Page 68 of Sparks Fly
Stella sighed as she began to extract herself from him. Max grabbed hold of her, pulling her back into him. Last night, after they showered, she’d thrown on a Jonas Brothers concert T-shirt of all things—and nothing else. Now, as he shifted them both so she was on top of him, she inhaled sharply as his morning wood rested comfortably between her legs.
He’d put his boxers back on last night, but that was the only thing keeping his dick from where it really wanted to be.
“I can’t believe you just get like this every morning,” Stella said.
Her voice was low, presumably to ensure Chelsea wouldn’t hear them, although surely she must know they were here because his coat and shoes were still out there. Regardless, he followed suit, lowering his voice to a whisper.
“It’s noteverymorning,” he said. “It just happens to be every morning I’m with you. I wonder why that is.”
“Hm, I couldn’t begin to guess.”
She leaned down and rubbed her nose against his playfully before kissing him. It started out innocent enough, but then Stella deepened the kiss, moving against him as she did so. Her pussy rubbed against his dick, and he moaned in her mouth, gripping her hips to keep her still.
“Stella, you’re going to make me combust in these.”
“Would that be a bad thing?”
“I have no other underwear here.”
Stella smiled wickedly. “Go commando.”
And then she was moving again and Max no longer had it in him to try to stop her, not when she felt this good grinding against him.
He slipped his hands up under her shirt as she began to move faster against him. Max cupped her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples, and Stella gasped at the touch.
“Shhh,” he said gently. “Now’s not the time to be loud, baby.”
Stella could only nod and bite her lip as she kept moving. Max let go of her breasts, moving his hands back to her hips and holding her as she moved against him. He was happy to let her take the reins and use his dick to come, but the friction was working for him, too, and he found himself moving with her.
Max pressed himself against her wetness, which he could now feel through his boxers. That feeling was enough to push him over the edge and he closed his eyes, gritting his teeth to hold in the sound as Stella kept moving until she, too, foundher release against him. When she fell down beside him, breathing hard, they were both a mess, and even if Chelsea hadn’t heard anything, it’d be obvious as soon as they walked out what they’d been doing.
If Stella was worried about it, she didn’t show it as she looked over at him with a content smile.
“So,” she said. “I guess I should probably introduce you to my roommate.”
Thirty-Four
Max and Stella cleaned themselves up as best as they could before making their way out to the kitchen/living room area.
Max was wearing his clothes from the day before, minus his boxers, which Stella said she would wash for him. He felt a bit ridiculous in his slacks and button-down shirt standing next to Stella, who was wearing the same T-shirt she had on before, now paired with basketball shorts.
When they walked into the kitchen, they found Stella’s roommate wrestling with a blender and various different fruits scattered on the counter. She kind of looked like Stella. They had the same dark brown skin and appeared to be about the same size, but where Stella’s face was more round, Chelsea’s had more sharp edges, and in place of braids, her dark brown hair was straightened and pulled up in a ponytail.
“Finally,” Chelsea said, not even looking up. “Can you help me with this, please? I don’t know why it won’t close.”
“Uh, sure,” Stella said. “But first, Chelsea this is Max. Max this is Chelsea.”
Chelsea finally looked up then and glanced from Max to Stella and back to Max again.
“Has he been here the whole time?” Chelsea asked.
“No, I snuck him through the door and right past you two seconds ago,” Stella deadpanned. “Yes, of course he’s been here the whole time. I texted you about it last night. The better question is where have you been? Did you just get home?”
Chelsea scoffed. “Do not act concerned now, when you clearly just noticed.”
“I’m not concerned,” Stella said, arms crossed. “I was just curious where you spent the night, since as far as I know, Red as Sin doesn’t double as a hotel.”
“You were at Red as Sin?” Max asked.
