Better than Sex (San Francisco Sex Gods #1)

Chapter 28

TWENTY-EIGHT

Spencer

Spencer had been so certain he’d find Xander on the other side of the door that all he could do was stare in confusion at the man he’d walked away from less than thirty minutes ago. “Mickey?”

Mickey lunged forward and kissed Spencer, desperately pressing their lips together before relaxing into a proper kiss. Spencer was stunned but snapped out of it quickly. He held Mickey’s jaw with both hands and kissed him back, a deep groan rumbling in his chest as the pent-up desire from the evening found release.

When they finally separated, Mickey said, “I feel like that was meant to happen when you dropped me off. I had to do it before I lost my nerve.”

Spencer pulled him into another kiss, one that deepened almost immediately. Their tongues slid along one another, and this time it was Mickey that moaned as he ran his hands over Spencer’s bare chest, coming to rest on his pecs.

“You’re here,” Spencer mumbled against Mickey’s lips. “How are you here?”

“I called an Uber as soon as yours pulled away from the curb.” Mickey trailed his fingers down Spencer’s chest. “Can I come in?”

Spencer nodded and welcomed him inside.

Mickey closed the door behind him, his eyes trained on the floor. “Tonight was perfect. Set the bar pretty high for a first date.” He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. “I, um…” He lifted his chin slowly, and when their eyes locked Mickey’s breath hitched. “Can we have sex tonight?”

“Mickey…”

Mickey held up his hand. “I know you don’t do relationships, and that’s fine. It doesn’t have to be more than this.”

Spencer decided long ago that sex wasn’t something special to cap off a romantic evening. It was just a way to get off. Visions of the countless men he’d casually fucked flooded his mind – memories of sucking them, riding them, rutting against them, shamelessly taking what he wanted, and always assuming they were using him in the same way.

But Mickey was different from those men. Spencer didn’t deserve what his gentle, loving friend was offering to him.

“I’m not a good guy, Mickey.”

“I don’t believe that. Everything I’ve seen tells me you’re a good guy.” Mickey’s bright smile weakened Spencer’s resolve. “I want my first time to be with you.”

“Your first time should be special.”

“It will be.”

Seconds away from giving into temptation, Spencer tried one last time to talk sense into Mickey. “I mean, it should be with someone you like. Someone you’re dating.”

“I like you. And we were on a date tonight. I’m a grown man, Spencer, and I know what I want.” Mickey closed the distance between them. “I want you.”

Spencer’s defenses crumbled and he crowded Mickey against the door, crashing their mouths together as he fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. He yanked the shirt out of Mickey’s jeans and pushed it open to expose his chest. “God, you’re gorgeous.”

He kissed his way down the swell of Mickey’s pec, following the trail of dark hair on his soft belly to his navel and then working his way back up to suck on his nipple. Mickey combed his hands through Spencer’s hair, moaning softly as his head dropped back against the door.

“Are you ready for more?” Spencer asked.

“Yes. I’m ready.”

Spencer gave Mickey a quick kiss before taking his hand and leading him to the bedroom. When they passed Xander’s bedroom door, Mickey hesitated. “Is Xander home?”

“No, we have the apartment to ourselves. If I know Xander, he won’t be home for hours, if at all.”

Mickey smiled and followed Spencer into his room. While he leaned against the wall to take off his shoes and socks, Spencer clicked on the lamp near his bed and turned down the sheets.

“Come here,” Spencer said softly.

Mickey stepped into his space, and Spencer slid his unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. “You looked so good tonight.” He kissed Mickey’s shoulder. “From head to toe.” He ran his hands down Mickey’s biceps, smooth with natural muscle. “But I can’t wait to see you naked.”

Mickey undid his belt and fly and wriggled out of his jeans, revealing a sky blue jockstrap. His thick cock, already half hard, strained against the cotton pouch.

“God damn.” Spencer urgently stripped off his pants and kicked them out of the way.

With a sly smile, Mickey pointed to the see-through mesh panel on Spencer’s black briefs. Remembering the conversation they’d had on their shopping trip, Mickey chuckled. “Laundry day?”

“Nah.” Spencer cupped Mickey’s bare ass cheeks and coaxed him forward until their cocks pressed together. “I was secretly hoping to get lucky.”

He rolled his hips, grinding into the heat and hardness in Mickey’s briefs. At his birthday party, that move had brought the festivities to an abrupt and uncomfortable halt. But tonight, Mickey was clearly hungry for more. He rocked his hips side to side, seeking friction, moaning at the delicious slide of cock along cock.

“That feels so good,” Mickey said.

“So good.” Spencer kneaded Mickey’s bare ass cheeks and let his fingers roam closer to his crack. Mickey’s heart was racing, an insistent drum beat against his chest. “Are you nervous?”

Mickey buried his face in the side of Spencer’s neck. “A little. What if I can’t remember everything you taught me?”

“Don’t worry,” Spencer assured him. He palmed the long, thick outline of Mickey’s erection and cupped his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. “I’ll take care of you.”

Spencer was determined to make this night as special as possible. The stakes were too high for him to rush or half-ass it. A bad first time would be so much worse than one lousy, forgettable lay in an endless stream of hookups. If he did this right, Mickey would remember this night forever.

He gripped the broad elastic waistband of Mickey’s jockstrap. “Can I take this off?”

Mickey took a step back and nodded. “Yes. Please,” he answered in a breathy whisper.

Spencer eased off the jockstrap and licked his bottom lip at the sight of Mickey’s cock. It was slightly shorter than his own, but much thicker. Porn-star thick . His dark pink head had a pronounced ridge and tapered gracefully to his slit, where a bead of pre-cum welled. It was a powerful cock, strong and rigid, standing proud over plump balls and a thicket of black curls.

Spencer used his thumb to spread the pre-cum over Mickey’s head. “Your cock is amazing.”

Mickey whimpered, breathing through the intense pleasure of being touched for the first time by a hand that wasn’t his own. He stared at Spencer’s crotch, overtaken by lust. Lowering Spencer’s waistband, Mickey carefully freed his cock and balls, then let his briefs fall to the floor.

Tentatively, Mickey wrapped his fingers around Spencer’s shaft. Tightened his grip a bit. “You’re so warm.” He slid his hand toward the base of Spencer’s cock and then back toward the head over and over, stroking with increasingly confident pulls. “Your… cock is amazing, too.” He stumbled a bit on the word cock , forcing it out in a loud whisper, but hearing the word on Mickey’s lips sent a wave of tingling pleasure through Spencer’s dick.

Mickey continued exploring, licking his thumb and smearing his spit on Spencer’s dickhead, rolling and gently squeezing his balls. The look of wonder on his face warmed Spencer’s heart.

Spencer lifted Mickey’s chin so he could meet his eyes. “Do you want to taste me?”

“Oh god.” Mickey sank to his knees and took Spencer’s cock inside his mouth, sliding lower until it bumped against the back of his throat.

“Fuck,” Spencer groaned. “No gag reflex.”

Mickey smiled around his dick and drew almost all the way off. He swirled his tongue around Spencer’s head a few times before taking him in again. He bobbed his head, slurping and sucking while he held on to Spencer’s ass cheeks. It wasn’t the most expert blow job, but it was enthusiastic and sloppy, just the way Spencer liked. Saliva soaked his cock, wetting his pubes and dripping down his balls.

“Yeah,” Spencer crooned, running his hand through Mickey’s hair. “Get me really wet. I love that.”

Mickey whined and took him deeper, into his throat, and swallowed around his cock. Spencer went weak in the knees when he swallowed around him a second time.

“Okay, okay,” Spencer said, frantically tapping Mickey’s shoulder. “If you keep doing that I’ll come too soon.” He motioned toward his bed. “Have a seat.”

Mickey slid Spencer’s cock out of his mouth and sat on the edge of the bed. Spencer stepped between Mickey’s knees. “It’s my turn now.” He lowered himself to the floor as Mickey spread his thighs.

The strong, sweaty scent of Mickey’s groin was intoxicating. Spencer worked his nose between Mickey’s balls and inner thigh and inhaled deeply, humming in contentment as the manly smell filled his nostrils. With slow, deliberate strokes, he slicked Mickey’s shaft with the ample pre-cum leaking from his slit.

Desperate for a taste of Mickey’s cock, Spencer dragged his tongue along its length, from the base to the tip, moaning at the salty flavor of his skin and pre-cum. “God, you taste good.”

Unable to hold off any longer, Spencer wrapped his lips around Mickey’s cock and began blowing him in earnest. His own cock throbbed in his hand as he jerked himself in rhythm with the bobbing of his head.

It wasn’t long before Mickey was grabbing fistfuls of the sheet and fucking into his mouth with quick snaps of his hips. When he started panting and grunting with each thrust, Spencer pulled off his dick so he wouldn’t come.

Mickey gasped at the sudden absence of Spencer’s mouth and collapsed back against the mattress, his chest rising and falling with his rapid breath. “Wow. You’re…wow.”

Spencer chuckled and lapped at Mickey’s nuts. “What do you want to do tonight? We can keep going with oral…” He sucked one of Mickey’s balls into his mouth and let it slip out slowly. “Or we can try anal. I’m vers, so I can take either position.”

Mickey threw his forearm over his eyes, took a deep breath, and mumbled something incomprehensible.

Spencer pressed his tongue between Mickey’s balls and licked to the tip of his dick, collecting the pre-cum that dripped onto his stomach. “What was that?”

Mickey cleared his throat. “Will you top me?”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. I’ve been practicing with the toy you gave me.”

He’s so fucking adorable. “The toy? Oh, you mean the massive porn star dildo?”

“ Spencer ,” Mickey said in a thready whine.

Spencer laughed and crawled up onto the bed next to him. He kissed the tip of Mickey’s nose. “Get on your hands and knees. We can stop at any time, for any reason. Okay?”

Mickey nodded and got into position. He looked back over his shoulder. “I trust you.”

Spencer kissed the base of Mickey’s spine. “I’ve got you. Now, push your butt toward me.” He spread Mickey’s cheeks and groaned with lust once his cleft was fully exposed. His asshole was a bit ruddy and surrounded by a dusting of dark hair. Natural, masculine, and sexy. Not bleached and waxed beyond recognition, or scrubbed with harsh soaps and slathered with perfumed lotions so that it smelled like peppermint or lavender or – on one memorable occasion – espresso. Mickey had an honest scent, musky and raw, and Spencer couldn’t remember a time when he’d been more aroused by the prospect of rimming a guy.

His first lick was heavenly. Mickey’s hole was responsive, softening under the sweeps of his tongue, but it was the thrill of knowing he was touching Mickey in a way he’d never been touched before that made the experience unlike any rim job he’d given before. He devoured Mickey’s ass, flicking his tongue, lapping at his hole, sinking deeper. Chasing his dark, earthy taste.

Mickey moaned and squirmed, pushing himself back on Spencer’s tongue.

“Good?” Spencer asked.

Mickey slumped forward, burying his head in the pillow. “I had no idea how good it would feel,” he said, his words muffled by the pillowcase.

“Just wait. It gets better.”

Spencer knee-walked to the nightstand to grab the condoms and lube. He squirted some of the slick liquid into his hand and spread it over Mickey’s hole. “We’ll take it slow. Remember to keep breathing.”

His index finger sunk into Mickey without much resistance. Although Mickey was tight, his finger didn’t meet the unyielding muscle he was expecting to find. It was a good sign that Mickey had indeed been practicing with the dildo. With some careful prep, he’d open up nicely.

Spencer took his time working his fingers into Mickey, gradually stretching his hole and getting him used to the sensation of being fucked without being in control. When Mickey started rolling his hips and playing with his nipples, Spencer used his index finger to massage Mickey’s prostate.

Mickey arched his back and cried out. “Do that again.”

Spencer rubbed his prostate in small circles as Mickey pushed back against his finger, trying to get him deeper. “I think you’re ready.” He kneeled behind Mickey and after rolling on a condom, pressed himself against Mickey’s hole.

Mickey groaned as the head of Spencer’s cock slipped past the first ring of muscle. “Yeah, penetrate me.”

Spencer bit his lip to stop from grinning. He’d go over dirty talk again later. “You’re so tight,” he said. “I’m going to fuck your tight ass.”

“My virgin ass.”

Spencer shivered as the realization of what they were doing slammed through him. I’m fucking a virgin. My ultimate fantasy . He clung to Mickey’s hips and gritted his teeth, holding back from burying himself inside Mickey with a single thrust.

While he gauged Mickey’s response, he sunk in slowly, pausing when his head breached the inner ring of muscle and Mickey tensed up.

“Are you okay?”

“I think so,” Mickey answered, his chest heaving with rapid breaths. “I lost my erection.”

Spencer rubbed his lower back to soothe him. “It happens sometimes. Anal sex can be overwhelming. Should I pull out?”

“No, don’t stop.”

Spencer slipped inside with a smooth, steady press. When he was fully seated inside Mickey’s ass, he paused to appreciate the incredible heat and tight grip. He’d been inside tight asses before, but Mickey was different. This wasn’t just about getting off. This was about introducing someone to the pleasure of sex. Affection warmed his core. “I’ll make it good for you,” he promised.

He spread Mickey open and watched himself sliding in and out, using his thumbs to rub Mickey’s rim where it stretched around his cock. As the muscle softened under his touch, he gradually thrust faster. It wasn’t long before Mickey was pushing back to meet his thrusts, grunting softly every time Spencer’s hips slapped against his cheeks.

“How are you doing?” Spencer asked, grabbing Mickey’s hips for leverage.

“Good.” Mickey looked over his shoulder. “Can we change so we’re face-to-face? I want to see you.”

They shifted position and spread out a towel under Mickey’s butt. Once Spencer had pressed back inside, he sat back on his heels, running his hands over Mickey’s furry belly as he rocked his hips. “How’s this?”

Mickey wrapped his legs around him and pulled him down. “Closer.”

Spencer settled his weight onto Mickey, bracing himself on his elbows and hooking his hands around Mickey’s shoulders. “How about now?”

Mickey smiled and closed his eyes. He hugged Spencer close and nuzzled his neck. “Good.”

Spencer dropped his head to the pillow next to Mickey’s and took his time building a steady rhythm. For most hookups, he felt pressured to perform, to act like he was in a porn film, pounding the guy’s ass and punctuating each punishing thrust with a throaty grunt or a bitten-off curse. Tonight, though, he felt completely present, enjoying the closeness with Mickey. They didn’t have to prove anything to anybody. They were just two men, joined together, moving as one, on a summer night in San Francisco.

“Kiss me?” Mickey asked in a timid whisper.

Spencer kissed his way to Mickey’s mouth and dipped his tongue inside. Caressing Mickey’s tongue with his own, he was overcome with the desire to be closer, as if sharing their heated breath was still not enough. He thrust harder, tried to sink deeper, even though his balls slapped against Mickey’s ass with every stroke.

Mickey was hard again, his cock a rod of steel between them as he writhed and rubbed against Spencer’s stomach, pre-cum slicking his skin. He grabbed Spencer’s ass, bucking his hips and chasing his release.

Spencer broke their kiss and gazed into Mickey’s amber eyes. The man looking back was no longer a virgin. He was lost in the throes of passion, a scarlet flush on his cheeks, his hair plastered to his sweaty forehead, and he was beautiful.

“Fuck me,” Mickey said.

Hearing that vulgar word – a word Mickey never used – coming out of his mouth sent Spencer’s arousal into overdrive, firing up every nerve ending in his cock. “Say it again.”

“Fuck me.”

With his heart pounding in his chest, Spencer surrendered and let his hips take over, driving him home, thrust after thrust. “I’m so close.”

“I’m coming, too.”

Spencer cried out and fell over the edge, clinging to Mickey as spasms from the most intense orgasm of his life shook his body. Seconds later, Mickey hugged Spencer tighter and spilled between them, his hot cum wetting their skin while his hole contracted around Spencer’s cock.

They panted together, riding the waves of their mutual orgasms. Once they’d caught their breath, Spencer pressed their foreheads together. “That was…” The best sex I’ve ever had.

“Amazing,” Mickey said. “Sex is way better than jerking off.”

Joy bubbled up in Spencer and he chuckled. “Yeah. There’s nothing better.”

After a quick kiss to Mickey’s forehead, Spencer pulled out and discarded the condom. He cleaned them up with the towel before clicking off the lamp on his nightstand.

They lay on their sides facing one another, bathed in the bluish city light that seeped through the window. Spencer smoothed Mickey’s damp hair back off his forehead. “Can you stay?”

Mickey nibbled his lip and raised his eyebrows. “Are you sure?”

Spencer smiled. Mickey knew the rules of being a sex god. The guys had certainly drilled them into his head over the last few weeks. Rule one: Don’t let the guy sleep over.

Spencer may have been selfish at times, but he wasn’t a complete asshole. He wasn’t going to kick Mickey out of bed on the night he lost his virginity. This was more than hookup etiquette, though, more than some noble decision to “do the right thing.” He wanted Mickey in his bed, falling asleep in his arms and dreaming beside him.

Maybe sex with Mickey didn’t have to be a one-time thing. Maybe it was finally time to set the rules aside. To be open to something more.

“I’m sure. Please stay.”

They shimmied under the covers and Mickey took Spencer’s hand, gently interlacing their fingers. “Thank you for making my first time special.”

A lump rose in Spencer’s throat. Unable to speak, he chose instead to kiss Mickey, letting the soft brush of his lips communicate all the words he couldn’t find.