NOT SAFE FOR WORK aka MATURE THEMES! SKIP THIS TWO/THREE SHOT IF YOU AIN'T DOWN WITH THAT, YOU WON'T MISS ANYTHING FROM THE OG STORY (APART FROM THE SMUT LMAO). This spinoff is for that 75% who voted for smut, it's LONG as fuck because I write too damn much so it will be two chapters, three at most 😂😂 I couldn't figure out how to bump the rating up to M on the original story, so I just decided to add a new story, whatever lmao. It's sweet but steamy, which is how I imagine their first time together will go. From both POVs, alternating. I hope I delivered 🙏 🙏
I've never trembled in my life,
Heard about it once or twice,
But now I'm shaking,
And I swear the shaking feels so nice,
Well, I don't know what I'm gonna do,
'Cause I don't wanna be away from you,
You shouldn't have felt so good,
Lord knows I've never felt so good,
It's wonderful,
Well, there's only one thing I need to know,
Can I stay with you, babe,
For the rest of the night,
Can I stay with you, babe,
For the rest of my life,
Can I stay with you, babe,
Through the end of all time,
Oh, baby, please,
Let me stay through the night- Karyn White, Can I Stay With You
Both POV's
Her head was held high, and she had a confident saunter in her step as she walked into Spencer's hotel room. Nobody would have guessed that Trina was a mess of nerves as she gazed around the opulent suite with wide eyes, conscious of the fact that Spencer was putting the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the outside handle of the door before closing it behind them. Her throat was dry, and she swallowed with an audible clicking sound as she thought about what they were about to do.
Once she had decided to stay over with Spencer in his hotel room, the point of no return had been reached. Well, to be fair, the game had changed as soon as she had decided that she wasn't going on her much-anticipated date with David. How could she go out with another man when all she could think about was Spencer, his scent, his taste? And now, here they were, alone together, and the domineering thought running through her mind was, am I really going to go through with this? Could she? And most importantly, did she want to?
As Spencer slipped his toned arms around her waist, hugging her from the back against his sculpted bare chest and nuzzling her neck softly, Trina's breath caught in her throat.
"You smell so good, Trina," Spencer murmured against her skin, his warm breath misting over her earlobe in a way that made Trina's body run hot with arousal.
He shifted to face her, arms still wrapped around her, their body heat merging even more now that he was shirtless, and she was only wearing a thin white top over her lacy pink bra. His lips quirked up in that charming smile and he asked, "You okay?"
His smile always lit up his serious brown eyes, like a beam of sunlight coming out from behind a cloud, and Trina couldn't help smiling back. She relaxed in his arms. Whatever her other misgivings, she was sure of one thing- she wanted Spencer.
"Yeah," she replied, noting the sudden concerned look on his face, echoed in his eyes as he gazed at her, and wanting to make it disappear. "A bit nervous, I guess."
As his smile faded even further, Spencer nodded. He took a step back from her, dragging a hand slowly down his face and allowing Trina to ogle his tall, rangy yet solid frame. His arms and shoulders were lightly tanned and perfectly toned, and she worried her bottom lip between her teeth as her eyes raked over his defined abs, narrowing into a slim waist. Puffing out a breath, he said, "Me too, musa mea."
Trina did a double take, her hands reaching up to grip Spencer's muscular forearms as she stared up at him. In complete surprise, she asked, "You? What do you have to be nervous about?"
He was supposed to be the experienced one of the two of them, and if his kissing skills had anything to say about it, he knew what he was doing. So why…?
Spencer chuckled, enjoying the feel of Trina's dainty fingers trailing on his bare skin. She would be touching him all over his body soon, if everything worked the way he hoped, and he would be doing the same to her. His heart thudded at the thought as he looked down into her soft brown eyes, and he willed himself not to mess this up. It was all that he had wanted ever since he had met Trina, and tonight, if all went right, two would become one.
"Being here with you, alone, after wanting this, wanting you for so long…" He licked his lips, conscious of how dry they suddenly were, and heard himself honestly admitting, "I don't want to screw anything up."
Chuckling, Trina gave him a playful punch on the shoulder, and something in his chest tightened, then expanded like a blooming rose as he realized again how much he loved her. "We're never gonna get anywhere with that defeatist attitude of yours," she joked, pursing her full lips up at him and making him hard in his swim shorts.
God, the things he wanted to do to her right now…
"Oh, 'we', huh?" With his usual cocky attitude whenever he was around Trina, feeling like he could do anything as long as her eyes were on him, Spencer pushed up closer to her, and this time she didn't back away like she normally did. "I like that."
Cheekily, Trina smiled up at him. "Yeah?"
Nodding, he dipped his head down until his lips were brushing hers, featherlight. "I like that a lot."
They kissed, slowly, lazily, like they had all the time in the world instead of just one incredible night. She pressed her body against his, all warm, smooth curves. His hands left her waist and sank into her soft curls, finally free of the hindering ponytail it had been tied up in earlier. He imagined her laying on her back on the bed, curls spread out on the pillow, naked, waiting for him, ready for him, and it took all his self-control to curb his reckless instinct to rush things, to find that pleasure he knew they would give each other. They had all night. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.
Spencer heard Trina moan softly into the kiss as he slipped his tongue into the welcoming heat of her mouth, and he resolved to coax every single moan, whimper, and sigh that he could out of her before he was done. Then a thought came to the forefront of his mind, and he broke off the kiss brusquely. His fingers slid through her soft curls and landed on her shoulders.
What if she wasn't ready for this huge next step? He wanted her in his bed with his whole heart, body, and soul, but what if she didn't feel the same?
As she blinked up at him, confusion imprinted on her attractive features, he said, "We don't have to do anything you don't want to, Trina. Honestly." Her brow creased slightly as he continued, almost tripping over his words. "You being here tonight is more than enough. We can just talk-."
His voice cut off in mid-sentence as Trina placed a finger against his lips, an obstinate look on her face. Spencer knew that look well, and it turned him on all the time, making him supress a shiver of need. He knew right then like he had known from the start; he would let Trina take the lead anytime she wanted to.
"I didn't come here to talk, Spencer."
The look he gave her, cheeks tinted with color, pupils dilated with the same aching need she felt sweep through her body as he gazed at her in a rapt way that was way too endearing, made Trina weak in the knees. A daring feeling suffused her, spurred on by his sweetness and earnestness, and she knew she had made the right choice coming to the Metro Court hotel to find Spencer. She wanted him, and if the liquid feeling in her lower stomach was any indication, she wanted him desperately.
Before she could lose the boldness that was racing through her like a freight train, Trina pushed both hands against the tight abs she had been longing to run her fingers over since the first time she had seen him shirtless, catching him by surprise, and he stumbled backwards and landed on the edge of the bed. Without a second thought, she was straddling his lap, her legs on either side of him, gazing down into his eyes, which were glued on her, taking her in.
Spencer's slightly panting breaths hit her lips as his hands immediately rose to grasp her hips. His scent drifted into her nostrils, his sexy aftershave and the freshness of his cologne heating up her senses, and her body zinged with electricity as she slipped her arms around his neck. Being in his lap didn't feel awkward to Trina, it felt right, somehow, and she could feel his heartbeat through the thin layer of her top, thudding against his ribcage.
His hands were gliding up her back, tracing the line of her spine and the slight pressure made her quiver, a bolt of craving hurtling through her. Fingers brushed down her sides, and then his hand flirted with the waistband of her denim shorts before skating up the bare skin of her stomach, making her muscles tense at his touch. Her eyelashes fluttered; lips parted in a ragged sigh. As Spencer's hands continued to trail up her body, he lifted up the thin coverup Trina wore, exposing her flushed skin to the cool air of the hotel room. He licked his lips hungrily at the sight of Trina's body, and she involuntarily strained towards him, the smooth brown skin he had just uncovered begging to be touched.
Spencer's voice was husky as he whispered, "You are so sexy, Trina," and he glanced up at her as his wandering hands ghosted past her breasts which were covered in a lacy pink bra. Trina's stomach coiled at the flaming heat in Spencer's eyes as they met hers. Slowly, he dragged his hands back down her body, and one grazed her bare thigh.
She innocently wriggled her hips a little to get more comfortable, and her breath faltered in her throat as she realized that she could feel the hard length of his erection, hot and throbbing, against her inner thigh.
"Ohhh..." Trina felt the breath shudder out of Spencer as he stared up at her through his long, gorgeous eyelashes. She saw the same longing in his eyes that she felt in her soul, and she suddenly forgot to breathe for a second. But she needed to be sure about something, a sudden fear holding her in its grip.
Spencer's hot, dry palm drifted up and down her thigh, the light touch almost driving her crazy and her desire for him blazed through to her core. "Can you promise me something?" she whispered.
"I'll promise you whatever you ask for. Anything for you, Trina."
Immediate, simple, genuine.
Her heart soared; she couldn't stop the happiness from filling her from head to toe. It was then that she knew that Spencer had truly meant every word back in the gallery.
Swallowing hard, Trina maintained eye contact as she hesitantly asked, "Can you be patient with me? It's my first-."
"Your first time?" Spencer cut in, a dazzling yet roguish smile breaking out across his face.
Trina sighed in exasperation. How was it possible to want to kiss and slap someone at the same time? A fake scowl turning down her lips, she asked, "What's that smirk on your face, Spencer?"
"I'm not smirking," Spencer replied, biting back a laugh. He had missed this- the banter they had perfected during their first official meeting. He couldn't flirt and joke around with anyone else the way he did with Trina, and he loved it.
Warningly, Trina poked him in the chest, and he knew she could feel his pounding heartbeat. "Spencer-."
"No, I'm just- I'm honored." He caught her eyes with his, the smile slipping from his face. She looked so uncertain, and nervous. He wanted to reassure her, and took her hand in his, squeezing it gently. "Flattered. I never thought, well, I never wanted to think if you'd been with anyone before."
Just the thought of anyone else touching his Trina was enough to build up a smoldering rage in Spencer. He didn't want her squirming with pleasure under anybody but him, didn't want another man making her come over and over unless it was him. Her next words blew some relief into his heart.
Her eyes wide and beautiful, she shook her head. "I haven't. But you-."
She paused, and Spencer sucked in an involuntary breath as her perfectly white teeth bit down on her full bottom lip. Now it was his turn to shift, trying to adjust himself because he was harder than he'd ever been before, and Trina was broaching a serious subject- him and Esme.
"Only with her. That's it." No need for names to be mentioned, they both knew who he was talking about. He pressed a soothing kiss to her hand, then added, his voice filled with honesty, "Not that it matters, because tonight, it's just me and you. And I promise, I'll make it special for you, Trina. I want tonight to be everything you deserve."
His lips brushed against her cheek as he spoke, and then he was peppering kisses along her jawline, seeking the sweet pulse point of her throat as he tugged her closer to him with his free arm. Trina whimpered as she pressed against him, and he wanted to rip off her top immediately, just for the skin-to-skin contact. She wiggled on his lap again and the sensation of her bare thigh pressing against his erection, with only the thin material of his shorts separating them, was almost dizzying.
Unable to help himself, he rocked his hips up against hers, once, twice, seeking more friction, and she moaned in response, her hands tangling tighter in his hair. He gasped softly against the fragrant skin of her neck. Her skin tasted so good as he traced over her jugular with his tongue, and when he sucked on the spot where her neck met her shoulder, she gave a breathless cry which vibrated through him.
Another gyration over his hard length, and a moan escaped him. She felt amazing on top of him, her body heat flooding through him, and he trailed both hands up her thighs, gently pushing her legs further apart as he lifted his lips from her neck. A dull red mark was starting to appear on her skin, and he chuckled internally. He hadn't given anyone a hickey before, and now he had marked the only girl he cared about.
"That's gonna leave a bruise," he murmured conversationally, slipping his fingers under the edge of Trina's shorts. Her legs twitched, and she watched him speculatively, eyes heavy-lidded and sexy.
"You did that on purpose," she breathed, leaning forward to kiss him slowly, and yeah, she was definitely dry humping him. She gracefully rolled her hips over his hardness, over and over again, moaning softly into his mouth as they kissed sloppily, hungrily. It was the hottest, sexiest experience he'd ever had, and the primal state of arousal he was already in heightened as he gently nibbled on her bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth, his tongue licking over every part of it.
He pulled back, his head clouded by her, and she grumbled in annoyance. "Can I take your top off?" he murmured, the words brushing across her lips.
Spencer felt her breath halt for a second, and she opened her eyes, glazed with passion, and looked at him. His hands were able to fit in the space between her shorts and bare skin, and he palmed her ass with both hands, causing her eyes to flutter shut as she ground down onto his shaft, trapped behind his shorts, making stars appear behind his eyes. The friction felt fantastic.
But he had a mission, remove Trina's clothes, then make her feel better than she was making him feel. "Musa mea, look at me," he said, injecting a note of command into his voice, even though all he wanted to do was melt against her and let her ride him fully dressed until they both came.
Her eyes opened again, and she moaned, "Spencer… feels so good," in a shakily sexy voice that went straight to his groin. She leaned her head on his shoulder, and he shivered as she trailed her lips sideways against his neck in hot little kisses.
"I need to take your top off, Trina," he groaned, sliding his hands up her back and under her top. His fingertips explored her soft sides as he drifted his hands up her back. She was wearing a bra which he desperately wanted to take off. He planned on tasting her entire body tonight, and he was going to start with her nipples.
She lifted her head from his neck much to his regret, and nodded, raising her arms to help him out. Holding his breath, Spencer tugged her top over her head, and paused for a long while, drinking her in. She was wearing a simple pink bra trimmed with lace that contrasted beautifully with her brown skin. He had seen her body before when they used to go to the pool, when she had worn an assortment of bikinis that made his fantasies run wild, but this was different. He had never seen her in just a bra and shorts before, and she was stunning.
"You're perfect," he whispered wonderingly, running his fingers over the faint outlines of her ribs, and watching her shiver.
Biting back a moan, Trina said, "Flattery will get you anywhere."
She leaned back a little, supporting herself by putting both hands flat on the bed. Dry humping Spencer had awakened every cell in her body, and she knew her panties were damp. Nobody she had kissed or made out with in the past had made her feel like this, but then again, this was Spencer. All he had to do was give her a slight head nod and she felt desperate for him. And he clearly felt the same about her, if the way his eyes were devouring her body was any indication. The way he looked at her made her nipples harden in her bra, and she had the sudden, wanton urge to take it off. Removing her coverup had made his handsome face light up like a Christmas tree. How would he look at her when she let him take off her bra, her panties? When he finally slid inside her?
"You think so-," Spencer started to reply, then his face went slack with pleasure, as, lost in her fantasy of Spencer inching into her, Trina lifted up her hips so that her center was right over Spencer's erection, and shifted against him. A moan slipped from his lips. "Oh, God, Trina."
Demurely, she said, "Sorry, did I hurt you?"
"You could never hurt me, musa mea." He gazed longingly at her as she moved off his lap, leaning against his side, and reached over to hesitantly stroke him through his swim shorts. "Feels great," he mumbled sexily. God, he was hard. She could feel his girth through the thin material of his shorts, and she wondered how it would be between them. Would it feel as good as the grinding had? Better? Her imagination started running away with her. Suddenly, Spencer pulled her hand away from him and grinned at her. "My turn to make you feel good."
His mischievous smile, and the dominating glint in his eyes, made her insides turn to jelly. He pulled her back onto his lap and kissed her again, his hands behind her back. Suddenly, her bra felt loose, and she realized he had unclasped it. Before she knew what was going on, he was standing up with her in his arms, still kissing her hard, only to deposit her onto the middle of the bed on her back. The breath puffed out of her, but before she could recover, Spencer was climbing over her, that sexy, devious smile still on his face.
"What are you up to?" Trina asked him, her voice coming out breathless.
Dropping a quick kiss on her lips, Spencer straddled her waist. "I said I'm gonna make you feel good, Trina. Just relax." He pulled her bra off gently, tossing it behind him carelessly, and his breath stopped in his throat at the sight of her small, perky breasts, a lighter brown than the rest of her body, topped with beautiful, dark nipples. "Oh, my God," he breathed, unable to do anything for the moment but look. She really was a work of art, an absolute masterpiece, and he was finally getting his chance to taste her, claim her, make her his.
Author's Note- Part 2 will be on de way soon! Thank you for reading 💚💚 **Hides face in shame like Marge Simpson in that meme* Byeeee!