Page 108 of Sparks Fly
My heavy breathing turns into a soft moan. Letting my fingers trail down my heaving chest, I slip them between my legs and tease them at my wetness, coating my fingers. My eyes flutter shut as my head tilts back slightly, tempting flutters fill my lower stomach and I feel my body tense.
But that moment is snatched away when I hear the sound of my bedroom door opening. My eyes widen when I see Creed standing there.
His hooded gaze burns into me, fists curled, lips twisted into a smirk.
“Creed,” I whisper, my cheeks flamed pink.
Turning the vibrator off, I swallow the lump that has formed in my throat and let the pink plastic fall from my fingers as I cover myself up.
He steps into the room, kicking the door closed behind him.
“The only person giving you an orgasm isme.NotRoyce, notBurt, notanyone.” He growls and my skin explodes with goosebumps.
I don’t have a chance to even respond; he is in front of me in three long strides. Knelt on the bed, his fingers curl around the base of my throat. I tilt my head back as I look at him, his eyes softening as I do.
“Nora.” I pant.
“Not a problem.” He licks his lips. “You like teasing me, don’t you, Ace?”
I smirk, nodding. “I know you can’t resist.”
I lick my lips, and he groans, his lips crashing into mine. I know this time nothing is going to stop us. My fingers crawl over his shoulders before linking my hands around the back of his neck and holding him where I want him. He moves onto thebed, one of his large hands pushing my legs wide as he nestles between them, edging me back towards the headboard.
“Do you know how long I have wanted this? How long I have waited?” He breaks away from my lips, his words soft.
“A few weeks,” I tease, my eyes dropping to his full mouth.
“I wish.” He sounds pained. “From the moment Royce brought you home, I wanted you… needed you… craved you,” he admits. “You must have known I was besotted with you. Any moment I got to speak to you, to be near you… The smallest finger brush had my skin tingling for hours.”
I swallow, heart thumping in my chest. I swear if he tears his eyes from mine, he will see the way it’s distended from my skin.
“I needed you to be mine,” he whispers, his lips brushing against mine. “But I never would have taken you from Royce.”
“Stop talking,” I say in a breathy voice, I am scared he is going to make me second guess this moment.
“Gladly.” A small smile tugs at his lips as he kisses me, one hand curled around my waist as if holding me in place. “Did your little friend Burt make you come, Ace?”
“I wouldn’t say it was little, would you?” My eyes flick to his and I watch as they darken in an instant, his fingers tightening around his throat.
“I will ruin you for anyone else, Ace. Even Burt won’t hit the spots like I do.”
“Those empty threats are getting a boring.” I smirk at him and he growls.
His lips drag down my jaw, teeth nipping at my skin as he trails down to my collar bone. Running his tongue across my hot skin, his hand that was curled around my hip teases a little lower, pressing against my stomach and I tilt my hips towards him. His mouth lifts from my chest, his eyes level with mine as his hand skims between my legs, fingers circling my clit through the soft material of my shorts.
“I don’t make empty threats, Ace, only promises.” His hand drops from my throat, and his greedy hands tug at my vest. Lifting it around my neck, his hot mouth locks around my nipples, his tongue swirling and sucking it into his mouth.
A moan slips from me, and I know that I won’t last long. Rotating my hips, I am desperate for more.
“Fuck it,” he groans.
I feel his smile against my skin. His green eyes flick to mine and I whimper, my chest rising and falling as he drags his lips down my sternum and across my stomach. Lifting his fingers from my clit, his mouth presses against my pussy. His tongue laps at my covered clit and I gasp at seeing him there. Seeing him where I have wanted him for so long.
My pussy aches, my clit throbbing as I grind myself on his mouth and he chuckles. His fingers slip into the waistband of my shorts, tugging them down and exposing me. He kneels, pulling the fabric from my ankles and discarding it to the floor.
“You look so fucking pretty.” His voice is low as he looks at me, eyes focusing on my pussy. “All needy and wet.” He licks his lips, his large hands gripping onto my inner thighs as he widens my legs. A devilish smirk crosses his lips and a shiver blankets me.
He is still fully dressed in a tee and grey jogging bottoms, and I can see the silhouette of his cock, a wet patch showing just how turned on he is. Then there is me, looking all desperate, my cropped vest around my neck, full tits on show and my pussy at his disposal.
