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“Fuck, Buttercup. That’s perfect.”
More pre-cum drips from his cock, onto my tongue and I give up the teasing. I want to be the reason he loses his sense and unravels.
He lifts a hand to my back, gently caressing it. “Emmy, I’m not going to last long if you keep that up.”
I hum in acknowledgement. I don’t want him to last long. I want to please him more than I’ve ever wanted to please a man. His hips keep thrusting up the tiniest bit.
I pop off really quick. “Stop holding back. I can tell that you are, and I want you to know I’m good with whatever. I can’t take all of you, I mean just look at it,” I say as he gives a little laugh. “I want to try and go deeper but my gag reflex isn’t the best. Tell me what to do.”
“Fuck,” Spencer groans under his breath. “I want you to grip the base with one of your hands and with the other, gently cup my balls. Just like that. Is it okay if I hold the back of your head?”
“Yes, please.”
He weaves his fingers through my hair and with a tiny push, begins lowering my mouth back onto his cock. He holds when I reach the head, letting me lick and suck for a bit before guiding himself further into my mouth. He raises his hips at the same time and my lips meet my fist.
“You’re doing so good, Buttercup.”
He starts moving me up and down, while thrusting his hips and I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on from giving a blowjob. I gently tug and caress his balls, making him thrust faster. I can feel how close he is.
And that spurs me on.
I twist and move both of my hands, licking and sucking harder than before. His movements begin to stutter and he babbles a mess of: “right there,” “just like that,” and “god Emmy.”
“I’m about to come, Buttercup,” he says, as though he’s giving me a chance to back off.
Since I have no intention of doing so, I give it my all, chasing his release with him. He grunts and begins shallow thrusts, while warmth floods my mouth. It’s a taste I don’t think I ever want to go without again. He’s salty, sure, but there’s a hint of something sweet I can’t put my finger on.
I suck and swallow everything, even after he’s finished. He releases his grip in my hair and somehow sinks further into the bed. I slowly lick my way up to the tip, gently lapping up every bit, laughing when he groans, trying to pull out. “It’s too sensitive. Come up here and kiss me.”
I lie back down, turn into him, and he kisses me. Not some little peck either—it’s deep and sensual. He doesn’t seem to mind that he can taste himself. He pulls back and gently places a kiss on my nose.
“You’re incredible, Emmaline. I’m so lucky that you want to be with me.”
I place a kiss on his chest and move to get up to the bathroom because I know if I look at him much longer, I’ll either cry or try to jump his bones.
When I come out, he's not where I left him, but I notice he’s placed a shirt and a pair of boxers on the end of the bed for me. I take this as a sign he wants me to stay the night. I get in bed, curling up in the middle, and know I’m about to have another amazing night of sleep in Spencer’s arms. I’m out before he ever comes to bed.
Chapter 27
Spencer
After the weekend with Emmy, it’s time to have our first proper date.
Yeah, we’ve been on a few, but those were when we weren’t actually together. I can’tonlytake her out to dinner again. It feels like a cop out—like it’s too easy and predictable. So, while I have a pile of designs to go through, I’m sitting at my laptop searching for what to do.
Then I finally find it—the perfect date idea.
She’s mentioned this place before when talking about our favorite memories, and I laugh at how right this feels. I make a few calls to see if I can pull it off, and when I get off the phone, I’m grinning ear to ear. It took some greasing of elbows, but I made it happen and she’s going to love it. I’m about to put my phone down to actually do some work when it vibrates with a call.
“This is Spencer.”
“I just got invited to Thanksgiving lunch at your parents’ house by your mother. Of course I agreed to come. My family’s tradition for the day happens around dinner time. It would’ve been silly not to agree. Plus, I know she would’ve just called you and bullied you into it. I didn’t want you to feel obligated toinvite me to something again. Then when we got off the phone, I thought: ‘What if Spence doesn’t want me there? Yeah, I was at his dad’s party but that was really just a threat from his mom.’ I’m calling to ask if that was the right thing to do. If it’s not, I’ll call her back and say I forgot I’d picked up a partial shift. What do you want me to do?”
“Well, hello, Emmy. I’d ask how your day is going except I don’t think I need to.”
“Sorry,” she says with a huff. “Hi, Spencer. I’m frazzled. I’ll be better once I know what you think.”
A laugh escapes me. “Of course, I’d like for you to come. It saves me from having to go back and forth on whether it’s too early to spend holidays with each other’s families. I’m sorry she ambushed you. I didn’t know she was going to, however I’m not all that surprised.”
