“Cole,” Spencer murmured against his mouth, sucking Cole’s bottom lip between his teeth before licking it soothingly. “Your body feels so good.”
Goddamnit. Spencer sounded drunk, his smooth skin gliding wonderfully against Cole’s chest, his bright eyes cloudy with desire and yearning. Cole’s cock leaked along his abdomen, slicking the way as their cocks dragged along each other in a desperate battle for dominance. Spencer grunted and pressed his ass down hard on top of him, making Cole’s toes curl. Just when he was about to call for another time-out, Spencer reached in his nightstand and pulled out an unopened box of condoms and a well-crumpled tube of lubricant.
Spencer was watching him closely as he tore the box open, then the plastic wrapper, and began to roll the thin piece of latex down his weeping cock. Cole knew he was leaving marks on Spencer’s thighs, but he couldn’t stop squeezing as he battled to control his body.
“I know that a lot of people have preconceived notions about billionaires. They think that… that you know… because…” Cole mumbled. The tips of his ear burned like they’d been touched by the devil, his face heating as he confessed his anxiousness.
“Because they’re the richest men in the world, and most likely playboys… that they’re also supposedly great lovers.” Spencer quirked one brow as he seductively spread a generous amount of lube down his shaft. “I don’t need you to be great, Cole. I just need you to be you.”
Cole frowned slightly as if offended. “I’ll try to meet your high expectations.”
Spencer chuckled lightly. “I meant let’s just make this about me and you. If I was allowing my preconceived notions to affect anything, then you wouldn’t be here, Cole. I realized that I have to toss that shit to the side if I want to see where this could go between us. I know this is pure lust, and I know this is going to be fast. But I also trust—” Spencer closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he lined Cole’s head up to his hole and started to slowly lower himself on top of him. “That this won’t be our only time. I know I’m more than a hot fling when you’re passing through Virginia.”
“You’re so much more than that. And I’m going to show you as long as you’ll let me,” Cole managed to say as he watched Spencer’s body swallow his cock. “Oh my god. So fucking much.”
“Cole,” Spencer whimpered once he was seated firmly.
Cole struggled not to greedily snap his hips upward, but Spencer felt so hot and snug around him. He waited as Spencer carefully rocked back and forth as if he was getting used to the fullness before he leaned forward and took Cole’s mouth in a searing kiss. Spencer lifted his ass and dropped it down on Cole’s pelvis, and he thought he’d shoot off the bed.
“Ungh, fuck, Spence,” Cole breathed. “I knew you’d feel this good.”
Spencer sat up and threw his head back, his mouth open, his neck elongated and flushed. “You’re so deep,” he panted.
Cole could feel his orgasm brewing in his balls, the electrifying sting traveling quickly up his spine. He wanted this to last longer, forever, had hoped it would, but he knew it was inevitable. Because one look in Spencer’s eyes and he knew he was a goner. He wrapped his arms around Spencer’s back and squeezed him to his chest as he began to meet his downward thrust. He smoothed one hand up his spine until he got to the nape of Spencer’s neck where he held him with their foreheads together as they sexed each other passionately.
As he gazed into those startling eyes, he made Spencer promises he knew he could keep. Spencer wanted someone he could trust, someone real. He wanted a simple man that would care for only him. And that’s all Cole wanted to be when he got home at the end of the day… not a billionaire, just a simple man, nestled in the arms of another.
Nine
Spencer
Spencer unhurriedly rocked back and forth on Cole’s hard, thick cock, snapping his hips with each downstroke and reveling in the sharp gasp Cole would make when he did. Fuck, Spencer hadn’t been able to find a single fault in this man since he’d first spoken to him. He was sure Cole wasn’t perfect, but that wasn’t what he wanted. He just needed someone who was going to put him first and act like a decent goddamn human being. That wasn’t too much to ask. And as he stared down into Cole’s warm, brown eyes, he saw the sincerity and the honesty in his answer. Cole would treat him like he wanted to be treated.
Spencer couldn’t believe the sound that escaped his mouth when Cole drove in at another angle, hitting him in a place that made the stars finally reappear in his dark world. He wanted to speed up and chase that amazing feeling at the precipice like the crazed, love-starved man he was, but he kept the pace sensual, relaxed. Cole inched his knees up and spread them wider, his strong hands on Spencer’s waist, holding on as if he was afraid of what was creeping up on them. Spencer had the back of his arms on Cole’s shoulders, both of his fists full of his wavy, brown hair while he whispered in his ear.
“I can feel you’re ready. Come inside me, Cole.” Spencer moaned. “Please.”
“I want you to come with me,” Cole bit out, his hot breaths bursting against Spencer’s Adam’s apple. He wedged his hand between their bodies and wrapped his fingers around Spencer’s cock and started to stroke him in rhythm. “It’ll always be about you first, baby.”
Spencer felt his entire body tense, the muscles in his thighs contracting painfully as his orgasm roared to the surface. He hollered out, hoping his screams too could be heard throughout the building while Cole squeezed his cock in a grip that made his back arch.
“That’s it, beautiful,” Cole grunted.
Spencer shot again and again, his seed slicking Cole’s brutal grip and making a mess between them. It was so erotic and hot that Spencer found himself wondering if he was dreaming. Had he taken too much melatonin? He buried his flushed face in Cole’s shoulder, his body drifting somewhere above him when he felt himself being turned over on his back and Cole’s heavy body pressing him into the bedding. With great effort, Spencer opened his eyes just as Cole eased back inside of him. Spencer allowed Cole to place his leg over his shoulder, as he plunged in and out of his relaxed hole with shallow thrusts. Cole turned his head and kissed Spencer in the bend of his knee, then along his chest until he got to his mouth.
Cole slammed himself deep inside of him and stilled as he released into the condom, his body trembling, both of them watching each other with a confusing intensity. “Jesus.” Cole groaned against his jaw as he lazily rocked them together.
Spencer stretched his neck to the side, allowing Cole to bite and suck on him as he came down from what sounded like a fantastic orgasm. “Mmmm,” Spencer moaned in content when Cole was too soft to say inside him any longer. And he was already thinking how many minutes Cole needed before he could go again.
Cole tossed the wasted condom in the trash can near the nightstand, then pulled Spencer under the tousled sheets until his back was nestled against his chest. The wiry hairs tickled his shoulders and raised goose bumps on his skin that caused him to squirm.
“Hey.” Cole chuckled sexily, dragging his nose through Spencer’s hair. “I need at least a half hour.”