Tasting the Forbidden - A Mayhem Erotica Anthology (16 page)

Never one to mince words, George slowly says, “I can’t wait to have your cock in my mouth.” He locks his eyes with Spencer’s.

“Christ Almighty, George,” Spencer chokes and has to shift his erection in his uncomfortably tight dress pants.

George quirks an eyebrow and smirks at a very flustered Spencer. He does rather enjoy teasing his lover. Angling his body to keep all but the most observant from catching him, George leans forward, tips his hand and stretches his fingers just enough to barely ghost his fingertips across the bulge between Spencer’s legs.

“In a few hours, that’s all mine.”

Spencer growls, licks his lips. “Be careful what you wish for, baby.”

George’s eyes glaze over, turning black. “Promises, promises, Spence.”

Needing room to breathe, George takes a step backward, giving them both space so they don’t cause a scene. It would be so easy to do, just the slightest sign from Spencer and George would have his tongue in Spencer’s mouth before the man had time to take a breath, consequences be damned. However, the timing couldn’t be more wrong, so he takes one more step backward.

George whispers, “You . . .” and suddenly overcome, snaps his mouth closed.

There’s so much to say that he can’t say anything at all. Emotions and words clog his throat. Spencer means everything to him, and the fact that he can’t show it, can’t shout it from the rooftops sits like sour acid in his stomach. Unable to stop himself, George hooks their pinky fingers together and presses his lips against Spencer’s ear. “Knock ‘em dead. I’ll be watching.”

He doesn’t look back as he walks away, but he can feel Spencer’s eyes sear right into his soul. He’d never do anything to get in the way of Spencer’s dreams of making it to Washington, but he’ll be damned if he’ll give Spencer up, either. No chance in hell that will ever happen.

George manages to avoid the rest of the Cade family the rest of the evening. It’s not hard to do seeing as how every time he turns around, there’s one more person that absolutely must speak to him, or one problem that needs his immediate attention. Spencer is always there, though. Always in the corner of his eye. As his campaign manager that’s the way it’s supposed to be, but as each minute ticks by, George switches from shrewd political guru to a man aching to feel his boyfriend’s hands on him.

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SPENCER turns his head and rolls his eyes as another self-important supporter gushes about his speech. Surreptitiously, he glances at his watch and his stomach does a somersault. It’s close to eleven and the last of the hanger-ons should be leaving anytime now. The sooner the better.

“Thank you for coming and for your support. I hope I can continue to count on it as we get closer to election day,” Spencer murmurs, his focus fixed solely on George as he shakes hands with one of the larger bigwigs of the party.

Spencer said good-bye to his family over an hour ago. His parents gave their usual reserved “well done,” Carlton rolled his eyes and acted like Spencer should be grateful he even deemed it worth his time to show up, and Phoebe, as usual, didn’t say a word. Melanie left without so much as a wave or an “I’ll see you at home,” and Spencer didn’t bother to wonder why.

The man, Spencer can never remember his name, though he probably should, George is talking to guffaws loudly, then turns to leave after slapping George on the back hard enough that he stumbles. The only people left in the room are a few volunteers and the hotel cleaning staff. It’s time. Spencer tips his chin and cuts his eyes toward the door at the back of the ballroom. They can’t risk spending the night together, either in the hotel or at George’s condo, but Spencer wants George so badly that it hardly matters. A bed would be nice, but someplace private, dark, and with a wall will do.

For now.

Spencer slips unseen through the door into the small supply room. Two of the walls are lined with shelves, crammed full of tablecloths, napkins, and placemats. Not exactly the most romantic setting, but he supposes beggars can’t be choosers. Less than a minute behind him, George follows, the snick of the door as it closes loud in the confined space. The small room certainly wasn’t meant for two men—horny, ready to get down and dirty men. at that.

“About fucking time,” Spencer groans before he turns and pins George to an empty wall. His mouth covers George’s and his tongue plunges deep inside. Spencer grabs George’s face to hold him steady and presses the entire length of his body against his lover’s. He doesn’t think about anything as he steps between George’s legs, bends his knees for optimal pleasure, and grinds their hips together.

Despite the heaviness in his cock, the strain in his legs, Spencer keeps the kiss slow and sensual, savoring every rasp of his tongue along George’s with every sweep inside of the hot mouth.

“Spence,” George gulps when breathing becomes a necessity.

Spencer doesn’t slow his hips, though his hands get to work. He pulls George’s shirt from his pants, immediately sliding his fingers over George’s flat stomach and up his smooth chest. Spencer thumbs George’s nipples, and sucks on the skin behind George’s ear that never fails to turn him into a whimpering mess. Spencer smiles against George’s neck. “I love it when you make that sound.”

George grunts and tilts his head to give Spencer access to more skin. “Do that again and I promise I’ll make it all you want.”

Working his hand between them, George goes right for the zipper of Spencer’s pants. It takes a little maneuvering because interrupting Spencer while he feasts on the side of his neck isn’t anything George wants so he lets his fingers do the walking until he’s able to push his hand inside Spencer’s boxer briefs. His fingers meet a hot, hard cock and both men groan, the deep sound echoing through the air.

“God, yes. I’ve been thinking about your hands on me all damned day.” Spencer hisses when George curls his fingers around his shaft and squeezes.

George licks up the side of Spencer’s neck. “One orgasm a day isn’t enough for you, huh?”

“Not when it’s from my own hand, no. More,” Spencer demands.

Hands and arms tangle as both are divested of their shirts, and then finally,
finally
, they are skin to skin. George’s touch feels so good and Spencer rocks his hips with each long, perfect stroke of his cock. Not too hard or fast, not too soft or slow, just a steady rhythm designed to drive Spencer completely out of his mind.

“Jesus. So good,” Spencer breathes into George’s mouth right before twirling their tongues together. Spencer plays for a few twists and turns. He can’t get enough of George’s mouth, his lips or tongue. Spencer could spend hours just kissing George, but they don’t have hours. Their time is limited and as much as Spencer would love to delay the main event, there really isn’t enough time to do so.

Already ahead of Spencer, George falls to his knees. “You might have been thinking about my hands on you all day, but I’ve been busy thinking about swallowing your cock down my throat.”

George frees Spencer’s cock and licks his lips at the sight of the shiny head. Leaning forward, he slowly runs his tongue around the flared head, dragging it through the bit of pre-come leaking from the slit. He rocks back on his heels, chuckling at Spencer’s grunt of displeasure at the loss of George’s mouth. George jacks Spencer slowly, grinning when Spencer thrusts his hips.

Spencer slides a hand in George’s hair, twisting just enough to pull. “Stop teasing and suck me like you mean it. Get me good and hard so I can fuck you.”

Needing no other incentive than that, George opens wide and takes Spencer deep into his throat. He keeps his lips tightly around Spencer’s shaft and lets his tongue trace the vein along the underside as he moves up and down. Spencer throws his head back against the wall behind him and lays his other hand on George’s cheek. He rubs his thumb across George’s jaw, the slight stubble catching on his skin, prickling. “God, your mouth,” Spencer tells him.

George looks up. His dick throbs when he sees Spencer standing above him, neck muscles taut, eyes squeezed shut, lips shiny and swollen from their rough kisses. So gorgeous and all his . . . at least for right now.

Wanting to feel Spencer inside of him, George bobs his head a few times then swallows, knowing that will push Spencer right to the edge. He’s not wrong. “Fuck, fuck,” Spencer pants, twisting George’s hair tighter.

“Up. Now. Get naked. I want that ass.”

Spencer pulls George to his feet and whips him around so fast George’s glasses tilt on his face. Hot breath fans his ear and Spencer grabs his cock through his pants. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, G, you won’t be able to walk without feeling it for days.”

Spencer’s nickname for him makes George’s heart lurch even while he strips. Knowing that it’s only for him, something shared just between the two of them makes him dizzy. He rights his glasses, kicks off his shoes and pants and leans his forehead against the wall. Behind him he hears Spencer grab a condom and he assumes lube as well. They each have made it a habit to carry both in their pockets whenever they know they’ll be in the same place; they never know when they might be able to find a few minutes alone.

A heavy, warm hand on his ass makes George jump. “Now that’s what I’m talking about,” Spencer says as he licks a line up George’s spine. “Spread,” Spencer tells him and nudges George’s knee with his own.

George flinches when a cold, slick finger glides through the cheeks of his ass. The sound quickly turns to a moan as Spencer begins to circle his entrance. “Oh, damn that feels so good,” George tells him, arching his back, begging with his body for more.

“Does this feel better?” Spencer asks quietly as he presses a finger slowly inside.

It burns until the ring of muscle relaxes, then it feels so good George forgets to breathe for a few deep strokes. “More, Spencer. Please,” George pleads shamelessly.

Spencer adds another finger and pushes in once more. He has to grit his teeth as he watches his fingers disappear into George’s willing body. So hot. “You good?” Spencer questions, knowing George is perfectly fine. Better than fine if the sounds filling the small room are any indication.

“So fucking good. Come on, baby, fuck me. I’m ready and I’ve wanted this all day.”

His aching cock is ready, too, so Spencer moves closer to George, holding his shaft as he pulls his fingers free. He presses the tip of his slicked, latex-covered cock against George’s hole. Inch by inch, Spencer slides inside.

George breathes through the burn, waiting until the blinding pressure eases and all he’s left with is pleasure. For as turned on as they’ve both been all day, the slow build to this moment is even more intense, making everything feel even better than it normally does. Spencer begins to move, the rhythm steady, the strokes mind-numbingly deep.

“Yeah. That’s it, right there.” George’s voice drops, his words become choppy as he tries to talk as Spencer hits his gland every single time.

Spencer tips his head back. His thighs burn, his jaw aches from clenching it so tightly. His fingers dig into George’s hips; he knows he’s leaving bruises but he doesn’t care. In and out, over and over, the slap of Spencer’s balls against George’s ass in time with every thrust.

Glancing down, Spencer can see George’s hand move and he reaches out, batting it away. “No. You’ll come just from my cock in your ass.”

George groans. “Fucking hell.”

“Come on, fuck back on my cock. Show me what you’ve got and use those muscles,” Spencer taunts as he snaps his hips, hard, and pounds into George.

George smacks the wall, bending his knees to change the angle just enough so that Spencer bottoms out inside of him. He looks over his shoulder, a hint of a smile on his face. “Kiss me,” he says simply, needing Spencer closer, as close as he can get.

With one hand on George’s hip, and the other wrapped around George’s chest, Spencer leans forward, pulling George back against him. Their mouths meet in a wet, sloppy kiss, but it’s just what George asked for. Sweat drips down Spencer’s back, but he’s close, so close.

“Let me see you come. Give it to me,” Spencer urges and pinches one of George’s nipples between his fingers.

“Oh, God damn it,” George hisses as sweet, hot fire spreads from his toes all the way up and out of his cock. He comes so hard he sees white and just when George is sure he’ll pass out from coming harder than he’s ever come in his life, Spencer lets go. George stretches an arm up and around Spencer’s head, and when he feels the sting of Spencer’s teeth in his shoulder, George’s cock gives one last, half-hearted twitch.

Neither moves while they catch their breath. The room smells of sweat and sex, and George pretty much thinks they should move in and never leave. He turns his head and brushes his lips lightly across Spencer’s jaw then his mouth, kissing him simply because he can.

“Fuck, I love you,” Spencer whispers, still semi-hard inside of George.

“You just love me for my ass,” George teases, though he knows Spencer is deadly serious.

Spencer slips from George’s body and quickly wraps the condom in one of the napkins he pulls from the shelf. He’ll throw the whole thing in the trash on his way out. With another napkin they both wipe themselves off. Once clean, George is on Spencer, his mouth hungrily nipping and kissing every inch of sweaty skin he can reach.