The Virgin (Breakfast at Bennett's Book 1), page 9
He kept a hand on the base of Spencer’s cock because there was no way he could take all of it. The heft of it in his mouth made his ass cringe to think of how much it would hurt going in, but even the thought of that bit of pain wasn’t enough to make his erection go down.
Jonah taught himself to suck cock with Spencer’s gentle encouragement. Words whispered to him with a soft, sexy voice that oozed acceptance and affection.
“That’s it. God, that feels good,” Spencer said.
Even though he was aware of Spencer's gaze on him, he didn’t dare look up. He kept his eyes shut on purpose and focused on using his tongue enough and his teeth not at all, on pumping his hand in the right rhythm and not going too fast or too slow. He wanted it to be good. He wanted to do this forever if his jaw would let him.
“Fuck, Jonah. I’m close. I’m close.”
Jonah knew it was a warning of courtesy, giving him time to pull off because not every guy wanted cum in his mouth, but Jonah didn’t know what he liked. Maybe next time he’d ask Spencer to paint his face with it, to unleash all over his lips and cheeks, to smear it on him and then kiss it off, but tonight he wanted it inside him.
Jonah put his other hand on Spencer’s chest and reached up, flicking a nipple gently. Spencer bucked, and Jonah almost gagged when his cock went too deep, but then Spencer’s other hand was on Jonah’s head and he was thrusting in and out in shallow thrusts, not going too deep but sawing in and out with speed.
“You’re incredible, Jonah. Your mouth is amazing, holy shit.” Spencer’s voice was tight, strained from effort and arousal.
Jonah was good. The compliment touched something inside of him that he hadn’t known was there. A desperate need to please existed, and Spencer had not only unearthed it but also soothed it with his gentle praise.
“So good, baby. I’m going to come.” Spencer tried to pull away, but Jonah followed, leaning forward to keep Spencer right where he was.
“Oh. Oh, fu-uck,” Spencer ground out as he came, pulsing hot and fast, flooding Jonah’s mouth with thick, tangy cum. Truthfully, it wasn’t the best thing Jonah had ever tasted, but he’d swallow a million of Spencer’s loads if it meant doing this again.
Jonah didn’t manage to swallow it all, though, and when he finally pulled back to catch his breath, he looked up at Spencer through a blur of tears. Spencer reached for him and swiped some cum off his chin and sucked it into his own mouth before dragging Jonah up off the floor.
“You okay?” Spencer palmed Jonah’s face in with one big hand.
Jonah nodded. He didn’t trust himself to speak. Before he knew what was happening, Jonah was spun and suddenly in the position Spencer had just been in, and Spencer was now the one on his knees, fumbling with Jonah’s zipper.
“I’m probably going to come embarrassingly fast.”
Spencer huffed a laugh. “It was all I could do not to blow my load the minute you put your mouth on my cock. I haven’t come in my pants since I was a teenager, but you almost managed to make me.”
Jonah didn’t know what to say to that, so he said nothing. It wasn’t like he could make a coherent noise once Spencer yanked his zipper open and freed his cock. Jonah yelped when Spencer took his cock into his mouth and down nearly to the root. Yelping wasn’t the most dignified nor the sexiest sound ever, but Spencer didn’t seem to mind and, if anything, Jonah’s outburst only fueled Spencer’s appetite.
Spencer kept Jonah’s cock in his mouth even as he struggled to yank Jonah’s pants down farther. Once they were at mid-thigh, Spencer seemed satisfied and redoubled his efforts to wring an orgasm out of Jonah as fast as possible.
Jonah couldn’t breathe or think. His brain went fully offline and he shoved his hands into Spencer’s hair. Not to pull it or to control his movements, but because he’d always wanted to run his fingers through Spencer’s hair and now was a good chance when it wouldn’t be weird or awkward.
Spencer had a wickedly talented tongue, and he knew when to back off, because a few times he’d had Jonah ready to shatter only to slow down and change his movements.
Jonah was close when it struck him that the keening, shamelessly slutty moaning sounds were coming from him and that he was writhing and wriggling so much that Spencer threw an arm across his stomach to pin him in place. Then he really did take him down to the root, hollowing his cheeks and… Holy shit. Jonah came so hard, so fast, that he didn’t even have time to warn Spencer.
If he thought he knew what pleasure was, he’d been wrong. There’d been no way in hell he ever could’ve imagined something as good as this. He fought the urge to squeeze his eyes shut and ride out his orgasm in favor of pinning his gaze to Spencer and committing the sight of this to memory.
Spencer kept his mouth on Jonah until he hissed in a breath, his cock far too sensitive to keep enjoying any sort of attention. Spencer leaned forward and put his head in Jonah’s lap.
“I’ll move once I catch my breath,” Spencer said.
“No hurry.” Jonah kept toying with Spencer’s hair, gently carding his fingers through the strands. He liked that Spencer kept his hair shoulder length. It was softer than he imagined it would be, and he couldn’t make himself stop touching it.
Spencer hummed. “That feels good.”
Jonah didn’t know what to say to that. Your mouth on my cock was extraordinarily exquisite sounded like it was too much. Thanks for the blow job seemed too stiff. I never knew anything could be this good and I think I could suck your dick forever? Too clingy.
He settled instead for saying nothing. Which was awkward in its own way, but not as bad as he’d feared. Somehow, he’d survived both giving and receiving his first blow job. No amount of porn could’ve prepared him for what came next, though.
Because he had no fucking idea what he was supposed to do now. Was he supposed to get up, fix his pants and leave? Was he supposed to stay for a chat? Was it rude to swallow cum and run? Jonah didn’t know how to navigate something like this.
“I can hear you thinking.” Spencer suddenly lifted his head, then pushed himself off the floor with a wince and a groan and flopped down onto the couch next to Jonah. He solved the awkward half-naked problem by shoving his pants off but pulling his own briefs up. “Your turn.”
Jonah followed suit, pulling his briefs up, but only too happy to get rid of his pants and let the stupid, constricting denim fall to the floor in a heap.
Spencer tugged Jonah in next to him until he was safely tucked under his arm, against his chest. “Are you okay?”
“Me? I’m fine. Am I supposed to leave now? I’m admittedly not sure what we’re supposed to do after this, you know.” Though he meant after they orgasmed, it also stood true that he didn’t know what they were going to do when Jonah had gone down the list and worked up the courage to lose his virginity.
“Well, I was hoping you’d stay the night. I don’t like the idea of you running home and overthinking everything until you tie yourself up in ten different knots.”
“I—” Jonah started to argue, but he found that he was too tired to keep up the pretense. “I would do that.”
“I think I like post-orgasm Jonah. He’s far more agreeable.”
“Because you sucked my brains right out of my dick.”
“And I’d do it again.” Spencer leaned over and kissed the side of Jonah’s head, and more than anything else they did that night, that was the thing that terrified Jonah the most. How could he risk losing that easy affection Spencer had started to give him? He couldn’t stop, and he wouldn’t turn back the clock even if he was able to because he’d never had this before. But he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do when it inevitably ended. For now, Jonah would bask in his post-orgasm glow and he’d leave the problems he was creating for Future Jonah to solve.
CHAPTER 14
SPENCER
Jonah left the next morning wearing the same clothes from the night before, and Spencer didn’t have the heart to call it a walk of shame. Jonah looked anything but shameful as he walked down Spencer’s driveway and climbed into his car. Not that Spencer watched from the window or anything.
The idea of spending the entire weekend in bed with Jonah had crossed his mind, but Spencer wanted to stretch things out. He knew that everything they did was another thing Jonah had worried about doing, and one day they’d have done it all…and Jonah wouldn’t need him anymore.
Spencer refused to think of what would happen next. Of Jonah with another man. The thought made Spencer’s stomach ache, so he got dressed, climbed into his truck, and headed for the flea market. Spencer didn’t often go in search of treasures the way Greta did, but he needed a distraction.
Jonah had mentioned making a chandelier out of the pop tabs, but Spencer wasn’t quite sold on that idea yet. Maybe he didn’t have the right kind of artistic vision required to picture a light fixture made out of pop can tabs hanging in someone’s house. He could make one, though, and if he couldn’t figure out where to hang it, he could always give it to Greta.
Spencer had spent the past hour walking the flea market, almost ready to give up and go somewhere else. He’d waded through an ocean of coffee mugs and mismatched dinnerware. Old appliances. Old tools. One table was heaped with romance novels, the old bodice ripper kind, and Spencer almost bought one for the hell of it. Then he turned around and there, leaning against the front of a table, was a wooden ladder.
After making his way over to it, Spencer crouched down and checked the price. He knew Greta meant for him to find a wooden ladder in some junk heap somewhere, not for him to spend his hard-earned cash on one, but even Spencer could see that this was perfect. It had been painted at one time, several times over, and the paint was worn off in the fashionable way. The way that made things look old and used and well loved. The way that people paid a lot of money for their brand new furniture to look.
Spencer bought the ladder without haggling over the price. Something else Greta wouldn’t forgive him for, but what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, so he loaded the ladder into the back of his truck and drove across town with it.
He carried the ladder up the stairs to her second-floor warehouse conversion apartment and knocked on the door. A litany of curse words exploded from the other side of the door and, after a minute, Greta appeared. Her hair was piled on the top of her head in a messy bun, and Spencer thought maybe he’d disturbed something, except for the electrical wire she had somehow tangled herself up in.
“Oh, thank fuck, it’s just you.” Her eyes caught sight of the ladder then, and she let out a gasp. “Shut up. You did not.”
“Can I come in?”
Greta moved to the side, and Spencer had to smile at the way she only had eyes for the ladder. “Where did you find this? Oh, my God, Spencer, it’s perfect.”
“Now see, I can’t tell you that. But I can ask you where you want me to put it.”
Spencer looked around at Greta’s place. It was a studio apartment, admittedly a rather large one, but Greta had decided that she wanted a space where she could put her bedroom anywhere, should the mood strike. She used furniture and decor to create different rooms. Her bed was behind a set of decorative screens at the far end of the room and the rest of the furniture had been pushed to the outskirts of the space to create room for her to work.
Greta waded into the mess of electrical bits, wires, and fixtures, a mix of older and newer. “Just put it down here.” She used her feet to move a few boxes out of the way. “I’ve been sorting through this junk, trying to make sense of it all.”
“Is that what you were doing? Because it looks like a bomb might’ve gone off in here.” Spencer laid the ladder on the floor. Greta kneeled beside it and ran her fingers over it, inspecting her treasure. “You and Jonah must operate on a similar wavelength. I told him about the pop tabs, and he suggested I make a chandelier.”
“That’s a brilliant idea.” Greta’s eyes lit up and Spencer knew she was already designing in her head.
“I’m not entirely sold on the idea yet, so if you want them back, say the word.”
“And deprive Jonah of his chandelier? Never. If you need help, though, let me know.”
“Do you know what you’re going to do with the ladder?”
“It’s going to be like a great big long swag light. I’m going to hang it from the ceiling with these chains I have, and I’m going to fix these lights between the rungs of the ladder. I thought of doing fairy lights and hanging it over my bed, but I rearrange the space so often that having it in the kitchen makes the most sense. I can hang it over the island and if I want to change it up, I can play with the fixtures or change them out altogether.”
“Did you want me to stick around and help you get it hung?” Spencer eyed the tall ceilings and his stomach swooped. “I don’t like the idea of you doing this by yourself.”
“And they say chivalry is dead. Sure, Spence, you can help. But I know how you are with heights, so you can stick to the floor and hold my ladder. And while you’re down there you can tell me why you got that weird look on your face when you talked about Jonah.”
Spencer looked at Greta, and for a minute he thought about trying to play it off as nothing but she was as perceptive as she was artistic. One carefully arched eyebrow was all it took to make Spencer admit defeat.
He couldn’t tell her everything, though, not without betraying Jonah’s confidence, and he’d rather eat those pop tabs than ever do that. “We’ve been doing things together. In bed.”
While Greta climbed the ladder with an agility and grace that Spencer admired, he spilled his guts. He told Greta all about the recent shift in his relationship with Jonah, but not the details of why it had come about. It was a temporary arrangement. A friend helping a friend. Only now, Spencer’s thoughts about Jonah were more than friendly.
“It sucks that you have such phenomenal chemistry with your best friend. How hard it must be for you to be sexually compatible with someone you have a genuine affection for already.” Greta finished fixing one end of each chain to the ceiling and came back down the ladder. “Men are so dumb. Tell him that you like him. If you can’t tell him, you’re both high school teachers. Write him a note. Ask him to go steady, check yes or no.”
Spencer scoffed at Greta, earning him a dirty look. She shoved a strand of hair out of her face and shrugged. She had a point. One simple conversation could change everything. But what if it changed things in the other direction? Nope. Spencer wasn’t going there. He’d stick to the plan, and he wouldn’t think about it until they were there.
They avoided the subject for the rest of the day, but Spencer knew Greta was curious. She was too perceptive and wasn’t nearly half as unconcerned as she pretended to be. Spencer found her looking at him when she thought he wasn’t aware. He never called her on it, though. He’d let her have her concerns. It wasn’t like he didn’t know why she felt that way.
Spencer had precious few friends. There was Greta, Damon, Jonah, and, by extension, Jonah’s family, who tended to gather people into their fold. It was probably a byproduct of raising three boys on his own, but Jonah’s dad Ethan never met a stranger who didn’t become a friend. Being a diner owner suited him down to the fabric of his being.
It took them a few hours and more trips up the ladder than Spencer liked, but eventually Greta’s vision of her ladder-light came to reality. She flicked all the other lights in the apartment off and left that one on. It wasn’t dark outside yet, but the day had clouded over and the light cast a nice cozy glow over the space.
“It’s even better than I imagined.” Greta came to stand next to Spencer. She knocked her arm into his. “Even though you overpaid for it.”
“I—”
“Save it. I saw the sticker. I will pay you back for this.”
“I’m not worried about it. You wanted one, and I found one. I couldn’t leave without it.”
“I’d pay you back now, but I don’t have cash on me.”
“Save your money, Greta.” Spencer threw his arm over her shoulder, and they silently admired the light. Over the years, Greta’s warehouse conversion had taken on many different forms, but lately she was coming into her own, like she was discovering what she truly liked through trial and error.
“It looks great, doesn’t it?”
“It’s stunning,” Spencer agreed.
“You know you can tell me shit, right? And that I’m here for you?”
“I know you’re here for me. And I appreciate it, but I’ve got this under control.”
“Liar.” Greta elbowed him in the ribs, not hard enough to hurt, but he flinched anyway.
“Brat.” Spencer tried to ruffle her hair, but she spun away.
Things with Greta never would have worked because even though she was attractive, Spencer had thought of her more like a sister, a friend, than anything else. They’d approached the subject together one day shortly after they met and agreed that they were better as friends. That sometimes attraction was brief and flickered out. Burning hot but soon extinguished like a match.
He never regretted it. And he’d never regret allowing Jonah to become more to him than a simple friend. He might not be able to see what was coming around the corner, but he’d never look back and think that he could have or should have done things differently. Faced with the same choices, he knew he’d make all the same ones. He hoped they weren’t mistakes.
CHAPTER 15
JONAH
If the lack of sex in his life had plagued him before, the sudden uptick in sexual activity was all he could think about now. Spencer had become an addiction and Jonah itched to be close to him again. Even more than the kissing and the touching, it was the way Spencer was like a warm blanket, wrapping around Jonah to keep him safe, that affected him the most.
Not since Jonah was a hormonal teenager had he been so incredibly horny, but lately he struggled to control himself. Whenever he thought of Spencer, his blood ran hot and his body responded, plumping his stupid dick without regard for where he was.
