Page 59 of C is for Comfort

“You have kids?” I ask. I didn’t mean it to sound as accusatory as it did.

“No. A niece and a nephew. They stay over sometimes.”

I look at the floor. “Sorry.”

“What for?”

“Jumping to conclusions. I saw the toothbrushes and just assumed. I guess I look like a total ass now.”

Spence comes over to me and puts his hands on my hips. “Look at me, sweet boy.”

I’m powerless to resist. His voice is so gentle yet commanding with it.

“I would have come to the same conclusion. Tabitha is nine, and Robbie is five. They’re my older sister’s children.”

“Do you have any other brothers and sisters?”

“No, just Emily. And trust me, one sister is plenty. She’s a total pain in my arse. It’s her life mission to set me up and marry me off.”

I laugh. “You’re not so keen on that idea?”

Spence shrugs. “In my experience, blind dates generally end in disaster.” He leans close to kiss my lips. “Meeting guys at kink parties, however, can work out pretty well.”

He wraps his arm around my back and kisses me again, more firmly this time. I press into the kiss, slipping my hands beneath his shirt so I can feel his skin.

“You’re all tense again,” he says.

“I think bunched muscles is my body’s normal state, but maybe I need another massage.”

“That’s why you keep coming back, isn’t it, sweet boy?” Spence asks. “Not for the sex or for my scintillating conversation but for my magic hands.”

“Your hands are amazing.” I lick his earlobe. “And not just for massages.”

“And the rest of me?” he asks.

I step back and look him up and down. “The rest of you is amazing, but your hands are my favourite part.”

“Just my hands?” He waggles his eyebrows suggestively.

“I like your eyes. And your voice.” I shiver, just thinking about him. “Your voice is like velvet.” I run my hands over his neat beard. “I like how your beard feels against my skin when we kiss.”

He kisses me again, purposefully rubbing his beard over my jaw. The short hairs tickle.

“What else do you like?”

“How strong you are.” I squeeze his biceps. He hasn’t got big, firm muscles like some of the guys I’ve slept with, but he’s got a quiet strength about him that really turns me on. “I like that you’re just a bit taller than me.”

He chuckles.

“I like how amazing you look in a shirt.” I start to undo the buttons. “And out of one.” I run my hand down his chest, over his belt, and squeeze his cock through his trousers. “And I like this. A lot.”

He moans, and his cock starts to harden beneath my hand.

“And I like that you seem to care.” I regret saying it because the sexy air between us seems to evaporate as though my words have put a wall between us.

“I do care, sweet boy.” He slides his hands down to my arse, squeezes gently, and pulls me close to him so our cocks rub against each other. He kisses me again and then stares into my eyes for the longest time. “I was thinking…”

“Sounds dangerous,” I say, trying to make my voice light.