FLAME (Spark Series) Page 7

  I straddle his waist, but don’t stop there. I continue until I’m sitting on his face, giving him just enough room to breathe.

  “Make me come,” I demand. I bend my body over, leaning my hands on the mattress above his head.

  I expect him to argue with me or make a cocky remark, but he doesn’t. His hands come out from behind his head and he grips my thighs hard, pushing me closer to his mouth. He fingers my panties, pulling them to one side before diving his tongue into my wet cunt.

  He takes me by surprise, starting aggressive and forceful, but hitting all the right spots. His tongue doesn’t quit until an orgasm fires through me, making my legs quiver around him.

  “Oh my god…Drew…yes…” I mumble out, unable to form a coherent sentence. “Fuck, yes.”

  I roll my hips with the rhythm he’s set. Another orgasm hits me, harder than the last. It’s so intense, I’m not sure I can stand it. He presses two fingers inside, giving his mouth a break.

  But not for long.

  Soon his tongue rejoins, licking and suckling as his fingers do the rest. He has my legs pinned down next to his face as I try to maneuver out of his grasp. The sensations riveting through me are so intense that I can’t take it any longer. I want him inside me to finish, but he’s not releasing his hold.

  “Drew, baby. I want you inside me…now!” I demand. I’m supposed to be in control here. How is it I’m on his face, yet he’s controlling the rhythm?

  “Not yet,” he says in a deep growl. “You taste…so fucking good.”

  The way my body responds to his voice is no secret. I orgasm twice in a row, but before I can come down from it, he flips me on my back. His mouth finds mine, making me taste exactly what he’s talking about.

  “What do you want, Doll? Tell me,” he commands.

  “I want you inside me, now,” I beg. Beg? God, I’m pathetic. And desperate.

  “Inside where?” he seductively asks, biting my lip as he watches me quiver underneath him.

  “If I really have to tell you, you might need a lesson or two,” I quip.

  He smirks. “Just checking. Never know with a girl like you…you might like some real freaky kinky shit.”

  “Who says I don’t?”

  “Guess we can explore that later.” He grins. I reach over to my bedside table and pull out a condom. He reaches for it aggressively as he bites open the wrapper. I watch as he shimmies his briefs off and rolls the condom on.

  My eyes bug out at how hard he is. Damn.

  He rolls his body back up against mine, kissing me softly as he forces himself inside. My mouth releases from him as I gasp at the sensation. He’s thick, almost too thick. But God, does it feel amazing. He feels amazing. I let my body adjust to his size before my hips sync with the rhythm he’s set.

  “I see you have a few secret tattoos.” I see him smile. “I’m going to have to explore those later.”

  “I have a lot of secrets I’d like you to explore.”

  “Jesus, Doll…you feel even better than you taste. I didn’t think that was going to be possible,” he growls.

  My body arches up to greet his, demanding more. He catches on quick as he pushes harder and deeper inside me. Yes…this is exactly what I need.

  I claw my fingernails into his biceps, pulling him closer and deeper inside me. He rests his forearms on the mattress by my head as he continues pushing inside me, harder and harder with each thrust.

  He lifts up on one arm, grabbing my leg with his hand. He forces it on top of his shoulder, pushing deeper than I could’ve imagined possible. The pain mixed with pleasure of him knocking my cervix with each thrust is enough to send me over the edge.

  “Oh, shit…” I scream out. My legs are impressively flexible, so it doesn’t hurt, but good god, does that feel incredible.

  “Fuck, Doll…” He squeezes my breast, pulling it lightly. “You make me want you so fucking bad. I can’t get enough,” he moans, pressing his lips to my neck. “You like being a tease, don’t you?’

  “I’m only a tease if I don’t satisfy you. Am I satisfying you, Drew?” I ask with amusement. The smirk on his face tells me I am. “That’s what I thought.”

  “You’re a feisty one…I’m not sure I’ll be able to handle you.” He grins as he takes his hand and pulls my leg up even higher. The sensation is too much, he’s so deep, and I can hardly function if I don’t get off soon.

  My head falls back as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced ripples through me. I scream out his name as I dig my nails deeper into his skin, not even caring if I’m drawing blood.

  “Fucking hell, Doll…” he growls as he finds his own release, jerking inside me one last time.

  He collapses on top of me completely, kissing my neck as I pant. “You know my name isn’t Doll, right?” I ask with amusement.

  “Of course.” He smirks. “Cassie.”

  “You ass,” I spit out. He laughs, and before I can fight it, his mouth is pressing against mine, taking it in slow, sensual kisses.

  I surrender to his touch as I taste him, unable to get enough of his lips. They feel soft and tender, but aggressively assaulting me in a pleasurable pain. His body weight is overpowering, but I don’t care at the moment. Having him in my bed has been the best experience.

  Oh shit…best experience?

  Errrrr...

  “Get off,” I snap.

  “What’s wrong?” he asks, worried.

  “Well, for starters, you’re crushing me.”

  “Oh…sorry.” His eyes are glazed over, looking satisfied and content. He roughly moves off me. I suck in air, desperately needing to clear my head.

  “You don’t seem the cuddly type,” he begins, leaning up on his elbow to face me. “But just in case, do you need to?”

  I laugh, reaching in my drawer for another shirt. “Do I need to? Wow, you’re a real charmer.”

  He chuckles nervously. “Well, most girls are needy after sex. I just want to make sure you’re being taken care of, that’s all,” he responds sincerely.

  Ahh yes…the sensitive type.

  “I am not that girl,” I snap. “I don’t need your snuggles and little midnight chats. You’re free to go.”

  I reach in another drawer, pulling out a pair of yoga shorts. I pull them over my feet and adjust myself, so I’m presentable enough to walk him to the door.

  I turn around and see his stunned face. “What?”

  He shakes his head, smiling. “You are definitely not like other girls.”

  “I thought we established that already.” I stand by the bed waiting for him to get my signal to leave.

  “Well, are you the kind of girl who lets a guy call? Or was I just a one-nighter?”

  “You’re very blunt,” I snort. “Sure, whatever. You can leave me your number if you want to.”

  He inches to the side of the bed and stands up. He walks toward me and lifts my chin with his finger.

  “How come I have a feeling you won’t be using my number, Doll?”

  “You’re the brains, aren’t you? College student and all?” I quip.

  “Well…getting smacked around on the field often may have altered that,” he teases back, not loosening his grip on me.

  “Here…let’s do this. I’ll give you my number. Call me if you want. But if you don’t…I know where you work. I’ll come back for you,” he promises, looking deep into my eyes.

  His eyes are the perfect color of blue—like the deep part of the ocean. They’re so captivating, I almost get lost in them.

  “Stalking becoming your professional career?”

  He shrugs nonchalantly. “I do what I have to do to get what I want.”

  “And what’s that, Drew? Sex? Fuck buddy? Whatever you want to call it? It’s not happening. I don’t do relationships,” I respond honestly. He should know this, considering I had sex with him on the first night. “If I was looking for something meaningful—which I’m not—I wouldn’t have slept with you the first night meet
ing you.”

  “Really?” His eyebrows rise. “You think you could’ve resisted?” he asks in a threatening manner filled with amusement.

  “I think I would’ve moved on had you not been available,” I reply matter-of-factly, challenging him.

  “I think you’re adorable.” He smiles, changing the subject. “And I think it’s adorable you think that.”

  He’s so close to me now our bodies are once again touching.

  “Okay…” I grin. “Try me.”

  I love a challenge. Plus, I always win.

  Without saying a word, he lifts me under the arms and sets me on top of the dresser. I screech in shock, unaware of what the hell he is doing.

  “Don’t move,” he orders. He goes to my bedside table and opens the drawer.

  Oh shit. “Don’t go in there!” I yelp, but it’s too late.

  “Why? Afraid I’ll find…these?” He grins, holding up a pair of handcuffs. “Exactly what I thought I’d find.”

  “It’s cute you think you’re using those on me,” I retort.

  I watch as he grabs another condom and rolls the handcuffs in his hand. He stalks over and places himself in between my legs. “It’s adorable you think you’re in charge.”

  I place my hands under my legs but it does no good. He grabs both and places them behind my back and because I’m intrigued, I don’t fight it.

  “And what do you think you’re going to do to me?” I ask, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

  “First…I plan to make you submit.” He kisses my forehead. “Second…I plan to make you beg for it.” He kisses my cheek. “And third…I plan to make you admit you can’t resist me. You’ll be begging me for it.”

  I laugh in his face. “You are an egotistical man, aren’t you?”

  It’s nothing I can’t handle. I’ve had my fair share of men like him in the past. They all think they are above any other guy—irresistible, desirable, cocky. I can see right through them all.

  “I’m just a man who knows what he wants…”

  “And what’s that? Sex? I doubt you have any problem with that.”

  He stares intently at me, rubbing a hand on my cheek. “Not just sex,” he whispers in a deep voice. “Passion, desire, control.” His hand travels down my neck and lands on my hip. “And right now…I want that with you,” he growls in my ear.

  I’m so turned on that I can’t even make my brain function right to form a comeback. Instead, I let his words sink into my mind—passion, desire, control—three things I never give up.

  His lips find mine as his hands roam over my body. It feels awkward to have my hands trapped behind me. I want to wrap them around his neck and force him closer, but with them confined, I have no control whatsoever.

  I’m usually the one handcuffing guys to my bedrails. It’s a sure thing in gaining control over any situation, and not to mention, guys typically think it’s hot when I take over. It means less work for them anyway.

  “Carissa…” he growls in my ear. “Relax.”

  I don’t realize how tense my body is. I sigh, taking a deep breath. I tell my body to relax, but I doubt it’ll listen. I want to touch him, feel his arousal against me, but I can’t, which is driving me insane.

  “I want to touch you,” I plead. My head falls back as my eyes roll closed. His lips begin to explore my body as his hands control my hips. I begin throbbing in between my legs—so much that it becomes unbearable. I’ve never needed sex so badly in my life, and now, he’s going to make me beg for it.

  His hands slide under my shirt and reach my breasts. His mouth suckles my neck as he pulls hard on my nipples, making them instantly hard.

  “I love your hair down,” he growls, making my head fall back farther as he tugs on my hair.

  I’m so consumed by his voice, and the roughness of his touch, that I can’t focus on anything else. All I know is that I want him, I want my body surrounding him, and I want to force his body on top of mine.

  For the first time ever, I let a guy control the moves. I’m not sure why, but I give in. He yanks my head back further, showcasing my very vulnerable body as I sit on the dresser handcuffed.

  “You are beautiful…” he whispers in my ear. “So bloody beautiful.”

  He lowers his hands to the bottom of my shirt and rips it off, making it land at my wrists. His body lowers as he feathers kisses down my stomach. He places his hands on my knees and spreads my legs wider. He kisses his way down my legs, over my shorts as he makes his way down to my calves.

  I’m ready to scream at his playful, torturous kisses. I keep my head back as I soak in his touch, wanting more from him. At this rate, I’ll do just about anything to get what I want.

  “Drew…stop messing with me,” I beg. His body rises back up, his lips back on my mouth. I can feel his smile against me as I wiggle underneath him.

  “What do you want, Doll?” he growls deeply.

  “You…I want you so fucking bad.” I can feel his arousal against me as he stands naked in front of me.

  “Give in to me, Carissa. Let me take you to levels you’ve never been before.” His nose nuzzles my neck as he presses soft, barely-there kisses.

  “How do you know where I’ve been?” I retort.

  “Give up the control,” he whispers. “I can tell you want to push me away.”

  “I can’t…” I breathe out. “I can’t push you away.”

  “Good girl.”

  “I said I’ll try anything twice.” I smile, hoping he takes the cue to finally give me what I need.

  “Perfect.”

  “Stop…stop torturing me,” I beg.

  “I told you I’d have you begging for me,” he says amused. “So let me hear you.”

  He backs up slightly and runs his hands down my shorts, pulling them down my ankles and off to a pile on the floor.

  “Let me touch you,” I demand. “Please.”

  “Not yet, Doll. Soon though,” he promises.

  “Ugh! Please!” I yell out this time, watching him. He flashes a smug smile as his fingers make their way in between my legs.

  He brings his mouth to my ear. “You’re going to have to do better than that.”

  My body tenses as I start to get angry. I don’t beg for sex! Ever!

  “Drew…” I wiggle out of his hold and force my feet to the ground. “If you think handcuffing me is going to stop me from taking what I want, you have seriously underestimated me.”

  “And what is it you want, Doll? You want me?” His eyes lock on mine, challenging me to say it.

  I walk toward him, pushing him down on the bed with my body. He’s ready…so ready. I let my eyes wander up and down his body. He’s toned, muscular, and very ready.

  “Lay back,” I command, ignoring his request.

  He grabs my shoulders and spins me around. I fall to the bed. Before I can argue, he’s on his knees with his face in between my legs. I spread them further for him as his mouth explores me, licking and devouring my pussy.

  I can’t run my hands through his hair like I want to and it’s driving me insane. I can’t do anything with my damn hands, forcing me to concentrate on the pleasure Drew is giving me. I finally stop fighting it and lay back in defeat.

  “Oh god, yes…” I moan out, letting my head fall back as the intensity takes over my mind.

  He lifts my legs and places them on top of his shoulders as he kneels on the floor. My body is laying helplessly on the edge of the bed, letting him take control of everything. As much as I want to fight it and push him off, my body craves it. Craves him.

  “Okay…you win,” I breathe out. “Fuck me. Now.”

  He doesn’t stop— rather he speeds up. My entire body quivers as it climaxes hard against his mouth.

  “Holy shit,” I spit out. I breathe heavily, trying to control the emotions spiraling through me.

  He kisses up my stomach and thoroughly kisses each breast, sucking hard on my nipples. I arch my back, openly welcoming his mouth. He continue
s up my collarbone and then to my neck.

  “Kiss me.” I want his mouth on me so fucking bad. He smiles against my neck as he kisses up my chin and to my ear. “Drew…kiss me.”

  “Is that what you want?” he whispers softly in my ear. I can hear the thrill in his voice.

  “Yes…” I moan. “But much more than that.”

  He finally presses his mouth to mine. Giving in to what I want and what I need, I submit. I wrap my legs around his waist, telling him exactly what I want right now.

  His mouth devours mine, kissing me aggressively. His hand cups my face as he lightly pulls my hair with the other.

  “I need to hear you say it, Doll. Tell me.”

  “What do you want to hear?” I gasp. “I’ve told you to fuck me. I’m ready and willing. I’m begging…just like you asked,” I snap out, fully frustrated.

  “Tell me I’m in control. Tell me you submit,” he demands.

  I breathe out slowly against my racing heartbeat.

  “Okay…” I pant out. “I submit to you,” I agree. “This time,” I add in.

  He laughs lightly as he looks intently at me. “We’ll see about that.”

  Before I can retort, he slams himself into me.

  “Oh, fuck…” he pants out. I watch as his eyes roll back. The sensation feels incredible…but it feels different.

  “Oh god…” I moan, wanting this feeling to last for as long as possible. He thrusts against me until I finally realize he’s not wearing a condom.

  “Drew…” I barely get the words out before he pulls out.

  “I know, Doll. I just wanted to feel you against me.”

  He walks over to the dresser where he pulls out a condom and rolls it on. Instead of laying back over me, he grabs my hips and flips me over.

  “Good god!” I scream. I let him adjust me so my head isn’t buried in the mattress. He pulls my hips up, aligning my ass with his body. He has me bent over the bed as he spreads my legs open.

  “Remember…control, Doll. Give it up,” he softly whispers in my ear.

  I breathe out. I really am trying. He has no fucking idea how hard I’m trying.

  He aligns our bodies once more before entering me again. My arms trapped behind my back give me no support, but as he thrusts inside me, I can’t care less. It feels so damn amazing, I beg him to give it to me harder.