This is just something I’ve had done for a while, and i hadnt planned on posting it, but because you all have been so patient with my horribly late updates, i thought you might like to read it. This is set right after Katie meets Spencer mama for the first time. I liked the idea of Spencer and Katie in a hotel room in Vegas, so I went with it, but I didn’t think this really matched the theme and the tone of the chapter as a whole, so I left it out.
I won’t put any plot into this, so you don’t have to read it if you don’t want to, it’s just a scene I felt like writing. However, if you love Spencer like I do, and you do decide to read it, I would definitely appreciate a vote or comment, so I know yall liked it. I know smut isn’t for everyone, so I’m warning you all right now, the rest of this chapter will be all sex scene. So, reader’s discretion advised :P
Katie
When we first entered the hotel room, I couldn’t help but ooh and ahh. It was designed in all beiges and greens and the big windows had a great view of the Vegas strip. It was beautiful.
“Spence, you didn’t have to do all this,” I said, as he came in behind me, dropping our bags to the floor.
“Of course I did,” he said, snaking an arm around my waist and pulling me back against his chest. “You agreed to meet my sick mother, I figured a nice hotel was the least I could do.”
“Baby, you already do so much,” I told him, spinning around in his arms and running my hands up his chest. I smiled at him devilishly. “And since we’re in Vegas, in a room we won’t have to clean afterwards, do you wanna have a little fun?”
“Kate,” he said. His voice was deeper and his eyes were darker than usual, leading me to believe he’d been thinking something along the same lines and had just been waiting for me to say something. His hand ran down my side, tugging me closer against him.
“So?” I asked. “Wanna play?”
He bent his head to kiss me, but I twisted away, grinning at the control I had over him. I said play and I meant just that. I walked over to the light brown leather couch, sashaying my hips all the way, and jumped up to sit on the back of it. Spencer followed behind me slowly. I let him step forward in between my knees and his hands came to rest on my waist. He leaned in to kiss me again. I leaned back.
“I said, do you want to play?” I repeated, one hand planted flat on his chest, holding him away from me.
“What game did you have in mind?” He asked carefully, eyeing the space in between us.
“Hmmm,” I mused. “I’m not quite sure. But I know that I want to be in charge.”
“Oh is that so?” He asked, smiling, quirking an eyebrow at me. He tried to grab my face, leaning in to kiss me again. I leaned back again, clucking my tongue chidingly at him.
“I said I’m in charge, now you’re in trouble,” I said, brushing his hands off my waist and pushing him back a step.
“I don’t think I like this game,” He said, reaching for me again. I slapped his hands away. He frowned and yanked me closer to him, his hands biting into my hips as he crushed himself against me.
I gasped and he took the opportunity to finally kiss me, his tongue hot in my mouth and one hand knotted in my hair, holding my lips to his assault. I thought about pushing him off, fighting for the control that I had started this with. But I couldn’t deny how sexy I thought his taking charge was, and the part of me that was moaning under his lips was stronger than the part of me with my hand pressed against his chest.
