Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 89598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
“Hey, at least let me turn on some lights!”
“You need the mood set?” Del laughed as he fiddled with the dimmer in Spencer’s bedroom, settling on a soft, barely there glow. Then, instead of pouncing on Spencer as he expected, Del stuck his phone on the speaker accessory on Spencer’s dresser. Strains of an acoustic version of a heavy metal classic soon filled the small space. “There. That’s my music-to-get-fucked-by playlist.”
“I like it,” Spencer said as Del sank to his knees in front of him. “Like that too.”
“I know.” Del palmed Spencer’s all-too-eager cock through his pants. “Fuck, I’ve wanted to blow you in these pants all damn night.”
“No one stopping you now.” Spencer’s voice went from nonchalant to breathless as Del took out his cock, licked all around the head. Unlike the first time he’d done this for Spencer, Del took his time, little teases and flicks of his tongue until Spencer was half growling and half moaning.
“Suck it.”
“Now, now, didn’t anyone teach you manners?” Del chided before going back to teasing with the tip of his tongue.
“Please.”
“Better.” Del started a shallow bob of his head, a rhythm just slow and deep enough to drive Spencer out of his head. “Don’t come. Still want you to fuck me.”
“Promises, promises.”
Del responded by going super deep and sucking hard, and it took everything Spencer had to not shoot on the spot.
“Okay, damn, you win,” Spencer gasped.
“Yeah, I do.” Laughing, Del pushed Spencer’s pants down, then helped him out of his T-shirt. “Fuck. You are so hot. Get on the bed.”
“Did I miss the part where you’re in charge?”
“Yup.” Del’s grin was pure wickedness. “Pay better attention.”
He did a little shimmy in time with the music, and Spencer took a seat on the bed, not to comply with the command, but to have a good seat for what he hoped was Del’s striptease.
“Okay, okay, but give me a good show.”
“Oh, I plan to.” Closing his eyes, Del swayed in time with the music. His eyeliner was smudged around the edges and his mouth was puffy, both giving him a debauched air that Spencer really dug. He flashed his abs a few times before removing his shirt. Lowering the zipper enough to show Spencer that he was going commando, he wiggled his ass and spun, clearly getting into it now. “Get the stuff out. Want you ready.”
“Trust me. I am.” Spencer retrieved the lube and condoms from the nightstand. Naked now, Del’s eyes narrowed, a hunter stalking his prey as he straddled Spencer’s lap, continuing to move in time with the music. “Fuck. You can give me a lap dance any time.”
“Yeah? You wanna pretend I’m a pretty dancer you bought a night with?” Del waggled his eyebrows.
Spencer was no stranger to role play, but he didn’t even have to think about it. “Nope. Wanna pretend you’re you, Del Bacon. You’re all I want tonight.”
“Aww.” Bacon dipped his head for a lingering kiss. “I like when you get all romantic on me.”
It was on the tip of Spencer’s tongue to tell him that he didn’t do romance and to not get used to it, but that would be a lie. Del made him want to be a romantic, made him want to pamper and treasure, made him want to say all the pretty words that Del deserved.
Del continued his bump-and-grind on Spencer’s lap, but slower now, more sensual as he slid against Spencer, kissing him until all Spencer knew was this man, this song, this rhythm that they built together. At some point, Del had grabbed a condom and he rolled it onto Spencer with deft fingers. Intending to finger Del, Spencer reached for the lube, but Del batted his hand away.
“This is my show.” Del got his own fingers slick and reached behind himself while leaning in for another kiss. Then, before Spencer really had time to register what was happening, he slicked up Spencer’s cock with a firm grip and then started lowering himself down. His head tipped back, and a breath hissed out, and Spencer wasn’t sure he’d ever seen a more beautiful sight.
His hands stroked Del’s sides as Del panted through several breaths. “That’s it, baby. Go as slow as you need.”
“No fun in that.” Del slid further down, slick, tight heat enveloping Spencer’s cock. “Fuck. I love your cock.”
“It’s pretty fond of you too,” Spencer managed to tease, one of his hands coming up to stroke Del’s beautiful face. Spencer reveled in the way Del loomed over him as he gyrated, using his height to his advantage. Their mouths met, and Spencer was the one groaning. Had he had this before? This blend of playful and seductive? In that instant, everything felt brand-new again, his world transformed by this mesmerizing man.
The music had shifted to a song wailing about forever being too short, and Spencer kissed Del with new intensity. He was utterly seduced by him in a way that had little to do with the fuck—or rather, the sex felt like a reflection of how the seduction had completely stripped him bare, left him wide open to emotions he hadn’t felt in years. Del was moving in earnest now, long, slow glides that had him moaning against Spencer’s lips.