If It Fornicates (Market Garden, #4)(33)

He was right over Spencer now, their faces just a few inches apart. His hands met the cuffs, and he kept going right over the top of them to Spencer’s hands, which were still gripping the chain like Nick had ordered.

Nick lowered his head a little more, letting his lips brush Spencer’s. “Do you trust me, Spencer?”

“Yes.” Spencer’s warm breath whispered across Nick’s lips.

“Let go.”

Spencer hesitated.

Nick nudged his fingers gently. “Let go.”

Spencer’s fingers loosened. The chain clattered quietly, and Nick clasped his fingers between Spencer’s in the same moment he pressed their lips together. He rolled his hips, not picking up any speed but changing the angle slightly, and groaned into their slow, soft kiss as Spencer’s dick pressed against that sweet spot. This so wasn’t the kind of sex Nick usually had, not even with the leather and the chains on Spencer’s wrists and ankles, but he didn’t stop. This was too good to stop.

Skin brushed across skin, drawing Nick’s attention to their joined hands. That was when he became aware he’d been running his thumb back and forth along the back of Spencer’s. A gentle, affectionate gesture, a touch just for the sake of touching, and he hadn’t even realised he’d been doing it.

He broke the kiss and lifted up a little so he could see Spencer’s eyes. “Does this feel . . .” He licked his lips. “Does this feel all right?”

“More than all right,” Spencer whispered. He closed his eyes and wriggled beneath Nick, the slight lift of his hips pressing him a little deeper inside and blurring Nick’s vision.

Nick bit back an “Oh God.” He kissed Spencer lightly, released one hand, then the other, and pushed himself upright. Holding himself up on his arms, he rode Spencer a little harder, his head spinning faster and faster every time he took all of Spencer inside him. Much more of this, he’d lose it himself, and he hadn’t teased Spencer nearly enough for that yet.

Though the blissed-out expression on Spencer’s face seemed to indicate that he was quite happy with how things were going. But he didn’t call the shots, so Nick slowed down, ground against him, and gathered a clear thought. Spencer gasped and tensed underneath him, so Nick held completely still, regardless of what it cost him. He’d be sore as hell if he drew this out, but right now, he was enjoying the tension pooling in Spencer’s body—and his own.

“Please,” Spencer begged.

Nick placed a finger on Spencer’s lips. “Grab the chains,” he whispered softly.

Spencer nodded and managed on the second attempt.

“Good.” Nick kissed him deeply again, moving just a little, just enough to see stars and feel the tension build further. “Trust me.” He kissed him more deeply, and when he broke the kiss, he shut off Spencer’s breath with a hand over his mouth and nose.

Spencer shuddered, but didn’t freak out. He stared at Nick with wide eyes, but didn’t fight. And he didn’t fight when Nick moved harder, f*cking himself on Spencer’s dick, damn near brutal, and hell, Nick would feel this for days, but he didn’t care.

Spencer squirmed, but his hands were firmly clenched around the chains. Five, six, seven vicious thrusts, and Nick felt Spencer come, wild-eyed and sweating, chest pumping empty, his cock moving inside him. Nick pulled his hands back and moved harder, faster, used one hand to get himself the rest of the way there, and came too.

Nick slumped over Spencer, catching himself on one shaking arm. “You weren’t . . .” He paused, catching his breath. “Supposed to come yet.”

“I’m sorry,” Spencer said quickly, still breathing hard himself. “I . . . I couldn’t . . .”

Nick silenced him with a lazy kiss. “Might have to punish you for that.”

Spencer whimpered softly. “I’m sorry.”

Nick lifted himself up and stroked Spencer’s hair. “I know. I’m not angry.”

“Good.” Spencer smiled, relaxing a little.

Nick kissed him again. “But I should still punish you. Make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

“If that pleases you,” Spencer whispered, and Nick had to grin at the hint of wickedness in his sub’s tone. An unspoken Bring it on. Spencer genuinely disliked doing anything to displease Nick, and as long as he knew Nick forgave him, he happily took whatever punishment Nick dished out.

Nick rose off Spencer, then removed the spreader bar and the cuffs. They cleaned themselves up—Nick was tempted to suggest a shower together, but the one in this flat was prohibitively tiny—and returned to the futon.

Though there shouldn’t have been, there was plenty of room for the two of them on the small mattress. Nick had shared this bed with another boyfriend ages ago, and it had been crowded as hell. No elbow room, no knee room. And that boyfriend had been significantly shorter and narrower than Spencer. But he and Spencer just fit together. Arms around each other, legs loosely tangled up, Spencer’s head on Nick’s chest. They occupied as much space on this bed as they did on the giant one back at Spencer’s place, and Nick was perfectly comfortable like this.

“We were going to try out some toys, weren’t we?” he asked, absently stroking Spencer’s short hair.

“I think so,” Spencer said. “Some, um, devices?”