He moves inside of me, slowly, making my body ignite with need as he deepens his hold on me. On my heart. I know he’s a man with a reputation that should scare me, but under him, against him, filled with him, I feel secure.

And I also feel like every single inch of my skin has been consumed with a fire I didn’t realize was possible. My body opens to him, and my heart pounds with excitement as he rocks against me, as his mouth plants kisses along my neck and my breasts, sending a crazy rush of pleasure through my veins.

“You’re so tight,” he growls as he moves deeper inside me, his thick cock filling me so entirely that my body can’t help but whimper with relief. It’s like for the first time ever my body is being given exactly what it wants. Spencer Beckett, in his entirety.

“Oh, Spence, oh, ohhhh,” I cry as he laces his fingers with mine, pinning my hand over my head. Eyes locked, heart beating hard, bodies pulsing. This is the moment I waited so long for.

And God, I’m glad I held out.

Spencer takes control of my body, giving me what I need, and I don’t have to ask. He wraps my legs around him, his palm on my ass, he takes me soft, then hard, in a rhythm of his own making. A rhythm that unravels me until I am jelly in his hands. Until my pussy is begging for release. Until he gives me exactly what I want. An orgasm washes over me and my toes curl and his thick hard cock pulses deeper inside me taking me where I want to go.

Over the edge, with him.

Again and again.

We make love and it isn't painful, it is pleasure personified - Spencer Beckett has a reputation for a reason. He knows how to fuck and make a woman come.

He knows how to make me scream his name.

“Oh Spence, yes,” I cry as we finish together, his cock thrumming inside me and he cradles me in his arms as he comes to the same edge I’m on.

“Goddammit, Charlie,” he moans, kissing me hard. He rolls to the side of me, both of us working to catch our breath. “What the hell was that?”

I roll over as he removes the condom. “What do you mean?”

He shakes his head, pulling me to him. “That wasn’t just sex. That was a goddamn light show. Fucking fireworks.”

Heat rises to my cheeks, and I bite my lower lip, a smile spreading across my face. “So cheesy, Spence.”

He nods. “Yeah, but so true.” He kisses the tip of my nose and that right there gets me wet all over again. He isn’t what I expected. And if these moves of his are a part of his quintessential charm, I get the appeal. But when he looks at me, when he takes my hand and pulls me from his bed, wrapping me in a robe and leading me to the kitchen, I can’t help but feel like what we just shared was special for him too.

He’s naked as he opens the wine and feeds me grapes, and the grin on my face only widens.

These aren’t canned moves.

Are they?

I don’t want to believe they are. Because when he picks me up from the floor and sets me on his kitchen counter, kissing me again like it’s the first time our lips have ever collided, sending sparks over my skin, sending a flash of want over me all over again, I can’t imagine this is all an act.

It feels like the beginning of a love story. My love story.

“Why are you smiling so hard?” he asks.

“I’m just...happy,” I admit.

Spencer grins as he starts to slice the cheese and salami. He hands me a cracker with slices of both. “Eat,” he tells me with a wink. “Sustenance.”

I do as he says, eager for more of his attention.

Being with him is unexpectedly easy. Sure, the wine that I take a sip of cost more than I made in a night working as a waitress, but despite being from completely different worlds, we seem to...fit.

Or maybe I just want to believe that. Holding onto the fairy tale for at least tonight.

Spencer moves closer, undoes the tie on my robe, the terry cloth falling from my shoulder. He plants kisses on my collarbone as the robe is discarded, and plucks my nipple, sending excitement to my core.

I love the feeling of his hard body pressed against me. I drag my fingers down his chest, over his abs, sucking my bottom lip between my teeth when I notice that he’s already hard again.

“You are so naked,” I tell him. Every inch of him is chiseled, perfect. Tanned and toned and just looking at him makes my pussy tingle with excitement. His cock is so thick, so big - and I know that I’m always calling him cheesy and that calling his shaft big and thick is as cheesy as it gets - but it is.

Princeton Charming has a sword and he certainly knows how to use it.

He smirks. “You know it’s not polite to stare.”

I close my eyes, blushing. Still, all I want to do with Spencer is flirt and fuck. Crass maybe, but it’s the honest truth.

“I must have forgotten all my manners,” I tell him, then tease, “I’m so sorry. How ever can I make it up to you?”

“You don’t need to apologize, Princess,” he says, stroking himself. “But if you want a better look, all you need to do is ask.”

I twist my lips, loving his games. “I see. Then, can you please help me get closer?”

He growls with desire, and lifts me from the counter, taking me to the carpeted floor of the living room. I love how in control he is. “Your wish is my command.”

Naked, on my knees, I take his cock in my hand, wanting his warm cum to slide down my throat, wanting to pleasure him the way he has pleasured me. My pussy sings with anticipation as I open my mouth and take him.

He rests his hands on my head, and I begin to suck him in the way I dreamt about doing all week. My mouth is full of him and my pussy begins to drip as I suck him the way I sense he needs. I take him in fully, and the head of his cock hits the back of my throat. I moan with delight as he groans above me. His shaft is hard and veiny, velvety smooth and rigid at the same time.

I feel so beautiful as I look up at him, my mouth full of his cock, our eyes meeting, salty precum hits my tongue and it makes me suck harder, wanting more. More. More. Wanting to make him remember me forever, wanting to get him off until he can’t think straight, until his mind is only filled with thoughts of me.

My want for him in this moment is overwhelming, all-encompassing and it makes me dizzy. My singular motivation: being his.

He loves it, I can tell, because as he reaches his climax, he thrusts deep against my mouth, calling my name as he comes. “Fuck me, Charlie,” he begs, and I do. My mouth fills with his salty release and I swallow him, my belly already needing more.

He pulls out, and I lick my lips, my body hot and pulsing. I press a finger to my pussy, needing the relief, the same way as him. He sees me touching myself and his cock twitches.

I smile, my clit aching. “I thought you said it was rude to stare?”

He laughs, moving to the floor. “Give me that pussy, Princess.”

When I remove my finger, he takes my hand and sucks it, groaning with want as he does and a thrill rushes over me. He likes this just as much as I do.

“Come here,” he tells me as we lie down on the floor. “No,” he says, rolling me on top of him. “Fuck me like this.” He moves me so I straddle him, and he grabs a condom from a side table, rolling it on.

“Prepared, are we?”

He laughs. “Always.”

“Good,” I whisper as he lifts my hips, he guides me down. This is different, sitting down on him. I gasp, the pleasure so different, so intense. So damn good.

“Oh God, Spencer,” I whimper as he smiles up at me.

“Good right?”

His thumb presses to my clit as I begin to swivel my hips ever so slowly. The sensation so all-encompassing I forget myself. My fingers run through my hair and I ride him, coming hard as I move.

“You’re so fucking wet, girl,” he groans, smacking my ass as I come for him. He plays with my breasts, drawing me lower so he can suck them. The pleasure is so intense as he sucks my hard nipples, I grind against his massive cock.

“You feel so good,” I cry as he rolls me to my back, pinning my hands over my head. His body is perfection and somehow we fit together. There are a million reasons him and I won’t work in the real world, but tonight, the real world is miles away. Tonight, it’s just Spencer and me. It’s what we both need, what we want. It’s about more than sex - it’s an escape.

“You’re so beautiful,” he tells me as our bodies reach an entirely new rhythm. Faster. Harder. Deeper. More.

I pant as I come, dripping for him like I didn’t know was possible, and when he thrusts inside me, the pleasure rolls over us both, the release so intense, so deep and real that we collapse after. Satiated, full, and so utterly happy.

I’m falling for Spencer Beckett, and I have an inkling the feeling is mutual.