Page 96 of More Than a Spark

“I shouldn’t be doing this here, but…” He shucked my shorts down my legs and my dick bobbed at his face. Peeking up at me, he flicked his tongue over the head, then sucked the tip into his mouth.

My stomach clenched as wet heat pulsed my cock. He was taking over again, and I didn’t care if we were in his kitchen. My gaze flicked to the front window. At least I could see headlights if one of the guys did come home. This made it all the better.

He fisted my dick, then plunged his mouth over me and moaned, rubbing himself through his shorts.

Heat surged over my skin, and I thrust into his pumping mouth. As my climax teased me, my balls drew up. Did he want to make me come right now? “Milo, uh…” I squeezed his shoulders.

He left my dick with a wet pop, swiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stood up. “Bend over the counter for me. I’ll be right back.” A wicked gleam showed in his eyes.

Holy fuck, he was serious. “But what if?—”

“Nope, do what I said, my dirty boy.” He rushed off down the hallway.

I looked around at the open windows. It was dusk outside. I shut the kitchen light off, leaving only the lamp on in the main room, then kicked off my shorts and threw my shirt over my head and off. Silas would have a field day with this if he came home right now. I snorted softly, holding the back of my hand to my mouth. Bending over the kitchen island, I stuck my ass out and spread my legs.

Milo ran out from the hallway in only a pair of lacy, string bikini underwear in a deep blue and lube in his hand.

“Oh, Jesus.” My dick twitched at the counter and precum dribbled down my shaft. My wicked little Milo. How would I handle him being gone? My heart pricked. Do not think about that right now. Fuck.

He stepped up behind me and brushed his hand over my ass cheek. “God, look at you. You’re stunning, Ryder.”

I peeked behind me. “So are you. You know those damn panties are killing me, right?” I hung my head between my arms. “You’re going to fuck me with them on.”

“I am.” He lubed up his fingers and grabbed my cock in one hand while circling my hole with the other.

My body shuddered as sensation shot up my spine and my thighs quivered. A groan ripped free from my throat. I’d never wanted anything more than to let him have his way with me.

While slowly stroking my cock, Milo lowered the band of his underwear, then rubbed his dick between my ass cheeks, moaning with the rock of his hips. “I could come like this and not even go inside you.” Leaning over me, he bit at my back, then soothed the bites with licks.

I squirmed, bending one knee, then the other. “No, Milo, you have to fuck me.” I needed the connection, especially now.

Moving his dick, he snuck a finger inside me and stroked my insides.

I relaxed into the burn and as he hit my prostate, I whimpered. “Yeah, that’s it, more.”

“My dirty boy wants more?” He slapped my ass. “Tell me again.”

The sting morphed into pleasure, and I swooned, panting over the counter. “More, give me more.” What the hell was he doing to me? Whatever it was, I needed it.

He pushed a second finger inside me and stretched my hole, leaving my aching dick to bob free under the counter. “More, Milo. Please.” I groaned.

He slide his finger out, slathered lube on his cock, then nudged the tip inside me. “You want it hard and fast again?” He brushed his slick fingers up and down my back, then cupped my balls and pulled on them.

Sensation surged inside me, and my knees buckled, but I grabbed the other side of the counter. “God yes.”

He slowly worked his dick into me, the satisfying pressure filling me all the way up. I rocked back onto his dick, finding strength in my legs again.

“Babe, you okay?” he asked gently against my back, then he pressed soft kisses between my shoulders.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I’m ready.” I knew what to expect now and I craved it. Holding on tight, I braced myself.

He pulled out, then pushed inside me with quick shallow thrusts, his fingers digging into my hips. “Fuck, oh, fuck, you feel good.” He panted behind me and quickened his pace, his balls slapping against the backs of my thighs.

Over and over, his cock pounded my prostate and tension built inside me. As tingling played up my spine, goosebumps broke out over my ass and back. “Fuck, going to come.”

He fisted my dick, pumping it, and fucked me harder, moaning over my back. “Come for me, my dirty boy.”

As sparks lit up behind my eyes, I fell over the edge, my whole body shuddering with pleasure. As each wave hit me, my dick spurted cum under the counter, and I gasped.

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