Better than Sex (San Francisco Sex Gods #1)

Chapter 37

THIRTY-SEVEN

Spencer

After saying good night to Greg and running up the back stairs, Mickey and Spencer crashed together, tumbling into Mickey’s living room, kissing and groping, their tongues already deep in one another’s mouths. Desperate for them both to be naked, Spencer toed off his sneakers and shucked his hoodie before fumbling with the buttons on Mickey’s shirt.

Mickey rucked up Spencer’s T-shirt, pushing it higher until Spencer reluctantly broke their kiss so that he could pull it over his head. Mickey then took a step back and shrugged off his dress shirt.

“I like the tank,” Spencer said.

Mickey grinned and peeled off his tank top. He tossed it on the loveseat and stepped back into Spencer’s space until their hips were flush.

“I like it even better off.” Spencer ran his hands down Mickey’s back until they dipped under his waistband. Feeling only the warm skin of Mickey’s bare ass, he asked, “Jockstrap?”

With a breathy chuckle, Mickey answered, “Commando.”

“Damn,” Spencer whispered as his fingers drifted to the furry cleft between Mickey’s butt cheeks. “I can’t wait to—” His hands stilled at the sound of a little plaintive whine behind them. “Mickey?”

“Is everything alright?”

“Why is there a dog watching us?”

“Oh sugar beet!” Mickey exclaimed, adjusting his boner before squatting down and slapping his thighs twice. “Come here, girl.”

The dog trotted over to Mickey, her tail wagging merrily. “This is Pepper. I adopted her a couple of weeks ago. It was on that day you stopped by and talked to Greg.”

“Oh,” Spencer said, realization dawning. “So when you were at lunch with Keith…”

“I was filling out the adoption paperwork.”

“Not on a date.”

“What? No. I haven’t gone out with Keith. I haven’t gone out with anyone since…you know.” He chuckled when Pepper licked his face. “I should walk her before we go to bed.”

He put his tank top back on. “I’ll take her out to the yard. It should only be a few minutes. Make yourself at home.” He patted his thigh again, and Pepper scampered over to the landing and followed him downstairs.

As soon as he heard the downstairs door open and close, Spencer made a beeline for the bathroom. He regretted not showering before going to the club. Mickey smelled so good, like clean sweat and cologne, while he smelled like a guy who’d been lazing around in sweats all day.

He gave his armpits a quick sniff. His scent was passable, but he wanted to be fresher for Mickey. Tonight was too important not to be at his best.

Reasoning that he wouldn’t have time for a full shower, he stripped off his shorts, soaped up a washcloth, and set to work on his pits and crotch. He hadn’t been wearing socks, so he sat on the edge of the tub and washed his feet, too. Once he’d rinsed off, he found a soft, fluffy towel and dried himself on the way to the bedroom.

Time to set the mood. He clicked on the bedside lamp and turned down the sheets and quilt.

Mickey still wasn’t back yet. How long does it take to walk a dog?

He paced around the room, buzzing with anticipation. On one of his restless circuits, he caught his reflection in the cheval mirror.

Wanting to greet Mickey in the sexiest way possible, he tried out a few poses. Wrapped the towel around his waist and crossed his arms with a smoldering look. Nope . Draped the towel around his neck and held the ends, the way he’d seen in every locker room porn scene he’d ever watched. Nope . Thew it over one shoulder and cocked a hip. That just looks stupid.

With a groan he folded the towel and placed it on the nightstand. He dropped onto the edge of the bed.

The clomp of Mickey’s boots and the skitter of Pepper’s paws announced their return. Mickey’s voice carried into the bedroom. “You be good and stay out here. I love you.”

The sweetness in his voice melted Spencer’s heart. This was Mickey , not some random, meaningless hookup. He didn’t have to play games anymore. He didn’t have to try so hard.

Laughing at himself, he stretched out on Mickey’s bed with his hands clasped behind his head and his legs crossed at the ankles.

Mickey

Pulling his tank top over his head, Mickey stepped into the bedroom. “Pepper buried her nose inside one of your sneakers, so she’ll be occupied for a while.” While keeping his eyes locked with Spencer’s, he discarded his tank top with a carefree toss and kicked the door closed.

“It’s lonely over here,” Spencer said, patting the mattress next to him.

Mickey still couldn’t believe he had a gorgeous man lying naked in his bed, hard and ready, inviting him to touch and lick his body. He hurried out of his boots and socks, hopping on one foot at a time, certain it was the least sexy way possible to take off shoes.

He did better with his jeans, slowly sliding them down his thighs, delighted that Spencer’s gaze dropped immediately to his hardening cock. He flung his jeans into the corner and sauntered to the bed, giving himself a few lazy pulls and licking his bottom lip.

“I can’t wait to put my sex god lessons to use again.” He climbed up Spencer’s body and settled over him. As Mickey kissed his neck, Spencer fell silent, and his tight embrace went slack. Mickey pulled back to study his boyfriend’s pensive expression. When the smile left Spencer’s lips, he tensed with worry. “Are you okay?”

Spencer nodded, but his brows scrunched together. “I promised to make you a sex god, but you didn’t get a chance to play the field.”

Mickey planted a sweet kiss on Spencer’s lips. “I’m okay with you being the only man I’ve had sex with.”

“But—”

“It’s also okay that I’m not the only man you’ve had sex with. None of that matters now.” He kissed his way down Spencer’s chest. “At least I hope it doesn’t, because I’ve been doing some research into blow jobs and there are a few things I’d like to try.” He sucked one of Spencer’s nipples into his mouth.

Around a gasp, Spencer said, “I’m good if you’re good.”

Mickey smiled and positioned himself between Spencer’s legs. The hours he’d spent watching blow jobs on Pornhub must’ve paid off, because it wasn’t long before Spencer was moaning and gripping the sheets in his fists. He seemed to especially like when Mickey flicked his tongue along his shaft as he swallowed him deeper. Mickey came up with that move on his own, since he had to guess at what was happening inside the porn stars’ mouths.

Applying a technique he learned in his sex lesson, Mickey teased Spencer’s nipples with light pinches and flicks, which had Spencer writhing beneath him like a sexy snake.

“Whoa, slow down.” Spencer clasped Mickey’s hands and held them still against his chest. “I don’t want to come yet.”

Slowing down was fine by him – there was so much more he wanted to try tonight. With satisfaction and pride in his obviously improved technique, Mickey let his tongue glide down Spencer’s shaft. He nuzzled Spencer’s balls and inhaled deeply, surprised at the absence of the musky smell he remembered from their first time. “You smell like soap. Did you wash up when I was outside?”

“I did,” Spencer admitted.

Mickey slid to Spencer’s taint, licking beneath his balls and letting his tongue creep lower. “I guess this is a good night to try rimming, then.”

“You want to eat my ass?”

“Yeah, if that’s okay?”

“Fuck yeah!” Spencer lifted his legs and reached down to spread his cheeks, providing Mickey with an unobstructed view of his hole.

“Huh.” Mickey contemplated the small pink pucker and the ring of dark blond hair surrounding it. “I’ve never seen an anus this close before. In real life,” he was quick to add.

“And...?”

“It’s sexy.” He ran his finger over the ring of muscle and smiled when it winked. After kissing the bottom swell of each cheek, he dragged the flat of his tongue over Spencer’s hole. The taste was far milder than he expected, and not at all offensive. At the sound of Spencer’s encouraging moan, he flicked his tongue faster.

He loved how warm and responsive the muscle was underneath his tongue, how it softened as he licked, allowing him to press inside.

Spencer bucked his hips to meet Mickey’s probing tongue, trying to get him deeper, clearly ready for more. Curious, Mickey licked his finger and wiggled the tip against Spencer’s hole. It only took a little pressure for it to slip past the first ring of muscle.

Spencer groaned and spread his cheeks wider. “Keep going.”

“Can I get some lube?”

“Yeah, bring the towel over, too.”

Mickey got the lube from his nightstand and handed the towel to Spencer, who spread it out beneath them.

Trembling with anticipation, Mickey popped the cap and squeezed the bottle forcefully, soaking Spencer’s ass with a huge squirt of lube. “Oh jeez,” he blurted, acting fast to catch as much of the fluid as possible before it drenched the towel beneath them.

Spencer chuckled. “A lot of lube is good. Rub it all around and get your fingers wet. Why don’t you squirt some on my dick while you’re at it.”

Mickey drizzled some lube on Spencer’s head and shaft while he stroked himself, then capped the bottle and tossed it beside them on the bed. He sat back on his heels between Spencer’s legs and pressed a finger against his asshole.

“Apply consistent pressure,” Spencer instructed. “Let me draw you in.”

Mickey sunk his finger inside until he met resistance. He maintained gentle pressure, and after a few seconds the resistance melted away and his finger glided all the way in. It felt incredible – tight around the base of his finger, but soft and velvety everywhere else.

Spencer’s eyelids fluttered closed. “That’s good,” he murmured. “Now, kinda point your finger up toward my belly button. Do you feel a little bump? That’ll be my prostate.”

Mickey closed his eyes and concentrated. He found a firm, smooth bump just as Spencer had described. He pressed it with his fingertip. “There?”

Spencer inhaled sharply. “Yep, that’s it. Fuck. A little pressure goes a long way.”

Mickey worked in a second finger, and before long he was sliding in easily, able to massage Spencer’s prostate with gentle circles. Spencer seemed lost to pleasure, stroking his dick and moaning as a steady stream of pre-cum formed a glistening pool on his belly.

Mickey was overcome by the thrill of touching Spencer inside . Spencer’s body was stretching around him, gripping him, drawing him in deeper. What would it feel like to sink himself into that heat and tightness? To be enveloped by the soft, slick walls? To merge with Spencer, until there was no longer any space between them?

“Can I make love to you?” Mickey asked, his voice a tremulous whisper.

“Yeah. I want you inside me.”

“I have condoms.” Mickey reached for his nightstand, but Spencer stopped him.

“Will you go without? I’m on PrEP. I get tested regularly, and I’m negative for everything. I’ve always been safe. And I know you’re safe.”

Mickey bit his lower lip and nodded.

“I haven’t been with anyone since you,” Spencer added.

Mickey leaned down and brushed his lips against Spencer’s in a soft, unhurried kiss. “I trust you.”

“This will be my first time.” Spencer stroked his fingers across Mickey’s cheek. “I’ve never experienced sex without a condom.”

Knowing that Spencer was giving him something he’d never given another man almost brought Mickey to tears. He hoped he was worthy of that gesture. He’d do everything he could to make the night one that Spencer would remember forever.

He lubed up his dick and nudged the head against Spencer’s slick, slightly open hole.

Spencer brought his knees to his chest to give Mickey a better angle. “Go slow. Ease inside me.”

Mickey held his breath and pushed until his head slipped inside. The heat and pressure was intense – like nothing he’d ever felt before. “Oh my god,” he said, letting his breath out in a rush. When he pressed another inch inside, he and Spencer moaned in unison.

He braced himself with a hand to either side of Spencer’s shoulders as he continued to slide deeper.

Spencer ran his hands through Mickey’s chest hair and rubbed his nipples. “I can’t get enough of your chest.” Between the nipple play and the warm pressure enveloping his dick, Mickey was a live wire, sparking with sensation, so lost in bliss that he didn’t realize he was all the way inside until his balls pressed against Spencer’s body.

Spencer cupped Mickey’s ass and held him close. “Stay with me for a second. Let me get used to you.”

Mickey lowered himself down until they were chest to chest. He licked the shell of Spencer’s ear. “You feel amazing.”

Spencer

“You do, too. It’s so good.” It had never been this good. With other men, Spencer had felt stretched. He’d felt filled. But he’d never felt full . He hadn’t just taken Mickey into his body; he’d taken him into his heart. Into the very essence of his being.

He trailed his hands up Mickey’s back and hugged him. “I’m ready.”

Mickey rocked his hips, starting with short, shallow strokes as he found his rhythm. Their bodies moved together fluidly. Maybe it was silly to think he’d be able to tell the difference between a sheathed cock and a bare one, but it felt different being fucked bareback. The glide was silkier, and of course there was the excitement of having no barrier between him and the man inside of him. The pleasure was almost too intense. After all the prostate stimulation he’d had, he wasn’t going to last long.

He worked his hand between their bodies so he could grip his cock. “I want you to let go and fuck me hard.”

Mickey sat up and settled back on his heels to give him room. “Are you going to jerk off?”

“Yeah. Take me, Mickey.”

“ Oh my god ,” Mickey muttered as his pace intensified. He grabbed Spencer’s hips and used the leverage to drive into him with deep thrusts that had his balls slapping against Spencer’s ass with every stroke. There was nothing tentative or shy about this version of Mickey. He was a forceful, confident top, giving Spencer exactly what he needed while he chased his own release.

This moment – Mickey grunting with every powerful thrust of his hips, a sheen of sweat glowing on his body, the musky scent of their sex all around them – might have been the single most erotic moment of Spencer’s life.

Pressure built in his core, threatening to erupt at any second. “I’m coming,” he gasped. “Don’t stop.” He cried out as his orgasm rocketed through him. The first three jets of cum coated his chest, and the rest slicked his shaft and hand. His release seemed endless, pulse after pulse while Mickey’s cock massaged his prostate.

“I can feel you coming,” Mickey said, his voice tinged with wonder.

Spencer ached with the desperate need to have Mickey claim him in a way no man ever had. “Come inside me. Make me yours.”

Mickey lunged forward and took Spencer’s mouth with a heated, hungry kiss. He clung to Spencer, his movements becoming frantic, his hips snapping wildly. Suddenly, he broke the kiss and dropped his head to Spencer’s shoulder, moaning and shuddering as the powerful contractions of his orgasm overtook him.

As Mickey spilled inside of him, Spencer’s ass became slick. It was a revelation. This was the way sex was meant to end – warm, and wet, and sloppy. Why had he denied himself this for so long?

Because I was waiting for him.

“Stay inside me as long as you can,” he pleaded.

Mickey brushed Spencer’s sweaty hair off his forehead. He looked deeply into his eyes and smiled. Spencer knew from that gaze that Mickey saw him, for all that he was. The good and the bad. The bravado and the brokenness. It was the first time any man had truly seen him.

And he felt safe.

They kissed lazily until Mickey slipped out of him with a soft plop . He rolled off Spencer and they lay side by side, basking in the afterglow, their heaving breaths returning to normal.

“That was incredible,” Mickey said. “Did you feel it? When I came inside you?”

“Yeah. It was awesome.” After wiping their bodies clean with the towel, Spencer turned off the light and lay on his back, his arm outstretched, inviting Mickey to cuddle.

Mickey rested his head on Spencer’s chest and snuggled against him. “Thank you for coming back for me.” His soft, slurred words were heavy with sleep.

Spencer kissed the top of Mickey’s head as a tear rolled down his cheek. Although he’d made a promise once to protect his heart, and swore he’d never fall in love again, he couldn’t deny any longer that he’d fallen hard for Mickey.

He contemplated the words he never imagined he’d say to another man – not after Garrett, and how badly he’d broken his heart. But there was truth in those words now, and maybe he could practice them while Mickey slept next to him.

His voice quavering and unsteady, he whispered, “I love you, Mickey.”

He waited for the rush of anxiety, the fear that would overwhelm him whenever he let his guard down around a man. But in the peaceful silence of Mickey’s room, the words didn’t seem as scary. They felt right. They soothed the wounded part of him that had been restless for so long.

Mickey stirred in his arms, snuggling closer and sighing with contentment. “I love you, too.”

It wasn’t until he heard Mickey’s words that he realized he’d been waiting his entire life to hear a man say I love you . To say it, and mean it, along with everything else it meant. I want you. I accept you.

I choose you.

Spencer found Mickey’s hand in the dark and held it to his chest. As he drifted to sleep, his last thought was that this – falling asleep in the arms of someone you love – was the best feeling in the world.

It was even better than sex.