Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

He leans down, and his lips take mine, his tongue gently sweeping through my open mouth. My knees weaken.

“Put your arms around my neck, angel,” he murmurs against my lips, knowing he has to direct me.

Angel.

I tentatively put my arms around his strong shoulders, enjoying the way he looks down at me with his big blue eyes.

You could cut the sexual tension between us with a knife. I can feel his hard erection up against my stomach, and strangely enough, I want to… I want to feel it.

This feels strangely intimate and special, even though he’s just told me at dinner that it’s not.

“Are you behaving, Mr Spencer?” I whisper up at him.

“God, I don’t want to.” He leans down and kisses me again. “You make me want to misbehave.”

“What happens when you misbehave?”

“We fuck,” he whispers into my mouth. “Long, deep, and hard.”

My insides begin to melt as I imagine his naked body on top of mine. My arousal throbs between my legs as his lips take mine again. For a long time, we stand in the same spot, kissing like teenagers.

Our kiss turns frantic. He walks me to the couch and falls back, pulling me down and making me straddle his lap.

His hands are in my hair and our faces are pressed together as our kisses become more erotic.

His lips drop to my neck and he bites me hard.

“Maybe I should give you a huge hickey to really piss Wyatt off?” he breathes against my skin. “That’ll teach him to mess with me.”

“Spencer.” I gasp and pull my neck away from his teeth. “Are you insane?”

His eyes find mine. “Maybe.” I can feel his huge erection up against my sex and he grinds me onto his body.

“Rock onto me, angel,” he whispers. He grabs my hipbones and begins to slowly rock me back and forth over his hard erection. My body responds, quivering with pleasure.

Oh God, he feels good.

My hands are in his hair, and we stare at each as a perfect moment of clarity runs between us.

We continue to kiss, my body slowly rocking over his, and without any warning my body begins to shudder. Spencer hisses in approval.

“Let’s go to bed and fuck,” he whispers hoarsely.

I pant, a myriad of emotions running through me. “What?” I whisper as my arousal fog instantly disappears.

“Let’s fuck,” he mumbles against my neck.

“You want to fuck me?” I whisper, shocked at his candour.

“God, yes.” He growls as he kisses me again. “Tell me you want to fuck me, too.” He moans against my breasts.

Suddenly, I have this out of body experience watching him in his aroused state. “Spencer?” I say.

“Spence,” he corrects me, and his teeth bite my nipple through my blouse.

“I’ve never…”

His kiss turns frantic, and he drags me across his hard cock.