Page 49 of The Virgin
Jonah grabbed Spencer’s shirt and pulled him closer. He loved the way Spencer was slightly taller and wider. It made Jonah hot all over to know that this beautiful, creative, wonderful man looked at him and saw someone worth looking twice at.
Maybe it was because he worked around teenagers all day, but he had to quell the juvenile urge to beg Spencer to list all the things he liked about him. He bit his tongue from doing the same. There weren’t words for all the rush of emotions that swelled in Jonah when he looked at Spencer. All the ways he loved him and all the things he loved about him.
Spencer brushed his mouth against Jonah’s. “Missed you.” Spencer tightened his grip on Jonah. “It was like I couldn’t breathe without you.”
“Spencer,” Jonah gasped, unable to say anything else. No words existed to convey how fucking much he loved this man. “You’re everything to me.”
Jonah’s answer was a kiss. Long and deep. Spencer clutched Jonah’s head, thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. Fingers danced, grazed the back of his neck as Spencer licked his way inside Jonah’s mouth, teased and tangled their tongues. Stole all of Jonah’s oxygen. Kissed him until he was dizzy, and only then did he pull away.
Their gazes met and Spencer looked at Jonah with an expression that he’d never seen before. A sort of quiet awe that warmed Jonah’s insides. He knew what Spencer was going to say before he said it, but he held his breath and waited anyway.
“I love the hell out of you.”
“I love you too.” Jonah stepped closer, angling their bodies together.
“Did I mention that I missed you?” Spencer whispered, his voice low and husky. He raked his gaze over Jonah’s face, a thumb outlining Jonah’s bottom lip.
“You might’ve said something like that. Are you going to show me how much you missed me?”
Jonah didn’t know what he thought Spencer might do, and he shouldn’t have been shocked when Spencer went to his knees in his foyer, but Jonah’s jaw dropped open.
“Here?” Jonah asked, barely keeping his voice from squeaking as Spencer popped the button of Jonah’s pants open.
“Here.” Spencer leaned in, rucking up Jonah’s shirt to press a gentle kiss against his abdomen. “Everywhere, if I could.”
Spencer looked up at him with a heavy, hooded stare. “Anywhere, if it wouldn’t get us arrested.”
Jonah gasped in shock, and Spencer laughed at him. “Surely, you’re joking.”
Spencer didn’t respond. He gently tugged Jonah’s pants down to mid-thigh, then leaned in and pressed his open mouth to the throbbing erection that was still trapped in Jonah’s briefs.
“Fucking hell.” Jonah moaned and sank his fingers into Spencer’s hair. Spencer chuckled softly, then went back to mouthing Jonah’s cock through the fabric, creating a damp heat that had Jonah squirming.
Spencer freed Jonah’s erection. Tugging his briefs lower allowed him access to all of Jonah, and he wasted no time. He buried his face in the crease of Jonah’s thigh and kissed his way over to the base of his cock, then gripped it in his hand and kissed lower. Jonah trembled. Blood roared in his ears. The only sounds he heard were his own staccato breaths and the pounding rhythm of his heart.
It was filthy and freeing to stand in Spencer’s house with his pants down and Spencer paying loving attention to his cock. He licked a trail up the underside of Jonah’s dick before taking the head into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. Jonah had never imagined being comfortable enough with anyone to allow them to do half the things Spencer had done to him. Which were only a fraction of the things he wanted to do with him.
Jonah watched Spencer take more of his cock into his mouth. A breath caught in his throat, and Spencer dragged a guttural groan out of him when he took him all the way down to the root. Already, Jonah’s balls tightened and heat pooled in his core.
“You’d better stop or I’m going to come down your throat,” Jonah warned, but Spencer moaned his approval and Jonah nearly lost control as the vibrations caressed his dick.
After a few deep breaths, Jonah found his ability to speak again. “That was mean,” he said.
Spencer shrugged a shoulder as if to sayso what?
Jonah sank his other hand into Spencer’s hair and stepped back, releasing his cock from Spencer’s wickedly talented mouth. He tilted Spencer’s head back and bent down, kissing him soft and open, tasting the salt of his skin on Spencer’s tongue.
Spencer’s hands slid up the back of Jonah’s legs and he gripped Jonah’s ass cheeks, then pulled them apart. Tenderly, tentatively, Spencer brushed his fingers over Jonah’s hole.
“I want you so fucking bad,” Jonah panted against Spencer’s mouth.
Spencer stood, his motions hardly smooth or fluid, but Jonah didn’t care. He was still the sexiest man Jonah had ever seen. What Jonah loved best was the way Spencer immediately swept him into his arms and didn’t say anything else. He kissed him quick and deep. A kiss that was hot and full of promise, before he reached back and locking the door with an audible click.
Spencer led them to his bedroom. He grabbed the duvet and yanked it off onto the floor, and Jonah found himself grinning. A wide, feral smile of anticipation and satisfaction all in one. A smile that he couldn’t contain and didn’t want to. It slipped away when he turned and looked at Spencer in time to see him whip his shirt off over his head.
He stalked toward Jonah in two steps, like a predator on the prowl. Jonah was suddenly very small and not afraid, but curious. Excited. He hadn’t bothered to right his clothes, and he bent over and shoved his pants and underwear off. Losing his balance, he nearly toppled over as he pulled his socks off but managed to stay up.
He straightened and started undoing the buttons of his shirt, but Spencer was there, batting his hands away and looking Jonah in the eyes as his fingers worked their way down Jonah’s shirt.
