Page 32 of Crossed Lines

His answering groan reverberates through my body. I lie back easily when he pushes my shoulder, watching him grab some lube and a condom from his bedside table before spreading my legs eagerly, welcoming him inside of them.

“This might feel weird.” He slicks his fingers with lube as he talks, brushing over my stomach in a soothing gesture. "I need you to breathe for me.”

When thick fingers probe my entrance, I let out a high-pitched sound that can only be described as a whine and almost throw myself off the bed in embarrassment.

But Spencer just grins at me, that wicked smile that makes his eyes light up, and increases the speed. His fingers brush that special place inside me and I gasp, arching up into him. I follow his rhythm, pushing my hips down as he pumps up. Working myself on his fingers like it’s the last thing I’ll do on this Earth.

“There you go,” he says against my cheek. “You’re a natural.”

“Can you hurry up? Before I die of old age.”

He peppers my face with quick kisses, the sweetness a stark contrast to the increased pressure of his fingers working me open. “So feisty all the time.”

When he finally deems me ready, he slips on the condom and takes himself in hand. Tension curls in my stomach. Before he can move, I grab his arm.

Spencer stops immediately. “What’s wrong?”

“I’ve never done this before.”

His expression clears and the realization hits me—he was worried. Probably scared I wouldn’t want to do this anymore, but ready to stop as soon as I did.

Too bad for him he won’t get rid of me that easily, because I don’t think I’ve wanted someone as much as I want him. Thethought of him inside me sends a flush through my body, sweat prickling at my temples.

“My promise from before still stands.” He scratches my chin. “I’m gonna make you feel so good you’ll forget your name.”

Willing my body to relax, I settle against the pillows. I trust him with every part of me.

“Okay, I’m ready,” I say.

He enters me with slow, steady thrusts, muttering calming words until he’s buried to the hilt. I squirm on his cock, feeling fuller than I expected to be. I love it, love how close we are, like we could meld into one person and stay that way forever.

Spencer lets out a choked sound that makes my eyes fling open, gaze landing on the slack look on his face. He’s trembling on top of me with the strain of staying still, eyes screwed shut and breaths deepening.

Smiling a little, I run a hand over his bare hip. “You can move now.”

“Thank fuck,” he hisses, thrusting into me slowly. “You’re so tight, Luke, I can’t believe it.”

It’s stupid to feel proud of that, but that doesn’t stop me from wrapping my arms around his neck and bringing my hips down to meet his. It certainly doesn’t stop my smile from widening when he picks up speed, even as pleasure courses through me. Then he changes the angle of his hips, and my world shatters.

With every thrust, he hits the little bundle of nerves deep inside of me. Moans spill out of my mouth until the room fills with the lewd sounds of flesh slapping and me coming undone. It’s a good thing we don’t have any other roommates, or else they’d be getting an earful.

My cock sits weeping and trapped between our bodies, sliding deliciously up against Spencer’s abs, the friction just light enough to take me to the edge. A calloused hand wraps around the base of my throat and just sits there. Not pressing, notchoking, the grip light as a feather. Just enough to brand me as his.

Spencer lowers his lips to my ear, breath ghosting over the sensitive skin. “Now.”

He must have the cheat sheet to my body or something, because as soon as the word leaves his mouth my cock pulses. I scrabble at his shoulders, nails digging into heated skin as my orgasm washes over me like a wave.

My eyes roll into the back of my head. This is nothing like I’ve ever felt before, an all-body experience like a raging inferno, sweet pleasure wracking through me. My cock spills between us, making a mess of both our stomachs.

“Fuck.” Spencer buries his face in my neck, inhaling deeply. “Luke, you’re so perfect. Like you were made for me, sweetheart.”

Ignoring the pain of overstimulation, I widen my legs further and pump my hips, urging him on. “Come on, Spence. Come for me.”

His thrusts speed up into a powerful rhythm until the bed is rocking with our movements, knocking against the wall. All I can do is hold on and make him feel as good as I did.

Spencer’s orgasm hits him with a groan and slightly crooked teeth sink into my skin, drawing a hiss from my lips. But the sting of pain only heightens the pleasure, the heat of him filling me up from the inside out.

After a moment to collect himself, he pulls out and ties off the condom, tossing it into the trashcan by his desk. Then he collapses on the sheets beside me, chest heaving.

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