Damn it, this guy is really winning me over.
“Why didn't you tell me sooner?” he murmurs, putting his face in the crook between my neck and shoulder. “I would've understood; I could've helped.”
“I'm afraid.” The words slip out before I mean them to. Once I say them, I can't decide if I mean the whole murder-mystery thing, or my attraction to Spencer, my flirtation with the twins. All of it. Everything.
“We'll find these pieces of shit, I promise you that,” he tells me, lifting his head up to look at me. Our gazes connect with a spark that brings me to life, and it's like my body's moving of its own accord.
Spencer turns me around and positions my hands on the wall, fingers splayed. He curls the fingers of his right hand through mine, and I shiver as his lips kiss hot droplets of water from my bare shoulders.
“Condom?” I manage to remember that little piece of the equation, even as Spencer grinds his hips against me, teasing me in places nobody else has ever touched.
“Fuck, yeah, I almost forgot.” He lets go of me briefly, and I lean my forehead against the wall, struggling to control my breathing. I lost my virginity last week; this week, I'm standing in a hot shower waiting for a boy I thought was dead to romance me.
Fuck sand, sun, and surf. This is so much better.
Spencer comes back and pushes the showerhead away slightly, so that it's just a warm mist settling over our skin. He traces my body with his hands as I stand there trembling.
“You okay, Virgin Chuck?” he asks with a bit of laughter in his voice. I nod, but I'm both scared and excited at the same time. It's a lot, to go from someone who's barely hit second base, to someone who's now naked in a hot shower with their crush.
“Just nervous,” I whisper, and Spencer wraps his arms around me from behind, our slick skin rubbing together, the heat from our bodies mixing with the shower. “But I want this, I do.”
“Are you sure? We can go back out there and play Candy Land with the twins instead.”
“You're such a dick,” I grumble, but then he's sliding his hand back down between my legs and touching me in ways I've only ever touched myself. It feels a hundred times better when he does it though, his fingers dancing a rhythm that loosens up the tension in my muscles.
Spencer kisses the side of my neck, using his left hand to position himself at the aching heat of my core. He eases forward, filling me up with a single, hard thrust. And that's it, we're joined together.
My fingers curl against the wet tiles on the wall as Spencer begins to move, working his body between my thighs, his lips teasing the side of my neck. When he reaches up and turns my chin with his fingers, we share this hot, messy kiss over the shoulder that does all sorts of things to my stomach, turning it into a knot of feelings and emotions that I can't even begin to go through.
My back arches when Spencer's left hand cups my breast. He's touching every part of me, and I love it. I want more; I feel like I can't get close enough.
We work our bodies together until I'm panting and shaking, until my knees promise to knock my ass to the floor if I don't sit down. That's when Spencer scoops me up in his arms and lays me out on a towel on the bathroom floor, covering my body with his steaming hot form, his muscles taut and covered in warm droplets, his pelvis fitting perfectly between my hips.
I love the feel of him on top of me, the weight of him, the pressure of his body driving into mine. There's no give in this floor either, so it's a totally different experience from the bedroom last week, when we were both dipped in confusion and heartbreak and frenzy.
Spencer comes first, his body tightening above mine, hands locking on my hips as he spills himself into the condom. He pulls out quickly, sweating and panting, and ties it off.
“See?” he teases with a grin, and then wraps it with toilet paper before tossing it into the trash. Before I can think up a smart retort, he's curling up beside me, his hand curving between my legs, his lips claiming my own.
He's patient with me, and even though it takes a while, Spencer coaxes an orgasm from me, using his thumb and two fingers to work all my most sensitive spots. His hot slash of a tongue switches from my mouth to my breasts, making me thrash, white splotches flickering behind my lids.
It hits me in a rush, this warm wave of pleasure that uncoils from my center and takes over my entire body. A scream starts to break from my throat, and Spencer clamps his hand over my mouth.
