Page 25 of Bet On It

“Just do it. Please…” Ty licked his lips. “I want you to.” Ty managed to get the words out in a raspy voice, needing to feel Spencer inside him.

Spencer’s response was to rub lube on Ty’s hole before pushing his first finger in. Ty’s head fell back and landed on Spencer’s shoulder. He hissed when Spencer added a second finger and pushed back trying to fuck himself when the third finger went in.

“Fuck, Spencer… Do it now!” Ty pleaded, needing more.

Ty felt pressure as Spencer lined up his cock and pushed. He remembered what Spencer had told him when he was inserting the butt plug. Pushing out against the invasion, Ty tensed a little as he felt Spencer’s cock pop past the barrier. Pain cloaked in pleasure flooded his body.

“Relax, Ty. Tell me when you’re ready for me to keep going.” Spencer held still, his labored breathing letting Ty know that holding back at this point was challenging. Ty exhaled, most of the pain subsiding and pleasure remaining. Pushing back, he signaled to Spencer to move. Cautiously, Spencer inched the rest of the way in until he was in to the hilt, both men sighing in ecstasy.

Pulling slightly back out, Spencer then surged forward, plunging into Ty. Gradually, the pace picked up, and Spencer was thrusting over and over again. Ty was moaning, could hear it and couldn’t care less. This was more pleasure than he’d ever experienced. He’d do practically anything for it to continue. Hell, he’d even sing Mary Had a Fuckin’ Little Lamb, as long as Spencer never stopped fucking him.

They moved together now, Ty pushing back while Spencer drove forward. Ty cried out when Spencer hit that magic spot, the repetitive jabbing to his prostate sending shockwaves coursing throughout his body.

“Oh shit…Spencer, I’m gonna…” He couldn’t get the words out, the room was spinning, and the bed was slamming into the wall.

“Do it, baby. Come for me,” Spencer growled out, his thrusts becoming more intense. He held on to Ty’s left hip while he reached around with his other hand to grab Ty’s cock, stroking it in time with his relentless thrusts.

All hurry, hurry, hurry…thrusting, stroking, pushing and…explosion! Ty’s body shook. His orgasm so mind-blowing, his whole body fell forward. The only things holding him up were Spencer’s arms around his waist and the handcuffs keeping his hands above his head. Pulse after pulse of white, hot cream sprayed onto Spencer’s wall and headboard. Behind Ty, Spencer thrust a couple more times before his whole body tensed as he shot into the condom deep within Ty. He could feel Spencer throbbing, releasing into the condom. His only regret was that the condom prevented him from feeling Spencer’s release explode inside him, no barriers between them.

When the rush began to calm, Ty suddenly felt the pain in his wrists, realizing now that Spencer was leaning against his back.

“Spencer?”

“Yeah?” Spencer had his face laying on Ty’s back.

“My wrists are killing me.”

“Oh shit! I’m sorry!” He shot up and, immediately, freed Ty from the handcuffs. Rubbing his wrists, Ty collapsed on the bed right next to Spencer. They lay in silence for a second until Spencer spoke, “That was amazing. Please tell me you thought that was amazing.”

Ty turned to face Spencer, laying his head on the pillow so they were just inches apart. “It was amazing. Beyond anything I had imagined.”

“So, you’ve thought about me fucking you?”

“These last few weeks I’ve thought about it a lot. Maybe…maybe even before then.” Spencer didn’t need to know that Ty had been thinking about it ever since that night a month and a half ago. “I never knew it could be like that…so intense.”

Spencer leaned in, kissing Ty slowly, gently brushing their tongues together. The kiss was anything but hurried; it was more passionate and more meaningful than any other Ty had ever had. He rolled to his back, pulling Spencer onto his chest, burrowing his fingers in Spencer’s black hair. In that moment, he knew he had to make Spencer see that this couldn’t end between them.

Bet or no bet, Spencer had Ty completely.

Every time Ty closed his eyes, he remembered the night before: the fullness of Spencer inside him; the connection with him; the orgasm as it swept throughout his system.

After last night, he was sure of what he wanted…and what he wanted was Spencer. He had two days to convince Spencer that this thing between them was worth upping the ante. There was no way they could go back to the way things were, and Ty wasn’t going to let another tied-up, begging booty call in their house.

“You might as well take the rest of the day off.” His father’s words startled him out of his daydreaming. “You haven’t done a thing since you got here.”

“Dad, I’m sorry.” Ty looked down at his desk, saw the same work order in front of him that he’d taken out an hour ago, and realized what little he’d done all day.

“It’s okay.” His father laughed, obviously knowing Ty was thinking about Spencer but saving them both the embarrassment by not asking him about it. “It’s Friday. Why don’t you just call it a day? I’ll see you on Monday, and hopefully, you’ll be back on track then.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s a good idea. I can’t seem to focus lately.” Ty rubbed his right hand over his face and then through his short brown hair. “I intend to fix that this weekend.” He looked over at his father now, understanding flowing between them. There was comfort in knowing he didn’t have to say it out loud for it to be heard.

“All right, well, I’ll see you on Monday.” His father started to leave when he stopped and turned back around. “Oh, and Ty...good luck.” And with that, he walked away, leaving Ty grateful for the parents he had.

After picking up Spencer’s dry cleaning and putting it away, Ty straightened a few things around the house and tossed a load of laundry in. He tried anything to keep busy so he wouldn’t constantly be trying to figure out what his next move should be. Exhaustion had Ty laying down on his bed at around five o’clock. He hadn’t had much sleep the past few weeks, and his emotions had been on a rollercoaster. It didn’t take him long to drift off into a much-needed sleep.

By the time he’d woken up, the clock read ten. Fuck, he’d slept for five hours? He’d been tired, but obviously, his body needed more sleep than he’d thought.

“Oh shit,” he scolded himself, realizing he hadn’t been ready when Spencer got home. He shot out of bed and crossed the hall. Spencer was lying there in a T-shirt and sweats, reading a book.

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