Page 17 of Whisker Me Away

“Fuck, Spencer.”

Spencer licks his lips. “Is that what you want? To fuck?”

I can’t help but smile. “Yeah,” I whisper, stealing another kiss. “But only if that’s what you want too. We go at your pace, Spencer.”

“I want to be inside you more than I’ve ever wanted anything ever. Please? Can I?”

Instead of answering, I shimmy out of my boxers, tossing them onto the floor. Spencer’s hands are on my chest, pulling my shirt up. “This too. Please. Need to see all of you.”

I chuckle at his enthusiasm. I like seeing him like this, taking what he wants without worrying about being embarrassed. He’s beautiful like this, lost in his lust.

Once I’m naked and on my back, Spencer hovers over me, his eyes devouring me. His eyes are like a physical caress against my skin, making me shiver. I tug at the front of his shirt.

“You too, Spencer. Let me see you, sweetheart.”

There’s that beautiful blush I find myself falling for. Spencer sits back on his heels, his thighs spread. I can see the way he’s hard, the front of his boxers tenting in a way that has my mouth watering. I want my mouth on him, I want to taste him. Fuck, I can’t wait to feel him inside me.

Once Spencer is out of his clothes, I can’t help but stare. His body is thin yet strong, his skin the prettiest pale color. His cock is thin and long, just like the rest of him.

“I think I might be dreaming,” I murmur, looking him up and down. “Because there’s no way such a beautiful angel is in my bed right now.”

Spencer slaps my hip, the sting only adding to my arousal. He rolls his eyes at me and affection blooms in my chest, bright and light. “Stop it. You don’t have to sweet talk me, I’m already here.”

“I’ll never stop sweet talking you, Spencer. You deserve to be wooed and praised. I want you to know just how much I want you until it’s impossible for you to doubt. This isn’t just a quick fuck, it’s the start of something.”

Spencer blinks a few times before a shy smile brightens his face. “Okay,” he says, leaning down on his arms and pressing me against the sheets. “I’ll allow the sweet talking, because it’s you and I know you mean it.”

My arms wrap about his back, my nails sliding down his spine. Spencer raises up, chasing the touch not unlike a giant cat. The smell of our combined lust fills the room, making my mouthwater. I’m slick, aching to be filled and I can tell I’m not the only one.

One of my hands goes to the back of Spencer’s neck, tugging him down into a kiss. As my tongue passes his lips to press against his tongue, my other hand moves lower, caressing his ass. The sound that Spencer makes against my lips sets a fire burning inside me.

The hand on his ass moves to his crack, skimming a finger against his wet hole. He gasps and I can’t help but smile.

“Please,” he begs against my lips.

“Anything you want,” I tell him, pressing my middle finger inside. Holy shit, he’s so wet and hot. I pull out, rubbing the pad of my finger over his hole before pushing back in once more. I do that over and over until Spencer is practically vibrating above me, sweat dripping down his spine. As much as I’d like to sit here and tease him, I think that can wait for another day. Today, we bothneed.

I swing my leg around Spencer’s hip, pulling him down. “Get inside me, Spencer. Come on, sweetheart. Take your pleasure from my body.”

Normally, I’d expect Spencer to argue or at least ask if I’m sure, but he’s so far gone in his lust, he moves without thinking. I love it. His desperation is addictive.

“Cade,” Spencer breathes out, his body tensing as he pushes the tip into my ass. I do my best to steady myself, relaxing my body so the intrusion isn’t too much for me. He pushes slowly but surely, stretching me open, hitting all the best spots within me as he goes. “Fuck!”

“So good,” I tell him, tossing my head back against the pillows. “So good, Spencer. Keep going.”

As his hips connect with my ass, impaling me fully, our mouths find each other once more. Having Spencer inside of mefeels more right than words can describe. We are exactly where we’re supposed to be, with the person we’re supposed to be with.

I’m not sure if I believe in destiny or true mates or soulmates or any of that, but feeling Spencer inside of me, rearranges all of my beliefs. Those things might be true if it means that’s why we’re here, right now, like this.

Spencer pulls away just enough for us to breathe each other’s air. His hips pull back before sliding back inside. He’s so fucking long, he feels so fucking good moving inside me.

“Harder,” I tell him, nodding my head. “Please, Spencer. Harder. Come on, I’m a big boy, I’m not gonna break.”

“Yeah, okay,” he says, finally letting go. He chases his pleasure, using my body to get himself off. He fucks into me with long, hard strokes, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room.

My nails dig into his back, holding him tight, wishing there was a way we could somehow get even closer. There will be long, red marks down Spencer’s spine by the time we’re done but I don’t care. The opposite actually, I hope they stay on his skin for awhile. I want him to be marked, I want him to be mine.

Spencer closes his eyes, burying his face against the side of my throat. He murmurs against my skin, whimpering softly as he pistons his hips forward, fucking into me quicker and quicker. Gods, he’s beautiful like this, chasing his pleasure with abandonment.

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