Page 19 of Bet On It

Spencer’s hands passed his knees, sliding closer and closer to Ty’s groin. He hissed in a breath when Spencer leaned down and kissed his left inner thigh. Squeezing his eyes closed tight, he refused to see that mouth near his nuts.

“I’m not gonna lie; it makes me fucking crazy to see you like this. I don’t know where I want to start first.” Ty tried to focus, tried to decipher what that meant. So it wasn’t just Spencer driving Ty crazy? Spencer lightly brushed his lips up and down Ty’s cock, and Ty couldn’t contain the moan that breached his lips. Hell, he didn’t want to anymore; he wanted Spencer so damn bad!

Not being able to move his legs or arms, being completely at Spencer’s mercy was so erotic, Ty didn’t know whether to cry or cry out. Spencer moved his nose down to Ty’s waiting sack, breathing in, nudging each one. “God, you smell so good.” Ty groaned as Spencer took one round ball into his mouth and sucked. Then he closed his mouth over the other one. Arching his back was about all the movement Ty could do as his restrained body reacted.

Spencer released the wet orbs and licked up to Ty’s weeping head, swallowing him down to the root.

“Oh fuck!” Ty shouted, throwing his head back, not able to contain it anymore. He pumped his hips up and down, wanting every inch of his cock in Spencer’s willing mouth. No woman had ever done this to him before—not like this. He felt like he could pop a vein as he strained to get closer.

Then, suddenly, Spencer stopped. Ty looked down, feeling the loss and the cold air on his wet cock. He watched in anticipation as Spencer untied both ankles. Then, in one quick movement, he pushed Ty’s thighs up so they were to his chest, and before Ty even had a chance to wonder, Spencer had that talented tongue probing his hole.

“Holy shit!” Ty yelled out, the sensation unlike any he had ever experienced. He tried to move his arms to grab Spencer’s head, forgetting for a minute they were still tied. Spencer’s tongue circled Ty’s entrance and moved inside him and… Who the fuck knew this would feel so good?

“You still with me, Ty?”

“Fuck, yes.”

Ty’s mind raced as he watched Spencer slick his finger with his own saliva then press it up against his opening. As Spencer took one of Ty’s balls back into his mouth, he pushed his finger into Ty. Everything was spinning; Ty’s heartbeat sped up as the pain in his ass burned so sinfully good. Spencer popped Ty’s nut out of his mouth and licked up his shaft as he pressed another finger into Ty’s begging hole. Both of Ty’s legs were lifted over Spencer’s shoulders; Spencer hooked his left arm around Ty’s right thigh, while his right hand worked fingers in and out of Ty’s ass.

Spencer took Ty’s entire cock into the hot cavern of his mouth. The combination of everything together—Spencer’s head bobbing up and down, his tongue circling the tip of Ty’s dick, his mouth taking the entire length back in, all while Spencer continued thrusting his fingers in and out of Ty’s body—was all too much.

When Ty thought he couldn’t take anymore, Spencer hit the same electrifying spot his fingers and the butt plug had hit the night before, and it had Ty seeing stars. After those fingers came in contact once, twice, three more times with that magic spot, Ty exploded. Bursts of white light blinded him as his body began to spasm. He was shooting so much, he thought he was seriously going to pop a vein. Spencer rode out every wave with him, swallowing every drop Ty released. Ty’s ears were ringing, and he was fighting to catch his breath.

He heard the distant cry of Spencer’s orgasm; felt the warmth of hot liquid on his chest; the liberation of his wrists as the binds were undone; the weight of his best friend’s body molded to his. Soft lips kissed him tenderly, bringing him back to earth.

“Yup, that’s exactly what I wanted for dessert. Delicious.” Spencer kissed him again, achingly slow, lusciously deep, shockingly…intimate.

“You’re seriously going to kill me one of these times.”

“Nope. Not letting you off of the hook from our bet that easily.” Spencer laughed.

But Ty couldn’t describe the unexpected ache he had in his chest from those words, so he just tried to push it away, not wanting it to ruin this moment. He held on to Spencer tighter and kissed him back with a sudden urgency.

“Does that mean I’m forgiven?” Spencer whispered.

“That means you did a phenomenal job making me forget why I was even mad to begin with.” Spencer opened his mouth, but Ty pinched his lips closed again. “And you should probably know when to shut up. I’ll help you.” And he kissed him again.

Ty woke up on Monday, unusually on edge. It took him a while to figure it out, but when he went out into the kitchen to make Spencer’s breakfast, realization slapped him in the face.

The last week of their bet.

He had seven more nights to use this bet as an excuse to feel…alive, was the only word he could think of. He didn’t know what would happen after Sunday night. He wasn’t even sure what he wanted to happen. Ty, in no way, saw this coming, yet it felt right.

Moving on autopilot, he scrambled the eggs, crisped the bacon, and brewed the coffee. He didn’t even hear when Spencer came up behind him and jumped when arms wrapped around his waist. Ty leaned his head back on Spencer’s shoulder, giving him more access to nuzzle into his neck. This sure was new, but not unwanted in the least. Could he give this up in seven days?

“That smells really good.” Spencer kissed his neck before moving over to get two mugs out of the cabinet. “I have to stay late at work tonight. Monthly sales meeting tomorrow that I have to prepare for.”

Spencer had a sales meeting one Tuesday out of every month. Ty felt robbed of a night with him. Why did they save preparation for the meetings until the night before, for fuck’s sake? Stop acting like this. You need this night to remind yourself that this is just a bet! Even thinking the words just a bet had that sudden ache back in Ty’s chest, and he rubbed it, as if he could reach the pain and soothe it.

“Ty, you okay?”

“What? Yeah, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?” Ty replied, knowing his tone was slightly harsher than he meant it to be.

“Okaaay.” Spencer exaggerated the word…like Ty didn’t already know he was being weird. He didn’t need the hint; he was well aware of how awkward he was being.

“Sorry, just have a lot on my mind. It’s gonna be a busy day at work.” Spencer knew him better than anyone; there was no way he didn’t see right through the lie. Ty gave him credit for letting it slide.

“All right, well…I’ll see you later, I guess.”

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