Page 72 of More Than a Spark

With a deep, vibrating moan, he sucked hard on my dick, sliding his finger over some magical spot inside me.

I needed even more, something thicker. What if I let him fuck me? I knew he wanted to. The edge of release surged inside me. “Fuck, stop.” I pushed on his shoulders and his hot mouth left me with a wet pop.

He looked up at me, his lips red and swollen, his cock so hard, the tip had freed itself from his panties. “You okay?”

“I thought you weren’t going to let me come?” I lifted the edge of my mouth.

A faint smile crept over his lips, and he covered them with his fingers. “Oops, guess I was enjoying finger fucking you with your dick in my mouth.”

Fucking me with his finger. My dick pulsed, jumping over my stomach. Now I had to have it. “Milo, can we? Can you, um…” I lifted my knees into my armpits like he’d done for me.

His eyes grew wide. “You want me to fuck you?”

“I do.” I nodded quickly. I wasn’t going to overthink this.

“Okay, but let’s try the plug first.” He gave me a wicked grin, then slathered the plug with lube. “Stay just like that.” He nudged it into my hole. “Relax, Ryder.”

I blew out a slow breath. “I am.”

He pushed.

I clenched.

“I said, relax.” He freed a soft giggle.

As a chuckle spilled out of me, I said, “I’m trying.” Jesus, fuck. Thank God we were best friends, or this might have been embarrassing. “Just shove it in there.”

He huffed a laugh. “I can’t, you need to relax.” With a head shake, he giggled some more, then halted. “I know what you need.” He lowered down over me and licked up my shaft, then sucked the tip of my dick into his mouth.

“Oh, yeah.” Sensation sparked in my belly. Pressure filled me along with a slight burn.

Fondling my balls and pumping my dick with his mouth, Milo worked the plug into and out of me, again and again.

As harsh pleasure shuddered inside me, I threw my head back and groaned. Yes, this was even better than before.

Leaving my dick, Milo crept up my body to devour me with hungry kisses, all the while slowly filling me with the plug.

I adjusted my hips, and the raw sensation took my breath away. Damn, this was good. Now I knew why guys liked it. While my tongue tangled with his, I skimmed my hand down his rippled stomach to stroke his exposed cock, the head leaking with precum.

He gasped and broke the kisses, his body shuddering over mine. “Feels good, Ryder. You sure you want me to?—”

“Yes, I’m sure.” I gazed into his eyes, his pupils blown. He was so turned on. I wanted to feel that connection with him. I loved him. Why the hell wouldn’t I want him like that?

“Okay.” He rose up, pulled the plug from me, then handed me a pillow. “Put that under your ass.”

“Okay.” I tucked it in under me and lifted my knees into my armpits again, my gaze fixated on him.

He drew his panties down and threw them off, then slicked his cock with lube, hissing as he stroked himself. “Fuck, I’m so close already.” He bit his lower lip, his gaze winding up my body to meet with mine. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”

“Uh, no. But you can tell me.” I smirked. I loved that he found me sexy. It wasn’t a term I’d ever thought he’d direct at me.

As he lined up his dick to my hole, he hovered over me on one straight arm, then licked his lips. “You, Ryder Scott, are the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re just saying that because you want my ass so bad.” I freed a soft snort and lifted my legs higher.

The corners of his lips twitched, and he swallowed hard. Shaking his head, he said, “I do want your ass really bad, but that doesn’t make you any less sexy.” He pushed the tip into me and gasped, dipping his head. “Oh, fuck.”

He was way bigger than the plug. As my ass burned like a forest fire out of control, I sucked in a deep breath, then grit out, “Holy shit.”

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