Sparks of Love

by McKenna Rogue

  Two could play at that game.

  Jason got ready to make his shot, and I leaned over and pushed my arms into my breasts a little, making sure they were practically spilling over. Jason smirked, his gaze landing on my boobs, not trying to hide his gawking. He soaked me in, then landed his shot without even breaking a sweat or eye contact with my tits.

  Shit. He totally hustled me, and he was going to hustle me right out of my underwear and right into his bed. What the hell was wrong with me saying I was going to come first? I just told him I would fuck him. Who does that?

  God, I really wanted to. He was so hot and made me feel sexy, desired, and in the very short time I’d known him, he’d gotten me wet. I wasn’t a prude, but it usually took me time and comfort before I could get worked up over a guy. With Jason, I wanted him to seduce me… over and over and over again.

  “Have you had trouble with men respecting your job?” Jason asked.

  I glanced over at him. He wasn’t really surprised by this, was he?

  “Uh yeah. Quite a lot. Some women too.”

  His eyes flared with anger. It was quick, but I caught it. I was surprised he cared so much. It wasn’t like I couldn’t handle myself. Like I didn’t have control to tell someone to leave. Not that I was as good at it when I first started, but I’d adopted a zero fucks attitude and found it worked for me.

  “What happens?”

  “Calaveras, is this what you really want to talk about?”

  His eyebrow cocked.

  “Calaveras, huh?”

  “It is your name.”

  “It is. But you called me Jason today at your work.” He took another shot and missed.

  “You got mad at me when I didn’t.”

  “Interesting.” He was studying me, trying to suss out something. Shifting his stance, his tone changed back to conversational. “I want to talk about you. I want to get to know you. We’re here, in a bar, playing pool, and since I can’t bend you over the pool table...”

  My pussy clenched at the thought, then my whole body shuddered with desire. I licked my lips and tried not to let my mouth stay parted like a trollop, ready to drop my panties for him, even though I totally was.

  He approached me and slid his hand onto my hip.

  “If you want to skip to the bending over, we can talk after.” His hands slid over my hips and ass. “I like you wanting.”

  I smirked, trying not to let my pussy speak for me. I hadn’t been touched in a while. I’d distanced myself from dating. Men reacted to me in weird ways—they liked me because I was a curvy girl, or they didn’t see me at all, only my skinny, hot friends—but I didn’t want to be fetishized or ignored. I wanted someone to like me for me, and I finally met a guy who wanted to get to know me, and my libido wouldn’t cooperate. It was ridiculous.

  “How about for every ball that’s sunk, the player who sank the ball can ask a question, and the other one has to tell the absolute truth?” I suggested. Even as I spoke the words, it felt like a dangerous game.

  “That sounds like a good game.” Tugging me closer, he stared down at me, his head leaning in like he might kiss me. I wanted him to. But instead, he stepped back. “It’s your turn.”

  I let out a shaky breath and turned back to the pool table. I had no idea where the cue ball even was. I finally found it and lined up my next shot, sinking one ball.

  “Did you get turned on during our session?”

  “I feel like this is a trap,”—his eyes narrowed—“but I’ll be honest. I didn’t. It didn’t feel like sexy time to me. You’re gorgeous, and watching you was really interesting. You’re focused and dedicated to what you’re doing. I felt it in the way you touched me. If anyone gets a hard-on while you’re working like that, they’re perverts.”

  “Or the blood circulation is improving. Sometimes, it’s just a natural response. Not all guys are skeezy.”

  “Fair enough. Though I have to say, I don’t like the idea of anyone else getting hard around you,” he muttered.

  I took another shot.

  “What do you want from me?”

  “Is this another trick question?”

  I laughed. “Dirty. No. Do you want to date me? Fuck me? One night? Several nights? Until it goes badly? What kind of guy are you, Calaveras?”

  “Honestly, I haven’t thought about it much. When I saw you the other night, you were the first woman in a long time who gave me a rush. I wanted to take you home that night, but I’m sort of glad it didn’t work out. I think this is a lot more fun. Plus, with my shoulder out of commission, you’re going to have to ride me. Right now, I’m leaning toward all of the above.”

  I made myself breathe through another unsatisfying zing right to my core.

  “Fair enough.”

  I missed the next shot.

  Jason took the next shot and naturally, dropped two balls into a pocket.

  “You’re such a hustler.”

  He smirked.

  “Why aren’t you happily married or have a boyfriend?”

  “I’m glad you think I can juggle a lover and a husband, but really, I’m a one-man kind of woman.”

  He chuckled. “You’re evading.”

  “But seriously, I’ve found I don’t match up well with the men I’ve dated, for a lot of reasons. The ones who are interested, present company excluded, I’m not interested in them, mostly because they’re not good people.”

  “We’re fucking assholes who don’t appreciate good things when we have them?”

  I pointed at him. “You said it, not me.”

  He cleared the rest of the table, then called the eight ball and put it in the corner pocket, just like he announced.

  “Well, shit.”

  “How about another game?” He moved around the table to stand in front of me. We were in the furthest corner of the bar. Currently, my back was to the rest of the room. My guess, no one would be able to see us if we did anything inappropriate. That shouldn’t excite me more, but it did. The server wouldn’t be by for a little while longer. What the hell was wrong with me that I wanted something inappropriate to happen in a bar where there were people?

  His hands fell to my hips, and his fingers curled into me, bringing me flush against him. I looked up into his dark eyes. He was incredibly handsome up close—chiseled features, smooth lips, square jaw, warm brown skin.

  His leg shifted until it was pressed against mine, pushing my stance a little wider. Then he reached one of his hands down my thigh to the hem of my skirt, running his hand back up, dragging the material up.

  “I do believe you’re wearing something of mine.”

  My body pulsed with need. He was going to make me give him my underwear, right here in the middle of the bar. I was drenching them just thinking about it. I glanced behind me to make sure no one was watching. Leaning down, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my panties and shimmied them down my legs. He knelt in front of me and helped slide them off, pressing his forehead against my pelvis.

  “Fuck you’re wet.” I watched as he tucked the panties into his pocket, then stood back up. “I want nothing more than to touch you,” he breathed against my ear. “Tell me, Blaze, what gets you hot?”

  Panting, my hand went to his chest. I intended to push him away, but my fingers knotted in his shirt, tugging him a little closer.

  “You’re doing a pretty good job.” My mouth was dry. “I… this isn’t normal for me.”

  He didn’t smile this time, his eyes seeming to trace every inch of me he could see. His hand dipped beneath the skirt and found my skin. He was so close to my pelvis. I was torn in half—I wanted him to touch me, I wanted him to back off. I had to maintain some kind of reputation in this town. Jubilee Falls wasn’t a small-small town, but it was small enough. But at this moment, feeling alive, desired, and sexy meant more to me than my reputation.

  He leaned in and dragged his mouth against my neck.

  “Do you want to come home with me?”

  I chewed
on my lip and nodded heavily. “Yes.”

  “I want to be a gentleman—take you out to a movie or dinner, then another date at the park or something—but I’m not that patient. Knowing you’re wet and naked under this dress is making me crazy.” He dipped his hand under the skirt of my dress and cupped me. I jerked against him, surprised by the contact, instantly shuddering from it. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

  I dragged my hand down his chest and cupped him through his jeans.

  “And you’re hard.”

  He captured my mouth without warning, swallowing my gasp, and pulled me roughly against him. Winding my arms around his neck, I kissed him back hard, hungry. His fingers slid over my sensitive flesh, but he didn’t hit home, leaving me panting and desperate for him.

  He stepped back and cleared his throat. “I’ll settle our tab.”

  I felt the stab of fear of someone seeing us together. I guess if someone wanted to call me a slut, I would deal with that. Jason certainly wouldn’t get any crap, except maybe for dating beneath him. There were so many people who thought hot guys should be with skinny, perfect models, but there was nothing standard about this world, and I wasn’t a standard girl. The skinny, perfect models were real women with desires and needs too and didn’t deserve to be put in a box either. None of us were standard. We weren’t a fucking lot of cars. So, maybe the chubby girl could have the hot baseball player after all.

  Though I certainly didn’t expect a man like Jason to give me the time of day. Maybe this was my time for fun and great sex. The man had to be great at sex. His touch was unbelievable, and he kissed like he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

  He returned in record time and took my hand, leading me toward the exit. “I’ll bring you back to your car later.”

  I should’ve argued with him. I didn’t need to be trapped, but I liked touching him. And I might lose my nerve if I got into my own car.

  He opened the passenger side of his red sports car. I slid into the seat, smoothed my skirt and tugged at my top, heat radiating off me. I shifted in my seat, trying not to let my arousal get the best of me, but everything felt heightened, and without my panties, there was extra friction.

  Jason dropped into the driver’s side. The engine roared to life and the music blared through the speakers. It was an eighties song I recognized: The Outfield, Your Love. He pushed buttons on the control panel, rolled down all the windows, and turned up the radio. The wind blew through our hair as we drove down the main drag of Jubilee Falls, then took a left into a neighborhood.

  Jason ran his hand up and down my leg until the fabric of my dress had exposed my thigh. He helped it the rest of the way and dipped his fingers below until his fingers pressed against my pussy. My hips bucked up, and I gripped the door handle.

  “I want you to come on my hand before we get to my apartment.” His fingers pushed between my folds, and my legs widened, giving him better access. “Fuck, Blaze.”

  His thumb circled my clit, and my toes curled in my sandals. Rocking my hips, I pushed back against the car seat. His fingers worked me over, pumping in and out of my pussy. It had been too long since anyone had touched me, but me. He’d worked me up way too fast. It made me feel desperate and a little pathetic how fast he was going to get me off, but I couldn’t seem to care.

  I gripped the back of my headrest, trying to anchor myself, but it wasn’t helping. I lifted my hips, trying to push him deeper, but his angle wasn’t the best.

  The car came to a stop at a red light. He pulled his fingers from me, pulled me into a kiss, then slipped his other hand under my dress. His fingers went right back to work to send me right over the edge as his tongue fucked into my mouth like his fingers fucked into my core. I trembled in his arms, groaning his name against his lips as I came hard.

  I slumped back in the seat, and someone honked behind us.

  He put the car in gear and slammed on his gas.

  He licked his fingers.

  “Looks like we both won the bet.”

  6

  Jason

  Pulling into my garage, the need to claim Blaze was overwhelming. Watching her come had done nothing but make me harder and more eager to be inside her. I glanced over at her. Still dazed from her orgasm, she seemed more relaxed and comfortable, a good sign she wasn’t going to regret being with me.

  I got out of the car and moved around to the passenger side where she was getting out. Taking her hand, I led her into the house. I was tempted to shove her against the nearest wall and take her from behind, but I didn’t want to rush our encounter. We had a few hours before it was late.

  “Can I get you anything?”

  “Um…no.” Her voice sounded like she was floating. She cleared her throat. “Do you do that for all your dates?”

  Honestly, no. I liked it when women came, especially on my dick, but mostly, I wanted to get off and get out. With Blaze, I’d wanted to see her in the throes of passion and pleasure. I wasn’t disappointed.

  After she mentioned me hooking her up with another Coyote, I wanted her only thinking of me. Fuck that shit. She was mine.

  “Do what?”

  “Um, make them…”

  “Come in my car? Not usually, no.” I dropped my keys on the counter and hung my hat on the rack behind the door. “Any particular kinks I can play out for you?” I moved into her space, wrapped my arms around her waist and hauled her to my body. My cock was aching to be inside of her.

  Her eyes widened. “Kinks?”

  “Whips? Chains? Feet?”

  “Um, not that I’m aware of.” She shook her head, then made herself shake out of the stunned doe-eyed look. “But my sex life has been pretty straight-forward or vanilla if you prefer.”

  “Anything you’ve been dying to try?”

  “You want to jump into the kinky stuff? What’s your kink?”

  I pushed her up against the kitchen counter, pinning her there.

  “I’ve got a few. Take off your bra.” I watched as the order rippled through her. She tugged on her lower lip with her teeth. “Now.”

  I stepped back as she unhooked her bra and pulled it out of her dress, so she was completely naked under it. She swallowed and licked her lips, her eyes fixated on me, her lips parted, her breath bated, waiting for my next command.

  I dragged my thumb along her bottom lip. “Aw, Blaze, this is going to be too much fun.”

  I led her into my bedroom. The way she timidly stepped into the space, I think she half expected it to be a love dungeon or something. Her face was priceless, and she physically relaxed when she saw it was just a bedroom.

  “Take off your dress.”

  She hesitated again.

  I lowered my voice to a deep and commanding tone. “Now.”

  She pulled it off gingerly and let it drop to the ground. Her hands went to her stomach, but then she forced them down to her sides. It was clear she was feeling self-conscious. I got it—the world was a shit place unless you were perfect in the eyes of whoever-the-fuck—but she was fucking gorgeous.

  Her eyes were blazing with heat and lust, but I could see the hesitation in her movements. She wasn’t used to being ordered around or watched. I wondered if she’d only done it in the dark, under the sheets.

  The material pooled around her ankles. Fuck. I was going to have to keep baseball playing in the back of my head, or this was all going to be over way too fast.

  “Sit on the bed.”

  Blaze’s steps started off carefully, then I caught the extra sway she put in her hips as she sauntered to the bed. I was completely hypnotized by her perfectly round ass. Her breasts hung heavy; her nipples hard. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to unleash the woman with desire practically spilling off her. She was a Perfect Game in the making.

  She pulled herself onto the king-sized bed, then very slowly spread her legs and put her hands just behind her ass, sticking out her chest.

  Maybe she didn’t have sex in the dark. Or maybe I
just brought out her dirty side. I liked to think I was having an effect on her.

  I moved toward her and knelt in front of her, between her legs, placing my hands on her inner thighs, and pushed her wider. Kissing her along her creamy thighs, she moaned my name as her fingers threaded through my hair.

  This woman was going to drive me crazy. I grabbed her hips and hauled her to the edge of the bed and pushed her thighs up and out. She let out a squeak of surprise.

  “Jason!”

  I locked in on her wide brown eyes.

  “Tell me what you want.”

  Her head rolled back until she was looking at the ceiling. She wasn’t telling me she couldn’t or didn’t want to. What was going through that mind of hers?

  “I want you.”

  “You want me to…?”

  “Calaveras, you’re not playing unfair.”

  I bit into the soft flesh of her inner thigh, eliciting a groan from her.

  “Do you want me to eat out your cunt or fuck you with my cock? Do you want me to fuck your tits? Tell me what you want.” I could tell no one had ever asked her what she wanted, and she wasn’t comfortable asking for it.

  Yet.

  “Come on, I can tell you’re not this shy woman, afraid to ask for what she wants. You’re not going to get it until you tell me.”

  “What about what you want?”

  “I got what I wanted. You naked on my bed, needy and dripping for me. Everything after this is just the fucking cherry on top.”

  Her eyes connected with mine again.

  “I want you to eat me out, then fuck me.”

  I smirked. “Fuck that’s hot.”

  She smiled and shook her head. “That was bad.” She was still panting.

  “Hardly. And your thighs are quivering, so I must be doing something right.”

  “You could take off some clothes.”

  “All in good time.” I kissed down her inner thigh and listened as her breath hitched. She let out a small whine when I went to her other thigh instead of sliding my tongue right into home. I licked, bit, nipped, sucked, and kissed along her soft skin, enjoying the way she reacted to me, enjoying her taste and the warmth of her body.