Chapter 8
SPENCER lay on top of Emilio and enjoyed the feeling of hard muscle and hot flesh beneath him. The big man lay still as Spencer traced his eyebrows, the perimeter of his ear, and the bridge of his nose. In this position, Spencer held the control, so it was easier to follow his instincts and take chances. First and foremost, that meant indulging in more of those spine-melting kisses, so he slowly lowered his face and brushed his lips against Emilio’s.
“Mmm,” Emilio sighed and closed his eyes in response to the light touch. He opened his lips and stretched his neck, looking like a baby bird as he searched for more kisses.
Spencer smiled and lapped at the full red lips, chuckling when Emilio’s eyes fluttered open in surprise. “You taste good,” he said by way of explanation.
“Oh yeah?” Emilio chuckled. “You gonna check if that applies all over?” He thrust his hips up, nudging Spencer with his erection as he waggled his eyebrows.
Spencer felt a pull in his groin in response to that suggestion. “Yes,” he said, his voice sounding rough with arousal.
Before Spencer could make good on that promise, Emilio cupped his nape and pulled him down for more kisses. They tilted in concert, finding the perfect angle, and then nipped and licked each other until, eventually, Emilio darted his tongue into Spencer’s mouth, petting his tongue and mingling their flavors together.
“I love kissing you,” Spencer confessed.
“So don’t stop. Keep kissing me.” Emilio wrapped his strong arms around Spencer and caressed his back and ass.
“Yeah? You don’t mind? I mean, I know you wanted to….” Spencer let the sentence trail off, still feeling bashful about speaking the words. He knew the drill, though. Sex was about orgasms. A little bit of foreplay was okay, but demanding too much was a sure fire way to leave someone feeling frustrated and make them lose interest.
“We’ll get to that,” Emilio responded. “We’re not in a rush. It’s still early. We’ve already eaten dinner. We don’t have work in the morning. Keep kissing me. I like it too.”
Still feeling like he was in a dream leaps and bounds better than any of his fantasies, Spencer bent down and tentatively touched his lips to Emilio’s once again. When Emilio swiped his tongue over Spencer’s lips and continued holding him close, he set aside his concerns and fell into the kiss. As their mouths moved together, Spencer rocked his hips against Emilio’s stomach and tangled his fingers in silky black hair.
He lost track of time as they touched and kissed. It was so good, so right, he felt sorry for everybody who missed this, everybody who rushed to the end and skipped the pleasure of the journey. And he might have stayed where he was, licking and nuzzling and kissing Emilio’s now swollen mouth, but he wiggled a little and the wet tip of Emilio’s cock brushed against his erection.
“Oh!” he groaned into Emilio’s mouth and reached between them, skating his palm over the burning shaft.
His mouth watered at the thought of how Emilio’s seed would taste, and he no longer wanted to wait to find out. With one last peck to Emilio’s lips, Spencer nibbled his way down Emilio’s throat, lapped at Emilio’s right nipple, and wriggled down the bed until he was looking right at Emilio’s thick dick.
“God,” he said huskily and then gulped to swallow down the thickness in his throat. He darted his tongue out and took his first taste of the moisture leaking from the flared crown.
“Ungh, fuck!” Emilio shouted and bucked up. He combed his fingers through Spencer’s hair and rubbed his scalp. “I’m already so close,” he rasped. “It won’t take long.”
Spencer flattened his tongue and swiped it over Emilio’s big balls and up his hard cock, then he flicked his tongue back and forth over the slit. Emilio’s muscles went taut, his breathing quickened and he clutched the bedsheet tightly. Cupping Emilio’s full balls in one hand and stroking his thick cock with the other, Spencer looked up and met Emilio’s gaze as he dropped his lips over the ruddy glans and sucked hard.
“Spence!” Emilio cried out. He gasped for air and humped upward. “Oh, Jesus. Oh, Jesus,” he panted. “I’m gonna.” His eyes rolled back in his head and he made a deep keening sound. “You gotta move,” he warned.
And, normally, Spencer would have done exactly that, but not at that moment, not with this man. Instead, he moaned in pleasure and sucked harder. That seemed to be the breaking point for Emilio, who opened his mouth on a silent scream as he shook and pulsed long streams of ejaculate onto Spencer’s waiting tongue.
Spencer was still licking when Emilio hunched over, put a hand under each of his arms, and yanked him up. “Thank you,” he whispered against Spencer’s mouth. He tangled his left hand in Spencer’s hair and rubbed his waist with the other. “So good,” he said as he brushed his lips over Spencer’s. He pushed his right knee between Spencer’s legs, putting delicious pressure on his balls, as he rolled them to their sides, all while continuing the light kisses.