Page 74 of Bone Deep
“That I’m a cock hungry cum slut?” I shoot back, grinning. “C’mon Spence, stop holding back.”
He shakes his head, eyes dark. “You asked for it.”
“Mmhmm.”
He wraps his arms around my shoulders, thrusting up to meet every drop of my hips. Our foreheads press together, sweat mixing.
We stop to catch our breath and I run my hands through his hair. I’ve always wanted to play with his hair. “How about you take me over to that bed and really fuck me?” I gesture to the king bed. “This ass is yours, Perfect. Do whatever you want. Whenever you want. Wherever you want.”
A deep and hungry sound rumbles in his chest. Then he lifts me effortlessly, walking us over to the bed. He lays me on my back and slowly slides back inside me.
I try to crack a joke about his workouts paying off but can’t finish—Spence slams into me, stealing my breath. He doesn’t wait for me to recover, just starts pounding hard, single-minded, chasing both our highs.
The sound of his balls smacking my ass echoes, filthy and perfect. I can barely breathe, can barely think. My head is filled with static, my body a live wire as he chases me to the edge.
He grabs my hands and pins them above my head, fucking me faster, harder, until I’m screaming. “Grab my ankles and plow your load deep in my guts, Spence.”
Dragging me to the edge of the bed, Spence practically folds me in half, his grip bruising. I watch his face as he loses control, hips snapping, cock driving deep.
His face is focused, pupils blown wide, and my knees are nearly pinned behind my ears. It’s a little comical how folded I am. Actually…
“Ha! I’m folded like origami. I’m whorigami!”
Spence laughs mid-groan. “Goddammit, Ryan.”
Couldn’t be helped. I am me, after all. But then Spence adjusts his angle and his cock nails me right in the good spot.
All humor leaves my body when I gasp.
“That’s what I thought,” Spence bites out.
Fuck.
I reach around and grab his ass, loving the feel of the peachy globes flexing as he drills into me. I look into his eyes and beg, “Give me what I want, Spence.” That does it. Spence picks up the pace until we’re both practically screaming.
He grabs my chin as he’s pounding into me. “You want it?” he asks. All I can do is nod frantically. “I’m coming,” he shouts. “Loading up that slutty little hole.”
Spence leans back, wraps a hand around my cock and starts stroking. In no time, I’m spilling over, painting my abs in months of pent-up desire.
Spence’s thick as fuck cock is still pulsing, the heat of his cum filling me as he recovers from his release. He collapses, boneless and sweaty on top of me, belt still around my neck, both of us wrecked and used.
Spence rolls over and we both lay there a moment, catching our breath. After a minute or two, he gets up and wastes no time starting to get dressed. I watch, taking in his beautiful body, then a thought dawns on me.
“Wait…did you seriously wear a suit to a gang bang?” I ask through a laugh.
“Zip it, Ryan. I was desperate.”
I grin, knowing—with one-hundred percent certainty—that I was the cause of his desperation, and he shakes his head at me. I don’t know what happens after this. But I know I’m in trouble.
That was the best fuck of my life, and if Spencer Stark thinks he’s getting away with not giving me that dick on the regular, he’s got another thing coming.
Twenty-One
Any Time, Any Place
Spencer
It’s been two months since I caught Ryan in that hotel suite, ass in the air, waiting to be ruined. Two months since I broke every one of my own rules and let him have me—let myself have him. And if anyone had told me a year ago I’d be here now, fucking Ryan Buterbaugh on the regular, I would’ve laughed in their face. But here I am, and who can blame me? The man has an ass that probably causes accidents on the freeway due to his billboard. Whoever decided to putthatphoto of Ryan—shot from the back—on a billboard, clearly has no concern for public safety.
