Spark: A Bad Boy's Second Chance Romance (Burns Brothers Book 3)

by Gillian Archer

  He tormented me, teasing one breast with his wicked mouth, licking, sucking, making me want so much more. All the while pinching and flicking my other nipple with his naughty fingers. He had me groaning mindlessly. I was so turned on; I didn’t think I could get any wetter. But with all the ridiculous layers of clothing between us, there wasn’t much I could do about it. I tried to rub my aching clit against the harsh material, but I couldn’t get the right angle.

  Logan pulled away from my nipple with a ‘pop’ sound. “Think maybe I could talk you out of some of this clothing?”

  He didn’t have to ask me twice. His husky laughter was the only sound in the room as I swung off his lap and peeled my pants off with a haste I couldn’t disguise. Not that Logan seemed to mind. He laced his fingers behind his head and grinned roguishly at me as I faced him without a stitch of clothing on. “Every single time I think you couldn’t get any prettier, you gotta go and prove me wrong.”

  I ducked my head as I smiled. He was so damned charming when he tried. It was what had drawn me to him in the first place. I loved seeing that side of him again. “Thank you.”

  All the usual awkwardness of being nude in front of someone—especially when that someone was totally clothed—was forgotten as I approached the bed. This was Logan. He made me feel sexy with just a look.

  He tipped his head. “It’s true. I didn’t think it possible, but you are more gorgeous than I remembered. And I spent a lot of my time remembering certain things about you.”

  “Like what?”

  His eyes never lifted from my breasts. He watched them sway with my movements like they were the most fascinating tits he’d ever seen, despite how small they were. “Like the way your nipples match the color of your lips. Such a soft, pretty pink.”

  I had to laugh at that. Logan’s eyes flared when my breasts trembled in rhythm with my laughter. “How would you even know? You haven’t looked at my face once since you took my bra off.”

  “Not the lips I was talking about.”

  That killed my laughter. I swear I could hear the blood rushing through my veins. My nipples throbbed in answer.

  A wicked grin curved Logan’s lips. “Speaking of. How about you climb aboard and let me compare again?”

  “You want me to climb on where?”

  Instead of explaining, he held a hand out. “Come here.”

  Knowing whatever he had planned would end in a big O for me, I grabbed his hand and let him tug me to edge of the bed. His hands slid from my hand to my leg as he urged me to straddle him. The harsh material of his jeans rasped against my thighs.

  He laughed huskily. “Keep climbing.”

  And then it hit me. He wanted me to straddle his face. I froze. I’d never done that before. Not with him. Not with anyone. To have that part of me over someone’s face…I don’t know.

  “Everything okay?”

  I bit my lip. “Are you sure? You want me to…”

  I couldn’t even say it.

  “Oh yeah. This has been on my mind since we met. I might’ve also rubbed a few out picturing you over me.”

  Damn, that was hot. And also got me moving. He rustled under me as he got into position. Logan muttered something I couldn’t hear before a pillow sailed across the room. I didn’t know what to do, where to look. I had to do a kind of modified squat to get the right angle. Too much of this and my legs were gonna be killing me tomorrow.

  I jumped when he cupped my ass. My hands rested on my headboard to keep me balanced. I could do this. Logan sounded like he was really into it, and I’d always loved the way he gave oral. This was just a different position for it. Nothing to worry about. I took a deep breath and tried to relax.

  I jumped the second he spoke again.

  “Hmmmm… Yup, I was right. Same color.”

  I could feel his breath against my sex. Something about the sensation and knowing where he was and what he was looking at made me wetter.

  Then he licked me, diving into my folds with his tongue. Or maybe that was a finger. I couldn’t tell and I didn’t care. It felt amazing. Somehow he flicked my clit at the same time. He kept me guessing. Teasing me. Driving me crazy. He’d suck on my clit as he drove a finger inside me. And then he’d back off and gently smoothe a finger or his tongue along my folds.

  “No, no. My clit. Go back. I was almost…” I groaned in frustration.

  I could feel Logan’s laughter against my pussy.

  But he listened. He went back and suckled my clit as he drove a finger into me. My hands gripped the headboard as I rode his face. Tension built in my body as I climbed toward the peak.

  Logan didn’t let up.

  The muscles in my thighs quivered as every muscle in my body tightened. I was so close. Goosebumps broke out all over my body. Just a little more.

  And then I broke.

  Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me as I convulsed on top of his face.

  Logan—the evil bastard—licked me again in the middle of my orgasm, and I shuddered, overstimulated. It felt like electric sparks were left in his wake.

  Too much.

  I collapsed onto my side, completely spent. My chest rose and fell as I panted, trying desperately to catch my breath. Meanwhile my entire body was lax. I don’t think I could’ve raised my head if the room was on fire. I felt so good and just…happy.

  I couldn’t remember ever being this content in my entire life. Even when I’d been with Logan before. Back then, everything was a race in satisfying our desires that we never had a chance to enjoy the buildup.

  And Logan was very good at the buildup. I rolled my head to the side and gave him a goofy grin. “You are amazing.”

  My words sounded drunk because I kinda was. Love drunk on Logan.

  But whereas I was love drunk, Logan was pleased with a side of pained. His smile looked more like gritted teeth. “Thanks.”

  “Aww, did we forget to take care of poor, neglected Logan?” I teased with a naughty smile as I inched my way over on the bed until I was next to him peering into his face. “You never did answer my question from before. How far are you comfortable going tonight?”

  “I, uh…” His pained expression strained and my heart broke for him.

  I wanted to tell him that whatever was going on under his clothes didn’t matter to me, but I wasn’t sure he’d believe me. And I really didn’t want to kill the mood. He’d been so gentle and giving for me. I wanted to be able to return the favor. And let him know how much I…

  My heart pounded in my ears. I couldn’t let myself go down that path.

  I shoved it from my mind as I tipped my head and searched his expression. “I can always return the favor. You know, like I did last night. Or…”

  “Or what?” He frowned slightly.

  “Or I can open your jeans the same amount as I’d need to blow you and ride your cock instead. A little naked woman clothed man kinda action.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Logan

  I had thoughts. But most of them were dirty, and I couldn’t exactly get my brain to form any coherent words at the moment. Sabrina knew I had a little fetish about clothed men with naked women. She’d certainly given me enough grief about it back when she saw my search history when we were first dating.

  Sabrina’s eyes clouded at my hesitation. “Are you okay? Do you not want to…”

  Her shoulders rounded and she crossed her arms over her gorgeous breasts. Like she worried that they or she wasn’t enough.

  “I want. I desperately want.” Words suddenly poured from my mouth as she seemingly wilted in front of me. I rolled over onto my side and came up on my elbow so I could look into her eyes. “I’m just afraid that you’ll have to do most of the work. My neck and back are aching.”

  That was putting it lightly. My neck and back actually felt like they were on fire from the strain I’d put them under. From when I was under Sabrina. Still, it was worth it. I’d go through a hell of a lot more pain to make her look as happy as she
had.

  “Awww, poor baby.” Sabrina gave me a shove, contradicting her words.

  I fell onto my back again, but the cushion of her bed made it a soft landing. A grin tugged at my lips at the wicked expression on Sabrina’s face. She looked like the cat who’d eaten the cream and now was on the hunt for the whole damn carton.

  I was hella content to sit back and enjoy the show.

  I braced one arm behind my neck, silently wishing like hell that I hadn’t thrown that pillow across the room. Meanwhile, Sabrina had wiggled to the other end of the bed—a sight I would be playing on repeat in my mind until the day I die—and was wrestling with the button fly on my jeans. My dick flexed under the pressure of her wrestling and the promise of freedom. I moved to help her and she growled at me. Legit, growled.

  “I can do it.” She took a second and wiped her sweaty palms on my jean covered thighs. Then she tackled the buttons again. They popped open and she crowed in victory. “Told you.”

  I smirked in reply and settled in to enjoy the show.

  Sabrina delicately peeled back the material of my boxer briefs, careful not to touch anything more than what we talked about. I wanted to tell her that all my scars were really on my neck, back, and left leg, but I still hated to look at it myself, let alone talk about it with someone as perfect as Sabrina.

  My dick popped free and she grasped in her small hand. “Mmmm, just as I remembered. All big, hard, and eager.”

  My eyes about popped out of my head as she leaned forward and licked the head of my cock like a fucking lollipop. Her breasts hung from her body with her tight nipples all hard and pointed the way I loved. That might have just become my favorite memory of all time.

  Sabrina tossed me a saucy smirk.

  It was my turn to groan. “I swear to Christ, angel, if you don’t get this show on the road, it’ll all be over before it starts.”

  “Just more incentive for a better and longer round two.”

  Like I needed any more proof she was the woman of my dreams? I moaned as she bent forward and took the whole head of my dick deep into her mouth. She hummed deeply, and I felt the vibration with every fiber of my being.

  “I’m not kidding,” I said through gritted teeth. “If you don’t want to be swallowing more than your own saliva, you might wanna move on.”

  Sabrina sucked her way back to the head of my cock, and it popped out of her mouth with an audible pop. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

  Woman. Of. My. Dreams.

  I stopped protesting like a virgin and just enjoyed the fucking show. Sabrina worked my dick like someone who knew me for years. Humming. Licking. Sucking. She rocked up and down my dick until I couldn’t take it anymore.

  I think I shouted some kind of warning as I felt a telltale tightening in my nuts. I grabbed her by the back of her hair, pulling her away from my dick as I grabbed it in my other hand and pumped it once, twice. On about the fourth pump, I shot rope after rope of milky cum all over her gorgeous breasts. A creamy drop ran down her breast and dripped off her pink nipple. My dick spasmed again.

  I groaned as I fell back against her bed. “Christ, you’re amazing.”

  Sabrina hummed in reply before brushing a peck against my lips. Then the bed jostled. “I’ll be right back.”

  I cracked an eyelid open just in time to watch the swing of her curvy ass disappear into the adjoining bathroom. The sound of running water trailed out of the bathroom, and I gave a happy hum as I reclined back on her bed. A perfect fucking night.

  “Ready for round two?” Sabrina asked, as I started to drift off in post orgasm fatigue.

  I opened my eyes and found her framed in the doorway, still gloriously naked with no sign of my ejaculate on her anymore. She held up a condom between two fingers and had a grin on her face.

  I hadn’t thought it was possible this fast, but my dick flexed against my jeans and waved tall and proud at attention again.

  “I’ll take that as a yes.” Sabrina laughed huskily as she walked back to the bed, every inch a predator who’d spied their prey.

  I was happy as fuck to let her run the show. “Go easy on me. Remember it’s been a while.”

  Sabrina crawled onto the bed and rested on her knees next to me. “I’ve heard it’s like riding a bike—kinda hard to forget what goes where.”

  My heart gave a slow and painful thud as it landed somewhere near my stomach. I really didn’t need the reminder that while I’d regrown my virginity, Sabrina had been out there dating and meeting guys like the gorgeous woman she was. I’d stayed in the same place while she’d moved on. With one or two or twelve men. Fuck. Why did that hurt so much? I didn’t have any claim to her then. Or now. We still hadn’t had the whole exclusive talk yet.

  Why the hell was I thinking all these heavy thoughts when I had a gorgeous, naked woman kneeling next to me?

  I gave her my trademarked smug grin, or the closest I was capable of at the moment. “I’m not sure if that makes me the bicycle or the rider.”

  “Same difference, right? We’ve both done this before—with each other even. Easy peasy.”

  “Lemon squee-zey.” I finished her usual saying with a groan as she grasped my dick in her left hand and squeezed me enthusiastically. Christ, she knew just the way to touch my dick that had me simultaneously seeing stars and wishing it was her cunt instead. Because there was nothing like thrusting inside Sabrina Wagner. She’d always been so wet and hot. She’d been my personal wet dream for two years.

  Sabrina gave me a naughty grin as she rolled the condom down the length of my cock. I didn’t think putting on a condom could be so sexy, but then a naked Sabrina holding my dick would make anything sexy.

  She gave me one last naughty little grin then swung a leg over my hips and slowly eased herself down my cock. It was all I could do to keep my eyes open. Her tight, wet heat had me seeing stars. My eyes wanted to roll back into my head, but I didn’t want to lose the sight of Sabrina gloriously naked and riding me like I was her favorite pony. Stallion, whatever, I was having a hard time stringing together a coherent thought. She felt like my every fantasy brought to life.

  Except for the little grimace wrinkling her forehead as she finally enveloped me. That expression was the only thing that kept me from grabbing her hips and thrusting myself to oblivion. She looked pained. Like maybe I was bigger than the guys she’d been with recently.

  I couldn’t deny that the thought made me feel fucking fantastic. Because, now that I was feeling her throb around me, I knew she was it for me. Now I just had to make sure that she felt the same.

  Later.

  Because now all I wanted was to feel myself shooting deep inside her again.

  Sabrina seemed to agree as she finally started to move. Slowly, like she was testing the sensation, she rose up until only the head of my cock was inside her, and then, she just as slowly lowered herself again. It was agony. And everything. And so fucking slow. Up and down.

  Unable to passively take the torture anymore, I finally lifted a hand to help her out. My thumb found her clit and circled gently. Sabrina’s head fell back as she gasped, but she didn’t let up her agonizing tempo. Still as fucking slow as ever. After a moment she lifted her head and tossed me a naughty smile.

  “Just like riding a bike. Right, Logan?”

  I grunted in reply.

  Sabrina fed off my torture. She arched her back, giving me better access to her clit as she rode me. Her hands braced behind her on my upper thighs and I enjoyed her exquisite torture for all of a second before she froze.

  “Shit, I forgot. Is this okay?” Her eyes darted to mine. “Can I touch you here?”

  “Fuck yes. Don’t stop. Keep going.”

  “Okay, I was just worried—”

  “Woman! If you don’t start moving…”

  “Okay, okay.” Sabrina giggled like it was fucking funny. Although it did make her slight breasts jiggle. Or maybe that was the new urgency she suddenly found. Because she finally—
finally—started to move on top of me like someone who wanted to orgasm.

  My thumb kept circling her clit, and her panting breaths were loud in the room.

  Or maybe those were mine.

  Her tight, little pussy was quivering around my dick, and I was really worried I wouldn’t be able to hold off until she came. I didn’t want to let her down—again. I had to make myself last. Triangle of fire—oxygen, heat, and fuel. The four stages of fire were incipient, growth, fully developed, and decay.

  Christ, why did she have to look so amazing? Better than any fucking porno I’d ever seen.

  I wanted to hold out.

  I wanted to make it good for her.

  And then I lost it.

  I grabbed her hips and thrust up into her. Over and over, until I felt that tight sensation in my balls.

  And then I was coming.

  I think I gave a hoarse shout.

  I reached up with one hand to the back of her head and drug her down to me so that I could kiss her. I kept thrusting as my lips conquered hers. I kept thrusting through the pain of my own orgasm. Until finally Sabrina shoved away from my chest with a pained whimper.

  “Please. No more. I can’t—” She rolled away from me and my dick fell out of her with a wet sucking sound.

  “Angel, are you okay? Do you need more?”

  “Fuck no. Don’t touch me. Don’t even fucking look at me.” She groaned dramatically as she shivered. “I’m pretty sure that was like ten orgasms or something. No more. Please.”

  I fell back onto the bed with a laugh. She’d been so fucking tight and I was so lost in my own orgasm, I hadn’t noticed when she came.

  But I was so fucking glad she did because I was exhausted. That last load had travelled all the way from my toes. I was fucking spent. All I really wanted to do was roll over and fall asleep.

  But I was a fucking adult. Mostly.

  “Be right back.” I pushed to my feet and headed for her attached bathroom. Sabrina murmured something behind me, but I couldn’t make it out since her face was smushed into the mattress. I smiled, not because of what she’d said—I had no fucking clue what it was—but because she sounded so exhausted. And satisfied. Like she should.