Page 114 of Bone Deep
I grin, then get back up on the sofa. “Okay. Wildest place you've ever had sex?”
Spence's lips twitch and he says, “The liquor room in the back of the Cabo Wabo bar in Cabo San Lucas.”
I laugh and snark, “Wow. You answered that fast. But that's hot. Bartender?”
Spence sniffles and says, “Yep. Hot as fuck. Big ass.”
I shift uncomfortably, suddenly rethinking this new line of questioning. While the thought of public sex is hot, the thought of Spence with anyone else makes me want to rage. And it's funny, because I've never been a jealous person. But with Spence? Nope. Can’t even think about it.
Moving on, I hum to myselfand tap the dimple in my chin for the hundredth time today.
“Stop,” Spence commands in a voice that is pure gravel and lust. Hm. Maybe I can get him on track to horny town.
“What was the first thing you noticed about me?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “I'm not answering that. Besides, it's your turn to answer.”
I give him a confused look and Spence waves a hand at me and asks, “What's the wildest place you've ever...?”
“Ohh,” I say, laughing. “Right. That's easy.”
“Well, go on then.”
I lower my voice. “In the back alley behind a bar, face pressed against a brick wall with a sexy attorney's fat dick clapping these cheeks.” Then I roll to the side and grab a handful of my own ass. When I roll back, I catch him swallow and just the tiniest bit of his tongue sneaks out to wet his bottom lip.
Oh yeah,I think to myself.I've got him going now.
I decide to press a little more and say, “Okay, last question.”
Spence just nods, heat blazing in his eyes, and I continue, “What's your fantasy?”
He looks at me puzzled. “What?”
I shrug. “What's your fantasy, Spence? What excites you? What turns you on?”
Spence picks his coffee up off the table and tortures me with a long, drawn-out sip. Setting his cup back down, he leans back deep in the loveseat and then opens his legs wide, his thighs spreading against the fabric.
Fuck I love a good manspread,I think to myself,And I know he's doing it on purpose.
Spence clears his throat and I meet his eyes, clearly busted for staring at the heavy bulge between his legs. I swear I saw it twitch.
“My fantasy” he finally says, low and dirty, “is a good boy who knows when to stop talking and to start using their mouth for a higher purpose.”
Even though I want to fly over the coffee table and crawl between Spence's thighs, I can't help but fuck with him. I shrug and lightly say, “I hope you find that one day.”
He narrows his eyes at me, dark and full of heat. I just snicker and say, “That's not really a fantasy, Spence.”
He drums his fingers on the arm of the loveseat and says, “I guess I have a bit of a public sex kink.”
I smirk and say, “Clearly. Back alleys. Supply closets at weddings. Anywhere else you want to risk exposing my ass?”
Spence doesn't reply to that, but shoots back, “What about you? What's your fantasy?”
I sit back and fiddle with the string on my sweatpants before shyly saying, “Well, you walked in on it, if you don't remember.”
I peek up at Spence who has a look of confusion on his face and then it morphs into understanding and he says, “The hotel?”
“Yeah,” I say. “Like I told you. I've never had the opportunity to do the wild things most young gay men do. I've always been too concerned with discretion.” I blow out a breath and say, “I've always wanted to be used by more than one guy. Just fucking owned from both ends.”
