“Yes, sir.”
Those words. As if I weren’t already turned on enough, he’s just taken it to the extreme with those two little words.
I unzip my jeans and withdraw my straining cock, giving it a couple of strokes to relieve some of the pressure that’s been building since Spencer opened the door tonight. I grip his hair again with one hand, and with the other I bring my cock toward his lips, but not quite within reach just yet.
“Is this what you want?” I ask him.
He nods. “Yes. Yes, I want it.”
I rub the tip of my cock over his lips, letting out a sharp hiss as his tongue sneaks out to lap at the beads of precum gathering there. Before he can get too into it, I pull my cock away and I can’t help the grin that stretches across my face at the groan of utter despair Spencer releases, as though I’ve just deprived him of the sweetest treat.
“Would you like some more?”
He nods eagerly, his eyes flashing with hunger. “Yes, sir. Please.”
“How much more?”
“Al of it,” he begs. “Please.”
I let out a soft chuckle. “You’re very greedy, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You want me to fuck your throat, don’t you? Make you choke on my dick…”
He nods. “Yes, sir.”
I draw his head forward and once again bring the very tip of my cock to his lips, teasing him for a moment, before pushing past his lips and into his mouth. I grip his hair tightly with both hands, holding him in place as I thrust my hips gently, pushing deeper down his throat with every movement. Despite how unbelievably incredible it feels I’m careful not to go too crazy with the thrusting; I don’t actually want to choke him.
From the corner of my eye, I see Spencer’s right hand moving over his cock as he strokes himself. I quickly withdraw my dick and give a harsh yank of his hair. “Did I say you could touch your cock?”
He lets go immediately, returning his hand to his side. “No, sir.”
“On your feet.”
I release Spencer’s hair so he can stand and then I move behind him, taking hold of his wrists and securing them at his back. I spare a quick glance around the room and notice a wood-paneled wall that’s free of any decoration. Perfect.
I prompt Spencer forward until he’s right up against the wall, then I pin his arms above his head, pressing his palms flat against the smooth surface of the wall. “These stay here,” I tell him, before leaning in close to his ear to add, “or there will be consequences.”
He nods. “Yes, sir.”
I take a moment to simply admire the view of Spencer from behind before tugging my wallet from my back pocket and retrieving a condom and a single-use package of lube. Then I quickly shrug out of my clothes until I’m as naked as Spencer is. I’m not sure why exactly, but the fact that I’ve seen every inch of him but he hasn’t seen me yet gives me a little thrill.
I tear open the lube and coat two of my fingers. Stepping right up behind Spencer, I push my fingers inside him, satisfied to hear him let out a soft groan.
“I loved fucking this ass,” I admit as I continue to work my fingers. “Did you like it, Spencer? Did you like having my big cock in your ass?”
“Yes…” His voice is a little strangled, probably because I’ve just brushed over his prostate. “Loved it.”
“I know you did. You came all over the wall in that hallway. That was naughty, Spencer. Someone had to clean that up.”
“I couldn’t help it,” he gasps out through heavy breaths. “Too good…”
“I know. And you’re going to come hard again tonight, aren’t you?”
“Yes…so close already…”
I withdraw my fingers and give him a playful tap on the ass. “Uh uh. Not until I say you can. Got it?”
He nods. “Yes, sir.”
11
Spencer
* * *
My legs are shaking and my arms are starting to burn from being held up for so long; I feel like every inch of my body is over-sensitized, like the merest touch is going to set me off. And it feels so fucking good.
Despite his talk of fucking me, Will doesn’t enter me straightaway; he continues with his teasing and taunts, pushing me closer and closer to the edge until finally, finally, I feel the slick head of his cock breaching my body. His inward thrusts are torturously slow, driving me absolutely fucking crazy as he edges inside inch by inch.
Finally, he bottoms out, and the feeling of total and utter fullness is so overwhelming I can barely think straight. All I need now is for him to start fucking me hard and deep in the way that’s certain to get me off in no time.
But of course, he doesn’t. He goes slow. Excruciatingly, exquisitely slow. Enough to take me right to the verge, but nowhere near enough to send me over.
I can feel the bare skin of his chest plastered to my back, the heat of his breath against my neck. His hands slide over my chest and I let out a sharp hiss as he pinches my nipples.
“Do you like that, Spencer?” he murmurs in my ear.
“Yes,” I rasp out. “Yes, sir.”
He lets out a soft chuckle and pinches my nipples again. The sting is accompanied by a harder thrust into my ass, the combination prompting me to let out a weird, keening moan.
Seemingly spurred on by my reaction, Will increases his tempo; he continues to tease my nipples, his hot mouth sucking at my neck as he snaps his hips in and out.
I’m so close; I can feel the climax building and building, to the point where I can barely stop myself from dropping my arms and grabbing my cock. I don’t, though. Will told me not to. Besides, if he keeps going like this I won’t need any extra stimulation to get off.
As if he’s reading my mind, Will pulls out of me and the next thing I feel is his fingers digging hard into my shoulder as something warm covers my lower back and ass. The strangled groan he looses as he reaches his orgasm goes straight to my balls, and the fact that he’s decided to mark me with his cum instead of shooting into the condom is seriously one of the hottest things ever.
He wraps his arms around me, taking a moment to recover. Then he murmurs into my ear, “You’ve been a good boy, Spencer. Do you think you’re ready for your reward?”
I nod eagerly, the words tumbling out of my mouth in a desperate rush. “Yes, sir. Please, sir…”
He lets out a soft chuckle before reaching down to wrap his hand around my throbbing cock, stroking me with firm, sure movements. I’ve been brought so close to the brink it doesn’t take long at all before I’m tossing my head back against Will’s shoulder and letting out a desperate groan as I come hard into his hand.
He clutches me tighter around my chest with his other arm, giving me a second to gather my breath before bringing his cum-covered hand up to my mouth so I can eagerly lap up the mess I’ve just made. I have no problem eating my own cum, although I’d much rather it be Will’s. That tiny sample of his precum I had earlier has made me desperate for a proper taste. I guess I’ll just have to be patient.
Once I’ve completely cleaned up his hand, he reaches up to grip my wrists, guiding my hands back to my sides. Slowly, I turn around so I can face him. My arms are like lead but I lift them to wrap around his neck anyway, drawing him in closer and claiming his lips.