Page 48 of Catching Sparks

“I’d have sucked your cock the moment you stepped into this room with it already hard for me. That’s the power I have and the kind I crave. I take whatever the fuck I want in the bedroom. And tasting that dick is high on my to-do list.”

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POPPY

Garrison abandons my ass the moment the words register. I watch his supposed dominance drift into the void when I spin and grab his wrist, tugging him onto the bed. His back hits the mattress as I shift to his side, one palm flat to his chest to keep him down while the other grips his thigh, dangerously high.

My eyes are glazed as I stare at the cock throbbing against his stomach. There isn’t an inch of my body that doesn’t ache for release, for the out-of-this-world explosion that’s sure to come the moment I sink deep onto him. But I continue to torture us both, knowing the payoff will be so damn worth it.

Slowly, I reach out with one finger and drag a line up the edge of the pulsing vein along his shaft. It’s red-hot and so silky smooth, the tip shiny with precum.

He shivers, puffing out a brutal breath. “What are you waiting for?”

“Have you ever been punished, Garrison?” I ask softly, slipping my thumb over the seeping tip of him, swiping away the precum collecting there.

His eyes burn, flames hot enough I nearly feel their burn on my skin as he narrows his eyes on my thumb, watching while I push it past my lips and suck.

He clenches the comforter in stiff fists, the vein in his throat pulsing. “Like this? Never. Now, let me fuck you.”

“Not yet.”

My hair falls to curtain my face as I lean over his lap and wrap my fingers around the thick width of his cock. His attention is an encouraging weight, heavy yet soft, demanding but somehow patient. An odd mix for him, but with how ready he is to fuck me right now, I’d risk saying he’d put up with just about anything to get what he wants. Including allow me to torture him with my slow exploration.

“You’re going to push me too far.” His tone is all gravel and grit, and I feel it tug at my clit with invisible fingers.

“What are you going to do about it? How badly do you want my mouth?”

How long are you willing to hand over control?

He groans a dark laugh, peeling that branding gaze from me and bringing it to the ceiling. “You’re going to regret this by the time I have you beneath me. Have you ever been punished, Poppy? Truly punished?”

“Why? Desperate to be my first?”

Arousal wets my thighs as I lean forward and bring my mouth to the tip of him, rubbing my closed lips over the cum he can’t seem to stop leaking. I flick my tongue over the bead of it and hum again, letting the vibration travel down, down, down.

“Do that again, Poppy. I’m done fucking playing. Suck my cock before I make you choke on it.”

My eyes twinkle excitedly at the promise. “I’ve always wanted to explore my gag refl?—”

The first breach of him between my lips steals the existing air in my lungs, leaving them utterly empty. I cough and gag, the intrusion so quick and hard I barely manage to tuck my teeth away before they can hurt him. He presses past my reflex and straight to the back of my throat, burying my face in his groin. My lingering knowledge of what I’ve read online about deep-throating seems to be too out of reach as my eyes burn and fill with tears.

“We’ll explore it, honey. Starting right now,” he rasps, the pet name turning me languid.

I curl my fingers into Garrison’s thigh, my nails digging deep enough to make him hiss as I sputter off his cock long enough to suck in a breath before diving back, the action my own this time. I’m delirious, proud, and horny when I finally dig into that well of knowledge and swallow around his length when it breaches my throat again.

Fingers thread through my hair, gathering it out of my face. The air is cool against my flaming cheeks. I hollow them and slide up until just the tip is in my mouth before sucking.

“That’s right. That’s fucking right, Poppy. Spit on it,” Garrison commands, tugging my head until my lips release his cock with a wet pop.

I blink up at him through my lashes and quiver at the dark heat in his stare. The filthy promises that shake awake a part of me that I knew was there all along but never had dared crawled out of hiding.

When I spit on his cock, it’s over for the both of us. Just like that. We watch as it drips with an agonizing slowness from the head to the bulging veins in the shaft and down over the heavy balls my fingers twitch to explore. I moan, completely unashamed at how much I enjoy this view.

I don’t take him in my mouth again, and he releases my hair, letting me move without comment. I’m dripping between my legs, so fucking ready for him that once I crawl over to the nightstand, slip a condom over him, and then notch the head at my opening, he slides in without struggle. The burn I felt last time doesn’t register as I stretch quickly around the intrusion. My head hollows out, all thoughts and worries turning to dust.

Canting my hips, I take him all the way, feeling him so fucking deep, hitting spots inside of me that have stars filling my vision. I can’t help but lean forward, using his chest as a prop to keep myself upward as he slaps his hands to my ass and forces me to move, to glide over his groin, my swollen clit exposed to the feel of his smooth groin beneath me. My breaths are shuddered, desperate, the air too thin to inflate my lungs properly.

“How’s that, Poppy? Do you like riding my cock? Taking it so fucking deep that it’ll leave imprints in your perfect cunt for months?” he asks through gritted teeth, that strong jaw pulsing.

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