Page 49 of Spark
He reached out and put his hand on her soft, shining hair, gently trying to push her away.
She gave him a sideways glance, then deliberately swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, and applied hard suction.
Every muscle in his body tensed as his orgasm roared down his spine and into his cock. His hips jerked helplessly as he fell hard and deep over the edge and came in her welcoming mouth.
To his astonishment, she didn’t flinch or grimace. She drank him down, and even licked him clean before pulling away with a lingering slide of her lips and a quick kiss to his tip.
“Holy shit, Sophie, that wasgreat,” he told her, feeling boneless and almost drunk with the afterglow.
She smiled at him. “I’m glad you liked it. I, uh, did, too.”
It was the truth. He could tell that she was turned on again.
Then he did something mind-numbingly stupid. He opened his mouth and blurted, “I bet Matt didn’t get this far with you. So, I guess I win.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized that it had been a colossally stupid thing say.
But he didn’t realize the enormity of what he’d done until he saw that her face had gone a greenish-pale shade, like she was about to throw up. She was staring at him with wide, shocked eyes, like he’d just slapped the shit out of her.
“You…win?You mean dating me is some stupid competition that you two are having?” she asked, slowly.
Then she scrambled off his lap.
“Oh, shit, Sophie, I’m sorry,” he tried.
“I thought you—I thoughtthiswas for real.” The pain in her voice and her face tore at his heart. “Not just some stupid bet with Matt about which one of you is going to get me in the sack first.”
I really fucked up. How do I fix this?
“I’m sorry,” he said again. "I didn't mean it like that. Honest."
Chris couldn’t think of any way to explain that wouldn’t make things worse. He hated that he’d hurt her feelings. She was really upset and he couldn’t stand knowing that it was all his fault.
He sat on the couch, frozen, loathing himself and his idiotic mouth while she grabbed her tank top and bra from the carpet, and fled the living room.
A moment later, he heard her footsteps stomping across the foyer’s hardwood floor.
Shit! She’s leaving!
“I swear I didn’t mean it that way!” he called.
She didn’t reply. An instant later, the front door slammed, and she was gone.
Chris wondered if she’d ever talk to him again.
You idiot,he berated himself.You’ve ruined everything!
* * *
Hearing Chris confess that he’d just been fooling around with her because of some sick competition with Matt triggered Sophie so hard that she couldn’t think about anything else than getting far, far away from him.
She ran out of the house, frantically tugging at her tank top, and sprinted down the road back to Mom and Mitya’s place, desperate to put as much distance between them as she could.
She expected Chris to come running after her. He didn’t. She wasn’t sure if she was relieved or if it made her even angrier that he didn’t even care that he’d just gutted her.
Once she was out of sight of the house, she slowed and stopped, panting. It was a beautiful summer afternoon, with a mild breeze. She was completely alone, with low hills rising on either side of the road. The only living creatures in sight was a hawk circling high overhead, and a few butterflies fluttering from wildflower to wildflower.
She should have known that having Chris suddenly interested in her was too good to be true. But she’d let herself believe that he was genuinely attracted to her. Because he was her friend and she trusted him. Instead, he’d been playing games.
