Rough Spark: Big Flirt Series Book Two

by Echo, Kristen

  Gemma reached around me. The lock latched into place. I exhaled slowly, trying to regain my composure. The urge to throw her down and pound into her like an unskilled teen was strong, but I had more willpower. More stamina. But it had been too damn long. If I spread her legs, I’d likely blow my load well before her.

  “Good choice,” I said, grabbing a fistful of her shirt.

  “Will you stay with me tonight? Not as a favor, but because you want to.”

  “I wasn’t planning on leaving. Tonight, or any night.”

  I lifted the pink cotton over her head. Gemma needed to forget her problems. I planned to make her feel good. Make her smile and reclaim her heart. I hadn’t planned on being rendered speechless. The beauty of her naked body struck me like a punch to the chest. I was winded and my pulse surged wildly like an out-of-control freight train.

  “Say something.” Her voice was low and gravelly.

  “Damn, you’re perfect.”

  No bra. No panties. Bare and all mine.

  “Blake, I love the way you look at me. Like I’m more than enough.” Her delicate fingers squeezed my biceps. She wasn’t hiding her body. “I can’t stop thinking about you. About a second chance to do it right. Better. I’m rambling. I… thank you for coming over.”

  My eyes gorged on her pale skin and generous curves. Without thinking, I moved her towards the stairs. I couldn’t wait to taste her. I helped her into a seated position before settling on the steps below. Once I lowered my head between her legs, her thighs trembled under my fingers.

  “Don’t thank me yet,” I teased as I nuzzled the top of her mound with my nose. Using my fingers, I spread her open and licked slowly along her cleft. Sweetest nectar on the planet.

  “You don’t… oh… my….”

  Her breathing became choppy as my lips covered her sex. I didn’t ask for her permission. I didn’t need it. This woman was mine. Every part. She pulled on my short hair, trying to pull me away from her center. Her body was stiff and on edge like she was fighting her feelings. Denying herself pleasure.

  “Relax, babe. I won’t hurt you.”

  Leaving her clit untouched, I made love to her pussy with my fingers and my tongue until she was writhing and panting for more. Her whimpers encouraged me to continue teasing. I brought her to the brink and then slowed down. Over and over. I refused to let her cum until she gave herself to me fully.

  “Blake, please,” she begged.

  “Please what?”

  “Um… I need to cum.”

  I’d never deny my woman, but that wasn’t the answer I wanted. “What else do you need?”

  “I need you.”

  Her admission unlocked the gate holding her back. Her legs opened wider. When I sucked lightly on her nub, she finally let go. I twisted my fingers deep into her core and flicked her clit faster. She didn’t hold back. Her screams of enjoyment were music to my ears. Gemma wasn’t quiet as she came apart, gifting me with her orgasm.

  “Blake,” she repeated my name until the tremors subsided.

  I licked my lips and smiled. “I like the way you scream my name.”

  “You’re… hot damn, I can’t think. That was cataclysmic. I’m shaking.”

  “Don’t you mean orgasmic.” I sat upright, admiring her wet pussy, and the satisfied glow on her face.

  Resting on her elbows, her big breasts were pushed forward. She shook her head. Dark waves covered her nipples. “Both and then some. I want to see you naked. I want to feel you inside me,” she said as she dove forward. Her hands went for my zipper.

  I stilled her fingers and stood. “Before we make love, I need something first.”

  Her eyebrows lifted above her glasses. I helped her to her feet. She followed me into the living room. The side lamp provided the only light, casting shadows in every direction. I sank onto the plush leather couch and ran my fingers through my hair.

  “What do you need from me, Blake?”

  This was harder than I imagined because I was out of practice. I released a long slow breath. Gemma’s eyes locked with mine as she stood facing me. The intensity made my chest ache.

  “That’s a loaded question,” I snickered. “Tell me what you’re thinking. More importantly, what you’re feeling.”

  When her knees lowered onto the hard-wooden floor by my feet, her hands pressed my knees apart. She licked her lips. Fire and excitement danced within her irises. I resisted the urge to touch her and planted my hands on my hips. My cock strained against the zipper on my shorts.

  “If you want the truth, I’m overwhelmed. With all my family drama, I’m an emotional wreck but being with you makes me feel better. Aside from my reason for coming to town, I’m glad I’m here. I’m happy you’re here with me. And… I’m thinking you are wearing too much clothing. Take your shirt off.”

  I yanked it off and twisted the fabric in my hands. “What else?”

  “Aren’t you the one calling the shots?”

  I smirked and shook my head. “We’re in this together. I’ve always known what I want. You’re the rebel.”

  “Maybe I’ve always known too.”

  Her hands roamed my thighs towards my dick. Her nimble fingers lowered my zipper. I shuddered as she opened my shorts and released my erection. The cool air swirled around my length, making the heat from her palm against my shaft feel like molten lava. She wet her lips and kissed my tip.

  “Gemma, did you ever think we’d end up like this?”

  Her eyes pierced mine with a heat that scorched my soul. “Like what? With me on my knees, hands and mouth wrapped around your cock. Yeah. Maybe in our dreams.” She smirked and sealed her lips around me.

  “Fuck!” I pulled her hair and held her close. My head hit the back cushion with a soft bounce as she swallowed me deep into her throat.

  As a teenager, she’d been more hesitant. Currently, there was nothing meek about the way she sucked my cock. I tickled her tonsils. My balls tightened. She slithered her tongue along the underside.

  “Where did you learn… never mind. Don’t tell me. It doesn’t matter how many cocks have trained your mouth. Mine is the only one you’ll ever taste again.”

  A few thrusts and I erupted. Spilled my release into her hot mouth. Gemma didn’t pull away. She swallowed every drop and licked me clean.

  “Don’t think the worst of me. I’ve watched a lot of porn. I haven’t had that many partners,” she admitted. “Only a handful, including you.”

  “Fuck.” I lifted her onto her bare feet and kissed her. When I pulled away, her lips were swollen and red. I could kiss her forever and never get enough.

  My eyes drifted lower. Her nipples were hard, perfect peaks. Sucking my cock had turned her on. She wasn’t the only one ready for more, but I’d already pushed her further than I planned. I hadn’t interrupted her sleep for sex. Our connection was more than physical.

  “Come to bed.” She grabbed my hand, and I followed her. “I’m assuming you brought protection.”

  I cursed myself for not stopping at Owen’s to pillage his stash before I showed up. No condoms. I highly doubted her grandfather had some lingering in a drawer. “I don’t.”

  “Seriously? You don’t have one hiding in your wallet.”

  “I haven’t carried condoms around in a long time.”

  Waiting wouldn’t kill me. It would give me a chance to prove to her I would still be here for her in the light of day. When I finally claimed her, there would be no going back.

  She opened the bedroom door and glanced at me over her shoulder. “Here we are. You know all those years we were together, we never once slept together. Is it strange that I’m nervous?”

  “Nothing to be nervous about. It’s about time I get to wake up with you in my arms. I don’t plan on letting go.”

  An insane idea popped into my head. We didn’t need protection. I glanced at her soft skin and imagined her belly growing with my child. The idea didn’t freak me out in the slightest. Maybe knocking her up would
give her enough reason to stay. My parents would finally get their wish and I’d get to keep Gemma. I shook my head and chuckled.

  “What’s so funny. Why are you smiling like that?”

  I hugged her around the waist and followed her into the dark room. “A crazy vision of our future. I’ll tell you in the morning.”

  Without turning on the lights, she pulled the covers back. She crawled into bed naked and dragged me with her. Once we were spooning, she sighed, and her body went lax.

  “Our future… I love the way you said that. I missed you,” she admitted.

  “Ditto.”

  “Blake, I know you don’t want my gratitude, but I’m truly thankful for you. Thank you for helping me yesterday. You could have turned your back on me.”

  “Shhh. I wouldn’t be much of a man if I turned my back on a damsel in distress.”

  “You’re a good man. I’m sorry about how things ended between us.”

  “It’s history. For whatever it’s worth, I’m sorry too.” I scooped her hair away from her neck and planted a kiss at the top of her spine. A faint hint of lavender filled the air as I snuggled closer.

  “I never meant to hurt you, but I didn’t get a choice. I had to leave. My family wouldn’t even listen to me when I tried to explain we were in love. It tore me apart when you refused to move with me. You were old enough. We would have made it work if you had accepted one of the scholarships you had been offered. Do you regret not coming with me?”

  “Stop, Gemma. The second those cuffs were placed on my wrists, those scholarships disappeared.”

  “What cuffs? What are you talking about?”

  “You and your folks had your friend charge me with some bullshit. The trumped-up charges sucked every dime of my savings to pay for the legal fees. While you enjoyed your summer, I was fighting to keep my record clean.”

  She flipped over and faced me. “Oh my god. That’s awful. I had no idea. I swear.”

  I believed her. Deep down, I’d known we were both being punished, but it stung that she never reached out once after she left. Never bothered to check if I was okay.

  “Doesn’t matter anymore.”

  “It matters to me.” She kissed my lips softly, soothing the old wounds. “Had I known; I would have helped. Stopped them somehow. I would have—”

  “We were pawns in their vindictive game. Two young kids in over our heads. I knew the risks when I first kissed you. A little jail time didn’t scare me.”

  “How long were you detained? I want to know everything.”

  “Let’s just say your pockets are much deeper than mine. The leaves had changed colors with Halloween around the corner before the dust settled.”

  “That’s insane. What did they charge you with?”

  I kissed the lines on her forehead. “Theft. Their word against mine. I’m a lot of things, but I’m not a criminal.”

  “My parents are such bastards. Is that why you didn’t come see me?”

  “Partly,” I answered honestly. “I couldn’t leave my family. Football was a fun sport, but not my future. I always knew I’d take over the business when my pops retired. My life was always here. It still is. You’re here now, but where is your life taking you next?”

  “I don’t know. My parents have a clear vision, but I’m not sure I can go along with their plans. So much has changed for me in the past few days. It’s a lot to process.”

  “What do you want? Forget about everyone else and focus on your hopes and dreams. You’re in charge. Only you can make them come true.”

  “You sound just like my grandfather.” Her eyes fluttered shut, and her face scrunched as if she were in physical pain.

  “Sorry,” I said and kissed the lines on her forehead. “No decisions need to be made now. Sleep.”

  She yawned and rested her head against my chest. “Before I fall asleep, tell me what caused that wicked smile a moment ago.”

  Revealing my thoughts had the potential to freak her out. Making love with or without protection didn’t matter because I wasn’t ever letting her go. I loved her too much to lose her twice. Her breathing evened-out as she drifted to sleep.

  “If the future we used to talk about is still an option, we don’t need condoms. Let’s get some rest. We’ll need it for tomorrow.” I hugged her tight and closed my eyes. “No protection. No regrets. Just us.”

  Chapter Eight

  Gemma

  My heart was heavy. The odds had been stacked against us from day one. With my parent’s expectations and the feud, Blake Kruz wasn't an acceptable choice. His family wasn't rich enough. I didn't care about those things when I was younger. I didn’t care about them now.

  Hearing what my parents had done to him after I’d agreed to their terms shredded the last of my loyalty. They’d promised to leave Blake and his family alone if I cut ties. I left. Severed all contact even though it broke my heart. They punished him anyway. Stealing his future and ensuring he wouldn’t be able to follow me. They got their way. I fell in line. Sort of. Despite their best efforts, my feelings for Blake ran deeper than the ocean. The connection we shared had survived the distance and the years apart.

  When we were kids, I used to dream about waking up in Blake’s arms. Making love with the light of a new day shining upon us. Unrushed. Leisurely enjoying and exploring each other without worrying about being caught. That day was finally here.

  The steady hum from the air-conditioning pumped through the vents. The covers had bunched by our feet, but I wasn’t cold. A beam of morning light pierced through the gap in the guest bedroom drapes and highlighted the chiseled lines on his arms. Our bodies tangled together as if neither of us could stand a modicum of separation. We’d been apart for too long already. His arms hugged me tight. My leg draped over his hip possessively. I peeled my face off his chest and smiled.

  I was sharing a bed with Blake. After all the hurdles we’d climbed, we found our way back to one another. Part of me wanted to squeal with delight, but I didn’t want to ruin this perfect moment. It was just us. Together.

  As I stared at his handsome face, I literally pinched my arm. The sting was real. So was the flutter in my belly and the excitement flowing through my veins.

  The heat from his body radiated like a blast of summer sunshine against my skin. I massaged his scalp. The short soft hairs caressed my fingers. He didn’t move. I kissed the scar at the edge of his lip. Then I lightly kissed his cheek, trailing my lips towards his ear. The scruff on his face made my legs tingle as I recalled the sensation between my thighs. We weren’t inexperienced teens anymore. The orgasm from the previous night was explosive. I wanted more.

  “Wake up, sleepyhead.” I tugged his earlobe between my teeth.

  He stirred and groaned as his cock hardened. The tip pressed against my stomach as he hugged me tighter, plastering our naked bodies together. “Let me finish my dream,” he mumbled.

  “You’re not sleeping, silly.”

  “Yes, I am.”

  With his eyes still closed, his hand moved down my back and cupped my ass cheek. My body slid higher until his erection slipped between my legs. His other hand dove into my hair as his lips covered mine. I moaned when his tongue took charge of the kiss. He sighed, tugging my pelvis against his, creating delightful friction. My moisture coated his cock. Back and forth. We teased one another.

  “More,” I begged.

  “Gemma… best dream ever,” he breathed before sucking on my tongue.

  If this was a dream, I never wanted to wake up. I caged his face with my hands and kissed him harder. Changing the angle of our bodies slightly, I lifted my leg until the tip of his cock nudged my clit and poised against my entrance. One shift and he’d be inside me.

  I moaned again, rubbing myself against him. Teasing and giving permission at the same time. I closed my eyes and savored the pleasure building. He released my hair, gripped my other ass cheek and rolled to his back, pulling me with him. My thighs settled by his sides and my knees gree
ted the crisp, cool sheets.

  My mouth sealed to his, preventing any discussion. I lowered my body onto him, swallowing the first inch of his cock. An onslaught of arousal bombarded my senses. When his mouth and breathing stilled, I should have stopped, but I couldn’t. Taking him bare like this was risky, but I didn’t want any barriers between us. Skin to skin. Every glorious inch brought us closer. He was so big. I sank down until he was buried to the hilt. The exquisite stretch was equal parts pain and pleasure. I paused, giving myself time to adjust.

  He growled low and deep as I scraped my breasts against his chest. My nipples tingled and pebbled. I swiveled my lower body, grinding against him. His fingers dug into my flesh, no doubt leaving marks. I didn’t care. His mark was already all over me. From the first moment I saw him, I wanted him. The consequences never mattered. My family could disown me. It didn’t matter. I refused to turn my back on him again.

  I rocked my hips, loving the fullness he provided. “I love you.”

  The words tumbled out effortlessly. I meant them. Keeping my eyes shut, I kissed him again. I hardly knew the man underneath me, but he was still the same boy with the big heart. He was still mine.

  He didn’t respond but kissed me harder. His grunts of approval were all I needed. I rode his cock faster. Taking more. Stretching my walls, he filled me completely. As my climax neared, I opened my eyes. A sea of blue greeted me. I stilled, afraid I’d gone too far and said too much. Nose to nose, we stared at each other.

  “Don’t stop,” he said through clenched teeth.

  With his massive hands holding my hips and ass, he thrust into me. A demonstration of power and dominance. When his fingers shifted and rubbed my clit, my head fell back but my eyes remained fixed on him. We moved together. Our bodies glistened with sweat. Moans and groans of pleasure filled the room.

  “I’m so close. Come with me,” I pleaded.

  “Say it again.”

  “Come with me.”

  “Only after you say it again,” he commanded, applying more pressure on my clit.