Igniting the Wild Sparks

by Alexander, Ren

  “Finn, I’m glad you did. You said you wanted us to be honest with each other, and you were. What you said shocked me. That was a soulful admission to make. I realize you completely bared your soul to me and I’m grateful that you told me the truth.”

  “The whole truth?”

  She halfheartedly says, “Yeah.”

  “Baby, I wish I can tell you I’m ready right now, this second. I could lie and say I am, but then that would get your hopes up and I’ve already been a massive enough prick to you.”

  A rueful smile approaches her lips as she silently agrees with me. “At least you’re still thinking about it?”

  “Yeah, I am. Every day.” Since falling to the ground and in love with you in the park, I’ve been thinking about it with my every breath, Becks.

  Her feet propped next to me on the cushion, I reach down and massage the top of her foot, hearing her palpable anxiety with her deep breath. I say, “I’m not intentionally trying to hurt you. I swear to everything holy I’m not. You’re the last person on Earth I want to hurt, but that’s all I seem to do.”

  “I’ll make sure you make up for it.”

  “And I’ll make sure you make me,” I joke, but find myself getting even more turned on.

  Out of the blue, she asks, “Aren’t you going to Mass?”

  “No. I want to stay with you.”

  “Finn, we can go together.”

  “It’s okay.” Most likely, she’d be uncomfortable sitting, standing and kneeling so much.

  Her eyes fall to my legs and as she idly stares, she numbly asks, “Do you work today?”

  My own gaze drops to her dark purple toenails and then between her legs where she’s unknowingly giving me a view of her underwear. I blink and try to look away, but I’m incapable of doing anything else. Fuck, I’m so damned weak. With vivid images of her naked body swirling around in my head and the graphic memories of last night zapping my crotch, my mouth is dry when I distractedly answer, “No, but I have to be at practice later.”

  “I’ll go with you.” Not a chance.

  I drag my eyes away from perving on her to look at her face and to sternly state, “No, you won’t.”

  “Why can’t I go?”

  “Because you won’t sit.”

  She suggestively smiles. “Yes, I will. I’ll sit and check you out.”

  I proudly smirk at her. “You think so? Well, you’ll have to wait in line, honey, and it’s a long one.”

  She sneers, “Cocky much?”

  Leaning closer, I lay my left arm across her knees and trail my fingertips along her skin, watching the goosebumps form. Smiling at my own expertise of knowing exactly how to turn my girlfriend on, I whisper, “Yep, but you love it.”

  Becks shakily laughs. “I do…sometimes.” Her eyes shimmer and tour over me again, and knowing that I’ve turned her on, turns me on, full-throttled. Though, it doesn’t take much for me. I’m always painfully half-cocked for her when we’re together.

  I bend and rest my chin on her left knee. “Baby, you haven’t even seen how cocky I can be.” I raise an eyebrow at her, daring her to dare me.

  Her mouth falls open at my shamelessness, compelling me to hugely grin and for her to sassily ask, “Is that so?”

  I shake my head, scraping my chin over her knee. “Nope, you haven’t. Therefore, I’m daring you to take me on, Becks.” Her eyes pop open even wider and she unconsciously licks her lips.

  I got her right where I want her.

  Her knee disappears from under my chin when she suddenly moves, and I sit back, laughing at rousing her, again pleased with myself for getting the best of her in more ways than one. Getting up on her knees, she hastily straddles me, which brings my laughter to a screeching halt, leaving me unusually speechless. She’s really taking me up on my dare?

  As if I’m following her orders, I pull Becks’ T-shirt collar to the side and admire my lipwork on her shoulder from last night before I lean in to suck on her some more, grazing my teeth over her soft, sweet-scented skin. She lightly moans and digs her fingers into my hair, pulling, which is a major turn-on for me and she fucking knows it.

  Impetuously raising my head, I grasp the sides of her face and reel her to my lips, deeply kissing her as she gamely reciprocates, and we fall back against the couch, losing ourselves. I want her right now, here on the couch, but we shouldn’t have even made love last night since her stomach is so sore. That was self-serving of me to do that to her.

  I try to put a stop to our kiss, but when I attempt to break away from her, she pushes my head back to her. I brokenly mumble into our kiss, “I don’t want to hurt you more.” In response, she takes her hands out of my hair and down to my waistband, tugging the front of my boxers down, unleashing me. She grabs my dick and steadily primes me. Fuck, it feels so good, but I interrupt our kiss to plead, “Baby, put the brakes on.” I move my hand over hers, but she dashes it away.

  Kissing my jaw, she teases, “I know you want me, Finn Wilder. You said that I’m the only one who can do this to you.” She squeezes up to my tip and I gasp, closing my eyes as my head mindlessly falls back against the couch and pulling her with me. “What’s wrong, Sparks? Am I too much for you to handle?”

  Remembering that at least her injury is too much for me right now, I sit us upright and using a higher-pitched voice, horribly trying to imitate her, I ask, “Cocky much?”

  Her smile is abnormally smug. “Only with you because you love a challenge.”

  I can’t help grinning at that statement because it’s absolutely true. Becks knows me so well. “Do I? What kind of dare are you offering now? I’ve met and triumphed over both you’ve thrown at me.” I suppose I didn’t give in to her knock-me-up-now dare at Easter, but that one doesn’t count because really, who dares something like that? My girlfriend, of course.

  She coyly shakes her head. “I don’t think you can manage this one.” Becks knows better than to provoke me into not taking a dare because it won’t work. It only motivates me more.

  Well, then.

  Game on, Beckett.

  Fixedly zoned in on scoring another win over a dare from Becks, I whisper, “Come on, baby. I dared you to try me.” That would be one dare I’d be happy to lose.

  She says, “I’m not good at dares like you are.”

  Not taking my eyes off hers, I yank on her hips and rub my raging hard-on against her underwear. “Then, I dare you to dare me again.” You can’t resist me, Becks, just as I can’t resist you.

  She whispers, “I dare you to not have sex with me.” Huh? What? Oh, shit.

  Oh, shit!

  Swallowing hard, I try to sound casual, not wanting to let on that I’m actually struggling with a dare. “Well, that one probably won’t be allowed on the Air.”

  Grinning because she literally has me by the balls, she drops her head and kisses my neck, taking turns with her lips and tongue. My eyes roll back again before they close and I anxiously lick my lips as she eagerly moves down the side of my throat. Burrowing my nose in her hair, I lowly say, “That would be an awkward challenge for us in public.”

  She asks, “Us?” sounding surprised. Is she serious?

  I lightly laugh against Becks’ throat. “Well, yeah. I wouldn’t care about not having sex with any other woman. Only you.”

  “Oh.”

  Distracting my hands from grabbing her ass, I stroke her leg with one and pick up her key with the other. Toying with it, I say, “I don’t even know how we’d pull that one off with the censors.”

  She nods and grips my shaft firmly, seductively whispering, “Especially with your dick hanging out, Mr. Sportscaster. You’re Finnatics would fucking flip.”

  Surprised she would joke about me waving my dick around in public, I gasp, “Wow, Becks. Really, what’s gotten into you?” Because it’s not me at the moment. Damn it.

  Pulling back to look at me questioningly, she asks, “Why? Don’t you like me like this?” She slowly licks her bottom lip and stares
down at my mouth.

  I gaze at her strawberry lips, wanting to stop talking and taste them again, but then I won’t make it through the dare. I confess, “Fuck, yes I do. I’m just not used to you like this.”

  Her expression hints at her underlying anxiety. “Like what? Slutty?”

  I shake my head as I look into her entrancing, green eyes. “No. Brazen. Assertive. It’s sexy, not that you aren’t already the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen in my life.” I reach up and caress her cheek with my thumb, the feel of her skin making me harshly throb for her. “I mean it, Becks. You’re gorgeous. You do this to me.” I wrap my hand around hers, holding my hard-on.

  She says, “You’re supposed to not be having sex with me.” She strokes me as I hold onto her hand, watching her watching us slowly jack me off. This would technically count as not having sex with her, though, she gets nothing out of it and probably would be pissed if I claimed another victory while she gets, well, the shaft.

  Leaning forward, but still stroking me, Becks kisses my jaw over to my ear, heavily breathing into it. Oh, no. Helplessly, I match her breaths as she increases her speed.

  “That’s not fair,” I wheeze, not wanting to win this dare anymore.

  “You’re right.” She abruptly releases me and takes off my glasses, tossing them to the end of the couch. Then, to my astonishment, she buries her hand in my hair, jerks my head back and passionately kisses me. Our lips fight to devour each other’s. I could come all over her.

  Why is she doing this to me?

  Shit. Is this payback?

  Would she do that? No. Not Becks.

  Taking my dick again, she recommences whipping me into a frenzy. She moves to my ear and breathlessly asks, “How are you holding up, Wilder?” Not good. I’m readying my concession speech.

  Between hard breaths, I say, “I’d be better if you stop jerking me off.” No, I wouldn’t. I’d have blue balls. I’d be fucked even if she doesn’t fuck me.

  She giggles. “That’s not part of the dare, Finnigan.” Shit.

  I have to be determined and persevere.

  “Now you’re really not playing fair.”

  Letting go of my cock, she sits back, putting her hand over her mouth, doing a piss-poor job of hiding a smile. “Oops. Sorry.” Yeah, right. She raises her arms above her head, stretching and causing her T-shirt to lift, exposing the skin above her underwear and for her tits to be more in my face. I have to squeeze my hands into fists to keep from reaching up.

  Don’t let her defeat you, Wilder.

  “How’s your bruise?” I ask, diverting myself with a topic that will actually distract me.

  “Fine. Do you want to see it?” She pulls up her shirt further and I examine the pink, purple, blue and yellowed spot feathered out over her skin. I lightly brush my fingers over it and she flinches.

  I dolefully glance up at her. “Sorry.”

  She grins. “It tickled. It doesn’t hurt constantly. Just off and on.”

  Seeing her colorful stomach in the light, harshly reminds me of seeing her go down to the ground yesterday. I grit my teeth at the mental replay and practically snap, “I want you to rest.” It’s my fault she hasn’t.

  “Not when I’m in the middle of a dare with you. I guess you’re not going to win this one.”

  I look back to her stomach and resolutely answer, “Yes, I will.” Now that I’ve seen how hurt she is, it’s sobering.

  She glances down to my lap. “Maybe you will since you’re going soft.”

  “Seeing your injury will do that. I’m worried about you.”

  She shakes her head. “Don’t be. You should really worry about losing this dare.”

  My fingers trail up her smooth thighs, craving to touch her sweet spot, but I won’t. Still stupidly curious, I ask, “Oh, yeah? Why? What happens if I win?”

  “You win the dare and get to claim victory over not having sex with me.” What a win.

  “And if I lose?” Why in the hell did I ask that?

  Becks wickedly smirks, cocking an eyebrow. “You get a hot fuck on the couch with your biggest fan, Finnigan.”

  Giving her a dark look, I warn, “Becks, take it easy today. I’m not kidding.”

  “Neither am I.” She lifts her shirt up above her breasts and my eyes involuntarily flicker over them. Oh, fuck.

  With her voice low, she provokes me. “I know you want to touch them.” I’ve taunted her with that line before. More than once.

  This is payback.

  I can’t look away from them. It’s as if I’m spellbound. “What are you doing to me?”

  “Daring you.”

  “Yeah, but I dared you to try me and you’re not. Doesn’t that mean you are losing?”

  “But I’m not the professional risk-taker. I don’t have to win.” I glance up and see Becks biting her lip, and I reflexively lick mine. She takes my hands and puts them on her tits, keeping her hands over mine, doing the opposite of what I did to her earlier. The ring I gave her grazes my knuckle and I sharply, and powerlessly, grow hard again.

  I want to be such a loser.

  Staring at my hands on her tits, feeling her nipples rock hard underneath, I grumble, “Becks, you’re cheating.”

  “I have nothing to gain if you win.”

  I incredulously dart my eyes up. “Isn’t that usually the point of cheating?”

  She quickly moves her face to mine and licks my lip before forcing her tongue into my mouth. We hotly kiss and she shifts so my dick is beneath her, and she rides my tip into the crotch of her underwear. She whispers, “Feel how wet I am for you, Sparks.” I love how only my Becks calls me that.

  “I can feel it,” I slur against her cheek. My will is crumbling faster than a stale oatmeal cookie in a wind tunnel.

  Becks slides her mouth down and sucks hard on my neck, not even low enough to hide it. Pam’s going to have a good laugh, but I don’t care.

  With my hands frozen on her tits, Becks hums over my skin, marking me as hers, but all of this is sensory overload, and getting me close to losing my mind and my load. When she moves to kiss my throat, I feebly ask, “How long are you going to do this to me before I’m affirmed the winner?” I have to fixedly concentrate on not squeezing my fingers into her tits or I’ll absolutely be done for.

  From the crook of my neck, Becks declares, “I guess I can stop now. I’ll go get dressed.” She tantalizingly drags her tongue back up my neck and then over to my jaw. She grips my hands and presses them into her tits so I’ll grab them tighter. She hotly moans and I officially give up. I drop my right hand and tear at the crotch of her underwear, exposing her pussy.

  She sits back, her eyes ablaze with desire, but she tries to play innocent, asking, “What are you doing?” She knows exactly what I’m doing because she has me by the short and curlies.

  I ominously glower at her. “I lose. Now fuck me, Hadley.”

  She haughtily gasps. “No. You should aim to win.”

  Deliberately shaking my head, I growl, “No fucking way. I give up. I surrender. I concede. I forfeit. Whatever. I want you. You’ve had your fun teasing me.” I jerk her to me by the cotton material and force her hips down onto me. When I easily slide into her, I groan and slam my head back on the couch cushion.

  Becks, always the voice of reason a little too late, says, “Finn, wait.”

  Clutching both her hips, I smoothly glide her back and forth, her glossy hair tumbling over her shoulders. Amid my panting, I mutter, “Huh-uh. Don’t care. You won. I want my hot fuck on the couch with you. Don’t you dare stop.”

  She claws at my gray T-shirt and rides me. “What’s gotten into me? What’s gotten into you?”

  “You. Your teasing. I told you I can’t get enough of you.” I sit us up, touching my lips to hers. “You do things to me, Hadley Beckett. I can’t resist you. You’re my ultimate downfall. Can’t you tell?”

  Her fingers trail down my cheek. “You feel so good inside me, Sparks. I can feel your love.”

>   “Feel it, Hadley, because I love you to the stars.”

  “I love you beyond. You’re my weakness, Finnigan Wilder.” Fuck, I’m already losing it.

  “Becks,” I groan her name and look down to her pussy as I blast into her, knowing what I may have just done.

  “What, Finn?” she whimpers as I feel her tightening.

  I whisper up to her, “Love me, Becks. Make me feel it.”

  She moves faster on me. I don’t want her straining herself any more than she already did, so I help her by prodding her hips. “Sparks! Fuck! Oh, Finn!” Her snug warmth spreads over me and I bring her lips to mine, kissing her as we fall back to the couch.

  When I feel the last of her orgasm’s ripples, I end our kiss and breathlessly grin. Panting, she suspiciously asks, “What?”

  I whisper, “You just fucked a loser.”

  “They’re always the last to know.” She giggles and I laugh, brushing her hair away so I can see her beautiful face.

  Shaking my head, I dazedly smile and sigh, “You’re so funny.”

  Some thought suddenly crosses her mind and she sits up as her smile falters. “I wanted you to know that I have an appointment to see my doctor in a few weeks.”

  I lightly grasp her thighs. “If you don’t want to go on it, that’s up to you. I’ll just use condoms. Anyway, I haven’t exactly been… diligent these past couple times.”

  Her gaze falls to my chest. “No, I guess not. You won’t have to wear them or worry once I get back on the Pill. We shouldn’t have even had sex last night or now without anything.” I see the worry going on in her mind as her forehead wrinkles.

  “Hey.” I clasp her chin and tilt her head back. “Becks, it’s okay. I’m not in a stupor or a high, like you call them, so let’s just leave it at that.” I truly feel bad that she might have a hard time getting pregnant or not being able to at all. I have to do something after last night’s colossal devastation. I need to make her happy somehow, even if it’s a major game-changer.

  Am I having second thoughts about knocking up Becks?

  I don’t know.

  Maybe.