“God, Cole,” Spencer said as a silent tear slide down his cheek, and he allowed Cole to kiss it away before it reached his quivering lips. “This sounds like a fairy tale. Hell, it even looks like one. We just met… how can we… what is going on?”
“I’m acting entitled, aren’t I? And you hate that.” Cole sighed, massaging Spencer’s naked shoulders, his hungry gaze traveling over his chest to his nipples that hardened under the scrutiny. “I just… I saw your post and—”
Spencer bit his bottom lip, stepping in closer, his hard cock nudging against Cole’s thigh. “Shhh. Stop talking.” He gently nipped at Cole’s stubble on his jaw. “It’s so much and not enough. And I want more and more until I feel like I’m going to explode. I want this feeling in my chest to keep growing until it fucking terrifies me.”
Spencer was barely able to finish his sentence before he was hefted off his feet. He quickly straddled Cole’s waist and pointed toward his bedroom while he shoved Cole’s heavy coat off his shoulders and went for his throat.
Eight
Cole
The moment Cole had seen Spencer’s post in his Facebook group, he’d told his driver and Axel to bring the car around. He hadn’t been kidding when he said he’d be waiting for Spencer’s call, and that’s exactly what he’d done. He’d stayed up half the night working on a project, then managed to convince his secretary to rearrange his schedule for next week.
Cole had to pull his hands off Spencer’s cheeks to allow him to remove his coat. It hit the hardwood floor with a thud, and he kept their mouths sealed as shaky fingers went for the buttons on his dress shirt. Spencer wasn’t the sure, cocky manager that’d worked him over last night in the lounge. This was the real Spencer. He ran his nose along his temple and into his messy hair as he waited patiently for Spencer to finish undressing him. Fuck, he smelled so good. Cole massaged those sculpted shoulders, and Spencer’s head fell to the side, his breath puffing sensually against his throat.
Spencer had answered the door shirtless, and Cole’s plan to say something charming went right out of the head on his shoulders, and the one below his belt took over. The sight of all that pale, smooth skin over tight abs with just a slim patch of dark hair below his navel made his mouth water. And all he could think of was taking what he’d craved last night in his quiet hotel room. He wondered if Spencer had thought of him too.
“I thought of you a lot last night,” Cole whispered, caressing the strong planes of Spencer’s back, pulling him so close to his chest he could feel his rapid heartbeat. He trailed lower until he got to the swell of Spencer’s ass, his fingers slipping easily beneath the waistband of his thin sweatpants. Oh my god. Everywhere on him felt like fucking satin. “Baby, you feel so damn good.”
Spencer glanced up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. “I hardly slept… thinking about the way you kissed me, the way you looked at me. I was up all night regretting that I didn’t ask you to stay.”
Cole kissed him tenderly. “No more regrets. No more.”
He laid Spencer down on his large bed, not bothering to take in much of his surroundings. Even though the place appeared comfortable, lived-in, and warm, there was nothing in there more enticing than the man spread before him. Cole removed the rest of his clothes, his eyes never leaving Spencer’s as he unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop to his feet. He crawled up Spencer’s body, licking and tasting him as he did, taking his time now that he had nowhere to be.
Spencer arched his back, his legs spread wide as Cole lapped at the supple skin on the inside of his thigh. “Cole. It’s been too long for you to tease me.”
“I’m not teasing you, beautiful.” Cole sucked Spencer’s balls into his mouth, humming in satisfaction when blunt nails scraped against his scalp.
“Ahh, fuck. More.” Spencer groaned, hooking one leg around Cole’s shoulder.
Cole lost himself in Spencer’s body as he gave himself to him so freely, his sweet thighs trembling from his touch anytime he squeezed his ass. “I can’t fuckin’ get enough of you. Turn over.”
“Cole, please,” Spencer begged, raising his supple cheeks in the air, aiming for his mouth. Cole didn’t make him wait long. Neither of them was exhibiting much patience, and Cole wondered if it’d been as long for Spencer as it had for him. “Yes. Deeper.”
Cole plunged his tongue as far inside Spencer as he could, opening him with his fingers and slowly stroking his cock. He did it until Spencer said he couldn’t take any more and turned them until Cole was flat on his back. His lips felt raw and swollen, but it didn’t stop him from pulling Spencer against his chest and kissing him just as passionately as they did in the dark parking lot last night. They ate at each other’s mouths until Cole had to break away for air.
“I said I was gonna have my mouth all over you,” Spencer breathed against his jaw. He ground their hard cocks together as he wound on top of him, as if he were trying to crawl inside of him. “Will you let me have a taste?”
Cole nudged him with his chin, burying his nose behind Spencer’s ear and seeking out that soft-cotton, sleepy scent that seemed to be clinging to his sexy body. “You can have any damn thing you want from me,” Cole said with one hundred percent honesty.
Spencer’s mouth was shy at first, but as he explored across his chest and down his abdomen, his kisses and tongue grew bolder. The feeling of his hot breath on the head of his slick cock made him buck his hips in the air. Spencer traced lazy laps around his base and up to his slit, dipping his tongue inside.
“Fuck.” Cole clenched his thighs, trying his best not to humiliate himself. But goddamn Spencer’s warm mouth.
Spencer bobbed and moaned on his dick, his saliva dripping down his shaft as he tried to take him to the back of his throat. He came off with a choking gag and smiled sexily through his hazy, blue eyes. “Should’ve known you’d be well-endowed.” Spencer licked his lips, then sucked him into his mouth, rolling his balls on his palm.
“Jesus fucking Christ. Ugh. Spence, baby. You gotta… you gotta give me—” Cole could feel the heat creeping up his neck to his cheeks. He was about to fucking blow like a rocket. For a man who claimed to be out of practice, it sure as hell wasn’t showing.
Spencer crawled up his chest and settled his ass over his cock so it was rubbing deliciously along his crease. “I need you in me, Cole.”
Cole swallowed thickly. He’d wanted his surprise visit to end like this, but now that he had Spencer on top of him, worshipping his body like he was a king, his own insecurities caused a bundle of nerves to settle in his stomach. He wanted to be good—no, fuck that, he wanted to be great. Spencer was the sexiest man he’d ever been with, and if he only managed to last a couple of minutes, he’d die.
“Hey. Relax,” Spencer whispered before he softly kissed his lips. “We’re gonna go nice and slow. It’s been a long time, and I want to feel you as deep as I can get you.”
Cole’s eyes rolled as he dug his fingertips into Spencer’s hips. “I just need a minute,” Cole breathed embarrassingly.