Page 51 of The Virgin
“Soon,” he answered Jonah’s pleas, then retrieved the lube off the nightstand.
He looked at Jonah, hoping that his face said all the things he couldn’t. About how much he loved experiencing this with him. How important Jonah was to him, had always been to him. Spencer knew he couldn’t live without him.
After giving Jonah a smile with his soft, love-filled eyes, Spencer sat back on his heels and fumbled with the lube, squirting an ample amount into his hand. He reached down and spread it over Jonah’s hole, then worked a finger inside him. Watching him breathe and squirm and stare at Spencer with lust and awe in his eyes.
He opened his mouth and shut it again without saying anything to Spencer. Jonah tilted his head back, elongating his neck, and Spencer leaned down and kissed his throat, mouthing over the skin, feeling Jonah’s breathing change as he inserted two fingers into his ass.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.”
“Need you in me,” Jonah croaked, his voice already hoarse. “Please. Pleasepleaseplease.”
Jonah raised his arms and gripped onto the headboard, anchoring himself as Spencer continued to work him open with gentle strokes.
“You’re still so tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. Please. Trust me, okay?” Jonah’s eyes snapped open and he looked at Spencer, pleading.
Spencer pulled his fingers out and lubed his cock. “You sure?” he asked once he’d lined his cock up with Jonah’s hole. He’d rather eat glass than hurt Jonah, but the way Jonah looked and moved and begged Spencer with his body, pushing back on him, opening himself as more pleading words poured out of his mouth, Spencer didn’t doubt Jonah knew what he wanted or how he wanted it.
Spencer slowly pressed forward, and Jonah’s mouth dropped open. He remained silent for a few seconds before a groan ripped out of him, increasing in volume the more Spencer slid into him.
Jonah pulled Spencer down into a kiss. He wrapped his legs around Spencer’s waist and urged him closer and closer until Spencer was fully seated inside him. Jonah pulled out of the kiss and panted a few times.
“God, you’re fucking big.” He reached between them and gave his dick a few strokes. “Move,” Jonah begged. “I need you to move.”
Spencer grabbed Jonah by the hips and slowly slid out until just the head of his dick remained inside. Then he slid back in, fast and hard, and Jonah’s back bent like a bowstring. His hand flew over his cock, working it fast and furious. Sweat already beaded on Jonah’s forehead and Spencer slowed down to a glacial pace, letting himself feel every contour of Jonah’s insides until Jonah was a sweaty mess of desperation beneath him.
“Spence—I need—I need—” Jonah furrowed his brow. His face and chest were pink and rosy.
Spencer pulled out and helped Jonah flip over. He pressed his chest to the bed, leaving Jonah’s ass up in the air. He settled behind him and put one hand on Jonah’s lower back. The other he used to line his cock up and slide it back inside.
Jonah cried out and pressed himself into Spencer, taking his cock down to the root in one move that left Spencer wound tight and out of breath.
Then Jonah fucked him. He braced his arms on the bed and used the leverage to rock himself back on Spencer’s cock. “Holy fucking shit, Jonah. God, you’re so hot like this.”
He stroked his hand down Jonah’s back, sweat sliding under his hand. He didn’t care. Jonah whimpered as he fucked himself with Spencer’s dick.
Spencer let him go on for a few more minutes, but when he couldn’t take it anymore, he leaned forward, gathering Jonah tight against him, blanketing him. He braced himself with one arm on the mattress and reached down with the other, wrapping his hand around Jonah’s cock.
“Love the way you feel,” Spencer whispered in Jonah’s ear. “So hard for me. So wet and needy.” Spencer smeared his thumb over the head of Jonah’s dick, spreading his precum around.
Jonah moaned. He might have said something in response to Spencer, but nothing that had come out of his mouth sounded like words.
“I love this. Love you. Love being the only one who’s ever heard you like this. Seen how fucking gorgeous you are. How incredible you are. So tight.”
Jonah whimpered.
“I love you, Jonah.”
Jonah cried out and came, bucking furiously into Spencer’s grip, flooding his fingers with cum. Spencer jerked him through his orgasm, then pulled out. He was perilously close to his own orgasm, and it only took a few strokes of his own dick with his cum-slick grip.
His balls tightened and he shouted, coming on Jonah’s ass. Ribbons of cum painted his skin, and Spencer kept jerking, then slid his still-hard cock back inside Jonah. It sucked him in like it was meant to be there, and Jonah let out a needy mewling sound.
He trembled under Spencer and, after a few more thrusts to ride out the rest of his orgasm, Spencer pulled out. Instead of jumping up to wash his hands or clean up, because that didn’t matter, Spencer flopped down next to Jonah and tugged him into an embrace.
Jonah squirmed until he was on his side facing Spencer. They kissed again, this time slower and more tender, without the desperation from earlier.
Spencer grazed Jonah’s cheek with the tips of his fingers. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
