Page 10 of Hidden Confessions

I didn’t think I’d ever heard Spencer laugh like that before. So unguarded. Laughter spilling out of him like he couldn’t hold it back.

My chest tightened as I watched him. How did I go this long without having him as mine?

I pulled down my underwear and his laughter died as his gaze zeroed in on my cock.

Desire like nothing I’d ever seen masked his face. He licked his lips, then bit hard on his bottom lip. His eyes slowly traveled up my body until they locked onto mine. His pupils were dilated, dark and hungry with want.

A shiver ran through me... the way he looked at me, like a predator ready to pounce on its prey.

He didn’t take his eyes off me as I poured lube down his crack and my fingers prepped his hole, nor did his gaze flutter when I slipped the condom on and aligned myself to his entrance.

“You want this?” I gave him a light poke. A sharp moan left his lips and his eyes rolled shut as he pushed his hips back.

“Oh, yes . . .”

The desperation was evident in his voice. The sight of him with his legs spread apart, bent over like this alone was...Fuck me. I just had to give us what we both wanted. I couldn’t stall any longer.

I pushed in and was met with resistance, but his tight muscles soon adjusted, stretching around my cock. He was so fucking tight and felt so fucking good. It was driving me crazy.

“Finn,” he mewled. The sound of my name dragging on his tongue did something to me. All reason left my head, with only a primal need to claim him filling my mind.

Wrapping my arms around him, I pulled his back flush against me as I thrust into him, sheathing into his warmth. God, he was so warm. Every breath he took, every tremble of his body as I rocked into him, got me off further. There was no end to it. Every little sound he made, the way his muscles squeezed my cock, the way he moaned my name, was a new discovery that kept showing more and more of the man Spencer Faulkner was.

“Right there.Ah!That feels so good . . .” he moaned.

My lips were all over him, everywhere I could find skin. All over his back, his neck, all the way to the side of his jaw. When he tilted his head and panted my name, my lips claimed that sinful mouth one more time.

“You’re killing me,” I groaned against his lips as my body slapped against his. Spencer tensed and clenched his ass around my cock every time I thrust into him.

I was losing my damn mind. And I liked it. God, I liked everything about him.

My hand slipped lower, gliding down the smooth muscles of his abdomen to between his thighs. I closed my fingers around his cock.

“Finn!” he exhaled, throwing his head back against my shoulder. His entire body seemed to be caught in another kind of bliss, and so was mine. “You’re getting me close... so close. Oh, fuck!”

“I want you to come for me,” I said, thrusting harder now. Wave after wave of pleasure spread through my body, leaving no part of me untouched.I knew it would be like this.

So fucking good it almost hurt.

I stroked him. Hard. Fast. I was eager to tip him over that edge and see what expression he would make when he finally raptured.

It didn’t take long. A few more thrusts and he was there.

A scream tore from him as he came with a violent shake, and his face, ah, his face... bliss.

My own explosion soon followed, ripping through my body. “Mmf... fuck.” I buckled over him from the sheer force of it. My eyes rolled shut as I soared on the heights of euphoria, a realization hitting me then and there.

There was no way I was letting him go.

There was no way in hell I could let this guy go after having tasted him.

When our breaths came back to normal, I pulled out of him and grabbed a few tissues.

I could just let this stay here. Have it be a parting gift.

A moment that we would never forget.

But . . .

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