He grimaces. “Gross, Ryan.”
“See? It works.”
“Fine,” he sighs. “Turn around.”
I face forward, hands braced on the chair, ready for him. I barely have time to suck in a breath before, “Oh fuck!” I shout, as the thick head of his cock pops in, stretching me wide, burning in the best possible way.
“Not so cocky now, are you, ball boy?” His voice is pure sin.
I throw one hand to the wall, needing the support. “Justgive me a minute, then you can move.”
Spence doesn’t answer. Instead, his hand glides up my back, into my hair, and he tugs my head back, mouth grazing my ear. “Keep your head like that.”
I obey. Then I feel the gentle thwack of leather against my ass—just a little tease. “Mmm,” I purr, already gone.
“Close your eyes,” he commands. I do, and then the cool leather wraps around my neck. The belt buckles snug, not choking, just reminding me who’s in charge.
“Good boy.” His praise makes me ache, and then—without warning—he slams all the way in. My mind blanks out. I feel everything: the fullness, the heat, the pulse of his cock inside me.
Yet somehow…I need more.
“Spence, I need you to move.”
He answers with action—belt leash tight in one hand, the other gripping my hip as he fucks me hard, driving into me, relentless, perfect. My noises are pure filth, echoing off the high ceilings of this hotel room, sweat beading on my skin as Spenceloses himself. I swear I see visions, whole galaxies behind my eyelids.
After a few minutes of driving into me doggy style, Spence slows, then pulls out. I whimper at the loss. He laughs, voice rough. “Needy boy. Come here.”
I straighten and lean back against his chest, my thighs burning, muscles trembling. Wrapping his arm around my midsection, he helps me off the chair.
With one hand still fisted in the belt wrapped around my neck, he moves me a couple steps back from the chair, and shifts me aside.
Then…this sex god of a man just drags his eyes down my body, setting every inch of my skin on fire with his gaze. He steps close and wraps his free hand around my hard length.
“Look at you. Such a pretty boy,” he says, low and gravely. “That’s what you are, aren’t you?”
All I can do is nod.
“Pretty boy with a big, pretty dick and a pretty ass.”
“Spence,” I whine.
Chuckling, he finally sits in the chair, legs spread, cock shining. He pats his thighs. “Come take a ride.”
I groan, unashamed, and climb onto his lap, straddling his thighs. I sink down in one go, his cock sliding into me smooth and easy. Spence groans, hands gripping my thighs, then my waist.
I grab his head and press our foreheads together.
His jolts his head a little with panic.
I laugh, “Relax. I’m not going to kiss you. I know the rules.”
His body eases, eyes meeting mine.
“I just want to see your face while I ride this thick fucking dick.”
I roll my hips, riding him slow at first, then faster.
Spence’s jaw drops, awe and hunger written all over him. “Jesus, Ryan. The mouth on you. I really had no idea—”
