"Come sit on my lap, sweetheart," Spencer whispered, leaving a trail of wet, opened mouth kisses along her neck and jawline. Y/N could feel him smirk against her skin as she groaned at his words. Her hands knotted his hair, listening to him as he guided them to the armchair.
Settled in the chair, Spencer's fingers ghosted against her neck before they caught on the glittering gold necklace that rested against her collarbone. He pulled the necklace forward, marveling at her whimper as her body fell towards him. His lips slotted against hers again, capturing her in yet another searing kiss. Y/N melted into the kiss, losing herself in the way Spencer's hands crawled up her back, claiming the expanse of her skin for his and his alone.
"That's a good girl." Spencer hummed into her ear, "One kiss and you're a good little girl for me. So pilant. So perfect."
She whined into Spencer's neck, leaving kisses and marks of her own making against his flushed skin. His stubble was rough against her smooth skin, making her feel more raw and vulnerable under his already blistering gaze. His hands spread out across her neck, fingertips leaving heat-soaked touches that were followed by open mouthed kisses. She could feel his breath in her ear, counting the times his chest rose, forcing their two bodies to arch closer than before.
"Daddy please," she whimpered, her hands forming fists around the fabric of Spencer's shirt. She could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat against her chest, beckoning her toward him like a light at the end of a dark and deep tunnel. She wrinkled his shirt, secretly like the way his appearance grew more and more disheveled as time unfolded.
"Daddy, huh," Spencer whispered. His voice was charismatic, an aphrodisiac that threatened to make her head spin around and around again. Spencer's lips melted the walls she put up, breaking them down in one kiss to her temple. His lips are like fire, like molten lava that drips down the curve of her lip, over the slope of her neck, and the sharpness of her collarbone. He's everywhere and nowhere at once.
"Yeah," she confirmed, a shyness palatable in her timid tone. It was like every nerve in her body was lit on fire. She felt it build and build like an orchestra's crescendo in her belly as Spencer's nimble fingers twisted around her hips and ventured lower and lower to her thighs.
Spencer's hands slapped against her legs lightly, silently instructing her to stand. On wobbly legs, she followed his directions, earning a sly, yet devilishly charming smirk. His hands worked her jean's button fly, undoing them and dragging them to her ankles. Spencer's eyes ranked over her legs, scanning and taking in the bareness of her soft skin. He trailed a single finger from her ankle. It was like her spine was electrified, watching his long, most-definitely skilled finger travel up her kneecaps, her thighs and wrap around, deliciously, her waistband.
"Already soaked for me," Spencer tutted, his tongue peaking out from in between his teeth. An air of confidence radiated off him as he tugged off her underwear. "Let's see how pretty you look sitting on my cock,"
She bit her lip, a cautionary measure to prevent herself from sounding as desperate as her mind and body felt. Spencer's hands, warm and large, gripped the fleshy part of her hips, hauling her back towards his lap. He had already undid his pants, his belt lying forgotten at his side. Hungry, Spencer licked his lips, pink tongue jutting out again as a sinful promise of what was to come. He winked and it was like they had a secret world together with words and languages and colors they couldn't hear or see without anyone else.
"Please hurry, daddy," she whimpered, the crude name sounding playful and teasing from her mouth. He pressed kisses against her soft stomach, face and hands hidden under her tee-shirt. She took it off, revealing his messy hair even more disheveled from the fabric of her shirt.
