Page 63 of Sparks Still Fly

Of course, I’m already rock hard, my dick proudly standing to attention for Maeve. Her lips part and eyes go glassy and wide, and she stares at it, then up at me. I shake my head again, and her eyes soften.

“Please,” she whispers her plea, and I feel her warm breath land on my dick. My head falls back, and I groan. If a puff of air is setting me on fire, her mouth will surely kill me. She runs a finger up my length, then wraps her hand around the tip, spreading the bead of moisture there with her thumb.

“Fuck, yes.” And that’s all the permission she needs. Her lips wrap around me, her tongue perfectly warm as she takes me partially into her mouth. And then she fucking moans. My head jerks up at the sound, needing to see her. I’ve dreamed of this, imagined it, let it take me over the edge countless times as I jerked off, but nothing could have prepared me for the sight that is Maeve Howard with my cock in her mouth. Nothing.

She looks up as she takes me deeper, sucking so hard her cheeks hollow, and my hands immediately reach for her, one landing on her shoulder, and the other on her ponytail. I don’t apply any pressure, I just need to tether myself to her, feel her, make sure she’s real and this is really happening.

She moans again, blue eyes sparkling up at me with mischief and desire.

With a pop, she removes her mouth from me. “Tell me what you like.” She licks every inch of me before wrapping her hand around me again. Then she sucks one of my balls into her mouth, and I swear to fuck, I levitate.

“Shit. Oh, fuck. That. I like that.” She groans, and I feel the sound travel like lightning through my veins. Her hands start working me up and down in a torturously slow rhythm, but when she moves her mouth to my other testicle, she picks up her pace.

“Gah, ffff, oh my...Maeve, wh—” I growl, and she laughs. Every nerve ending on my body feels like a live wire right now, responding to every sound she makes. I pull at my hair with both hands, needing something else to focus on for a moment before I tether myself back to her.

“Fuck. I’m not gonna last. You feel so good.” I’m panting, never taking my eyes off her as she moves again, taking me back into her mouth. She’s faster this time, using her mouth and her hand together. I watch as her other hand reaches into her pants, and her eyes dart back up to mine.

“Are you touching yourself, Maevey?” She nods, blue eyes watering as she takes me deeper. And that does me in. She moans as I spill into her mouth. My grip on her shoulder is so tight that I worry I might bruise her. When she feels the last of it, she swallows and grabs onto my thigh as her whole body tightens, and she whimpers my name. Her hand moves from inside her pants to rest on her own thigh as she collapses on top of me, her head resting on my stomach. We’re both breathing hard, and my brain can’t seem to register what just happened.

“Did you just come while sucking me off?” Her eyes tell me everything I need to know, and she sucks in a deep breath through her nose. I scoop her up by her arms and lay her on the couch, hovering above her. I crash my lips to hers and taste myself on her tongue, making her whimper beneath me. “You’re fucking perfect, you know that?” She smiles and pulls me back down to kiss her again.

I pull back, nibbling on her bottom lip. “Now, is it my turn to taste you?” She shakes her head, and I rear back, confused by her response.

“Bon, Adam, Charlie, and Raf are going to be here soon, and I don’t think they’re prepared to walk in on us while your head is between my legs, darling.”

Nothing else even registers. Just one word. Darling. She’s never called me anything other than my name or O before, and I fucking love the sound of this new name for me on her lips. I don’t know how long I lay there, replaying the way her mouth moved around the word before it dawns on me that she just mentioned people coming over.

“Wait, did you say my sister and our friends are all coming here?” I come back to reality and find Maeve smiling and nodding.

“They’re bringing lunch. I thought you knew.”

Did I know? Maybe Lainey told me, but I’ve been so caught up on all things Julia and Maeve that I can’t be sure.

My phone beeps with a notification, which I know is the front gate being opened, and we both jump up at the sound.

“Blimey, do they have impeccable timing, or what?” Maeve laughs, and I stand and pull her up with me, then I tuck myself back into my underwear and shorts, patting down my hair, which is surely standing up on all ends right now from the way I pulled on it.

Maeve rushes to the bathroom, keeping the door open as she washes her face and fixes her hair, and I clean up the donuts and rearrange the pillows on the couch. I’m a man who is confident enough to say I like throw pillows, and I don’t care what anyone has to say about it. Even if my sister picked them out for me.

My sister. Who is about to walk through my front door any second. Minutes after her best friend gave me the best blowjob of my life. Minutes after my wife sent me on an out of body experience with her mouth.

What even is my life?

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must have been a really hard workout.

maeve

I’ve just finished fixing my hair when the front door opens, and Bon’s voice comes floating in.

“O? You in here?” I step out into the hallway where Owen is standing in the kitchen, staring toward the group walking in the door like a deer in headlights.

Oh bollocks. Here we go again!

I suppose it’s nice to know that while he can make me weak in the knees with a kiss on the red carpet, I can render him speechless with a blowjob.

“Hiya!” I walk toward the four of them still standing by the front door as they take off their shoes. I catch what must be the tail end of Charlie and Raf trying not to rip each other’s heads off.

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