Page 14 of The Virgin
“Is this okay?” Spencer gently dragged his mouth down and kissed Jonah’s neck.
From head to toe, his body trembled under Spencer’s touch, and he gripped the edge of the counter, willing his weak knees to hold him up. Jonah couldn’t form words, so he tilted his head, offering Spencer greater access to his neck.
Spencer didn’t disappoint, and Jonah had never known the exquisite sensation of stubble prickling his skin until Spencer dragged a series of kisses up and down his neck. It was easily the hottest thing he’d ever experienced, and it took all his available resolve not to press his dick into the counter and rut against it.
“Tell me how far you want to go,” Spencer asked, turning Jonah around. Spencer took Jonah’s face in his hands and cradled it before leaning in and licking his way inside Jonah’s mouth again. Breathless and boneless, Jonah had no words for Spencer. No rules, no limits. Just a current of lust that threatened to sweep him away.
“Answer me, Jonah.” Spencer stopped kissing him and stared into his eyes with concern. Jonah realized how worrying it might be for Spencer to have his friend pinned up against a counter, knowing that he didn’t have a single clue what the fuck he was doing.
“I—” Jonah couldn’t speak. He didn’t know how far he wanted to go. Part of him wanted to roll over and let Spencer slam his cock inside just to get it over with, but that was all kinds of wrong. That was his fear brain talking, making up nonsense to scare him out of doing things he wanted. “I don’t think I’m ready for the whole enchilada, so to speak.”
Spencer choked on a laugh and pulled Jonah closer with one arm suddenly wrapped around his waist. “Then how about this? We take this to the living room and make out. I’ll let you lead and we’ll go at your pace.”
It was hard to think with Spencer so close, smelling so fucking good, but Jonah managed to shake his head. “I’m shit at leading the way. I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“Okay, then I’ll lead, but you’ll stop me if I go too fast, okay?”
“I trust you.”
Spencer’s gaze softened at that, and he brushed a quick kiss against Jonah’s lips before guiding him into the living room. Spencer sat on the couch and tugged Jonah down into his lap. Keeping one arm wrapped around Jonah’s middle, he used his other hand to urge Jonah’s mouth closer.
It was surreal to be sitting on Spencer’s lap. Jonah had been in similar situations before, but he’d always panicked even though he knew it was foolish. It was just sex. It was kissing and touching. Mouths and hands and bare skin. But he’d never been able to relax with anyone to let them get anywhere.
Spencer pulled him closer and crushed their mouths together. This kiss was already miles different from the gentle ones earlier. Heat flared in Jonah’s body, spreading like grass fire, sweeping through him from head to toe. He cupped Spencer’s face and deepened the kiss. Their tongues tangled and danced, sliding back and forth. Jonah raked his fingers through Spencer’s hair, then twisted around, repositioning himself so he was straddling Spencer.
The groan that tore out of Spencer when their bulges pressed against one another was the stuff spank banks were filled with. Spencer took the cue from Jonah, and his large hands started to explore Jonah’s body. Jonah rocked forward, chasing friction, as Spencer’s hand slid down Jonah’s back. He caressed Jonah’s ass through his pants and tugged him closer, making them rut against each other.
Jonah’s dick was so hard he could barely think. It was trapped in a slightly painful—but maybe painful in a good way—position in his pants. His balls were tight to his body, throbbing with the need to release already.
“Slow down,” Jonah begged.
“Sorry.” Spencer was quick to apologize,.
Jonah let out a breathless laugh.“Don’t apologize. I was too close, that’s all.” Jonah’s admission killed some of his desire.
“Stop that,” Spencer admonished him, and before Jonah knew what was happening, Spencer wrapped his arms around Jonah and flipped them over. Jonah was suddenly lying on his back on the couch, pinned underneath Spencer’s much larger body. His dick twitched in his pants because, holy shit, that was the hottest thing that had ever happened to him. Which wasn’t difficult, given his scant sexual history, but still.
“It’s okay to let go, Jonah. Let me show you.”
Jonah squeaked out a response, but it didn’t matter whether he was understood or not because Spencer’s mouth covered his at the same time one of his hands skated down Jonah’s body. God, Spencer’s touch sent sparks through Jonah’s body. He arched into the warmth of Spencer’s hand like a stray, touch-starved cat.
Spencer slid his hand across Jonah’s untoned stomach, then lower and lower, slowly creeping up on Jonah’s throbbing erection. The first brush of Spencer’s hand on the front of Jonah’s pants had him whimpering and pressing up into Spencer, too thirsty to worry whether he was doing anything wrong. Eventually he’d have to think about reciprocating, but right now Spencer seemed happy to press his throbbing hard cock against Jonah’s leg while he popped the button on Jonah’s pants.
He touched him over his briefs, which was both too much and not enough. Jonah was desperate for more, and less, and anything. He didn’t know what he wanted or needed other than more of this. But he was overwhelmed with it, like it was going to consume him. Spencer’s kisses slowed and his touches eased off, and Jonah’s lust slowed from a rolling boil to a gentle simmer.
“That’s it, that’s good.” Spencer kissed his way up Jonah’s jaw. The rasp of his stubble did things to Jonah that he didn’t know were possible. He wanted to experience it scratching across every inch of his body. Someday. Not today. Today, he wanted to come with Spencer’s hand on his cock.
“Please, Spencer.”
Jonah’s whole body buzzed with life. His pulse rushed through his ears. His heart was a drumbeat, pounding louder and faster the hotter he got. He writhed under Spencer’s touch and, blessedly, Spencer kissed him again, silencing his fool mouth before he said something stupid. Being as old and inexperienced as he was had been a source of anxiety until now. Jonah had never had someone touch him the way Spencer did, like he might die if he didn’t get to. At least that’s what Jonah told himself as Spencer’s hand slid into Jonah’s briefs and took hold of his throbbing, leaking cock.
If Jonah had to describe his dick, he’d use the words “exceedingly average,” but Spencer didn’t seem to mind. He growled his approval into Jonah’s mouth and started to stroke Jonah’s cock.
He wound his arms around Spencer’s neck and followed his lead. After a few strokes, Jonah was so lost to lust that he couldn’t even kiss Spencer back. Spencer kissed Jonah under the ear instead, returning to that spot that made Jonah’s body turn to static.
Jonah whimpered and arched into Spencer’s hand, chasing his release. Fuck, he was so close. Then Spencer dragged his tongue around the shell of Jonah’s ear before he spoke. His voice was deep and sexy, gravelly in a way Jonah had never heard before.
“Let go, Jonah. Come for me. Let me see you.” Spencer’s breath was warm on Jonah’s skin.
