little time? We can cuddle in bed and I can read you a story? The rest of the clean up can wait until tomorrow.”
I bite my lip, tempted by the offer, then shake my head. “Could, um, could we go to bed but stay big? I want…”
Even now, after over half a year together, I’m shy about asking for what I want.
But Spencer is patient. He just cocks his head and waits.
So I ramble. “It’s just that it’s been a while, I guess, and I have the whole oral fixation thing going on and-”
“Angel,” Spencer drops the bag on the nearest countertop and reaches for me, cupping my jaw so he can look me in the eye. I can see warmth and amusement in his gaze. “What are you asking for? You jumped ahead a step.”
With my cheeks burning, I blurt, “The nipple thing.”
“The…” he starts to repeat, then his eyes widen with comprehension. “Oh, you want to suck my nipples again, huh?”
“Only if you’re into it. I know it’s weird, but I just-”
“Anthony. It’s not weird. And I love that you’re expressing what you want. You know I’m on board. I’malwayson board with you.”
I melt for him all over again. “But…just asking for it like that, when we’re not even in bed or anything…”
“Still not weird, baby. I promise.”
He takes me by the hand and leads me upstairs, shooing Frank off the bed so we can climb in and scoot together without interruption. Soon enough, we’ve eased one another out of our clothes and are kissing and exploring each other’s bodies like we’re not already well and truly intimately acquainted.
When Spencer props his elbow up with pillows and cushions and gestures for me to settle in the crook of his arm in a standard nursing position, I comply and latch my mouth on greedily. Secretly, I still think it’s strange that I love doing this -that I get so fucking hard at the feeling of suckling his nipples- but he gets hard, too, so it’s okay.
Sometimes I do this just for comfort. When a bottle or pacifier isn’t enough for Little me. But right now isn’t about that at all.
Besides, the fact that he lets me do this when I’m big and it does turn him on? Well, that’s all sorts of awesome, and tonight I’m taking advantage of it.
Spencer’s making pleased sounds at the back of his throat as I lavish his nipple with attention. Under my hip, between the V of his spread legs which are cradling my ass in place, I can feel his cock swelling and hardening. His free hand comes down between our bodies to fondle my answering erection and I moan loudly at the first touch.
“That’s it, angel,” he encourages me when I flick my tongue over the tightened bud in the middle of his pec, “take what you need.”
I roll my hips while I suck a little harder, whining when his touch remains light and teasing. I can feel the wet head of his cock beneath me, so I know he’s just as aroused as I am. But he’s got endless patience where I have none and he chuckles.
“Wanna switch to the other side?”
I moan because, yes, I do, but that means having to release the prize in my mouth and Idon’tlove that idea.
