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Spencer claimed to be out of practice, but it sure as hell wasn’t showing. Heat crept up Cole’s neck to his cheeks. He was about to fucking blow like a teenager.
Spencer took pity on him and released his dick before he embarrassed himself. But his reprieve was short. Spencer crawled up his chest and settled his ass over Cole’s cock so it rubbed along his crease.
“I need you inside me, Cole.”
Cole had hoped his surprise visit would result in this, but now that Spencer was on top of him, worshipping his body, his own insecurities caused a boulder of nerves to land 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 two minutes, he’d die.
“Hey, relax,” Spencer sighed against his lips. “We’re gonna go nice and slow. It’s been a long time for me, and I want to feel you as deep as I can take you.”
Cole dug his fingers into Spencer’s hips. “I just need a minute,” he panted embarrassingly.
“Cole,” Spencer murmured against his mouth, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth. He gazed into his eyes. “You’re not the only one close.”
Spencer sounded drunk, his creamy skin gliding against Cole’s chest, his bright eyes cloudy with desire and yearning. He made an erotic sound when Cole’s dick nudged his hole. It was so snug and inviting it made his toes curl.
He was seconds away from calling for another time-out when Spencer reached into his nightstand and pulled out an unopened box of condoms and a half-full bottle of lube.
Spencer watched him the entire time he worked the package open. He rolled the thin piece of latex down his cock, and Cole knew he was leaving marks on Spencer’s thighs, but he couldn’t stop squeezing.
“Umm… I know a lot of people have preconceived notions about powerful men. They think that… that you know… because…” The tips of Cole’s ears burned. “Because they’re the richest men in the world and most likely playboys… then they must be great lovers.”
Spencer quirked one brow while he spread a generous amount of slick down his shaft. “I don’t need you to be great, Cole. I just need you to be you. Don’t try to be perfect or show off. Just realness, okay?”
“Okay.” Cole didn’t know what else to say. Spencer had said it best.
“I know this is a lot of lust mixed in with this love, but I trust you, Cole. I know I’m not a fling for you when you’re passing through town.”
Spencer lined his head up to his hole, took a deep breath, and slowly lowered himself.
“You’re so much more than that, Spence, and I’m going to show you every day,” Cole managed while watching Spencer’s body swallow his cock.
“Fuck, you’re tight, baby.”
“Oh god,” Spencer whimpered once he was seated.
Cole struggled not to snap his hips up, but Spencer was so hot and cozy around him that he struggled to stay in control.
He waited for his angel to adjust to the fullness, until he began to rock his hips back and forth.
Spencer leaned forward and took Cole’s mouth in a searing kiss. He thought he’d levitate off the bed when Spencer lifted his ass and slammed it down on Cole’s pelvis.
“Goddamnit,” he breathed. “I knew you’d feel too fuckin’ good.”
“You’re so deep in me I can taste you.” Spencer threw his head back, his mouth open, his neck arched and damp with perspiration.
Cole had no restraint; he was all need and craving.
He wrapped his arms around Spencer’s back and squeezed him to his chest, thrusting his hips to meet his downward thrust.
He caressed Spencer’s spine until he got to the nape of his neck. He held him with care, their foreheads touching while they sexed themselves crazy.
He stared into hopeful eyes while Spencer made him silent promises Cole knew he’d honor. Spencer wanted someone he could trust, someone real. He wanted a simple man who would care for him more than he did his money. And that’s all Cole wanted—to just be him when he went home at the end of the day… not a billionaire, not a CEO, just a simple, happy guy, nestled in the arms of the man who loved him.
Spencer
Spencer lazily rocked back and forth on Cole’s cock, snapping his hips with each downstroke and reveling in the tortured groans Cole made when he did.
