Fight the Spark: Sons of Sinners Part 1 (A Rock Star Romance)

by Grace James

  I trailed my fingernails over his scalp, running them down towards the back of his neck. “Keep kissing me,” I urged.

  His eyes closed for a brief moment but he didn’t lean in again. Gradually, he released his hold on my hair and brought his hand round to cup my cheek gently. His voice was a low rumble when he said “You need to be clear about what you want, Princess.”

  Really?! I think it’s pretty clear what I want!

  I bit my lip, fighting my nerves as I held his gaze; I lowered my right hand to his crotch and cupped the considerable hardness I found there. I stoked him lightly, applying just a small amount of pressure. I felt him jerk and swell under my palm, getting even harder under my gentle touch, my breath caught as I whispered “This is what I want. This – you – inside me.”

  His lips crashed into mine again and he was lifting me, his hands under my ass, urging me to wrap my legs around his hips as he slammed me into the wall of the cabin. I felt his now rock hard cock grind against my wet center, stroking me fiercely through the fabric of our clothes. I gasped into his mouth, overwhelmed by his need, his sheer animal masculinity.

  I clung to him, gripping the back of his neck and simultaneously tightening my legs around his waist, pulling him harder against me.

  He shifted his hold on me so that he had one hand cupped under my ass and the other hand free. He moved it franticly up my side to the bottom of my tank top and roughly pushed it up, exposing my breasts; then he was clutching them, squeezing them, tugging on my nipples. All the while he kissed me like a man possessed and ground his cock against my clit relentlessly. I was so drenched that I was sure I was probably coating his cock with my juices even through two layers of sweats.

  I was so turned on to begin with, and then to have him kissing me like that, and playing with my boobs like THAT and rubbing me with his shaft like THAT…well, within seconds I was close to orgasm, mewling and whimpering against his lips.

  He let out a low growl and spread his huge hand across both of my breasts, dragging the callused tips of his fingers and thumb over my hard nipples. That, combined with the sound of his desire and the feel of his hard shaft rubbing over my clit, sent me over the edge. I let out a high pitched moan and clutched him to me tighter as waves of pleasure took me over, burned through me and left me trembling.

  I was still completely clothed and he’d just made me come.

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  Sweet mother of God, if he could do that without even getting me undressed, what the hell would he do to me when I was naked?

  He kissed me slow and sweet as I came down from my high. He held me against him, firm but tender as he stroked the hair away from my face with his free hand. “You okay?” he murmured against my lips.

  I didn’t open my eyes; I just reveled in the sensation of his soft, full lips on mine and the flutter of his breath against my skin. “I’m good,” I whispered.

  “Only good?” I heard the smile in his voice. “Fuck that.” He tightened his hold on me and my eyes opened in surprise as he pushed us away from the wall and carried me into the cabin, kicking the door closed behind us. He strode to the bed, knelt on it and lowered me down gently onto my back. He planted one hand on either side of my shoulders and hovered over me, gazing at me almost reverently, like he was memorizing every detail of my face.

  Now that I didn’t have to hang on to him, I ran my hands over his shoulders and back, finally able to explore his body. I trailed my hands over the tattoos on his powerful chest and arms, pausing to admire the intricacy of the baby grand piano etched over his heart. I knew without having to ask that it was a tribute to his mother, a fact that pulled at my heart as I traced my thumb over the shaded keys. Then I moved my hands downwards, luxuriating in the feel of his rippling abs, until I reached his defined hip bones which gave way to a perfect ‘V’ of solid muscle leading downwards.

  I bit my lip as my fingers brushed over the thatch of dark hair that lead down to the waistband of his sweats. I felt his muscles tense and paused in my explorations, looking back into his feverish eyes – when our eyes locked, it was like the bursting of a dam, the breaking of a spell. Our lips mashed together in a frenzied, messy kiss. Our hands were roaming everywhere, fast and desperate, unable to get enough.

  He grabbed the low neckline of my tank top in both hand and pulled hard. It ripped down the center, releasing my breasts into his eager hands. He squeezed them, almost to the brink of pain before lowering his head and sucking greedily at my nipples, pulling them into his mouth and flicking the hard nubs with his tongue, one after another, back and forth, back and forth, over and over and over. I dug my hands into his hair, moaning and arching my back, offering myself up to him.

  “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he growled as he pulled back, lowered his hands to my hips and whipping off my shorts in one fluid motion. Then he pushed my knees up and spread his hands over the underside of each of my thighs, opening them wide.

  He basically spread me like he owned me, like I was there purely for his pleasure.

  I was dimly aware that I should probably feel vulnerable, being so totally under his control…

  But I didn’t.

  I liked it.

  Actually, I loved it.

  I laid there panting and completely exposed, as his eyes devoured every inch of me.

  His jaw was clenched and he was frowning like he was in exquisite pain. I felt my sex dripping with need under his heavy gaze. “Blake,” I moaned. “Don’t make me wait any more.”

  “No more waiting, Princess.” Still holding tight to my thighs, he dipped his head and speared me with his tongue, sliding it through my wetness, pushing inside me hard and fast.

  I shrieked and bucked my hips against him, seconds away from another orgasm.

  But then he withdrew his incredible tongue and I whimpered in disappointment. “I need to watch you,” his voice was raspy as he moved upwards, leaning his upper body forwards and hovered over me, bracing himself with one hand next to my shoulder and dipping his head to kiss me. I could taste myself on him; I had never done that before, had never wanted to do that – but, with him, I wanted everything he had to give me. I felt his fingers trail over my drenched lower lips, stoking me softly for a second or two before he dipped a thick finger inside me and stroked the center of my arousal, once, twice, before withdrawing it and gliding up to my clit and rubbing it steadily. He must have done that for about thirty seconds, alternating between dipping his finger inside me and then caressing my clit; kissing me all the while.

  When I broke the kiss and started moaning and clutching at his shoulders, he readjusted, taking over the massage of my clit with his thumb. I felt him pushing inside me again, but this time he was stretching me wider and I realized that he was using two fingers instead of one.

  “Oh Blake, oh God,” I whimpered as a delicious ache started to build inside me, his fingers curled in a kind of ‘come-hither’ motion, right on my sensitive upper wall as he rocked his hand back and forth. My inner muscles contracted around his fingers so hard I almost lost my goddamn mind.

  I bucked and moaned and dug my fingernails into his shoulders as I came, the powerful sensations completely overtaking my body, obliterating all rational thought.

  All I knew was Blake.

  “Wow,” I breathed as my orgasm subsided, leaving me a tingling mess.

  He kissed me softly. “Better than good?”

  “Mmhmm,” I sighed as my eyes flickered open.

  He definitely looked smug now. “Good, ‘cause I could watch you do that all night.”

  “There’s only one problem,” I said teasingly.

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah.” I slid a hand down his ripped stomach until the tip of my index finger caught in the waistband of his sweats. “You said no more waiting, and you’re still making me wait.” I pouted and looked up at him through my eyelashes.

  His gaze darkened and he groaned.

  I slid my hand under his waistband, expecting to find boxe
r shorts. Instead, my fingers encountered lush curls of hair and a hard shaft bumping against my forearm. But before I could even start to explore, he pulled away and pushed himself off the bed.

  “Blake? What –”

  He bent down and pulled a string of about twelve condoms from his duffel bag.

  “Did you bring enough?” I joked as he tore one off and put it on the night stand.

  “Probably not.” I saw his smirk in the moonlight before he finally removed his sweats.

  Oh. Sweet. JESUS.

  His cock was a work of art. Like, an actual real life masterpiece. I’d figured, from my brief encounters up to that point, that he was big – but I hadn’t realized just how big. It wasn’t just long, it was thick too. So thick. And blunt. It jutted proudly upwards in a slight curve and he was so turned on that the veins were standing out angrily, the tip shiny and slick with pre-cum.

  I have to admit that I felt a trickle of apprehension at his size, wondering if I could take it, but mainly I just felt an animalistic need to have him inside me.

  He was watching me curiously, maybe waiting to see how I would react, whether I would be intimidated.

  Maybe I should have been – but I trusted him. Completely and totally.

  I licked my lips and picked up the condom, tearing the wrapper and kneeling on the bed in front of him. “Come here,” I said, reaching for him.

  He complied, stepping forwards into my waiting hand. He teased his fingers through my hair as I ran the palm of my hand down the underside of his shaft, slicking him down with his own juices as I went. At my touch, his cock jerked before settling back onto my palm. I watched mesmerized as it swelled even more, then curled my fingers loosely around him; the tips of my fingers and thumb didn’t even meet on the other side. He swelled and jerked again as I stroked my hand upwards to the rounded head, and a tear drop of pre-cum welled up from the slit. I swirled the pad of my thumb over the crown and caught it, using it to slick him down.

  “Baby, if I don’t get inside you soon I’m gonna die.” His voice was strained with need.

  My lower stomach clenched at the new endearment as I positioned the condom over him and rolled it down his massive shaft. The second I got him covered, he grabbed my shoulders and threw me backwards on to the bed. I giggled as I bounced on my ass, looking up into his hungry face.

  “Done waiting,” he growled as he crawled up over me. He nudged my thighs apart and positioning himself at my opening, fisting his cock in his hand and rubbing the tip of it up and down my slick folds. I felt the burning heat of him, even through the condom; then he slowly eased into me, just a few inches. His thick head spread me so wide I gasped with the delicious sensation of being stretched and stroked so thoroughly. He didn’t go any deeper right away, just rocked back and forth with just his head and an extra inch or two inside of me. The ridge of his cock was in the perfect position, it stroked against my g-spot as he worked himself in and out.

  I moaned and held him tight, squeezing his perfect ass, coaxing him to go deeper.

  But he wouldn’t be rushed. He would push inside of me a little bit deeper, then he would rock back and forth, staying at roughly the same depth for maybe ten seconds, before pushing deeper. Again and again he would push a little deeper, then rock back and forth, slicking himself down with my plentiful juices before he eventually bottomed out inside of me with a rumbling groan.

  God, the feel of him so deep inside me made me almost delirious.

  I clutched at him, bowing my back, as he started to thrust into me faster and harder, filling me to the brim, stretching me to my limit as he pounded into me. With every stroke I cried out, lost in the sensation of him filling me so completely, touching me so deeply, stretching me so deliciously.

  My swollen and sensitive walls started to flutter around him.

  “Blake! Oh God…I’m going to…”

  He curled his hands around my shoulders, stopping me from moving up the bed as he thrust into me. “Fuck – baby, look at me,” he commanded.

  I forced my eyelids open and caught sight of his eyes, tortured with need, fixed intensely on mine. Those eyes sent me over the edge, into oblivion. I screamed and arched into him as my legs jerked and my heels dug into the back of his legs. I fought against it, but I couldn’t stop my eyes from rolling back as waves of ecstasy took me over.

  Then Blake was right there with me, roaring his release, clutching me to him so tight I could barely breathe, scrunching up his eyes like he was in agony as his shaft swelled and jerked inside of me.

  He lowered his forehead to mine as he slowed his thrusts and then, gradually, stopped moving all together. He was sweaty and panting, still holding me tightly, but slowly relaxing his fingers on my shoulders as he came back to himself.

  I watched him from under heavy eyelids, running my hands through his hair then down over his shoulders. When his eyes flickered open and met mine again, it was like an electric current passed between us, binding us together.

  He had never looked more gorgeous than at that moment.

  “I…I love you,” I murmured, not realizing the words were even true until they passed my lips. But once I had said them, it was like everything clicked into place inside of me.

  Of course I loved him.

  I had been falling in love with him for months without even realizing that’s what was happening.

  He went very still for a second, then his lips parted as he frowned down at me; not mad… but emotional. He swallowed thickly and when he spoke his voice wavered. “I love you too, Princess. I feel like I’ve loved you my whole life.”

  My breath tumbled out in a whoosh of happiness and relief. I tugged lightly on his hair, pulling his mouth down on mine, and we kissed long and slow, pausing every now and then to whisper “I love you” against one another’s lips.

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  Eventually, he pulled himself away from me and got rid of the condom, then he laid back down beside me and pulled me to him, so that my head was resting on his bicep and we were both lying on our sides, facing each other. I don’t remember a whole lot after that; there was touching, kissing, sleepy whispers…

  And then my next conscious thought was I need to pee. I figured that several hours must have gone by because the dim light of pre-dawn was starting to filter through the drapes. The inside of the cabin was cast in an enchanting kind of half-light that made everything look otherworldly.

  Blake was laid flat on his back, his face angled slightly towards me, one arm up next to his head, the other flung out to one side, chest rising and falling steadily as he slept. He looked relaxed, unguarded, younger.

  I grinned like an idiot as I watched him for a while, until my bladder got the best of me and I slipped away to the bathroom.

  While I was in there, I washed up a little, and when I emerged back into the main cabin, Blake was on his side in the bed, blinking blearily at me.

  “Hey, you,” I said softly, climbing back into the bed and curling myself against him, stroking my hand over his stubbly cheek as I rested my head on his sculpted bicep. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

  He nuzzled into my neck, kissing the sensitive spot just behind my ear as he coiled his right arm around my waist and pulled me against him. “Wake me any time,” he mumbled sleepily.

  I turned my head slightly and kissed along his jaw, feeling the prickle of his stubble on my lips. “I like waking up with you,” I whispered into his ear.

  I felt his breath on my ear. “I like waking up with you too.” He kissed my neck and then took my earlobe into his mouth, sucking gently.

  I let out a low moan and raked my nails lightly down his back as he moved his lips to mine and started to kiss me, slowly and lazily at first but gradually increasing the pressure, the passion.

  Something else had woken up now too, and it was nudging against my thigh.

  I reached under the sheets and started to tease his length with the tips of my fingers, eliciting a groan from his lips.

  Ab
ruptly, he moved away from my fingers, pulling me down onto my back as he shifted himself above me, kissing me deeply the whole time. He propped himself on his forearm and uncurled the other arm from around my waist, pausing when his hand reached my side, running the pad of his thumb lightly along my hip bone.

  I shivered and moaned into his mouth again, feeling my nipples tighten in response to even that mild teasing. Blake flattened his hand over my stomach and ran it up towards my breasts in a long, leisurely stroke. Then he started to stroke my chest, around my breasts, with the pads of his fingers, gradually working towards my nipples, which now felt harder than glass. The closer he got, the more they ached to be touched but, just as he was almost there, his hand began to retreat again, circling outwards once more, teasing me.

  I broke the kiss, sighing in frustration, and felt him chuckle against my cheek as he moved his mouth to the side and lightly pressed his lips, warm and sensuous, to my neck. He kissed and licked towards my ear, then behind it again, to the most sensitive part of my neck, simultaneously working the tips of his fingers back towards my right nipple.

  This time, when he reached my desperate nub, instead of moving away again, he thumbed it; the friction of his calloused thumb against my tortured and sensitive flesh sent a spark of pleasure shooting downwards to the center of my desire.

  Unable to stop myself, I moaned and hooked my legs around his hips.

  I heard him growl against my neck, felt his quick exhale of breath, before he started to move his head downwards towards my left breast. As he trailed his lips slowly down my chest, he started alternating between lightly pinching my right nipple and palming my whole breast in his hand, squeezing it firmly. By the time his lips closed over my left nipple and sucked greedily, I was almost wild with need.

  I shuddered. “I need you...”

  He groaned into my chest as he released my nipple from his mouth and licked across my sternum to my right breast. Simultaneously, he moved his right hand down, over my stomach, over my mound, to my soaking lips.