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Jonah huffed out a laugh. “Any way I can get you.”
“Are you ready for that?” Spencer skated his hands down Jonah’s back until they came to rest on his hips. He slid over them, grabbed handfuls of Jonah’s ass, and gently squeezed.
“Spencer, please. Just don’t let me think, okay?”
“You’ll have to do a bit of thinking. You need to tell me what you want? Top? Bottom? If you’re not sure about that, there are a million other things I can do to you.”
“I don’t want to think. I don’t want any of those decisions. Please. I trust you.”
“Okay, Jonah. I got you.” Spencer leaned forward, blanketing Jonah’s back with his chest. He kissed the corner of Jonah’s mouth, heat flaring when Jonah craned his neck to deepen the kiss despite the awkward angle.
Though Spencer worried about where they’d end up after all this, he never once considered not giving Jonah anything he wanted. And if Jonah one day wanted Spencer’s heart, he was ready to give that to him too.
CHAPTER 17
JONAH
Spencer had magic hands.There was no other explanation for the way his entire body had gone boneless. Well, there was one bone in his body, and it throbbed incessantly to the rhythm of Jonah’s heart. A heart that was in his throat. Spencer had rushed over to look after him and that was more than Jonah could handle, apparently.
His throat clenched around an emotion he couldn’t name, but it didn’t matter if he could put words to how he was feeling. There would be time for that later. Right now, Jonah had one goal and that was to let this play out. Suddenly he didn’t care if what they did ended in penetration, one way or the other, though secretly he wanted Spencer to take him like this. To stretch him open with his talented, slippery fingers before pinning Jonah down and sliding inside him.
But if they didn’t get that far, it evidently didn’t matter to Jonah. All this time, sex had been this big roadblock in his life, but maybe it was a symptom. An excuse. Maybe Jonah’s real issue was trusting people. He’d never trusted anyone the way he did Spencer.
Magic hands stroked their way down Jonah’s back. Powerful thumbs dug into Jonah’s tired muscles and eased the knots out of them. Jonah was happy to not rush Spencer. If it took all night for him to get around to doing more, Jonah would happily luxuriate in Spencer’s attention.
But then they were kissing. Awkwardly, because Jonah was on his stomach and Spencer was straddling him, pressing him into the bed. It was lopsided and imperfect and Jonah never wanted anything or anyone more than he wanted Spencer in that moment.
Spencer pulled away, and Jonah melted into the mattress. One hand dragged down his spine and the other…oh. Oil drizzled down the crack of Jonah’s ass, and Spencer shuffled around, changing positions. Thick fingers made their way down the crease of Jonah’s ass, and he gently teased Jonah’s hole with them.
He’d touched himself there, of course. He’d even fingered himself, but Spencer’s touch was the stuff fantasies were made of. Slippery and soft, but confident. Certain. Safe. Jonah nearly came right then just from knowing that, no matter what, Spencer would never hurt him.
Even if he’d wanted to say something, he couldn’t. Not when Spencer’s ministrations continued. He paused only long enough to urge Jonah to shove a pillow under his hips and to carefully arrange Jonah’s erection so that it pointed down. Now, Spencer had access to it instead of it being pinned to his stomach.
“Tell me if there’s anything you don’t like,” Spencer said.
“Ha,” Jonah managed to say. “As if. God, Spencer. I can’t even think. I feel wonderful.”
“Good.” Spencer’s mouth was torturously close to Jonah’s ear, and he shuddered when Spencer’s warm, wet lips mouthed the shell of his ear. One finger, just the tip, pressed inside and though he anticipated it, the intrusion was nothing short of shocking. And amazing. Though he’d anticipated that too. But nothing prepared him for reality. Imagination only got him so far.
Reality beat the shit out of imagination, Jonah discovered, when Spencer’s finger slid deeper, dragging sounds out of Jonah that he’d only heard in porn videos. His fingers flexed and he gripped the sheets, then released them with a sigh as Spencer’s finger retreated.
He couldn’t have stopped the whimpers and whines if he tried, but especially not after Spencer worked him open with that one thick finger before carefully adding another.
“That’s right,” Spencer said. “Let me hear how much you like this.” Spencer’s voice was a caress on Jonah’s soul, soothing fears and insecurities that he didn’t even know he’d had until they were gone. Spencer was in control, and therefore Jonah could do no wrong if he wasn’t the one driving. All he had to do was lie back and try not to get into his own head too much. But there was little fear of that happening when Spencer’s fingers brushed over Jonah’s prostate. It was a firework of sensation. An explosion of bliss that stole his breath.
Spencer kissed Jonah’s cheek. His ear. The little patch of skin on his neck that always made Jonah shiver, even though it probably tasted like massage oil. If Jonah could have anything he wished for, he’d wish that he could have this forever. This moment. This certainty that he was safe. That Spencer would protect him and look after him and, heck, maybe if he was granted two wishes, he’d wish that Spencer loved him for real. That he wanted this for more reasons than the fact that he was too nice to say no to Jonah. Too good of a person to let Jonah remain a tangled-up mess forever.
Fingers, thick and delicious, spread Jonah wider. Spencer worked him open with quiet confidence. A practiced ease of someone who thankfully knew what the hell he was doing, because Jonah had no idea. The only thing he was capable of doing was lying there, panting and begging for things he’d only dreamed of.
In all his wildest fantasies, it wasn’t this good. It was always with a faceless entity. A ghost of a person. The mechanics of it were hot in his mind, but nothing compared to having Spencer’s fingers inside him, stroking in and out.
“Spence—” Jonah couldn’t hear himself think past the want that ripped through him. He’d never been more ready or more sure about anything in his whole life. He wanted Spencer with a ferocity that made him claw at the bed, more like a feral cat than a person now.
“I’ve never been with anyone, Spencer.” Jonah’s face flushed, hot with embarrassment and need. “Do we need condoms?”
“I’ve been tested, but…are you sure?” Spencer paused and waited for Jonah’s answer.
“I trust you. Please, Spencer. I want to know…” He wanted to know what it felt like to have someone inside him with no barriers. Just skin and skin. But not just any someone. He specifically wanted Spencer. More than he’d ever wanted anything. Because Jonah had never been with anyone, and Spencer hadn’t been with anyone recently, they’d decided that bare was fine. Spencer had gotten tested to be safe, because he’d never put Jonah at risk.
