12

Luke

We stumble through the apartment, taking off our shoes and discarding our clothes on the way to Spencer’s bedroom.

I’m shirtless by the time his door slams shut behind us, but before I can tug off his T-shirt, he crowds me into the wall.

The feeling of him makes me delirious. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I chase his skilled mouth like it’s my salvation.

Between rough kisses, Spencer nips at my bottom lip, drawing a high-pitched whine from my throat. It’s so desperate and breathy that I don’t even recognize it as my voice. Embarrassment floods through me, but he tightens his grip on my waist before I can pull away.

“That was sexy as hell,” he says, his voice low and butter-smooth. It slides over my skin like caramel. “I wanna hear you, sweetheart. Let me know how much you want it.”

Those words are like a key, unlocking something deep inside me and from that moment I let my moans fall easily, not caring how loud I get.

Spencer groans, pausing to rip off his T-shirt. I watch the slow reveal greedily, first those abs, then the defined muscles of his pecs. My cock strains against the front of my trousers, already weeping a little at the tip.

He looks gorgeous, a statue carved from marble, and all I want to do is show him how much I missed him.

Giving into the urge, I sink to my knees.

Spencer pauses, brow furrowing. “What’re you doing?”

Instead of answering, I press my face into his crotch, mouthing at the clothed head of his cock through the soft material. He hisses, a hand sliding up to tangle in my hair and, spurred on by his reaction, I eagerly suck a wet spot into his sweatpants.

The hand in my hair tilts my head back and I blink up at Spencer, a little dazed. It should scare me, how much I like being on my knees for him, but all I feel is an overwhelming amount of affection.

The look in his eyes is one of hunger mixed with something more intense. A thumb swipes reverently over my wet lips, dipping into the soft opening of my mouth and pressing against my tongue, before slipping out again.

“You are perfect.” His voice sounds ragged. “My beautiful angel.”

My whole body feels like it’s on fire, consumed by the heat of him. I allow Spencer to drag me to my feet and undress me the rest of the way, tossing my trousers over the back of his desk chair. When we’re both naked, he guides me gently to the bed. The feeling of those large hands arranging me how he pleases is euphoric, and my stomach tightens with every brush of his fingers over my skin.

I want him so bad, want every part of him inside of me. Nobody could have told me we’d end up here after that dumb kissing bet, but I’m glad we did. This is the best I’ve ever felt; under the long length of his body, arching up to drag our cocks together.

Spencer laughs breathlessly. “Impatient fucker.”

“ Please, Spence.”

“What do you want, sweetheart?”

I bite my lip, hesitating for only a second before reaching for his cock. It sits heavy and hot in my palm, wet and slick. “Want you inside of me. Please.”

His answering groan reverberates through my body. I lie back easily when he pushes my shoulder, watching him grab some lube and a condom from his bedside table before spreading my legs eagerly, welcoming him inside of them.

“This might feel weird.” He slicks his fingers with lube as he talks, brushing over my stomach in a soothing gesture. "I need you to breathe for me.”

When thick fingers probe my entrance, I let out a high-pitched sound that can only be described as a whine and almost throw myself off the bed in embarrassment.

But Spencer just grins at me, that wicked smile that makes his eyes light up, and increases the speed. His fingers brush that special place inside me and I gasp, arching up into him. I follow his rhythm, pushing my hips down as he pumps up. Working myself on his fingers like it’s the last thing I’ll do on this Earth.

“There you go,” he says against my cheek. “You’re a natural.”

“Can you hurry up? Before I die of old age.”

He peppers my face with quick kisses, the sweetness a stark contrast to the increased pressure of his fingers working me open. “So feisty all the time.”

When he finally deems me ready, he slips on the condom and takes himself in hand. Tension curls in my stomach. Before he can move, I grab his arm.

Spencer stops immediately. “What’s wrong?”

“I’ve never done this before.”

His expression clears and the realization hits me—he was worried. Probably scared I wouldn’t want to do this anymore, but ready to stop as soon as I did.

Too bad for him he won’t get rid of me that easily, because I don’t think I’ve wanted someone as much as I want him. The thought of him inside me sends a flush through my body, sweat prickling at my temples.

“My promise from before still stands.” He scratches my chin. “I’m gonna make you feel so good you’ll forget your name.”

Willing my body to relax, I settle against the pillows. I trust him with every part of me.

“Okay, I’m ready,” I say.

He enters me with slow, steady thrusts, muttering calming words until he’s buried to the hilt. I squirm on his cock, feeling fuller than I expected to be. I love it, love how close we are, like we could meld into one person and stay that way forever.

Spencer lets out a choked sound that makes my eyes fling open, gaze landing on the slack look on his face. He’s trembling on top of me with the strain of staying still, eyes screwed shut and breaths deepening.

Smiling a little, I run a hand over his bare hip. “You can move now.”

“Thank fuck,” he hisses, thrusting into me slowly. “You’re so tight, Luke, I can’t believe it.”

It’s stupid to feel proud of that, but that doesn’t stop me from wrapping my arms around his neck and bringing my hips down to meet his. It certainly doesn’t stop my smile from widening when he picks up speed, even as pleasure courses through me. Then he changes the angle of his hips, and my world shatters.

With every thrust, he hits the little bundle of nerves deep inside of me. Moans spill out of my mouth until the room fills with the lewd sounds of flesh slapping and me coming undone. It’s a good thing we don’t have any other roommates, or else they’d be getting an earful.

My cock sits weeping and trapped between our bodies, sliding deliciously up against Spencer’s abs, the friction just light enough to take me to the edge. A calloused hand wraps around the base of my throat and just sits there. Not pressing, not choking, the grip light as a feather. Just enough to brand me as his.

Spencer lowers his lips to my ear, breath ghosting over the sensitive skin. “Now.”

He must have the cheat sheet to my body or something, because as soon as the word leaves his mouth my cock pulses. I scrabble at his shoulders, nails digging into heated skin as my orgasm washes over me like a wave.

My eyes roll into the back of my head. This is nothing like I’ve ever felt before, an all-body experience like a raging inferno, sweet pleasure wracking through me. My cock spills between us, making a mess of both our stomachs.

“Fuck.” Spencer buries his face in my neck, inhaling deeply. “Luke, you’re so perfect. Like you were made for me, sweetheart.”

Ignoring the pain of overstimulation, I widen my legs further and pump my hips, urging him on. “Come on, Spence. Come for me.”

His thrusts speed up into a powerful rhythm until the bed is rocking with our movements, knocking against the wall. All I can do is hold on and make him feel as good as I did.

Spencer’s orgasm hits him with a groan and slightly crooked teeth sink into my skin, drawing a hiss from my lips. But the sting of pain only heightens the pleasure, the heat of him filling me up from the inside out.

After a moment to collect himself, he pulls out and ties off the condom, tossing it into the trashcan by his desk. Then he collapses on the sheets beside me, chest heaving.

I crawl on top of him, ignoring our soft lengths and instead kissing underneath his high cheekbone. “Consider your promise fulfilled.”

“Told you.” He flashes a cocky grin, running a hand down the length of my back as if exploring the vertebrae in my spine. His touch is reverent, soft in a way I never knew he could be. “I’ve wanted to do that since the day I met you.”

“Three years is a long time to be pining,” I say, only half-teasing. But he doesn’t look mad, smiling ruefully.

“I know. It’s a good thing we’re as bad as each other, isn’t it?”

He’s right. I never allowed myself to see it, but I’ve been crushing on him since we met. Getting flustered at him being shirtless all the time should have been the major clue, but I guess I wanted to be willfully blind.

“Hey.” Spencer cups my jaw and looks at me with half-lidded eyes, his smile void of the usual wickedness. In its place is a quiet vulnerability that tugs on my heart like a magnet. “I’m kinda serious about you.”

“Only kinda?”

He huffs. “Luke.”

“Sorry.” I press a quick kiss to his defined cupid’s bow, feeling the dip under my lips. “I’m extremely serious about you. Like, to an unhealthy level.”

When his eyes light up, my body turns to goo in his arms. He curls a hand over the back of my neck and tugs our faces closer together. “Glad we could agree on something.”

“For once.”

Then he kisses me sweetly, a kiss full of all the things we never said to each other, and all the things we’ll say to make up for it.

I can’t help nipping around his mouth, trying to set the pace. We're still competitive, but now with added kissing. The kiss sears through me like hot metal, and I feel something loose inside of me settle into place. I arch into him further, chasing the feeling.

We pull apart, heaving in deep breaths, and I lay my head against his chest.

I’m glad we made that stupid bet, glad that it led to this. Because without it, who knows where we’d be.

The End.