The Virgin (Breakfast at Bennett's Book 1), page 11
He hoped the way his breathing shook wasn’t apparent to Jonah, who was unaware of how fucking gorgeous he was. Spencer poured some oil into a palm, then rubbed his hands together, warming it.
The first glide of Spencer’s slippery palms up the center of Jonah’s back pulled a groan out of Jonah that had Spencer’s cock throbbing. He sank his hands in deeper, working the tension out of Jonah’s shoulders. The muscles there were hard and tight, and it made Spencer think Jonah never truly relaxed.
Adding more oil to his hands, he worked Jonah’s shoulders until the tension unraveled and fell away.
“That’s so good.” Jonah’s words were muffled and he sounded tired, but Spencer selfishly hoped he wasn’t too tired. Spencer’s cock was rock hard and he’d ignored it this far, letting it sit on Jonah’s ass as he rubbed his shoulders.
He knew that Jonah wanted this with him, and he would be a liar if he said he didn’t think about it nearly constantly, but what was supposed to happen next? He knew it wasn’t anything he hadn’t asked himself before, but he couldn’t stop obsessing over it. Obsessing about Jonah. What came after they had sex? Would Jonah want to keep doing it or would his mission be complete? Would he go off and find some nice guy to take him out? The idea of Jonah using all the things he’d learned with Spencer on someone else had his blood boiling.
He wasn’t a jealous person by nature and the sudden surge of angry jealousy over hypothetical situations that hadn’t happened yet nearly had Spencer climbing off Jonah and calling the whole thing off. This wasn’t like him at all.
Then Jonah wriggled beneath him and let out a horny little moan. And if that didn’t wipe Spencer’s brain clean, hearing his name come out of Jonah’s mouth in that same breathy tone sure as fuck did.
“Spencer, please.”
Spencer slid his hands down Jonah’s back. Jonah had a nice back, Spencer thought. But Spencer liked every detail about Jonah. More than liked, probably. But he couldn’t think about his own feelings when Jonah’s fingers gripped the sheets and he arched his ass up, tormenting Spencer’s aching dick.
“Please.”
Spencer couldn’t say no. Didn’t want to say no. He wanted this more than he’d ever wanted anything. And if it all fell to shit one day, then at least he’d have the memory of Jonah stretched out underneath him, comfortable enough to ask for the things he wanted instead of running away from them.
“Tell me what you want, Jonah.” Spencer kept rubbing Jonah’s shoulders, but it was less of a post-exercise massage and more of a sensual rubdown. He slowed his movements and changed the amount of pressure he put on Jonah’s muscles. Jonah moaned again, deeper and sexier than anything he’d ever heard before.
“You.” Jonah already sounded ruined, and Spencer hadn’t touched him in any of the ways he wanted to touch him. He had only intended to come over and help Jonah in his post-workout misery. But apparently their agenda had changed.
“How do you want me?”
Jonah huffed out a laugh. “Any way I can get you.”
“Are you ready for that?” Spencer skated his hands down Jonah’s back until they came to rest on his hips. He slid over them, grabbed handfuls of Jonah’s ass, and gently squeezed.
“Spencer, please. Just don’t let me think, okay?”
“You’ll have to do a bit of thinking. You need to tell me what you want? Top? Bottom? If you’re not sure about that, there are a million other things I can do to you.”
“I don’t want to think. I don’t want any of those decisions. Please. I trust you.”
“Okay, Jonah. I got you.” Spencer leaned forward, blanketing Jonah’s back with his chest. He kissed the corner of Jonah’s mouth, heat flaring when Jonah craned his neck to deepen the kiss despite the awkward angle.
Though Spencer worried about where they’d end up after all this, he never once considered not giving Jonah anything he wanted. And if Jonah one day wanted Spencer’s heart, he was ready to give that to him too.
CHAPTER 17
JONAH
Spencer had magic hands. There was no other explanation for the way his entire body had gone boneless. Well, there was one bone in his body, and it throbbed incessantly to the rhythm of Jonah’s heart. A heart that was in his throat. Spencer had rushed over to look after him and that was more than Jonah could handle, apparently.
His throat clenched around an emotion he couldn’t name, but it didn’t matter if he could put words to how he was feeling. There would be time for that later. Right now, Jonah had one goal and that was to let this play out. Suddenly he didn’t care if what they did ended in penetration, one way or the other, though secretly he wanted Spencer to take him like this. To stretch him open with his talented, slippery fingers before pinning Jonah down and sliding inside him.
But if they didn’t get that far, it evidently didn’t matter to Jonah. All this time, sex had been this big roadblock in his life, but maybe it was a symptom. An excuse. Maybe Jonah’s real issue was trusting people. He’d never trusted anyone the way he did Spencer.
Magic hands stroked their way down Jonah’s back. Powerful thumbs dug into Jonah’s tired muscles and eased the knots out of them. Jonah was happy to not rush Spencer. If it took all night for him to get around to doing more, Jonah would happily luxuriate in Spencer’s attention.
But then they were kissing. Awkwardly, because Jonah was on his stomach and Spencer was straddling him, pressing him into the bed. It was lopsided and imperfect and Jonah never wanted anything or anyone more than he wanted Spencer in that moment.
Spencer pulled away, and Jonah melted into the mattress. One hand dragged down his spine and the other…oh. Oil drizzled down the crack of Jonah’s ass, and Spencer shuffled around, changing positions. Thick fingers made their way down the crease of Jonah’s ass, and he gently teased Jonah’s hole with them.
He’d touched himself there, of course. He’d even fingered himself, but Spencer’s touch was the stuff fantasies were made of. Slippery and soft, but confident. Certain. Safe. Jonah nearly came right then just from knowing that, no matter what, Spencer would never hurt him.
Even if he’d wanted to say something, he couldn’t. Not when Spencer’s ministrations continued. He paused only long enough to urge Jonah to shove a pillow under his hips and to carefully arrange Jonah’s erection so that it pointed down. Now, Spencer had access to it instead of it being pinned to his stomach.
“Tell me if there’s anything you don’t like,” Spencer said.
“Ha,” Jonah managed to say. “As if. God, Spencer. I can’t even think. I feel wonderful.”
“Good.” Spencer’s mouth was torturously close to Jonah’s ear, and he shuddered when Spencer’s warm, wet lips mouthed the shell of his ear. One finger, just the tip, pressed inside and though he anticipated it, the intrusion was nothing short of shocking. And amazing. Though he’d anticipated that too. But nothing prepared him for reality. Imagination only got him so far.
Reality beat the shit out of imagination, Jonah discovered, when Spencer’s finger slid deeper, dragging sounds out of Jonah that he’d only heard in porn videos. His fingers flexed and he gripped the sheets, then released them with a sigh as Spencer’s finger retreated.
He couldn’t have stopped the whimpers and whines if he tried, but especially not after Spencer worked him open with that one thick finger before carefully adding another.
“That’s right,” Spencer said. “Let me hear how much you like this.” Spencer’s voice was a caress on Jonah’s soul, soothing fears and insecurities that he didn’t even know he’d had until they were gone. Spencer was in control, and therefore Jonah could do no wrong if he wasn’t the one driving. All he had to do was lie back and try not to get into his own head too much. But there was little fear of that happening when Spencer’s fingers brushed over Jonah’s prostate. It was a firework of sensation. An explosion of bliss that stole his breath.
Spencer kissed Jonah’s cheek. His ear. The little patch of skin on his neck that always made Jonah shiver, even though it probably tasted like massage oil. If Jonah could have anything he wished for, he’d wish that he could have this forever. This moment. This certainty that he was safe. That Spencer would protect him and look after him and, heck, maybe if he was granted two wishes, he’d wish that Spencer loved him for real. That he wanted this for more reasons than the fact that he was too nice to say no to Jonah. Too good of a person to let Jonah remain a tangled-up mess forever.
Fingers, thick and delicious, spread Jonah wider. Spencer worked him open with quiet confidence. A practiced ease of someone who thankfully knew what the hell he was doing, because Jonah had no idea. The only thing he was capable of doing was lying there, panting and begging for things he’d only dreamed of.
In all his wildest fantasies, it wasn’t this good. It was always with a faceless entity. A ghost of a person. The mechanics of it were hot in his mind, but nothing compared to having Spencer’s fingers inside him, stroking in and out.
“Spence—” Jonah couldn’t hear himself think past the want that ripped through him. He’d never been more ready or more sure about anything in his whole life. He wanted Spencer with a ferocity that made him claw at the bed, more like a feral cat than a person now.
“I’ve never been with anyone, Spencer.” Jonah’s face flushed, hot with embarrassment and need. “Do we need condoms?”
“I’ve been tested, but…are you sure?” Spencer paused and waited for Jonah’s answer.
“I trust you. Please, Spencer. I want to know…” He wanted to know what it felt like to have someone inside him with no barriers. Just skin and skin. But not just any someone. He specifically wanted Spencer. More than he’d ever wanted anything. Because Jonah had never been with anyone, and Spencer hadn’t been with anyone recently, they’d decided that bare was fine. Spencer had gotten tested to be safe, because he’d never put Jonah at risk.
“Please,” he repeated.
“Shhh. I’ve got you,” Spencer soothed, ever the calm one. Ever the steady rock. Always collected and sturdy.
Jonah whined when Spencer’s fingers disappeared. He sucked in a deep breath when Spencer straddled him again.
“We’ll try it like this.” Spencer spread Jonah’s cheeks apart with one hand and lined his cock up with the other.
His nerves didn’t abate when Spencer’s cock nudged his hole. If anything, the noise in his head became deafening. Though he tried not to let it, his whole body tensed.
“Shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you.” The sound of Spencer’s voice soothed Jonah. Spencer’s free hand slid up and down Jonah’s back, and he edged forward. “If you need me to stop, I’ll stop.”
Jonah did need him to stop. Because once this was done, that was it. He wouldn’t be a virgin anymore, and Spencer wouldn’t have a reason to touch him after this. But Jonah couldn’t speak. Couldn’t ask him to stop when he wanted Spencer inside him, no matter the cost.
“Deep breath, that’s it.” Spencer kept talking, whispering encouragement in low tones that had Jonah’s pulse throbbing like a strobe light.
The stretch. Fuck. It burned. Stung in a bad way, and he hissed through clenched teeth.
“It’s okay. You’re doing wonderfully.” Spencer was inside him far enough that he could let go of his cock. He put both hands on Jonah, continuing the massage he’d started earlier. He entered Jonah so slowly that by the time he was fully seated inside Jonah’s tight channel, Jonah was nothing but a puddle of sweaty want.
“Kiss me, please.” Jonah had to work up the courage to ask, but Spencer stayed true to his word and he descended upon Jonah, kissing him deeply despite the awkward angle.
Spencer started to move and fireworks again exploded inside Jonah’s brain. His body melted under the heat of Spencer’s. Jonah moved his hands around on the mattress, searching. Upon finding Spencer’s hands, he twined their fingers together and buried his face into the bed again. Because he couldn’t let Spencer see how fucking gone he was already. How wrecked he was. How whole.
Spencer moved. Undulated. A slow, rocking rhythm that let Jonah get used to the feeling of having something inside him. Not something. Someone. Him. Jonah tightened his grip on Spencer’s hands, not caring whether it was too hard. He knew Spencer was tough and that Jonah couldn’t hurt him. He gripped tighter and moaned as Spencer’s glacial pace increased.
Stars lit up behind Jonah’s eyes. Spencer was everywhere. On him. In him. In that moment, Jonah knew that even if he’d had all the sex in the world, being with Spencer would be something new. Something better. Something deeper and far more different than anything he could experience with anyone else. He couldn’t put a finger on it. Or maybe he didn’t want to. Maybe Jonah wanted to remain oblivious.
He rocked back as Spencer rocked forward, taking him impossibly deeper. Jonah gasped and writhed, using his body to beg for more. Spencer untangled one of their hands. Quickly repositioning them allowed Spencer to reach around and take Jonah’s cock in his hand.
“Oh, fuck—” Jonah cried out as Spencer started working him, jacking him while fucking him. Jonah pushed himself up onto his elbows and pressed himself back into Spencer, needing him deeper. And deeper still.
“Jonah. Holy shit. You feel incredible.” Spencer rested his forehead against the back of Jonah’s neck. Breath puffed down his back, tickling his skin. Every movement was a caress. Every breath was love. Every inch he gave Jonah was another mile that he was changed.
It was probably overly romantic hogwash to think that sex changed a person, but Jonah swore he was different now. Different in a way that would always be because of Spencer. Jonah’s arms quaked and his breathing shuddered, catching and releasing as he barreled closer to the finish line.
“Jonah, ohmygod. Fuck. I—” Spencer’s pace broke from his carefully controlled rhythm to something wilder, something unrestrained. “I’m close, Jonah.”
“In me. In me,” Jonah begged, reaching back with one hand as if it would be enough to keep Spencer inside him. “Want it in me.”
Spencer’s next sound might have been a word. It might not have been. It didn’t matter because he was blanketing Jonah again, kissing him ferociously. Deeply. Fucking him with sharp thrusts that reached down to Jonah’s soul. Then, with a shout that reverberated through Jonah, Spencer was coming. Fucking him harder and deeper and only then did Jonah’s body get the memo that he could come too. It was like Spencer’s orgasm triggered his own. The knowledge that he’d been the one to cause Spencer to make those sounds. That it had been his body that had brought Spencer so much pleasure made Jonah infinitely light.
Spencer tried to pull out, to ease off of Jonah once they were done, but Jonah melted into the mattress, his body sore in remarkable new ways. “Stay there. Just for a minute.”
Spencer kissed the corner of Jonah’s mouth and did as he asked. “Anything you want.”
Jonah closed his eyes and pretended that were true in all the ways he wanted it to be. He’d worry about it later. For now, he was content to lie in the afterglow and dream of things he had no business wishing for.
CHAPTER 18
SPENCER
Spencer dropped down into one of the deck chairs and took in the scene around him. He was miles more comfortable than the first time he’d attended one of Ethan Bennet’s backyard barbecues, he’d been woefully unprepared to deal with all three Bennett brothers, plus all their friends. He’d been a fish out of water, a loner in an ocean of extroverts. Time would prove to him that they weren’t necessarily all extroverts, but they were comfortable together and, before long, Spencer had become comfortable too.
Taylor and Ethan were by the grill, shoulder to shoulder, cooking enough food to feed an army. Colby and his best friend Nash were throwing a football back and forth in the yard while Damon cracked a soda open and went to say hello to Ethan and Taylor. Jonah had slipped inside to put his famous strawberry biscuit sheet cake away for later.
Even now that Spencer and Jonah had crossed all the lines friends weren’t supposed to cross, Spencer didn’t feel awkward like he’d expected to. Anxiety wasn’t something Spencer often struggled with, but before coming here today, he had to admit that his stomach churned uneasily. His chest was fluttery in a way he wasn’t used to.
By the time he entered the back yard, though, his uneasiness had faded away. Even though things between him and Jonah had changed, this was still familiar territory. It soothed him to be here, Spencer realized. These people had become important to him. They treated him like family.
Jonah came back outside, and Spencer did his best not to stare at him. That was new. Before all this, he wouldn’t have cared how much he looked at Jonah, but he didn’t want anyone to know how far he’d fallen for Jonah. Spencer’s feelings were a neon sign blinking above his head for all to see, lighting up whenever he looked at his friend.
So, he tried not to. Ethan made it easier by calling Jonah over to the grill. Spencer knew he’d spend a couple minutes catching up with each of his kids one on one. Ethan was a good man and a good dad. His kids were lucky to have him.
Taylor, the youngest Bennett, flopped down in a chair next to Spencer. He leaned back and stuck his feet out, stretching his limbs. The Bennett brothers all bore a resemblance to each other, but while Colby looked the most like Ethan, both in features and stature, Taylor and Jonah looked the most alike. They were nearly the same height, Taylor being the shortest one, and they had the same build and same general facial features. But Taylor’s were softer. Even with a layer of scruff on his face, he had round eyes that were always kind and friendly.
Today, though, they looked troubled. Spencer wondered if anyone else noticed, or if he did because he was so in tune with Jonah and his moods that the connection translated to Taylor.
