SPARKED: A Bad Boy Rockstar Romance (With bonus book, PERFECT)

by Stephanie Brother

  I want to cry; it all feels so good. Good really doesn’t begin to cover it, at all. He kisses me senseless, until my arms go limp, spread out on either side of me on the bed.

  He shifts back down my body and his mouth covers my clit while he adds a third finger, stroking in and out of me. I feel a stretch at the additional finger, but I am so overwhelmed by sensation that I feel no pain at all. Aidan starts circling my clit with his tongue, then sucks the swollen bundle of nerves into his mouth, and I see stars.

  I need to grab hold of him, to feel him. I tangle my hands in his hair, my breath coming in gasps. At some point I realize I’m calling out his name — Aidan! Aidan! — as pleasure spirals out from my center, then back again, building and building until I’m ready to explode.

  When his teeth touch me, I do explode. I cry out, bucking my hips against him, my toes curled tight, every bit of me pulled into a ball that finally lets go, sending me flying high.

  Aidan eases off, then ramps up again, triggering a climax that flows into another, and then another, and another.

  When he finally stops I don’t even know how many orgasms I’ve had. My entire body is tingling from head to toe, and from inside to out. I may never breathe normally again.

  I’m dimly aware of Aidan smiling at me, then I feel him slide off the bed. I manage to raise my head so I can watch him as he takes off his pants and boxers. His hard cock springs free and stands stiff and proud against his stomach.

  Even after all the mind-blowing pleasure he’s given me, a fresh wave of desire floods me at the sight of his body, every tightly muscled inch of him on display before me. His chest, his abs, his amazing tattoo — every bit of him is beautiful, but my eyes are focused on his cock. The size of him gives me only the briefest pause; it’s my first time, and he’s big, but I don’t care. I need him so badly.

  I reach for him and he lies down next to me, letting me finally wrap my hand around him. I stroke him a few times and start to slide down his body but he stops me.

  I let my eyes plead with him along with my words. “You took care of me. Why can’t I take care of you?”

  “Because I won’t last if you do that,” he says, his voice sounding almost animal. He reaches behind him into his nightstand drawer, pulls out a little foil packet, and quickly sheathes his cock with the condom.

  “Do you want to be on top?” he asks, and my heart melts a little more at the care he’s showing me.

  I picture myself riding him, and I’m tempted, but right now I want to feel the weight of his body above me, his skin against mine, and I want him to lead the way. “Not this time,” I say.

  “Okay,” he says softly, with that sexy smile that feels like it’s only for me now. He moves over me and settles between my thighs. I spread my legs to give him room.

  “Okay?” he says again, a question this time, and I’m finally grateful that he’s taking things slow. I’ll remember this always. Beautiful Aidan poised between my legs, caring most about my comfort, my pleasure, wanting to make everything right for me.

  “Yes,” I say, a small word taking on such great significance.

  I slide my hands up his arms. Our gazes locked, I trace the dragon tattoo from the corner of my eye, wanting to capture every detail of this in my memory forever.

  Aidan takes my hand and guides it down to close over his cock. Feeling him, so hot and heavy and hard, makes the fire inside me burn even brighter, makes the liquid heat in my core flow faster.

  I lead him to my entrance and feel the slight pressure of the head of his cock against my swollen sex. His cock twitches in my hand and my heart races in anticipation.

  “Tell me if you need me to stop,” Aidan says as he starts to press inside me.

  “Don’t stop,” I say, as forcefully as I can. He gives me that little smile again, the one that makes me feel like I’m the only woman in the universe.

  He pushes in further, and there’s an instant of discomfort, a quick flash of pain, then a wonderful fullness that’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt.

  “Aidan,” I say with a sigh, and he pushes again, filling me even more.

  He leans down to kiss me, his weight supported on his elbows, and I pull him closer. He’s inside me and I want him to surround me; I want us to be as close as we can get. His body presses mine into the mattress, so we’re touching from head to toe, melding into one.

  His kiss is slow and thorough, and I know he’s giving me time to adjust to having him inside me. When we break off, I take his face in my hands. “Yes. Now. Please,” I say.

  He lifts his weight back onto his elbows and starts to move again, staring into my eyes while he slides part of the way out of me and then slowly back in. The friction of his cock inside my pussy is so delicious that my eyes roll back in my head for a moment. “Oh god, don’t stop,” I beg.

  “Okay,” he says, with that sexy-sweet smile. He strokes in and out of me, slow but steady, watching me all the while with a look in his eyes so tender that my heart swells to nearly bursting.

  I love you. The words are in my mind, on the tip of my tongue, and then they’re out of me before I can stop myself from saying them.

  Aidan stops moving, and for a moment my heart stops with him. Then he touches his forehead to mine as he’s done so many times before, looks into my eyes, and says, “I love you too.”

  My heart jumps in my chest. I hadn’t expected him to say it back. I hadn’t expected anything, really. The words just came out.

  But the look in his eyes tells me he’s not just saying it back because I said it, and it’s not just sex talk. He holds my gaze and I know that he means it.

  The fire in me burns even hotter, making our joining even more urgent. “Aidan,” is all I need to say, and he understands. He begins to move again, more forcefully this time, and it’s heaven.

  We continue to stare into each other’s eyes, the intensity of our gazes taking on a physical force that intensifies the amazing sensation of his cock inside me, sending me higher and higher.

  “You feel so good,” I say, my words coming out in short, clipped breaths.

  Aidan moves faster, pushes deeper, pumping in and out of me harder and harder. I’m wound up so tight, ready to burst, and then he reaches down and finds my clit. He strokes it and presses it, and when he pinches it lightly, he pushes me over the edge.

  “Aidan!” I cry out, clamping down hard around him as the climax rips through me.

  He continues to pump into me as I come, then Aidan buries his face in my neck and his body stiffens. “Amber,” he breathes against my skin, his voice desperate. He pushes deeper, and I feel his cock pulse inside me, over and over, as he lets go.

  Afterward, Aidan rolls onto his side and brings me with him so we’re facing each other. Hands, arms, legs entwined, we lie together, staring into each other’s eyes as our breathing finds it way back to normal.

  “That was amazing,” I say, never meaning the word more than I do now.

  Aidan’s already smiling face flashes a hint of his cocky grin as if he’s thinking Yeah, I know, but his expression turns tender and he strokes the back of his fingers over my cheek. “For me too,” he says.

  “Your dad doesn’t come home for lunch, does he?”

  “No,” Aidan says, grinning again. “But let’s make sure we’re out of here before he gets home and asks you to cook dinner.”

  I laugh and Aidan leans in and kisses my smiling lips.

  34

  Amber

  My story is like all the truly classic romances. It’s Saturday night and I’m in a dive bar packed full of drunken losers.

  I'm standing by a wall, trying to stay out of the way, when a hand touches my shoulder. I turn, ready to tell some random drunk that I'm not interested — that I'm not available — but the guy who’s approached me is crazy hot.

  “Are you here alone?” he asks, the corners of his dark eyes crinkling as he smiles.

  My phone vibrates in my pocket. “Excuse me a minu
te,” I say, giving him an apologetic look. I slip it out and check the message. It's from Megan.

  OMG!! You will NOT BELIEVE what Eric just did!!!!! Where are you?!?

  I laugh out loud, only to get a quizzical look from the guy who's waiting patiently for me.

  I'm at the bar. Come on over.

  I put my phone back in my pocket and smile at the stunning man. “Sorry about that. Where were we?”

  “I was wondering if you were alone.”

  “I am. For the moment, at least.” I take a step closer to him and feel a twinge of the new and unfamiliar soreness in my body. I've gone from having no experience with sex to having several very amazing experiences over the past few days, and though my body’s feeling the effects of it, it's nothing compared to how happy I am.

  “What's your name?” he says as he moves in closer and reaches for a strand of my hair.

  I fist my hand in the fabric of his t-shirt and pull, closing the space between us. “I’m Amber,” I say in my sultriest voice. “Who are you?”

  Aidan leans in and speaks in a low voice, his breath warm by my ear. “I’m the guy who’s gonna rock your world tonight.”

  Epilogue

  Aidan

  “Is that what you're wearing?” Amber asks.

  “What's wrong with this?” I turn toward her and pull at the bottom of my t-shirt, showing it to her. “It's a backyard barbecue.”

  “It's a graduation party and our families will be coming,” she says. “How about your blue polo shirt?”

  “Since you're the guest of honor,” I say before I pull the shirt over my head. As soon as I have it off, Amber’s right next to me.

  She runs a hand across my abs and up over my chest, then opens my jeans and starts to unzip them. “These pants are all wrong too,” she says with a grin.

  “Remember when I met you and you were such a good girl?” I say with mock regret. “Now you’re always looking for excuses to get me naked.”

  “I'm still a good girl,” she says as she wraps her hand around my cock. The warm squeeze she gives feels so damn good that I groan. The truth is I love the games we play, and the bold, aggressive side she’s discovered with me.

  “You're right,” I agree. “You’re a very good girl.” I'm hard after only three tugs and when she flicks my nipple with her other hand, I’m ready to go.

  I look toward the clock on our nightstand. “I'm not sure we have enough time.”

  “Then we’ll have to be quick.” She drops to her knees and takes my cock in her mouth as she continues to work it, her fist wrapped around the base.

  It's unbelievable to think that Amber had never even given anyone a blowjob when she met me, because she is very, very good at giving them now. But apparently that's not what this quickie’s about.

  She releases me, stands up and takes a step back, doing a spin so the bottom of her short dress flares around her. “How’s my outfit?” she asks.

  Before I can answer, she bends over in front of me and flips her skirt up, showing me that she has nothing on underneath.

  Her perfectly round ass and the flash of her pussy send even more blood rushing to my already hard cock. “Oh fuck,” I murmur.

  “Yes, please. See what a nice girl I am, using my manners?” She smiles at me over her shoulder.

  “Up against the wall.” My voice sounds desperate as if I haven't been laid in weeks, when actually we had sex twice yesterday, getting a head start on Amber’s graduation celebration.

  This gorgeous woman is mine, and I’m hers — and I’ve never stopped being glad about it. When I remember the way I used to be, it almost feels like another person … but all those moments led me to this one.

  I step forward and push her ahead of me until her hands are on the wall. I tug her hips toward me and she arches her back, showing me everything. She's swollen and glistening, ready for me.

  Pushing back, Amber rubs against my cock, and it's a wonder I don't lose it right there. I love taking her like this and she knows it.

  I reach around, pull down the front of her dress, find her nipple and roll it between my thumb and forefinger. She drops her head down and releases a long, low moan. I know what she likes too.

  “Fuck me, Aidan.”

  She doesn't need to ask twice. I take a moment to squeeze her ass before I spread her open, wet my cock in her juices, and push deep inside her.

  I needed this. Of course I'll take any chance I get to be inside her, but sex with Amber soothes my nerves, and I need that with what I’ve got planned for later.

  Amber

  Oh god, it's always as good as the first time. How is that even possible?

  Aidan fills me, physically and emotionally, and though he satisfies me completely, I can never get enough of him.

  He has me pressed against the wall of our bedroom; I'm still in my dress, and his jeans are still around his hips. Even though we’re alone and in the privacy of our own little home, it feels like we're stealing a moment out in public.

  “Just … like … that,” I cry as he bites the back of my neck and angles to drive deeper into me. “Yes … there … faster,” I beg. He pumps faster and harder, and I'm glad I've got the wall for support as he thrusts into me.

  “You feel so good,” I cry.

  “Come for me, babe. Come on my cock.” He kneads my breast with one hand and cups my pussy with the other. “I want to feel you come,” he growls in my ear. He finds my clit and presses it with his finger, his breath hot on my cheek as he says, “I'm about to come inside you.”

  “Oh yeah, oh yeah,” I whimper.

  “I'm gonna fill you up.”

  Aidan’s words take me right over the edge. My walls clench around his pumping cock as my orgasm overtakes me. Pleasure flares in me, radiating from my center out to all points, making my legs numb with heat and my head light.

  “Yes! Yes!” I cry, as the first climax sparks another. “So good.” I moan as Aidan starts to let go. He digs his fingers into my hips, stiffens inside me, then pumps his release, over and over, filling me just as he’d promised.

  He collapses against me, and we rest for a moment, pressed together against the wall, his heart beating against my back, our breathing in sync. A knock on our front door startles us into action.

  Aidan hastily slips his cock back into his pants and pulls on his shirt. “I’ll get it.”

  As I clean up, I’m reminded of the first orgasm he gave me, up against the wall at the tutoring center. I smile, remembering how we were interrupted then too. There was so much I didn’t know about him then; so many misconceptions I had, thinking that he was only a bad boy rocker who would break my heart without even trying.

  We’ve been together for three years now, and apart from the misunderstanding over Eric, he’s never hurt me or given me reason to doubt him. And he’s the hard worker he told me he was. I’m so proud of how far he’s come, building up his own design business. While he’s been getting that started, he does landscaping for our landlord and for other properties in the area, and performs with a blues band a few times a month.

  Throwback is no more. Two of the guys split off to chase after fame. Aidan almost seemed relieved at first, but I could tell that he missed it. The new more laid-back situation seems to fit him perfectly, and he’s still sexy as hell onstage.

  I brush my hair and listen to the voices in the house. It sounds like Aidan’s dad is our first arrival. After I put on lip gloss, I hear another knock and hurry out to find my mom and sister at the door.

  “Hey, sweetie,” my mom says, giving me a big hug, even though I just saw her yesterday at commencement.

  “C’mon in,” I say, ushering them through the house and out into the backyard. Mr. Holt — Dave, as he insists I call him — is already getting started at the grill.

  Aidan comes over and gets a hug from my mom too. “Hi, Mrs. Paulson, Jessica, glad you could come. You remember my dad?”

  While our parents talk, Aidan and I slip inside to finish p
reparing the food.

  “You smell like you just had sex,” he says, as soon as we’re alone.

  “Don’t even mention it, or I’ll have you back in the bedroom right now,” I say.

  “How are we going to work together when you’re always trying to get my clothes off?”

  “You can work naked, can’t you?” I tease. I’ve been helping Aidan with marketing when I have time; now I’ll be able to help him with both of his businesses while I do other consulting work.

  More guests arrive, and Aidan greets them and sends them outside while I finish making potato salad. Then I hear Megan’s voice in our entryway, and a moment later she’s in the kitchen, arms open to hug me.

  “We did it!” she squeals, squeezing me tightly.

  “Yes we did!”

  Eric’s right behind her, carrying a tray of deviled eggs. “We did it!” he says, fondly mimicking our excitement.

  “Yay us!” I say, giving Eric a quick side hug.

  “Some of us just took a little longer than others,” Megan says, jabbing Eric with her elbow. She teases him, but it’s clear she’s full of pride that Eric earned his degree early and is already working on his master’s.

  “The important thing is that you made it eventually,” Eric says before he wraps his arm around Megan and gives her a sweet kiss.

  “I think we’re almost ready to eat,” I say. “Could you take this outside with you?” I hand the bowl of finished potato salad to Megan. “I’ll be right out.”

  As they leave, Aidan comes back in from outside. “I think everyone’s here. What else do we need?”

  “I think we’re ready,” I say.

  “There is one more thing.” Aidan pulls me in for a kiss, long, sweet and tender. When we part, he says, “I’m proud of you.”

  Every now and then, at moments like this, I’m still amazed that he’s mine. “I’m so glad I almost flunked chemistry freshman year,” I say.