Page 38 of Tempted By the Safety

He pops off my cock and stares at me, breathing hard. “Nobody’s ever done this to you?”

My face heats, the flush spreading down my chest. “I’m usually the one on the giving end.”

Spencer dives back down and takes me deeper than before, his lips stretching around my shaft, his tongue flattening against the underside. He pulls back and goes down again, and again, working more of me into his mouth each time until the head presses against the back of his throat and he gags, pulling off, coughing once into his fist.

“Hey,” I say, stroking his jaw. “Easy. You’re not being scored.”

But he doesn’t stop. He leans down and sucks on my balls, one and then the other, his tongue moving over them, and then he goes lower still, his hands on my thighs, spreading me wide andpushing my knees up toward my chest. His breath moves against my entrance, and I whimper. He licks one slow line straight over it, and my whole body jerks.

He starts lapping at me in earnest then, his tongue broad and insistent, and my last coherent thought is that I’m glad I took a thorough shower before this, and that I haven’t eaten anything all day, not even those pretzels he bought me. Then he pushes his tongue inside me and my thoughts scatter entirely, replaced by the wet heat of him fucking into me, opening me up.

A few beads of precum leak from my cock, and I’m pulling him away by the hair, the words tumbling out. “Spencer, wait, please, I’m gonna… I don’t want to come yet.”

He stops and straightens up, hovering above me with his cock in his fist, giving himself a few slow strokes before grabbing hard at the base.

“Please, Spencer, I need you inside me.”

He reaches toward his nightstand, fishes in the drawer, and comes back with a bottle of lube and a strip of condoms.

I look at the condoms, then at him. “Would you fuck me bare?” Then, before he can think I’m reckless, I add, “I haven’t been with anybody else since my last test. Months. I’ve been so busy with—” I gesture at nothing, meaning the job, my family, everything.

Spencer goes still, then sets the condoms on the nightstand. “After the kitchen,” he says, voice low, “when you told me you wanted me to fuck you. I got tested, too. Everything came back clear.”

He went to a clinic for this? Sat in a waiting room, gave his name at a desk. He’s been thinking about this,about us.Holy shit.

I take the bottle of lube from him and make a show of it, pouring some onto my fingers and reaching down between my legs. I start with one finger, pushing in slow, watching his face as he watches me. He hasn’t moved, his hand still gripping his cock.

“Add another one.”

I smirk at him. “Bossy.”

But I do it, working two fingers in, scissoring them. He watches where my fingers disappear, hips twitching forward.

“Another,” he growls.

I add a third finger and gasp at the stretch, at the burn that isn’t quite pain yet. I work myself open, fucking into my own hand, and Spencer makes a sound low in his throat.

“I need to be inside you, Milo, or I’m going to come all over you before we even start.”

“Wouldn’t mind that,” I say, grinning, but the look on his face stops the rest of the tease, and I tell him instead, “Lie back.”

He stretches out on the mattress, and I climb over him and pour lube generously over his cock, working it up and down once, twice, watching his stomach tighten. I reach behind myself and guide him to my entrance.

It stings at first, even with all the preparation, because Spencer is huge and my body needs a moment to remember how to do this. When the head of his cock breaches me, we both groan, his hands coming up to grip my hips.

“Take your time,” he says, strained.

He’s holding me steady, not pushing, just keeping me balanced as I sink onto him at my own pace. I go inch by inch, feeling every ridge of him, every vein, until he’s fully seated inside meand I’m sitting flush against him. I stay there for a long moment, breathing through my nose.

“You’re so big,” I tell him, and my voice comes out helpless. “Stretching me so good, Spencer, I love sitting on your cock.”

He jerks inside me at that, a full-body twitch.

“I wanna sit on it all day,” I continue. “Never getting off.”

“Show me,” he says. “Show me how much you like it, sunshine.”

I start moving, rising up until he’s almost out of me, then sinking back down hard. I hold on to his biceps for balance, feeling the muscle flex under my hands as he begins to thrust up into me, meeting me on the downstroke.