Page 74 of Baby Love
“Here’s the part where you arrive at the office,” I say. Spin looks so cute as Boom with his bright smile and eager attitude. When Khao and Boom get smashed together by the crowd in the elevator, their eyes meet and sparks fly. It gives me goosebumps because I really feel that way around Spin.
When the reaction filming is over and the lighting and camera men leave, Spin and I sit on the couch cuddling. My feelings for him have only strengthened during the past few weeks. Our ship is going strong with fans already talking about how anxious they are to see us in another series together. I’m hoping for a rest before that happens, and I know that Spin is, too.
“We’ve been together all day every day for weeks, but, somehow, it feels like we haven’t spent any time together,” I say, taking his hand. It’s smaller than mine, warm, and soft. We’re sitting so close, I could count his individual eyelashes.
He blushes shyly. “I thought I was being greedy, wanting to spend more time with you when we’re together all the time already.”
“You know we can fix that by having you move into my house,” I remind him. It’s a subject I’ve brought up more than once in the past few weeks, but Spin feels we need time to get to know each other before taking such a big step. Rationally, I know that’s true, but there’s nothing rational about how I feel about him.
Leaning closer, I wait for some signal that he might not want my kiss, but he meets me halfway, pressing his mouth to mine and sucking on my lower lip. It gives me the shivers. Burying one hand in his silky hair, I tug his head back, kissing him deeply before letting my lips trail down his jaw to his neck. He trembles in my arms, which arouses me more than I would have imagined something like that would.
“P’Park,” he says breathlessly, then gasps when I nip the skin above his collarbone with my teeth.
“Sorry,” I say. “I can’t help myself. You make me crazy.”
Spin groans and wraps his arms around my neck, pulling me toward him until I’m lying on top of him on the couch. My mouth finds his again, and I spend long moments sweeping my tongue through his mouth while he pushes his erection against my abdomen.
“P’Park,” he begs.
I lift off him long enough to pull his shirt over his head and throw it onto the floor. Then my mouth finds one of his small, brown nipples and I suck, eliciting the most delicious sounds from his mouth. His nipples are so sensitive; I love to tease them. I bite into the little nub, and he cries out, arching into me. He’s so hard, and so am I.
“I want you, P’Park. I want you so bad.” He’s panting hard, and I just want to devour him. Leaving his nipple red from my ministrations, I kiss my way downward until I reach the zipper of his pants. My fingers fumble to get it open.
“Can I suck you?” My voice is raspy with need.
Spin answers with a long moan. A moment later, I have his cock in my mouth. I bob and suck, giving everything I’ve got to drive him over the edge as quickly as possible. Then I want to be inside him.
“Oh, ohhhhh…” Spin grips my hair with one hand and the back of the couch with the other, body thrumming beneath me. In my haste I had only pulled his pants to his knees, so I can’t spread his legs but I run my thumbs over the soft skin of his thighs while I work him over with my mouth. He tastes delicious, and I hum low in my throat as I suck him.
Spin’s grip in my hair is vicious, but I like it—it shows how much he’s loving what I’m doing to him. As his body stiffens and jerks through his climax, I swallow his cum, then lick up what spilled from my mouth. When I finally raise my eyes to look at him, he’s wrecked, his pale chest rising and falling in quick breaths and his dark eyes glazed over in repletion.
I can’t resist crawling up his body for a soft, heartfelt kiss. “Can I fuck you?” I whisper in his ear.
“Please,” he says, turning his head to catch my lips with his. We kiss for several moments, then Spin kicks off his pants and underwear while I get a condom from my wallet.
When I sink into him, I release a low groan at the tight clutch of his body around my cock. Lowering my head and squeezing my eyes shut, I take a moment to enjoy the sensations running through me. I feel Spin kiss the top of my head, and I smile.
Then I start to move. Spin moves with me, meeting each thrust with enthusiasm. Propped on my elbows, I watch his face while he watches mine. It’s profoundly intimate and something I don’t remember sharing with Pear or with anyone else. I take my time with him until he’s hard again and begging me to make him come.
Raising his legs, I find the place inside him that makes him tremble and gasp, hammering it while he squirms beneath me. We reach our peaks simultaneously, Spin’s fingers digging into my biceps.
“I want to feel your cum dripping out of me,” Spin says fervently.
My cock gives a last, feeble squirt into the condom, and I roll off him.
“Was I too rough?” I ask. “I meant to ask you that about the first time. I get a little carried away.”
He blushes. “I like it.”
Grinning, I lean over and kiss him before settling with my head on his shoulder.
After we’ve recovered and I’ve taken care of the condom, I ask, “How are things with Nok and Bass?”
Spin curls into my side and sighs. “It’s weird. For me, not them. I was already having trouble thinking of Nok as an adult, but to see her dating Bass…it’s really awkward for me. Maybe they feel it too, and that’s why I’m not seeing much of them.”
Noting the hurt in his voice, I kiss the top of his head. “All that will work out in time.”
“I hope so.”