Crush: Southern Spark

Miller

Abreathy little moan escaped her lips as I slid down her body and toward the apex of her thighs, nuzzling my nose against her skin. She shifted in her sleep, kicking the covers off her waist and giving me an unobstructed view of her naked body. Red love bites dotted her neck and across her chest, so I paused to run my tongue over the raised skin, preening as I watched goose bumps appear in the wake of my mouth.

She moaned again, reaching for something, and I willingly pressed my head against her hand, giving her the opportunity to run her fingers along my face.

It felt good—better than good—but I kept myself from purring like a damn panther and double-downed to reach my goal. My cock strained, as desperate as I was to reach its destination, but I pushed my immediate need to the background and trailed my tongue over her stomach. Her skin was salty and delicious, carrying the scents from last night and peaches—always peaches.

From the first time I felt her lips on mine, I was addicted—licking and teasing any part of her body I could touch. The longer we continued our late-night trysts, the more I wanted to take—but she wasn’t mine to keep. She was my friend. My confidant. The one I returned to when life got serious.

Her nails ran through my hair as I left open-mouth kisses on her inner thighs, inching closer to my goal. Another whimper escaped her lips as I gently pushed her legs wider and breathed her in before letting myself taste. My fingers dug into her hips, and my eyes glazed over as I took her in. I wanted to slide my tongue around her nipples, pulling them into my mouth until she screamed—but first, I needed this.

I slid my hands underneath her pert little ass and lifted one leg over my shoulder, desperate to lick her sweet pussy before I went mad with desire. When I felt her tug on my hair, my eyebrows shot up, and I met her open eyes, smirking.

“Good morning, beautiful. Thought I’d get an early start to breakfast.”

“Don’t let me stop you.” She giggled, rolling her hips to get closer to my mouth.

“Never.” I blew against her pussy, and she arched her back, hands touching her breasts to squeeze and tug on the sensitive flesh.

Fuck.I could come just watching her pleasure herself, but I wasn’t selfish like that. The moans and whimpers I could pull from her lips were too sweet to be made by her alone—not when she had my tongue, fingers, and cock at her disposal.

I dove in, licking from her center to her clit and moaning as I tasted her. The remnants of us from last night, mixed with her arousal and peaches, had me pressing my dick harder into the mattress to relieve the ache.

She gripped my hair, rolling her hips against my face—as if I’d stop before she came—and whimpered. “Just like that, Miller. You know what I need.”

“Yeah. I do,” I said from between her legs, barely taking my tongue away from her clit to answer.

I flicked and sucked on the sensitive bundle of nerves while trailing my fingers up her inner thigh and dipping one inside her. She gripped my finger so sweetly I had to add another, groaning as she tightened around me. Her legs opened wider as I licked her, one hand fisting the sheet tightly to hold myself from diving between her knees to sheath myself in her warmth.

She gasped as I sucked her clit between my teeth, leaning on her elbows to lock eyes with me. I pinned her lower body down with my forearm, not breaking her hypnotic hold as we stared at each other. As I drove her closer to orgasm, she tilted her head back and closed her eyes, but I wasn’t having that.

Her orgasm was incredible to watch—I needed her eyes to stay on mine. I lightly popped her inner thigh with my palm, and she moaned, lifting higher on her elbows before drawing her lower lip between her teeth.

“Eyes on me, Emma,” I said, lifting my tongue from her core. She nodded and ran one hand through my hair. Confident those jade eyes would stay where they belonged, I doubled down on my goal. Two fingers continued to thrust in and out of her as I flicked my tongue over her clit. She tugged on my hair again before moving the hand to her breast to pinch her nipple. I stared transfixed, willing myself not to come as she used my body for pleasure.

When her mouth opened and no sound came out, I knew she was close, and when her pussy contracted around my fingers, I added a third, pushing her over the edge. Her hips stilled, and her back arched as I sucked on her clit, flicking my tongue like a hummingbird over the taunt bud. She took a breath, and then the most delicious, obscene sounds passed through her lips, making my cock ache, desperate for the same release I’d given her.

The most well-rehearsed symphony could never sound as beautiful as her coming apart on my tongue. I curled my fingers, slowly hitting that perfect spot over and over—completely unhurried as I worked her over the edge and through her release.

One hand loosened its death grip on my hair so she could run her fingers through the strands. I brought her down slowly, determined to wring every drop of pleasure from her body while murmuring praises of perfect and good girl. Her body went limp under me, and I reached for her, twining our fingers together. The flat of my tongue continued to give her long, punishing licks until she arched her hips again, hissing.

“Oh. Oh. Stop. I can’t.”

“You sure about that? I want one more from you, baby. Your pussy was made for me to lick.”

She looked at me with half-lidded eyes, then reached out and traced her fingers across my shoulders. I caught her hand and kissed her open palm, smiling.

I nipped and licked my way up her body, paying particular attention to her belly button and nipples. When I reached her lips, she tugged me closer, moaning into my mouth as our tongues fought for control. There was nothing better than waking up between her legs, and I broke away from her mouth to grin again, loving the light sheen of sweat that covered her lithe body.

I leaned down and brushed my lips against hers. The simple kiss was too short to satisfy me but long enough for her to smile into my mouth, wrapping her arms around my neck and moaning little sounds of contentment. I used the kiss to trail my fingers along her sides and then tangle them in her locks—every fucking second of that kiss.

“That was amazing,” she said, throwing one leg over mine as I collapsed beside her. I grinned, propping my head on my elbow and running my hand along her stomach and toward her breasts. She arched her chest into my touch and giggled, turning her head to the side and then covering her mouth with her hand and gasping.

“Frickity-fuck. Is that the time, Miller?”

“Hmm?” I said, pulling her closer so I could thrust against her thigh. My cock was painfully hard and begging me to flip her over so I could have my dirty, filthy way with her. But she kicked me off, shooting off the bed and frantically trying to smooth her honey-blonde hair. “I can’t believe you let me sleep in. I have to be at school in an hour.”

“Oh. Calm down, baby. You don’t need an hour to get ready.”

“That’s not the point. You know traffic in Charleston is horrible if I leave past seven. Plus, mister ‘I wear polo shirts and jeans to the office every day,’ I can’t arrive with messy hair and smudged eyeliner. I don’t even want to even think about what the blasted headmaster would do if that happened,” she said, leaning across the bed and slapping me on the ass.

I hissed, clenching my jaw and grabbing her around the waist. She wiggled and squirmed, trying to free herself from my arms, but I was relentless. Her breasts bounced, and I opened my mouth, biting her shoulder as she wrestled against my grip.

“Ugh. You big buffoon. Let me go. I have to find my shoes. Not all of us have the luxury of being so damn carefree.”

I never gave her a chance to get up, wrapping my other arm around her waist and pulling her flush against me. She huffed, rolled her eyes, and came willingly, hooking her legs under mine and flipping us so I was on my back with her straddling me.

“Why can you never take anything seriously? It’s maddening, and more importantly, why do I always give in to you?”

“Because you love me?” I asked, lacing my fingers behind my head and smirking. My cock pressed perfectly against her, and she moved her pussy along my shaft as my hands dragged down her body to dig into her hips. I groaned, thrusting against the apex of her thighs and watching as she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Nope. That’s not it.”

“Because I’m the best you’ve ever had?” I prompted, waggling my eyebrows as the head of my cock grazed her clit and she hissed, closing her eyes and tossing her head back.

She used one hand to pinch her nipples and the other to point to the bedside table. Able to read her unspoken request, I handed her a condom, not removing my eyes from her as she let go of her breast and ripped it open before sliding it over my cock. Just feeling her hands on me was enough to have my hips thrusting toward her, and when she braced one hand on my chest and lifted, placing the head of my cock at her entrance, my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

She grasped me, squeezing the thick base before impaling herself in one demanding stroke. We groaned, and I bit my lip, watching her hands move back to pluck her nipples as she began to rock. I helped her move, guiding her up and down as we chased our pleasure.

“I am, right? Tell me I am.”

She rolled her eyes and then her hips, moving faster as she twisted her nipples between her fingers, and sweet fucking gawd, the sounds she made as she tipped her head back, closed her eyes, and rode me. I could die like this—with my hands clenching her hips—beautiful, glorious hips.

“Tell me I’m right, Emma.”

She was so tight, her heat enveloping me, pulling me deeper and altering the neurons in my brain until each one revolved around her. Deft hands moved to my chest, grinding those sweet hips with a renewed intensity as we chased our releases together.

“Oh—oh. Miller.”

Sounds and unintelligible words tumbled from her lips as I leaned up to catch them, pressing my mouth to hers while my hand gripped the hair at the base of her neck.

“Are you going to come on my cock, baby?”

I wrapped my arms around her waist and pushed myself against the headboard, changing the angle to fuck her deeper. She placed a hand on either cheek and pressed our foreheads together, smashing her tits against my chest. This new angle, buried inside her sweet pussy, filled me with delirious pleasure, and when my name fell from her throat, it sounded sweeter than the finest wine.

“Yes. Miller. Please. So close. Almost there,” she whimpered, tongue darting to lick her lips. I removed a hand from her waist and snaked it between our bodies, rubbing tight circles against her clit. I was drunk on her, gripping her hip with one hand so hard it was bound to leave marks. The mental image of more of my marks imprinting her body like she’d imprinted herself on me was enough to push my orgasm over the edge.

“Emma.” I came with her name on my lips—a prayer, a curse, a release—and when she cried my name in return, it was like she answered—an absolution.

We collapsed onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and hair. I brushed those caramel curls from her face and kissed one corner of her mouth, then the other, before pulling her back into my arms. Her lithe body curved around mine as she turned to lay her head on my chest. Her hair was strewn across the pillow, and one leg was thrown over mine.

“See? I told you there was plenty of time.”

She huffed, lightly slapping my chest before stretching her arms over her head and groaning.

“Now I’ll barely have a chance to shower.”

“So? Shower here,” I said, rolling to my side as she got up and made her way around the room, looking for her clothes. I watched her with lust-filled eyes as she slipped on her panties and tank top, forgoing a bra. Her nipples pebbled, and my mouth watered, feeling my cock stir as I watched. Emma’s body had that effect on me—no matter how many times I had her, one glance at her naked form and I craved her all over again.

“Quit looking at me like that. I am not showering here. I stopped using all-in-one body wash in elementary school.” She pointed at me then smiled, pulling on her jeans and grabbing a shoe from the corner of the room.

“Ouch. You wound me,” I joked, putting my hand on my heart and falling back dramatically. “There is nothing wrong with an all-in-one. It’s efficient and saves money, giving me more time to spend in bed with beautiful women.”

“Ouch. Now you wound me, big guy. Should I ask how long it’s been since these sheets were changed?”

My mouth opened, and I gaped at her, struggling to backtrack on the last thirty seconds. There was no one else but her these days—I respected her too much to ruin things with some quick lay I picked at a random bar. Even if we were only casual, we’d known one another since high school, and I would never willingly throw away years of friendship.

“Come on, babe. You know you’re the only one who gets between my sheets these days.”

“Hmm,” she said, crossing her arms and peering around my bedroom with her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Go on. Don’t be shy. Look around. Open drawers. You won’t find anything from the opposite sex except that hideous ripped sweatshirt you refuse to throw away.”

“Hey. That shirt is comfortable.”

I laughed, shaking my head and standing from the bed. I padded over to my dresser and opened the bottom drawer, tossing a blue Henley and green sweatshirt to her. She caught them, holding them to her chest as I crawled back into bed.

“There. Those better be the only guy stuff at your place as well.”

“Of course, they are. Glad we’re on the same page.” A broad smile spread across her features as she clutched my clothes.

There was something so sexy about a girl wearing your clothes—having Emma wear my clothes. The shirts hung to her knees, but when she stretched her arms above her head, the shirt rose, giving me a teasing little peek of her upper thigh. I rubbed my chest, not wanting to even think about her wearing some other guy’s shirts.

“So, what are you doing this weekend?” I asked, patting the bed in the hope that she’d give up the foolish notion of work and crawl back beside me.

“I’m going out with the girls tonight and probably to the beach on Saturday if the weather holds. What about you?”

“Now? I’m going to try to convince you to stay longer. Then I have a couple of jobs to check on, and after that, I’m having dinner with Mom and Maverick.”

“You are incorrigible, and you know I can’t stay.”

“Aww. You know you want to, babe. Why can’t you just call in?” I frowned, sticking my bottom lip out in what I hoped was a pouty enough face for her to see reason.

“Come on, seriously?” She rolled her eyes and cocked her hip to the side before grabbing her other tennis shoe from the opposite side of the room. “Just because you use your dick as a compass doesn’t mean we all have that luxury. You know my father probably called in a favor with the headmaster to get me the job at Cresswell Academy. The last thing I need is to give the stuffy Board of Regents reason not to consider me for a full-time position next year.”

“Yeah. Yeah. I know,” I scoffed, scratching my short beard. “Don’t get me started on your dad. Ungrateful man not appreciating his own—”

She silenced me with a look, smoothing her T-shirt and pursing her lips. I backtracked quickly before we started arguing about something we’d exhausted more times than I could count.

“Can you at least admit you’d rather stay in bed with me?”

She smiled, propping one knee on the bed and leaning forward to kiss my cheek. “I admit nothing. See you later, Miller.”

I laughed, hooking my fingers in the waistband of her jeans and tugging her closer for one last kiss. She smiled into my mouth and let her tongue dart to caress my upper lip.

Fuck. This girl.

She winked before standing, then pulled her tank top over the smooth skin of her stomach and wiggled her fingers before opening my bedroom door and sauntering into the hallway, her gorgeous hips swaying as she moved.

“Bye, Emma.”

“Oh, and sweetheart?” she mocked, turning to lean back through the doorway.

“Yes, dearest?”

She rolled her eyes and laughed. “Do try not to get a hard-on while I’m gone, please. I can’t be running back today to rescue you from your own cock.”