If It Fornicates (Market Garden, #4)(22)

“Right. Right.” Nick pressed back against Spencer’s hands. “Books. A few pointers from guys with more experience.” He turned his head, resting it on his arm again. “I had a sub a while ago who had more experience than me, and he taught me a lot.”

“The sub taught you?” Spencer lifted one hand off his skin, then the other, and eased himself onto the bed beside Nick. “How does that work?”

“We’d talk beforehand. About what we both wanted out of a scene. What the limits were. And the more I got to know him and his wants and needs, the more I learned to be creative—and safe—about fulfilling them.” He turned onto his side and propped his head up with one hand. “And I watched a lot of porn.”

Spencer laughed. “Seriously?”

Chuckling, Nick shook his head. “No, I’m kidding. I mean, okay, I’ve watched a lot of porn. But that’s not where I learned to do the things I do.”

Spencer glanced down and then pulled the blanket up over Nick’s legs and arse. “You shouldn’t get cold,” he said absentmindedly.

There. The guy was just too caring for his own good.

“Porn did teach me a thing or two,” Spencer said, settling close enough to brush Nick, as if he needed the contact.

“Like?” Nick reached out to rest his hand on Spencer’s thigh.

“Well. That I’m most likely a bottom and that pain might be what I like. Part of me was, I guess, at war with my liberal values. Getting my head around my desires took a while, considering history and the inevitable race issues. So I didn’t do anything much, but I dreamed about kinkier sex, fantasised. Until I met you, vanilla worked for me, especially if I pretended . . . in my head.”

Nick nodded. “No wonder you fell asleep over files with the previous guy. You were holding yourself back. In my experience, as long as it’s not sick shit, I mean, criminal stuff, it’s better to simply accept it. Makes a hell of a difference in your life.”

“It does.” Spencer beamed at him.

Nick couldn’t help the chuckle. “You’re adorable like that.”

Spencer laughed. “Well. You’re not bad when you’re relaxed, either. I mean, you’re stunning when you’re beating the hell out of me, but I’m really into that other side of you. This one.”

“That’s lucky. As my boyfriend, you’re getting to see a lot of that.”

Spencer smiled. “I’m lucky.”

Nick sat up, though his shoulders protested the movement. Maybe mellow vanilla was really the only thing he was capable of now. “Strip,” he told Spencer.

Spencer’s brow creased, like he wasn’t quite sure if it had been a suggestion or an order. But then he visibly decided it was an order, or was at least to be treated like an order. He climbed off the bed and shed his clothes. Nick was pleased to see he was almost hard. Spencer moved back towards the edge of the bed.

“Get the handcuffs and lie on your back.”

Spencer fished the cuffs from the nightstand and stretched out in the middle of the bed. He lifted his arms up, and Nick closed one cuff around his wrist, then wove the chain and free cuff through the headboard’s bars, and closed the cuff around Spencer’s wrist on the other side.

Spencer was fully erect now, eyes focused on Nick. Nick trailed his fingers across Spencer’s chest. “Maybe I’ll have your nipples pierced,” Nick mused. “I could possibly do it myself.”

The small cringe was at least partly anticipation. “Your . . . yourself?”

“Mm-hmm.” Nick grinned. “You trust me, don’t you?”

Spencer nodded without hesitation, but his brow was still creased.

Nick reached up and caressed Spencer’s face. “Would you let me do that? Pierce your nipples?”

Spencer swallowed. “Do I . . .?”

“Yes.” Nick stroked his cheek. “You have a choice. It wasn’t a trick question.”

Spencer held his gaze for a moment, then nodded. “I would, yes.”

Nick smiled. “I’ll keep that in mind. It could be fun.” He reached for the massage oil Spencer had been using, and put some in his own hand. “I think it could also be fun for you to f*ck me.”

Spencer inhaled sharply, back arching a little.

“I know you’d like that.” Nick set the bottle aside, and then reached for Spencer’s cock, which was now fully erect. He watched Spencer’s face as he slowly wrapped his slippery fingers around the man’s cock, and smiled as Spencer closed his eyes and bit his lip. Teasingly, he slid his hand from the base to the tip, then twisted just a little before sliding back down.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”

Spencer licked his lips, but didn’t open his eyes. “I can’t think . . . about anything. Except . . .” He groaned and lifted his hips a little, forcing his cock through Nick’s tight fist.

“I want you to think about it,” Nick whispered. “Focus, Spencer. I know you can.”

His sub squirmed, bit his lip again, and the frustrated little noise he let slip made Nick shiver.

“Are you thinking about it?” he asked, drawing his hand up the length of Spencer’s dick. “Are you thinking about what it would be like to f*ck me?”