Dearest, Darling (S.R)

Chapter Twelve

"What are you doing here? I thought you weren't back until tomorrow?" Spencer breathed, nuzzling his face into my neck. God, I had missed him so much, I was so glad to be back home.

"I couldn't stay there any longer, do you have any idea how loud it is being in a house with like 30 Greeks?" I replied, giggling as his hair tickled my face. "Besides, I thought you probably missed me too much." Being in that house without my dad there just wasn't right and as guilty as I felt about leaving Kit to deal with my mum and George, I knew coming home would be the best thing for me.

"You have no idea," he whispered, "you coming inside?" I nodded, following him into his apartment.

As soon as the door had shut, I had Spencer pushed up against the wall, crashing my mouth against his. I needed him, and I needed him now. Spencer gripped my hair and I ran my hands down his front, palming his dick through his trousers.

"Maddie..." he warned, pulling away from the kiss as he held my face. His eyes searched mine, worry plaguing his face.

"Please, Spence." I started fumbling with his belt, trying to get it undone and he grabbed my wrists tight, pulling me off him.

"What do you want?"

"I just want to feel something." He spun my around, pressing me up against the wall with my arms pinned up above my head as he started kissing me again. I whimpered as he moved one his hands down, wrapping his long fingers around my throat. He smiled into my mouth at the noise, leaning his full body into me with his hardness pressing against me. My hands dropped and I moved them straight to his belt that was now undone but he pulled away from me completely, causing me to groan in frustration. He just grabbed me by the back of my neck, shoving me forwards towards his bedroom.

"Stop pouting, I'm still going to fuck you, just not against the wall," he muttered in my ear, squeezing my neck tighter. "We can save that, for another time." My stomach tightened with anticipation.

His mouth reconnected with mine the second we entered his room, his hands ripping off my clothes before I even had chance to realise what he was doing. I tugged at his shirt, trying to take it off him but I couldn't focus enough because of how much he was touching me and I kept fumbling over his buttons.

"Just fucking take it off," I whined, his mouth trailing down my neck as he reached round my back to take off my bra. His eyes darkened as he pulled away, kicking off his trousers and pulling his shirt over his head, not even bothering with the buttons. My mouth was watering at the sight of him stood there in nothing but his boxers which were tight against his bulge. "Are you going to fuck me now or are you going to make me beg for it Dr Reid?" I murmured, closing the small distance between us as I reached up on my tiptoes to kiss him lightly.

He roughly grabbed me, pushing me backwards onto the bed, his soft hand wrapping around my throat as he leant over me. "Not today Dr Parker, but one day I will," he growled in my ear, making my toes curl. He let go of my throat and I tried to sit up and reach for his boxers again but he just pushed me back down, pinning my arms above my head. "Stop being so impatient and let me appreciate you."

"You've got all night to appreciate me, just please touch me!" I gave him my best puppy dog eyes, pouting slightly.

"The more you whine, the longer I'm going to make you wait for it," Spencer replied, grinning at me as he started pressing kisses down my chest and stomach until he settled between my legs, looking up at me through his lashes as he raised his eyebrows slightly. I had to bite my lip to make sure I kept my mouth shut, especially at the sight of him there. "Good girl," he smirked at me, kissing the inside of my thigh.