“I'm not … super sex savvy,” I whisper, and Spencer laughs, putting his forehead up against mine for a moment, his hyssop and cedar scent mixing with the bleach and soap smell of the bathroom.
“I'll teach you,” he whispers back, and then he's pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it aside. His eyes darken as he takes me in, the bindings covering my breasts. “Oh, Chuck-let,” he murmurs. Without a word, I turn and he takes the end of the wrap, tucked in behind the strap of my bra, and pulls it out. “Spin for me.”
“It's too much like Shakespeare In Love,” I groan, putting my hands over my face. “I can't do it; I hate that movie too much.”
Spencer pauses, and then he snorts with laughter, yanking on the bandage so hard that I stumble back into his arms.
“You are too much, Chuck Carson,” he says, carefully unwinding this morning's work. The white strand drifts to the floor, and my heart begins to pound again. The back of my bra comes undone, and the hot pink fabric falls forward, exposing my breasts.
I can't fucking breathe, I think as Spencer puts the palm of his hand on my belly. His mouth is way too close to my ear. Every time he breathes, I feel my hair flutter, and my knees get weak.
“I hate that you guys lied to me, but I'm pretty excited about this little secret of yours.” Spencer's warm palm slides down my stomach and his fingers deftly flick the fly open on my slacks. He dives in, cupping me through the fabric of my underwear. “I cannot wait to see these sexy little panties …” And then he pushes my slacks to the floor with his other hand, revealing, not the cute lacy pink panties that match the bra I was wearing, but instead a pair of men's tighty-whities with a pair of rolled up socks stuffed in the loose crotch. “What the hell?”
My whole body goes up in flames, and I struggle to free myself from his grip.
“Just in case I got pantsed!” I grumble, elbowing him and getting nothing but a wall of hard muscles for the effort. “You guys can be dicks, you know. Not to mention the rest of the school. I never knew when someone might go for a classic bullying move.”
Spencer squeezes my rolled up socks and groans, sagging against me.
“For the second time, Chuck, I'm feeling up your dick, and I am so turned-on.” He pauses for a moment. “Like, this totally feels fake, but last time … what was I grabbing exactly?”
“Okay, enough of that,” I mumble, trying to pull away. Instead, Spencer slides his hand inside the underwear to retrieve the socks, tossing them aside before he goes back in, cupping my bare body and making my head spin.
“You're beautiful, Charlotte Carson,” he murmurs, slicking a single finger along the wet heat between my thighs. “Old man underwear and all.” Spencer slips inside of me with two fingers, and I see colors, rainbows bursting in my vision as the pleasure races through me like a summer storm.
He holds me up with his right arm around my waist, his bare chest pressed to my back, his teeth nibbling along the edge of my ear. My entire body breaks out in goose bumps, and a soft sound slips past my lips. My lids feel suddenly heavy, like I've been drugged with pheromones.
I can feel Spencer's heart beating behind me, hear the wild panting of his breath as he dips those two fingers into my core and brings stars dancing across the colorful splotches in my vision. It's like a symphony of light inside of me, all these shooting stars twinkling from head to toe.
Our breathing echoes in the quiet bathroom, and I just hope to hell that nobody breaks in here and climbs the wall again. Doubt I'd hear them; Ranger has a right to worry.
Spencer's right hand slides up and cups the heavy mound of my breast, teasing the sore flesh with a gentle kneading motion, his thumb tracing the edge of my nipple.
It feels so good, I get lost in the sensations, so much so that I forget exactly where I am. If you think about it, it's a pretty risky place to do this, in an all-boys' school, in an all boys' dorm, in the all-boy's bathroom. And with a murderer or two or three on the loose?
We must be idiots.
And yet I can't stop.
Spencer lets go of me and steps back. When I turn to look at him, his turquoise eyes are dark with need, and he's slowly and meticulously stripping the last of his clothing off.
I follow suit.
We end up under the hot burn of the shower, my back pressed to the white marble walls, one of Spencer's hands on my ass as he kisses me with a vicious desire that turns my inhibitions to ash. The thing is, he's kissing me with the same level of passion and want that he did when he thought I was a boy.
