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Emilio moaned and spread his legs, giving Spencer room to work. A hot tongue lapped at the head of his dick, and then Spencer opened his lips wide and dropped them down, taking Emilio in deep right from the start.
“Fuck, Spence,” Emilio groaned. He tangled his fingers in Spencer’s hair and encouraged his movements. “Like that. Just like that.”
He looked down and moaned at the sight of Spencer curled over his lap, his head bobbing as he massaged Emilio’s balls with one hand and stroked his own dick with the other. Underneath the conservative clothes, fancy college job, and sweet blushes lived a voracious sex kitten. And Emilio thought he might have been the first man to discover that. Damn, was he ever lucky.
“Love you, Spence,” he said. He massaged Spencer’s head and thrust his hips up in small increments. “You ready for me?” he asked, but he already knew the answer, knew Spencer loved the taste of him. Spencer moaned and sucked harder. Yup, lucky. “Ungh,” he moaned as his pleasure peaked, then he arched his neck, closed his eyes, and stilled as his cock pulsed into Spencer’s eager mouth.
“C’mere,” he said just as soon as he was done. His muscles were languid, brain a little fuzzy, but he knew what he wanted.
Spencer blinked up at him, his tongue still lapping at Emilio’s dick. Fuck, that was hot. He lay back on the bed, his legs still hanging over the edge, and pulled Spencer over to him. “Wanna touch you,” he explained, and then he encouraged Spencer to straddle his hips and reached for his rigid shaft, wrapping his fingers around it.
“Oh!” Spencer cried out.
“That’s it, come on,” Emilio encouraged as he pulled.
Spencer planted his hands on Emilio’s chest and thrust up into his hand, grunting and moaning. It didn’t take long before he was speeding up and then his eyes flew open, looking right at Emilio as he gasped and came, his hot seed spilling over Emilio’s hand. Emilio stroked him through it and then pulled him down for a soft kiss.
When Spencer’s body relaxed and the kisses came slower and slower, Emilio rolled him onto the bed and pulled the covers over him. “Call me later,” he whispered, kissing his temple before getting up.
“’Kay,” Spencer mumbled, sounding sleepy. He yawned, closed his eyes, and cuddled under the blanket. “Love you.”
So sweet. His man was so sweet. Emilio smiled, feeling light, happy, and grateful as he started his day.
EMILIO was thirty feet off the ground, running wires across beams when his phone rang, so he didn’t answer it. When he was safely on his feet, he called Spencer back, getting his voice mail. They traded calls all day, never connecting.
When he was almost done for the day, Emilio found a quiet corner and called Spencer again. “Hey, cariño, I know you got another class and then that meeting, so we can talk tonight, okay?” He lowered his voice and added, “Thanks for this morning. Been thinking about how much I wanna return the favor all day.”
He disconnected the line and smirked at the thought of Spencer listening to his message and getting aroused. That cut both ways, though, because turning Spencer on ramped Emilio right up. He groaned as his dick started to fill and reached down to adjust himself.
“Yo, this is a job site! Keep your hands out of your pants, bro.”
Emilio rolled his eyes as he turned around, flipped his brother off, and said, “Whatever.”
“So what favor you gonna return?” Henry asked.
“You really wanna know?” Emilio asked, arching his eyebrows.
“Was it hot?”
“Fuck yeah,” Emilio groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head for a whole different reason.
“Then tell me.” Henry walked closer.
Not wanting to broadcast his sex life to the whole crew, Emilio darted his gaze around to make sure they were alone. “Spencer can suck like a dream.”
“Yeah?” Henry sounded envious. “Does he swallow?”
“Uh-huh.” Emilio nodded.
“Fuck! You’re lucky.”
“Stacy doesn’t swallow?”
“Nah.” Henry shrugged. “I mean, I ain’t ever asked her or nothing, but no. It feels good, right? I bet it feels good.”
Figuring the question was rhetorical, Emilio ignored it and said, “Why haven’t you asked her?”
“I don’t know, man. I feel bad enough asking her to put her mouth on my dick. Asking her to let me cum in her mouth seems like too much.”
Emilio chuckled and punched Henry in the arm. “Why would you feel bad? She probably likes it.”
“You think so?” Henry asked disbelievingly.
“Sure. Why not? I like it.”
“Well, yeah, but getting a blowjob isn’t the same as giving one.”
“I meant I like giving them.”
Henry’s eyebrows shot up. “Seriously?”
“Oh, yeah,” Emilio said, a little growl sneaking in as he thought about how much he enjoying taking Spencer into his mouth and making him shake and cum. “Love it.”
“Huh,” Henry said, absorbing the information.
“What’re you guys talkin’ about?” Martin, Emilio’s second oldest brother, asked as he walked up to them.
