Page 80 of Catching Sparks

Her pupils expand so wide they swallow all but a sliver of brown. I use my grip to tilt her head further back, forcing her to keep eye contact with me.

“You knew what would happen when you decided to push me, right? Is that why you did it?” I demand, the questions skittering through the shadows around us.

She shivers, arching her chest toward me in a silent offering. I ignore it, even if I’m dying to bury my face between her tits and never come up for another fucking breath again.

“Answer me, Poppy.”

Excitement fills my chest as her silence stretches. It seems as though she’s just as desperate to be punished as I am to be the one to do it.

“Fine. Have it your way,” I mutter before dropping her thigh from my waist and nipping at her throat in an effort to leave a mark.

It takes little time to undo my jeans and shove them to my knees and even less to grab a fistful of Poppy’s silky hair and push her to her knees before me. A delirious grin spreads her lips when she hits the ground, and her hands find my bare thighs, nails lightly scraping over them.

I can’t ignore the sudden sharp pang of guilt when I catch a slight flinch in her expression and drop my stare to find the ground littered with tiny rocks. Maybe I shouldn’t have?—

Poppy presses her mouth to my inner thigh and bites down hard on it, pulling me back to the moment with the sting. She shakes her head just once, but it’s enough to have my guilt easing, no more second-guessing.

“Bite me again and you’ll remain here on your knees for hours,” I say, the warning as sharp as a whip.

She blinks up at me prettily and soothes the burn in my thigh with a flick of her hot tongue. “Yes, Sir.”

Fuck.

My knees shake at the shot of pure pleasure that follows her words. This is rare, I know it is. This moment. Having Poppy on her knees for me here, relinquishing the control she needs just as desperately as I do. There’s a reason for it. One she’s purposefully hiding from me and that I don’t want to know yet.

For now, she’s at my mercy, and I’m going to enjoy it.

With one hand still threaded in her hair, I drop the other to my cock and grip it tight, giving it a slow stroke. My tip glistens with precum, and before I have a chance to guide it to her lips, she’s pushing forward.

Mouth open, she slides her tongue over the slit and licks up the liquid, moaning when her lips close, tasting me. I tighten my jaw and smack my cock against her mouth, spreading the next drop of cum along her bottom lip. The muscles in my thighs grow tight enough to hurt as I hold back from thrusting all the way down her throat.

I loosen my grip on her hair for a moment, long enough to stroke the length of her cheekbone with my knuckle, revelling in the way she nuzzles into the touch. My chest tightens in a terrifying way, and then I’m holding the top of her head and sliding my fingers along the back of her skull, urging her forward.

“Suck my cock, Poppy, and if you do a good job, I’ll let that greedy cunt of yours come tonight.”

She doesn’t need further instructions. No begging or demands. Her mouth is hot around my dick as she works it slowly over the length. A palm cups my balls, working them with a light, knowing touch that has me half out of my mind.

Spit coats my shaft, dripping down her chin when she pulls back and laves at the tip. She sucks it between her puffy lips and strokes the underside before lowering her head further, taking me deeper and deeper until I hit the back of her throat.

“That’s it, honey. Relax your throat and take it all the way. Yeah—yeah, swallow like that,” I instruct her, white flashing behind my eyes when she does exactly as I say.

The tight walls of her throat squeeze as she swallows, and I puff out a shaky exhale and lean against the brick wall for support. Pressure builds in my groin, my spine tingling when she gags and drives even deeper, taking me so far she leaks spit over my balls.

Sputtering off a second later, she sucks in a long inhale and uses her hand to stroke me off, the other continuing to massage my balls.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Poppy,” I curse, already on the verge of coming. “I’m going to shoot right down your throat if you don’t tell me not to.”

She only watches me beneath thick black lashes that have started leaving dark stains beneath her eyes from their steady watering. It’s a sight to behold and one I never want to forget.

I’m too preoccupied watching her tears drip down her cheeks to prepare myself for the next time she takes me into her mouth. My balls draw up tight, and then she’s dipping a finger into her mouth, coating it in the pool of spit on her tongue before it disappears between my legs.

I feel it glide over the skin leading to my ass before beginning to rub it slowly as she watches me so damn intently. I swallow, but my mouth is bone-dry. I grip her head for dear life, shocked by the way I tip my chin and give her approval to do something I didn’t see coming tonight. Something I’ve never even thought of letting anyone do before.

She doesn’t take her eyes off me as the tip of her finger slips between my ass cheeks and circles the hole waiting there. My hearing blows, eyes rolling into the back of my goddamn skull.

Her touch is gentle, so fucking gentle that I don’t tell her to stop. A shudder rocks through me at the first hint of pressure against the hole, and then I’m coming.

“Fuck. Fuck, Poppy. Swallow it. Here it comes,” I groan, reaching above my hand to slap at the wall as her finger presses further, and I fill her mouth.

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