Page 81 of Catching Sparks

Throb after throb, I come until it drips from the corners of her mouth and slides down her chin. She pulls her finger free, and I go weak, slumping against the bricks and stroking Poppy’s hair and forehead and cheeks. Everywhere I can reach. Needing to touch her.

Slowly, she gets off her knees, and I’m forced to drop my arm back to my side. I wait for the moment to shatter, but it doesn’t. With the back of her hand, she cleans her face of spit and cum, and I watch, too enamoured with her to look away. Her cheeks are a deep red, and one glance at her knees has me dropping to mine.

“Shit.” They’re covered in rocks and dirt, and I gently brush them clean with my thumbs, trying not to be pissed with myself. “Do they hurt?”

She stands patiently and lets me do this. “Not enough to be concerned about. I like it, actually.”

“You like having sore knees?”

“If they’re sore from sucking your dick, then yes. Don’t you like having sore knees after licking my pussy?”

I glide my fingertips to the back of her thighs, humming low in my throat. In this position, it would be easy enough to lean forward and press my face between her legs. With my touch confident and steady, I slide my hand over the soft expanse of her thigh and dip a finger along the centre of her panties. They’re slick, her arousal soaked right through them. The lips of her pussy suck the wet fabric between them, and I bite down on my tongue hard enough I’m surprised it doesn’t bleed.

Poppy shivers, goosebumps appearing beneath my fingers cupping her other thigh. She chokes on a whimper.

“Garrison.”

I shake my head and push to my feet. I’m still hard, not even that intense of an orgasm sating me. “Not here.”

“Then take me home.” It’s the closest to a beg as I’ve gotten from her so far tonight.

I don’t need any more convincing. When she screams for me, no one else will be around to hear. It’ll be all. For. Me.

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POPPY

“Please! Stop or let me come, you son of a bitch!” I cry out, tugging at chunks of Garrison’s hair as he sucks hard on my clit, leaving the dildo inside of me buried deep, stretching me.

I’m shaking, my ass flaming in a way it never has before. Every brush of it over the mattress as I squirm beneath his mouth ignites the burn, and I hate the way I love it. I lost track of the number of times he spanked me, but each one led me further and further to nirvana.

He knows it too. If he wasn’t using that to his advantage, there would be something fundamentally wrong with him.

His teeth tease my clit just enough for the threat to register. It’s empty, though. He’d never hurt me like that. Maybe I shouldn’t be so sure of that already, but I am, and I’m not upset about it.

The pressure of his hand on my belly grows as he uses his other to drag the dildo from my pussy. I tighten around the thickness on instinct, the drag of it against my inner walls sparking another wave of intense pleasure that I have to focus on ignoring again. It’s nearly impossible, the orgasm denial having lasted for too long not to ache to give in and explode.

The moment we got back to my place, we were kissing, and Garrison was bending me over the back of the couch and fucking me until I was sure there was an imprint of his cock in my gut. I nearly came at the first brush of him inside of me, and that’s when it started. I’ve been teased and brought to the edge too many times to count since, and now I’m delirious.

It wasn’t until after the first few teased orgasms that the toys appeared. I’ve never been one to turn down the use of a toy, and now I’m regretting not hiding them from him beneath lock and key. There’s only one cock I want inside of me, and it isn’t made of silicone.

I’m left empty and aching when the dildo slips free and, a beat later, drops on the mattress beside us. Garrison abandons my clit and dips his tongue over my hole, licking and kissing almost in apology. I hum, hips jerking up, still desperate for it despite the exhaustion creeping in.

He strokes my belly and thigh before draping my leg over his shoulder and delving his tongue through my slit, drifting lower until he brushes the tight ring of my asshole.

“Do you deserve to come, Poppy? Have you suffered enough?” he asks, spreading my cheeks to circle my ass with his tongue.

I jerk at the sensation, my arms shooting out to grab at the bed. “Yes, and you know it.”

His eyes lift, snaring mine in a predatory gaze. “I’ll always give you what you need. Me. No one else. For as long as I get to eat this gorgeous cunt and fuck you until you’re sated, you’re mine. I won’t share you,” he growls into my wet skin.

We’re both naked, but I feel a million times more exposed. He’s used to being obeyed, but I won’t make it easy on him. I’m not one of his employees, and the playing field needs to be evened out.

“Is that what this is? Fucking? Friends with benefits officially?”

His fingernails prick my flesh as he wiggles his tongue inside my ass the smallest amount, just enough to have me gasping on my next inhale.

I slap a hand to the mattress, greedily taking my questions even further. “Answer me. Do you get this possessive over all of your fuck buddies? Is it a habit of yours to lay claim to them in public?”

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