Page 97 of Sparks Fly
A desperate ache pulses between my legs, and I squeeze my eyes shut to try and think of something else. Anything but the thought of Creed’s mouth on me, fingers digging into my skin, breathy moans and pants swirling in my ear as he coaxes my pleasure out of my body.
My breath hitches when my phone buzzes, dragging me out of my fantasy. Bringing my fingertips to my cheeks, they burn the skin. Pushing from my desk, I march towards the bathroom and slam the door.
Under the shower, I let the cool water cascade over my skin to try and dull the ache that has etched itself all over me but it’s no use. Every time I try and shut the thoughts out, they come back louder and more vivid.
With trembling hands, I reach for the small shower head that is attached to the side. I turn the switch over so the water now trickles from the one that is in my hand.
My breaths are heavy, the thoughts of him in here with me, behind me, large hand splayed against my lower stomach, the other teasing at my opening. Turning the tap, I increase the pressure and tease the stream on my clit, my breath catching as the pleasure courses through me. My head tips back and I can feel his lips on me, pressing against my pulse point. His hand gripping my chin as he nips at my skin. His fingers land on my clit as he rubs and swirls, working me up and whenever I get close, he pauses, letting me come down. And when he is happy, he is back there, teasing me, bringing me closer to my orgasm.
“Fuck,” I whisper into the enclosed shower, my fingers skating up my body as they roll my nipples. I know I am seconds away from this all being a dirty fantasy that will never come true.
My mind takes me back to him, his fingers skimming underneath me as they slip into my soaked pussy. They plunge deep, rubbing the ache out of me whilst his other hand focuses on my clit, his fingers delicately pushing me into oblivion. His voice floats around me, spurring me on, and all it takes is one made up sentence to have me spiralling.
Make a mess over my fingers, Ace.
My orgasm crashes through me. My head falls forward, body shuddering as I gasp for air, my lungs desperate for oxygen and I convulse and let it all go.
Shuddering, my trembling hands place the shower head back into it cradle. I switch the main shower back on and wash my dirty secret down the drain.
Sitting on the bed and dressed in yoga leggings and a cropped vest, I want to hit the gym, but I fell down a rabbit hole on social media. That’s where I have spent the last forty minutes. A knock at the door has me dragging my head up and I sigh, swinging my legs from underneath me I move towards the door, tugging it open to see Royce and Nora.
“Erm, hi?” I look at her, then back to him, brows dug into my forehead.
“Hi.” She beams, pushing past me into the room, but Royce just stands there, his eyes sweeping over mine.
“What’s up?” My fingers are still curled around the door, and I feel myself turning red at the thoughts of me making myself cum in the shower over his dad.
Fuck my life.
“You warm?”
“Yeah, a little. Not long back from the gym.”
You dirty little liar,my subconscious snarls.
“Nice.” He nods. He is dressed in wide leg jeans, an oversized tee, and his dark hair is pushed away from his face, piercing blue eyes locked on me.
“What’s going on?” My eyes slice across my shoulder to look at Nora who is standing with her bag, a stupid grin on her face.
“Thought we could go for dinner? The three of us.” I snap my face towards Royce and see the smile that is pressed against his lips.
“Er, sure? Let me get changed.” I look down at myself and scowl.
“No problem, I’ll meet you in the lobby in say…” He pauses and twists his wrist to look at the time. “Half an hour, does that work?”
“Sure.” I nod.
He gives me a toothy grin, stepping back and walking away. I stand dumbfounded for a moment, looking at where he once stood with a thousand questions swirling around my mind.
“The fuck?” I whisper, closing the door and then spinning to face my best friend. Guilty is written all over her pretty face. “What did you do?” I pout, hands on my hips as I tap my bare foot to the floor.
“Nothing.” She holds her hand up in defence.
“I don’t believe you,” I say, narrowing my gaze on her as I begin to walk towards my case, looking for something to wear.
“He mentioned he feels awful about the whole challenge thing you wanted him to do.”
“It wasn’t a challenge.” I roll my eyes. Typical Royce.
