Page 35 of Sparks Fly
“Ah, and did they get you drunk in retaliation for rescheduling their plans?”
“No, they—”
Max cut himself off as he thought about it and then he groaned.
“They probably did do that, yes,” he said, rubbing a hand down his face. “Diabolical.”
Stella’s soft laugh came through again. Max thought about recording it so he could play it on a loop. He then thought that was probably a really weird thing to think. He was never drinking again.
“It sounds like you should probably go sleep this off,” Stella said. “You’re home now, right?”
“Yes, I am safely on my couch,” he said. “Remember when we were both here on my couch?”
Stella hesitated before saying, “Yes.”
“You know, as soon as you left I got into the shower and came almost immediately,” he said.
“I didn’t know that…”
“Yup,” he said. “Just stripped down, grabbed my dick, and that was all it took.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, don’t worry, I cleaned my shower right after.”
“I…was not worried about that, but good to know,” Stella said. There was another brief pause. “You know, I would’ve done that for you. I vaguely remember offering as much.”
“Done what?”
Max’s brain was quickly losing its grip on this conversation.
Another pause. “Grabbed your dick.”
The dick in question perked up at that, and suddenly Max was completely focused.
“Just grabbed it or done something with it?” Max asked.
He could hear Stella inhale sharply, and he wondered if he’d made a misstep, but then she spoke.
“I would’ve liked to take it in my mouth,” she said, almost in a whisper. “I would’ve licked you first, just to get a taste, and then taken you into my mouth, seeing how deep it could go.”
Max didn’t even remember unbuttoning his pants, but his dick was now hard in his hand as he listened to Stella.
“And then?” he prompted her.
“And then I would…” She seemed to falter for a moment. “And then I would use my mouth and my hand, moving up and down until you came.”
“I would hold your hair back for you,” he added. “And watch as I let you work, getting me all the way there.”
“And you’d fill up my mouth with your come,” she said in a tone that was almost wistful. “And I’d swallow, taking it all.”
“Fuck, Stella,” he said, stroking his dick.
“Does that sound good?” she asked.
“Better than good,” he said. “I’m about to come right now just thinking about it.”
“Me, too,” she said.
