Page 77 of When Sparks Fly

“Maci.” My head snaps back down at his commanding tone. I hold my breath. “Eyes here.” Drier than the Sahara, my mouth falls open. “What do you need?”

“Stop teasing me, Cowboy.” The wickedness in his eyes is still there. He doesn’t move. “Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely.” Keeping eye contact, he places one more kiss on my thigh, before shifting forward.

With a flat tongue, he licks me from the base of my entrance to my clit. An appreciative groan vibrates through me, overtaking my own gasp. On the second swipe, my eyes flutter closed. He sucks on my clit, causing them to pop back open, his lips smiling against me proudly as he continues to work me over.

A breathy moan escapes me and he growls into my pussy, causing my hips to buck again. Wanting to increase the friction, again I roll my hips. His eyes shoot up to me and the grip on my thighs loosens long enough for each hand to slip from behind my legs. He presses his palms outward on the inside of my thighs, watching my face as he opens me wider. I’m at his mercy.

His mouth is hot and addictive as he continues to alternate his movements against the entirety of my pussy.

When I press the fabric of my top down to expose my breasts, my nipples are already hard and tight. Sutton’s eyes flame as I run my fingers over the sensitive tips, rolling and kneading the flesh. He gives a powerful suck to my clit, popping his mouth off and raising his head. “You trying to kill me?”

“Definitely not. I need you to finish what you’re doing.”

A hand slides into my wetness, two of his fingers slipping along either side of my clit and rubbing up and down, slow and firm. “You mean my dessert?”

Pausing his mouth’s attention to my body is killing me. My grip on my breasts tightens. “Sutton.” I don’t miss the spark in his eyes. “Please.”

“Fuck, Firecracker.” Then he devours me. Gone is the gentleman everyone sees. He’s gone feral. His arms stretch out to pin my legs wide, gripping a knee in each hand and he laps up my juices like it’s his last meal.

One of my hands drops to his head. My fingers thread into the soft, sandy hair with a tight grip. He doesn’t need me to guide him. He knows exactly how to work my body. The escalating moans I release are proof.

Like a volcano, my orgasm builds from deep within. Without warning, Sutton shoves two fingers deep inside me, thrusting hard while he continues to circle my clit with his tongue.

“Give it to me, Firecracker. Come for me.” The combination of the thrusting, the licking, and his hot breath against my pussy sends me over the edge.

I cry out his name, sure my grip in his hair must be painful now. But there’s nothing I can do. He moans into me as he continues to lick up the fruit of his labor, sliding his fingers slowly from me when my orgasm has subsided.

Pressed deep into the pillows, my fingers release his hair, my eyes flutter closed.

His thumb whispers over my clit and my hips jump, earning me a chuckle.

The weight of the bed shifts as Sutton pushes back up to all fours, looking down at me. I don’t need to open my eyes to feel his gaze. He kisses my flushed face, my jaw, my neck.

“That’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” His hot whisper sends a chill down my spine.

With a gentle hand, he guides my face to his and I open my eyes to find him studying me with softness. The wild man is gone.

His hand slides into my hair as he rests on a forearm, kissing me softly. When his tongue traces the seam of my lips, I open willingly for him, tasting myself on his tongue.

This time, passion reignites in my belly.

One lingering kiss precedes him releasing my lips.

“Did you want to get into the pajamas you pulled out?” He makes quick work of removing his pants. I grunt my decline. “Here. Arms up.” His hands grasp the hem of my disheveled shirt and I do as I’m told. The shirt comes off with ease and he slides into the bed, shifting to lay on his side. One warm arm pulls me into his chest and draws light designs on my back. Content, my body is quickly succumbing to sleep.

“So, what did Officer Callahan have to say?” I can feel the smirk of his lips against my hair.

“Teenagers,” I mumble and drift off.

Chapter 34

Maci

In the morning, my fingertips are greeted by cold sheets on Sutton’s side of the bed. I may not know much about ranch life, but I do know his days don’t start after sunrise very often.

Muted buzzing fills the room and my eyes flit around, searching for the source. A laugh bursts from me into the open room when I remember tossing my phone onto Sutton’s couch last night. I’d love nothing more than to bask in the afterglow of all that took place yesterday, but my window is getting repaired this morning and it’s time to return to reality.

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