Page 85 of More Than a Spark

“More, Milo. More of that.” He groaned and fisted himself. “Harder, everything harder.” He pumped his dick.

I slammed my cock into his hole and teased his nipples, my release taunting me, closer with every thrust. My heart soared with emotion. He trusted me with everything, trusted me to take him to his limit without going over the edge. “Love you.”

With a cry, his body shuddered under me and hot cum spurted onto my fingers and his nipples.

My peak hit me with delicious waves of pleasure, curling my toes and shooting my release inside him. I gasped and moaned, shoving myself in deeper still, holding it, then pulling out, again and again.

As it slowed, I fell onto his back and we both panted. “Holy shit, Ryder.”

“Yeah, holy shit.” He buckled and fell to the bed, my dick sliding out of him, then he laughed. “You did make me see stars.”

“Yeah?” I wrapped my arms around him, lying on his back, my spent cock wedged to his ass. This time, we were more comfortable with each other. Even though we’d been friends forever, we’d never shared what we’d wanted in bed before. “So, you like a little pain with your pleasure?”

“I do.” He rolled while I shifted, and we faced each other on our sides. I tucked my dick into my lace underwear.

His gaze met mine and he brushed a lock of hair off my cheek. “I’ve never really told anyone that before. It’s not something you say to a woman. But with you…” He shrugged a shoulder. “I don’t know, it seems like you’ll understand and not judge me.”

A grin tugged the corner of my lips. “I would never judge you.” I tapped his nose. “All your secrets are safe with me.” Warmth bloomed in my chest. This was true love, full of trust and vulnerability. I’d never had this before. “Just so you know, I’m sort of into the fact that you like pain with your pleasure.” I dipped my gaze, then focused on him. “Okay, I’m into pretty much anything you want to try, so go for it.”

“Yeah? Good to know.” He wrapped a hand around the back of my head, then pulled me in for a lingering kiss. With a smirk, he said, “I have to say, I always thought there was something wicked about you.”

I giggled, then said, “Yeah, you were right.” I sighed. “I think I scare my bandmates sometimes.”

“Really now. Even Axel?” He lifted a brow. “Now that guy looks like he’d be downright devious.”

“Well, maybe not Axel. He’s out there. The guy has a huge assortment of toys.” I thought back over drunken discussions with the guys at past gigs. “But you know who’s the most wicked?”

“Who?” He narrowed his eyes.

“Brandon and Devin.” I ticked my brows. “Yep, I think Brandon has more toys than Axel.”

“No, he looks so…normal.” With a soft snort, he rolled to his back and gazed toward the ceiling, planting the heel of his hand on his forehead. “Brandon? Really?”

“Yes.” With a sharp laugh, I poked him in the ribs. “Quit thinking about Brandon.”

His gaze flicked to mine. “Why, you jealous?” He gave me an open-mouthed smirk.

Rolling to my back, I crossed my arms over my chest. “No.”

“Yes, you are.” He dug his fingers into my side and wiggled them, tickling me.

I jerked away from him, giggling, and grabbing his hand. “Stop it.”

His eyes rounded. “Oh, shit. I need to clean up.” He jumped off the bed and cum slithered down his inner thigh. “I keep forgetting about this part.” He picked up his shirt and covered his groin, then high stepped it out the door and into the hallway.

“Jesus fuck, Ryder!” Silas shouted from the hallway.

“Sorry!” With a cackle, a door slammed.

I tossed the corner of the covers over my lower half. Silas was bound to come in.

Silas slowly slid his head in through the doorway, then planted his hand on the doorjamb. “We need a new rule. No dicks in the hallway.”

With a huff, I said, “That’s easy for you and Cash. You have your own bathroom attached to your room.” Maybe the house was getting too full. But it would be sad to leave it with all the history we had here.

Silas sniffed. “Ew, it smells like sex in here.” He shut the door with a clap.

“What did you think we were doing?” I yelled after him. I’d get him at our next gig. Maybe I’d put some lube on his guitar picks. Yeah, that was a great idea. I curled my lips into a satisfied grin.

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