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When Spencer told me that the water damage in his apartment made it necessary to find a place to stay for a couple of days, I didn’t even think twice before inviting him to come live with me. He was hesitant at first but after a little bit of encouragement he took my offer at last.
I soon realized that I hadn’t taken into consideration that my secret desire for my coworker could make things a little complicated. There was an undeniable tension between the two of us, so much so that I had convinced myself that he had to feel it too. My skin had been flushed and heated for days now and that had nothing to do with the current heatwave.
Just when I thought that I couldn’t possibly get more hot and bothered, the air-conditioning in my apartment stopped working.
The cold shower helped to cool down my skin but my blood still felt like it was boiling ever since I saw Spencer in ridiculously short gym shorts and a plain shirt sitting on the couch earlier. It was understandable that he didn’t feel like wearing actual pants now that my place had become uncomfortably hot, but seeing so much of his skin exposed was doing things to me.
As I stood in front of my wardrobe, I contemplated which outfit choice would accommodate my current state the best. It was then that I started to smirk to myself, deciding to take into action what Spencer had said to me a few days prior.
Please don’t act any differently than you usually would just because I’m around. It’s still your apartment.
Keeping his words and the current temperature in my apartment in mind, not putting too many clothes on felt like the natural thing to do. Being excited to see Spencer’s reaction to my matching set of black underwear and nothing else on my body was just a pleasant side effect. Or so I told myself.
“I swear if the landlord doesn’t fix the A/C soon, I’m gonna melt,” I whined as I stepped out of my bedroom.
Without looking up from his book Spencer mumbled, “That’s very unlikely.”
As I approached the couch, his eyes finally left the pages in front of him to look at me instead. I could see the immediate regret in his face once he glanced over my body. He cleared his throat and shifted his position on the couch, very suspiciously lowering the book in his hands to lay in his lap. I had a hunch that he wished he wasn’t wearing those flimsy shorts now.
With cheeks tinted in a crimson shade, he averted his eyes from me, muttering something inaudibly.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” I snickered while sitting down beside him.
He still didn’t dare looking at me and I noticed droplets of sweat building on his forehead.
“Uhm… you forgot to put on clothes,” he muttered.
“I didn’t forget, silly. I’m trying to prevent heat exhaustion. And I am wearing clothes,” I giggled.
From the corners of his eyes he looked at me, only to close his lids just a split second later.
“You said I shouldn’t act any differently with you around and I’m most comfortable in as little clothing as possible in this heat.”
My eyes fell to the book in his lap, curious what I would find if I dared to remove it. I didn’t do it, though, Spencer already seemed uncomfortable as is. A part of me felt bad for making him feel this way, but a larger part felt very accomplished to have proof that Spencer was at least somewhat attracted to me.
“I’m sorry, I can cover up if it bothers you,” I offered, almost pitying him.
“No!” He almost shouted. “This is your home. I’ll just go to the other room.”
He attempted to stand up only to abort his mission a second later when he seemed to remember why he covered his crotch with a book. “...in a minute,” he added, defeated.
I wondered if he still hoped that I hadn’t noticed his current state or if he had already given up on that. Knowing that apparently he got hard just by seeing me in underwear evoked a spark in me, curious to find out what effects other actions could have.
When I got up from the couch to walk over to the kitchen, I could have sworn that I heard him sigh in relief to be gone from his sight. If he had been a smarter man, he could have used my absence to disappear into the guest bedroom. He didn’t though, instead he kept sitting on the couch, waiting for my return as if he had not yet seen enough of my outfit.
As I poured myself a drink, I came up with an idea to test the waters some more. I added a copious amount of ice cubes into my water glass before I went back over to the couch. Spencer seemed to have relaxed a little, the initial shock of seeing me half-naked seemed to have worn off.
He even dared to look at me now, even though it didn’t stay unnoticed that he tried really hard to keep his eyes glued to my face and not let them fall further down my body.
“Did your landlord say anything about how long this could take?”
Smart boy, trying to make conversation to distract himself.
“No, he wasn’t very specific about that. I think I’ll call again tomorrow,” I sincerely answered.
I fished an ice cube out of my drink and purred, “Looks like we need to find other ways to cool down until then.”
Our eyes locked when I took the little cube between my fingers and let it glide over my neck and collarbone. The cold sensation shocked my system, all my cells suddenly feeling hyper aware of everything around me. It was then that I noticed that Spencer’s body seemed to be a greater source of heat than the summer sun was.
The reddish shade had spread from his cheeks all over his face and down his neck. I saw his adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed hard, clearly trying to focus to not let his sight drop from my face. His lips parted as his breathing seemed a little faster than usual, a single droplet of sweat falling down from his temple.
When my fingers wandered lower, I let the ice cube draw a wet path over my skin until it reached the seam of my bra. That was the moment Spencer lost his composure, letting his sight drop to my chest while a whimper escaped his throat. The sound went through my body like lightning, the heat that had spread in my chest suddenly rushing down to my center.
The peaks of my breasts hardened at the coolness of the frozen cube and I was sure Spencer was able to make out their outlines through the thin lace of my bra. I let the ice cube wander over the swell of my breasts until the last bit of it melted. That was when his eyes found mine again, now darkened with pupils blown wide.
It took me a second to be able to read his expression. When I noticed his tongue darting out to wet his lips, I knew it: Spencer was yearning to taste me.
Deciding I still wasn’t done teasing him just yet, I took another ice cube from my glass and moved over on the couch until my body pressed into his side.
“What is it, Spencer?” I snickered. “You seem so tense and hot .”
Before he could manage to get words out, I let the ice meet the skin of his neck. He tensed at the contact and granted me another one of his little whines. He felt so hot under my touch that I was surprised the liquid didn’t evaporate immediately. He tensed his hands around the edges of the book still laying in his lap while I let the ice cube run up and down his neck, my face mere inches away from his.
Looking at me seemed to be too much for him, so instead he closed his eyes. I moved even closer until I was sure he could feel my breath against his face.
“Is this helping?” I mocked while drawing little circles on his skin with the ice cube.
“God,” he groaned with his eyes still closed, “you’re going to kill me.”
The choice of his words let me hesitate and I leaned back slightly, offering, “I can stop if you want.”
His eyes shot open, finding mine in an instant. “No! Please don’t stop.”
There was no way to stop the smug grin from forming on my face. The ice cube was completely melted by now but my fingertips kept lingering on his neck. His pulse was elevated and the crimson shade of his skin almost made him glow.
Leaning closer to him, I still let a gap remain between our lips to give him a chance to move away from me. I wanted to make sure when I whispered, “Do you want me, Spencer?”
He closed the distance between our lips, kissing me with a fervor that knocked the air out of my lungs. His hands forgot about the book in his lap, letting it tumble to the floor as they gripped my waist instead. I climbed into his lap, my arms around his neck to pull him even closer. When I lowered my hips onto his thighs, I felt his cock straining hard against the thin material of his gym shorts.
As we deepened our kiss, I started grinding my hips against him timidly, the flimsy fabric of my panties hardly providing a barrier between my core and his hardness. When a moan escaped my mouth, I felt him smile against my lips and his confidence seemed to grow. His hands wandered from my waist down to my hips, his fingertips burying into the supple flesh as he encouraged my motions.
When I moved over his length just the right way, he praised me with the sweetest moan I had ever heard. His mouth left my lips to kiss down my neck instead, sucking and licking on sensitive skin, careless about leaving some broken blood vessels along his path. His palms glided over my back, exploring my body as if his life depended on it. When his fingertips found the clasp of my bra, he was quick to undo it, removing the fabric from my body.
He leaned back slightly, letting his eyes roam over the curves and dips of my body before he continued his mission to my undoing. Without a warning, his mouth closed around the hardened peak of one breast while his hand found the other one, kneading it gently. I threw my head back as a sigh escaped my lips while my fingers found his hair, intertwining with his curls to keep him in place.
Although I was the one on top, it was clear to me that he was in control. Not for long, though. A little harsher than I had anticipated, I took a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back, making him whine in protest. He smirked at me while licking his lips, still looking hungry to taste more of me. My hands wandered down to the hem of his shirt, pulling it upwards.
“You’re wearing way too many clothes for this heat,” I whispered while pulling the piece of clothing over his head.
He looked down at my almost completely exposed body and chuckled, “You’re leading by good example.”
“Yeah?” I snickered as I climbed off his lap to sit down on the couch beside him, “Feel free to follow my lead, then.”
He hesitated to do what I had implied, giving me time to glance down at those ridiculous gym shorts some more. The outline of his erection was clearly visible, making it obvious that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath his shorts. I leaned against his side as I let my fingertips run down his upper body, noticing his muscles tense underneath my touch. When I reached the waistband of his pants, I traced along the fabric without actually touching him where he was clearly longing to feel me.
“Those fucking shorts,” I cooed, ”You have no idea what you do to me when you’re wearing them.”
“You’re one to talk when it comes to outfit choices.”
“Getting a little cocky now, huh? I didn’t know your lips even knew how to form words that aren’t polite,” I mocked him.
He raised his eyebrows at me while moving away from my side, sliding off the couch and chuckling, “Clearly you’re underestimating the abilities of my mouth.”
It took me a moment to process what was happening, speechless when I saw Spencer kneeling on the floor before me. His hands gently separated my knees as he started to kiss up my legs. With one swift motion he hooked his arms around my thighs to pull me forward to the edge of the couch. I let my legs rest on his shoulders while he explored the sensitive skin of the insides of my thighs until he reached my center.
I was sure that my panties must have been soaked by now. Spencer’s lips met the fabric, kissing along my covered slit until I started rocking against his face, getting desperate to feel him more. Hooking his fingers around the waistband of my underwear, he pulled it down and let it drop to the floor beside him. His mouth was on me once more, leaving feather light kisses on wet skin until I felt like I was losing my mind.
When I couldn’t handle his teasing anymore, my hands flew to his hair to push him further into me. He understood what I wanted, his tongue gliding through my folds as if he had done it a million times before. I dared to look down at him then and couldn’t stop the moan from leaving my lips at the sight in front of me.
He was staring up at me, clearly studying my reaction to each of his ministrations, his eyes dark and filled with lust. Seeing him on his knees with his face buried between my legs, eager to please me, excited me more than I could put into words. He seemed to notice that by the way my hips started to rock almost erratically against his face. Without breaking eye contact, he moved one of his hands to my entrance, teasing it before letting two of his fingers slowly glide into me.
“Fuck, Spencer,” I panted, “That feels so good.”
He hummed against my folds in excitement as he started to work his fingers inside me. It didn’t take much more until I fell over the edge, my walls fluttering around his digits as I gasped out his name. He didn’t stop until I started pushing him away right before the stimulation got too much for me to bear. Still, he lingered between my legs and gently kissed down my thighs while I tried to catch my breath, my eyes closed and my head thrown back against the couch.
When he sat down on the couch beside me, his lips met my cheeks briefly before he whispered, “You okay?”
I opened my eyes to look at him, finding him softly smiling at me. “Yes. I’m good.”
I found his lips in a hungry kiss, feeling my vigor kick back in as I pressed my body against his. My palm glided down his chest and over his stomach until I found the waistband of his shorts once more. This time I didn’t tease him, my hand finding his cock through the fabric of his shorts, brushing over it with enough pressure to make him gasp.
My fingertips made their way underneath the waistband, moving over velvety skin without a barrier. The urge to experience him in the same way I let him experience me moments before overcame me, so I slid off the couch to kneel before him.
He looked at me with a startled expression. “You… you don’t have to do this,” he stammered.
“I know. But I really want to,” I purred as I pulled down his shorts.
I wrapped my hand around his cock and gave him a few strokes, my thumb gliding over his leaking tip. A groan rumbled through his chest and he looked down at me with half-lidded eyes and glowing cheeks. His fingertips brushed over the side of my face as if he was encouraging me to do what I was planning to anyway.
I left soft kisses along his shaft before letting my tongue glide over his tip, collecting his taste in my mouth. When I closed my lips around him, I locked eyes with him. He moaned out my name when I sank down on him, a broken “ Fuck! ” following soon after. With my hand I covered what couldn’t fit in my mouth as I moved along his hardness, eliciting the sweet sounds of his undoing from his throat.
I felt him twitch against my tongue, warning me that he got closer to his breaking point. At this point I felt my own arousal practically dripping down my thighs, still not having had enough of him. My mouth left his length but my hand kept caressing him, making him tremble under my touch.
“I’m happy to finish you like this but I would really like to know how your cock feels inside of me,” I admitted.
He stared at me with raised eyebrows, clearly trying to make sense of what I was saying. When his brain finally caught up, he placed his hand on mine to remove it from his erection, pulling me up from the floor and guiding me into his lap until I was straddling him.
I wanted to let him know, “I’m on birth control and I just got tested.”
He nodded. “I trust you.”
With his hands cradling my face, he pulled me closer until our lips met. His kiss was soft and unhurried, contradicting the desperation growing inside me. He pulled back to look at me.
“Are you sure about this?” He wondered.
“Yes. I want you, Spencer. I have dreamed about this for a really long time,” I reassured him.
“You have?”
I nodded as I let my hand sneak between our bodies to guide his cock into my heat. As I sank down on him, I muttered, “Yes.. I have. But… reality exceeds my imagination by far.”
I relished the sensation of him stretching me open, halting my movement when I felt him at my deepest point. Kissing down his neck, I slowly started to rock my hips against his, slightly readjusting my position until I found the perfect angle. Spencer’s hands flew to my hips, gripping me harshly and moving along with my motions.
Our lips met in a feverish kiss, tongues brushing against one another as if they longed to merge. My movements became quicker every second passing, ignoring the burning sensation in my thighs. I was already looking forward to sore muscles reminding me of this exact moment the next few days.
Spencer must have noticed the trembling in my legs because he wrapped his arms around my body, holding me tightly against him while starting to buck his hips upwards to push into me. He was relentless in his pace, chasing his relief together with me. The room was filled with a mixture of our moans and the filthy sounds coming from where our bodies were joined.
I noticed how his face scrunched up, clearly holding back until I would finish first. Little did he know that seeing him fall apart was just what I needed to reach my own breaking point.
“Do it,” I sighed.
He looked at me in confusion.
“Do it!” I repeated. “Come inside me.”
Although his pupils were already blown to the rim, I could have sworn that they dilated a little more when he heard my words. When I felt his cock throb inside me, my walls started pulsating as well, entering a state of pure bliss together with him. He buried his face into the crook of my neck and started trembling underneath me, filling me with his warmth while I took over the movements once more until the last wave of pleasure simmered down.
Both of our bodies were covered in a layer of sweat, our chests pressed together as we panted into each other’s skins. His palms glided over my back in soothing circles while my fingertips intertwined with the curls in the nape of his neck.
With the back of his hand, Spencer wiped the sweat from his forehead. “I think now it’s my turn for a cold shower.”
I placed a soft kiss on his mouth and whispered against his lips, “Would you mind if I joined you?”
He smiled into our kiss before helping me get up from his lap. “Not at all.”
His eyes glanced down at my body when I stood in front of him.
“I think, I wouldn’t mind if your landlord took his time to fix the A/C,” Spencer chuckled.
“Yeah? Me neither.”