Page 89 of When Sparks Fly

“I have a thing for pyrotechnics,” he says on a breath and kisses me again.

I flick my hand to his waist, tugging the fabric apart and dismissing his towel. “We’ll see about that.” I sink to my knees.

As far as cocks go, his is pretty and impressive. I don’t think he wants to hear the first part and I’m not going to stroke his ego by telling him the second. Instead, I grip the base of his shaft in one hand and stroke him up and down twice. His erection pulses.

Fingers grip my hair and Sutton uses his hold to pull my head back, forcing me to look up at him. “What are you doing, Maci?”

Maci.

Wetting my lips with my tongue, I watch his chest rise and fall with deep breaths. “If you aren’t familiar with this, then you’re in for quite a show.” I tighten my grip on his shaft and circle my tongue around the head of his cock, maintaining eye contact.

A groan rumbles out of his body, urging me on. His hand in my hair squeezes tight and the other comes to cup my cheeks. “You don’t have to do this.” His voice is strained.

Not releasing his eyes, I lick him from base to tip. Pure lust overtakes his features. “I want to.” I don’t give him a chance to respond before I take him into my mouth.

His hips jerk forward, shoving his cock deeper and I hum around him. “Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.”

His thumb rubs my cheek as I continue to suck and lick. He lets me set the pace even as his grip in my hair tightens, gloriously painful at this point.

I’m on fire underneath his gaze, soaked from his attention and his pleasure. The room fills with sucking and quiet moans from me, heavy breaths, and occasional grunts from him.

Simultaneously, I open wider, taking him deeper, while slipping my free hand beneath my dress and plunging two fingers inside myself. His hips jerk again and a quiet grunt slips from his mouth.

“Are you playing with yourself?” His heated words shoot straight through me and I moan my response, full of him. He thrusts deeper. “I don’t know what I’m enjoying more. Your perfect mouth that was fucking made for me, or the fact that you’re enjoying my cock in your mouth so much that you wanna come.”

His dirty talk is adding to the rising tide within me. I suck my cheeks in and release him with a resounding pop. Pupils so wide there’s hardly any color left, his voice is deep and husky. “Let me taste.”

I offer my hand to him from my position on my knees and he ducks his head, sucking my wet fingers into his mouth. Renewed wetness drips from me. I imagine my face mimics his own. Lustful, hungry.

“Fucking delicious,” he says with a final suck.

“My turn.” Without warning, I retake him in my mouth, sucking stronger and faster than before. His head drops back momentarily, groaning loudly. When he returns his eyes to me, I pull back to his tip, licking delicately around the head. “Let go, Cowboy.”

Finally,finally, he pushes back into my mouth forcefully. I let him set the pace now, eager for every thrust and jerk of his hips as he claims my mouth.

“Fuck, Firecracker. You’ve ruined me.”

I whimper around him and am rewarded with his release filling my throat. Neither of us breaks eye contact as I swallow every drop.

He helps me to stand before grasping my face with both hands and kissing me possessively.

His hands reach down to the hem of my dress and the tips of his fingers whisper along my thighs as he begins to lift. “Do you trust me?” he asks against my mouth and I can’t help but grin against him and moan assent. “If you don’t want this to continue, tell me now.”

“Don’t stop.”

He leans back from me, peering deep into my eyes, and lifts my dress over my head slowly. The time it takes is excruciating, while the tickle against my skin as it lifts away is exquisite. All of my nerve receptors are at heightened awareness.

With eyes darkened like the sky before a Texas thunderstorm, Sutton studies my body. He grips my face in his hands, both possessive and gentle. “You’re fucking gorgeous.” His hot lips press against mine and I drink in his kiss before he pulls away to remove his fresh shirt.

One of his hands dips into my hair, grabbing the base of my neck, while the other slips around my back to unclasp my bra. The bra falls to the floor unceremoniously, but still his eyes roam over me. Power courses through my body at the hunger reflected there.

My nipples tighten and peak under his gaze. I’m about to step toward him when he reaches both hands down to slide off the scrap of fabric left over my aching core.

When we’re both fully nude, Sutton takes one last look over my form before sitting back onto the couch and pulling me to straddle him. His thick erection presses against my pussy and I moan low and needy.

He draws me close enough to whisper into my ear. “I fucking love the sounds you make.”

I rock against him in response. “I hope you plan on putting this to good use.”

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