Page 48 of Sparks Fly
“Mm, our shower,” Stella said, her eyes closing again. “That was a good shower.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes.” Stella sounded almost wistful. “The tub was so big, and the pressure from the nozzle was just right. You were also there, which was nice, but wow, I’ve never seen a better shower before.”
“You think you got jokes, do you?”
Max moved over Stella as she laughed, pinning her with his thighs while she squirmed from where his hands tickled up along her sides.
“Stop! Oh my God, I’m so ticklish,” Stella said between laughs. “I can’t breathe.”
Max stopped, interlocking her hands with his and pressing them down into the mattress. The humor in Stella’s eyes transitioned as the mood between them became less playful and more lustful. Stella’s leg shifted under Max, her shin coming up along his crotch.
“You’re hard.”
It wasn’t a question, and Stella moved her leg up and down, gently rubbing against him until she elicited a groan. Stella smiled, let go of his hands, and began sliding down the mattress beneath him. At first, Max wasn’t sure what she was doing, until her face was between his legs.
“Stella,” Max warned, but she ignored him.
She reached for the hem of his shorts, tugging them down just enough to pull out his dick. Max had to use all his focus to remain upright so he didn’t fall pelvis first into her face, but when she swiped a thumb across his tip, he almost lost it.
That, however, was nothing compared to when she stuck out her tongue and licked him. Max had to shut his eyes and dig his hands into the mattress.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
“Good?” Stella asked. He could hear the pride in her voice, and he knew she knew the answer to that question so he didn’t dignify it with a response.
Instead, he steeled himself and said, “More.”
Stella, he was beginning to realize, enjoyed instruction. Max grunted as she took him into her mouth. She didn’t go far and he didn’t push, but the feel of her wet mouth around his dick was enough to drive him crazy. Stella began to moveher head, pulling him in a bit deeper as she found a steady rhythm. Max’s hips wanted to thrust into her, but he stayed himself, letting her take the lead.
Stella pulled off him, her mouth making a soft popping sound as she did.
“I don’t think I can go any deeper than that,” she said.
Max was readying to tell her that was okay, but then her mouth was on him again. This time she was moving down his shaft until his balls were in her mouth. He hissed as she sucked, her hand moving up and down on his dick, the slickness from her mouth giving her good friction.
“Stella, baby, I’m going to come,” he said.
Rather than say anything, Stella shifted again, taking his dick back into her mouth, moving more quickly, and this time Max couldn’t hold himself.
“Stella, I want to fuck your mouth, okay?”
She pulled off him just long enough to say, “Okay,” and Max let out a grunt of relief.
Stella stayed herself as Max began to move in and out of her mouth, careful not to go too far but just enough until finally—
“Fuck, Stella, fuck.”
He filled her mouth with his orgasm, and Stella swallowed, taking all of it, until he stilled.
Max fell over and Stella moved up beside him, wiping her mouth.
“Well,” she said, turning to him. “Good morning indeed.”
Twenty-Four
By the time they finally got out of bed and showered again, Stella had four missed calls from Chelsea and fifty texts in their group chat with Effie and Kira.
