Page 33 of The Spare

I got her.

She’s the one woman who’s always been out of bounds for me, and I’ve been the one guy who couldn’t step in to give her a spin before she tied the knot with my brother. She’s the jewel in any crown, an absolute knockout, and through some devious, magical concoction involving a whole lot of impulse and bravado on my part and very little actual due diligence, she’s ended up with me and me alone.

My smugness in this moment only increases at the bitchy thought that there was no way Xav could have given her that orgasm just now. My brother may have moves—God knows, Ivy’s fallen for them, and she’s a connoisseur—but there’s no way in hell he would ever have got Slinks comfortable enough to fall apart like that.

She and I may be the most farcical opposites I’ve ever encountered, but clearly, we’re majorly compatible in one respect. Complementary, you might say.

I may be focused on making her feel comfortable here, but I have to ask the question that’s been teasing my consciousness for a long, long time. I let my free hand roam encouragingly over the soft skin of her back as she finds her rhythm, and ask, ‘Have you ever fantasised about us like this?’ She sits down on my cock and stares at me, her beautiful hazel eyes going round and nervous. ‘Because I have,’ I reassure her. ‘Every filthy fucking way you can imagine.’

Her mouth drops open. ‘Really?’

‘You betcha.’ I squeeze her arse. ‘But I could never have imagined how good you’d taste, even when I licked you for hours in my mind.’

Her facial expression is priceless. It’s somewhere between wanting to clutch her pearls and running for the hills, but if I’m not mistaken, there’s a flush on her cheeks that looks pleased, too.

I’m going to enjoy shocking the fuck out of my hot little wife for a very long time.

‘Keep riding me, sweetheart,’ I tell her. Her eyelids flutter as she draws herself up and pushes back down. Jesus Christ. I’m sweating with the effort of staving off my climax.

She buries her head in my neck. ‘I’ve fantasised about you,’ she confesses in a whisper against my skin. The impact of her admission is like a shot of whisky, warming me from the inside out with an impossible glow.

‘That’s my girl.’ I stay still, allowing her to keep her face buried. Clearly, she’s not as comfortable opening up about this shit as I am. ‘When?’

A little laugh. ‘More than once.’

‘Yeah? Give me an example.’ She hesitates, her entire body going stiff. ‘Only if you want to,’ I add hastily. I really hope she wants to.

‘I seem to… really get off on watching you playing sports,’ she admits, and I let out a pained chuckle. Pained because I’m not sure how much longer my dick can survive this. ‘Tennis and cricket, mainly.’

‘Wasn’t expecting that.’

‘You’re very athletic. It’s… hot.’ She pulls her head up and looks at me. Her face is flushed and gorgeous.

‘I’m even more athletic in bed,’ I assure her, earning me an eye roll.

‘And when we dance together,’ she continues with a self-conscious shrug.

‘Move for me, sweetheart. What is it about us dancing together?’

‘Well, it’s usually pretty filthy,’ she grits out as she begins to move again. ‘Like that time at Xavier’s thirtieth—dancing with you is like vertical sex.’

A stab of guilt punches me squarely in the throat. Here she is, guileless and brave, confiding in me with no clue that I pulled her onto the dance floor that night just so Xav could go and find his ‘birthday present’—a.k.a. Ivy—waiting for him in the lilac bedroom.

Still, that dance with Slinks was a massive turn-on. That night she was, as she always is, the most beautiful woman in the room.

‘I hope the real thing is even better,’ I mutter gruffly, and she gives me a shy smile.

‘It is.’

This may not be the best position for leverage, but I’m sweating with the effort of holding off. I press my forehead to hers. ‘Can you come like this?’

‘I never have,’ she confesses, dropping her eyes.

‘I’m sorry,’ I pant, ‘and I’m glad, because I’m about to disgrace myself, so at least the bar is low.’ She giggles, her hands doing laps of my back and shoulders, and I feel the vibrations of her laugh in my dick. I lean back further, ignoring the shaking in the hand and arm holding my weight. ‘Finish me off, princess,’ I urge her. ‘But I promise I have a growth mindset when it comes to getting you off. We’ll get there, I swear.’ I can barely get the words out.

I tilt my head back and watch the spectacular show that is Slinky, naked and glorious, riding my dick, her perfect little tits bouncing, hair everywhere, eyes dark, lips parted, a tiny crease appearing between her brows every time I bottom out on her. She may not be capable of orgasming like this—yet—but I’m damned if she’s not feeling something. The intensity of this first fantastic fuck is written all over her beautiful face.

A glance downwards shows my dick disappearing inside her body over and over, her perfect cunt stretched around me, and it’s the best fucking porn I’ve ever seen. The impossible heat I’ve been attempting to stave off consumes me, and I abandon all attempts to hold myself up, collapsing flat on the bed. She comes with me, leaning forward, hair cascading everywhere, finding my mouth with hers as I grip her waist with both hands, shoving her down onto my cock over and over.