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

by Stephanie Brother

  "I know you want to, Kate. You know you want to."

  I can't bring myself to deny it. Hard as I've tried not to, I've been thinking about him ever since that night. I’ve barely admitted it to myself, but I’ve even pleasured myself while thinking of him and what might have been. Now he's here, I am definitely a single woman, and we are not in a public parking lot.

  Billy lifts himself off my silly little couch and comes to kneel in front of me. He takes my calf in his palm, encircling my leg completely, and slowly runs his hand up and down my leg as he looks up at me. "I want to make you purr, like you did that night." He reaches briefly up to my outer thigh and then runs his caress all the way back down to my ankle, trailing his finger over the delicate skin there. "I want to make you whimper."

  "Billy—"

  He gently pushes my legs apart and slides both of his hands halfway up my inner thighs. I'm wearing pants, and I'm completely covered, but at the same time I feel so exposed. I can feel myself getting wet for him.

  "Just tell me you want me to leave, and I'll leave." His voice is sexy and confident, but I hear his honesty too. I know he'll stop if I want him to, but I can't make myself say a word.

  His upper lip curls into a smile as I remain silent. Then he scoops me up out of the chair as easily as if I were a kitten. I wrap my legs around his torso and grab onto his hard shoulders, digging my fingers in just for the sheer pleasure of it.

  "Please tell me you have a bed that's bigger than your couch," Billy says.

  I laugh and tilt my head in the direction of my bedroom door. "I don't know if it's big enough for you, but we'll make it work somehow.”

  18

  Now that I’ve made the decision not to resist my attraction to Billy, I’m all in. I savor his every touch and push away any lingering doubts. This is going to be a one-time thing, and I intend to enjoy every second of it.

  We kiss as he angles us through the doorway to my bedroom, and we carry on kissing when he lays me on the bed. I can feel his hunger as our lips come together more urgently. I start to tug at his shirt but he pulls back, holding himself a few inches above me. “I want to be inside you right now, but I’m gonna make myself wait a little longer.” He runs a finger diagonally from my shoulder to my hip, and then he circles it in a wide path over my thighs and across my stomach. My skin lights up at his touch and all my nerve endings come alive.

  “Let’s take this nice and slow tonight,” he says, as he narrows his trail. He continues to draw circles on my body, making each one slightly smaller than the last, as he zeroes in on his target. His finger lazily draws closer and closer to my mound, which throbs as he approaches it.

  I gaze at his face as leans over me, his attention focused on my body. He can probably see me starting to quiver. Meanwhile, I get lost staring at his eyes. They’re so beautiful with their long, dark lashes, and there’s something so kind about them, though currently they’re starting to look devilish.

  My pants are still on, but I’m wishing desperately that they weren’t. His finger is now sliding just one inch above my pussy, then over to the very tops of my inner thighs. I raise my hips toward him and see him grin, just before he starts widening his circle again, moving further away from the area I want him to touch so badly.

  I groan and his smile widens.

  “Is this payback for the parking lot?” I say. “Payback for me being a tease?”

  “Oh, am I teasing you?” he asks with mock innocence. He leans into me, and right before he kisses me I feel him, long and hard, straining against his jeans.

  I gasp as I both feel and remember the size of him, which had intimidated me the last time I’d felt his erection against me.

  “I just want to make sure you’re ready for me,” Billy whispers as he presses down on me.

  I grab his muscular back, needing to touch him, needing to bring him even closer. I spread my legs, giving him space to sink onto me, and wish our clothing could just disappear.

  “I’m ready for you,” I say as I pull his shirt up in the back, untucking it from his jeans.

  Now Billy groans, and pulls back from me. “You’re making it really hard for me to take it slow,” he says.

  “Slow is overrated,” I say, as I reach for the front of his shirt and pull it free of his pants.

  He backs out of my reach. “We’ll see about that.” He slides his hands under the waistband of my pants and shimmies them slowly down my hips, inch by inch, as if he’s got all day.

  To counter his glacial pace, I sit up halfway and pull my shirt over my head as if it’s on fire. Then I reach behind me and unsnap my bra just as quickly.

  Propped up on my arms, I stare at Billy, wondering if my bare chest will inspire him to move a little faster. He stops his movement entirely and stares at my breasts, transfixed. My frustration is momentarily replaced with pride.

  “Gorgeous,” he murmurs, as he reaches up and runs his thumb across one of my nipples. He pinches it softly and it instantly hardens at his touch. Then he’s by my side again and he pulls my nipple into his mouth.

  “Mmmm.” I close my eyes and let my head fall back as I succumb to the sensations he’s arousing. I imagine sparks shooting throughout my body, originating at his point of contact with my breast, and radiating outward, all the way to my toes. Billy’s still moving slowly, but it feels incredible as he swirls his tongue around my pebbled nipple and sucks my breast deeper into his mouth.

  He moves to my other breast, as I run my fingers through his thick brown hair, and then down under his shirt collar to the muscles in his back. His skin is smooth, and I can feel such strength beneath it. I’m fascinated by the contrast between the power his body holds, and the thoughtful, delicate way he’s attending to my body.

  When he returns to his original task of removing my pants at the slowest pace possible, I decide that I don’t mind him taking his time. I can lie back and relax; I know very good things are coming. I can’t resist taunting him though. “I really hope you’re not this slow opening gifts on Christmas,” I say.

  He chuckles as he finally finishes pulling my pants over my feet. I watch his gaze move back up to the top of my legs, where I’m sure he can see that my excitement has thoroughly dampened my panties.

  I wish I was wearing edible underwear. Actually I wish they would just disintegrate.

  He runs a lazy hand under the elastic at the top of my remaining piece of clothing.

  “Get me naked already!” I urge him.

  “Yes, ma’am,” Billy says in his most gentlemanlike tone. “All you had to do was ask.”

  “Always a gentleman,” I say, with teasing sarcasm.

  I lift my hips to assist him, and finally I am bare to him, though I realize that he is still completely dressed, despite my best efforts.

  He starts with his fingers, running them gently over my pussy, before gradually exploring my folds. “I think you like taking it slow,” he says, as he dips into my pooling moisture. He uses my slickness, and moves just a bit faster, swirling his fingers over my clit.

  “Mmmmm, I like this…”

  He moves down and positions himself between my legs, and then his mouth is on me, making me squirm with unbearable pleasure. I remember when I saw him playing catch and riding a horse and how I had noticed the self-assured confidence and ease with which he moved his strong body. But now I know his athletic skills are nothing compared to the talent in his tongue. Oh my god. I do like taking it slow. I love taking it slow. I love anything that involves Billy circling so slowly and deliberately around my clit that I can feel myself dripping for him.

  He teases me with a languid pace, and then he varies his speed and flicks quickly across my little nub, making me jerk and buck at the intensity of it. He laps at my pussy, he pushes his tongue into me, he kisses me, and gently sucks my folds into his mouth.

  “That’s my girl,” he says, and it’s not until he speaks that I realize I’m making noises. Probably the purring and whimpering sounds he’d refer
red to earlier. I don’t even know, and I am beyond caring. All I’m really aware of are Billy’s mouth and his hands, and all of the unbelievable things he’s doing to me.

  He brings me to the edge, and then he switches up his technique and I slip back off. He brings me to the edge again, but doesn’t take me over. I’m practically light-headed from panting; every bit of my body is poised in anticipation of release.

  “Billy, please…” I beg, struggling for the words, then drawing them, hoping to convince him to have mercy on me. I try to move my hips but he holds me down as he overwhelms me with the pleasure created by his tongue.

  “Billy, please…”

  He finally lifts his head and smiles up at me. “Okay. I think you’re ready.” His voice is husky with desire.

  I watch as he stands, unbuttons his shirt, and finally, unzips his pants. His pace isn’t slow now, but it’s not fast enough for me. My entire body is calling out for him, needing him to be on me, in me, and all around me.

  I see the tattoo that I’d caught a glimpse of that day on the farm. He has others on his chest and arms, and I can’t wait to touch them, and trace them all. His body is amazing. So strong, so perfect. My gaze returns to the tattoo on his hip as he pushes down his boxers and I finally get to see where that mark leads.

  Then I forget all about his body art, as his real masterpiece is revealed.

  “Wow,” I can’t help but say out loud.

  The corner of his mouth lifts into the slightest hint of a grin. He runs his hand down the length of his very large cock, and it grows further as he handles it.

  I would have been intimated if I wasn’t so beyond ready for him.

  Billy reaches behind him to grab a condom from his pocket, and while I wait, I admire his body like the perfection that it is. His ab muscles seem to angle downward toward his cock, highlighting and featuring it, like the main attraction that it is.

  With a quick motion, he sheaths it, and I swear it grows larger still. Maybe I am just a little bit intimidated.

  Billy glances down between my legs and then up into my eyes. “God, Kate. I’ve been waiting for this a long time.”

  “Yeah, me too.”

  He goes down for one more taste of me then, returning to my pussy with his skillful tongue. He focuses on my clit, doing what he’s learned I like best, swirling and flicking for just a few more moments, he lifts me back up to the edge of the peak.

  “I want you inside me,” I cry. I reach for his shoulders and urge him upward.

  He gives me one last, memorable lick, and then he moves up my body. Soon he’s smiling above me as he brushes a stray strand of hair off of my cheek.

  He lays a kiss just under my chin, then focuses his attention on lining himself up at my opening.

  “Maybe take this part slow?” I suggest, wondering if I’ll be able to accommodate all of him.

  “Don’t worry,” he murmurs.

  I feel him then, the head of his cock against me, and I can’t help but push my hips towards his and urge him forward. The tip of him slips inside me and I moan. I feel like I’m getting something I’ve wanted for years.

  “Oh god, Billy…”

  “It is okay?” His voice is concerned.

  “It’s amazing.” I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer as he sinks in deeper. Inch by inch, I feel him open me and fill me. I lift my hips again to invite him in further, and after a few more delicious inches, I feel his body press against mine.

  “Still okay?” he asks, as he holds still inside me, feeling me expand and adjust to his size.

  “Absolutely perfect,” I sigh.

  “Yeah,” he agrees. Then he starts to move in me, and what had already felt perfect, becomes so much more than that. He moves slowly at first, being gentle and considerate as always. Then, though he doesn’t move faster, he changes his angle and moves more purposefully somehow, and the pressure of his movements stimulate my clit, which is already so enflamed from the wonderful things he did with his tongue.

  As he moves in and out of me, I quickly come right back to that edge, but this time I know he’s not stopping me. And all of the buildup, all of the not-quite orgasms that he’d led me to already, gather together to multiply the intensity.

  “Don’t stop," I pant as I dig my fingers into his shoulders.

  Never stopping, never varying his motion, he bends to my breast, and he sucks my nipple into his mouth as I start to cry out.

  “Oh god, yes!”

  It is so intense, so incredible. Every inch of me seems joined in the explosion that’s finally fully triggered. His long, thick cock continues to push in and out of me, his strong body seems to be all around me, and just before I lose awareness, I see that his beautiful, brown eyes are smiling down at me. I reach the edge and then sail right over into the most mind-blowing orgasm I’ve ever had.

  Wave after wave of pleasure passes through me. My mind seems to leave my body for I don’t know how long, and then I’m floating. Floating off to someplace made of pure ecstasy. Finally, I come back to myself, and become aware that Billy is still moving in me, slowly and tenderly, and he’s holding me tight.

  “That was…” I try to speak, but I’m not quite able. My breath is ragged and thin.

  “Yeah,” Billy agrees. He brushes hair away from my mouth and kisses me, tenderly and deeply.

  “Yeah,” I sigh.

  I smile at him and he grins down at me. “Wanna do it again?”

  We’re still doing it, so I’m kind of confused by his invitation. Do it again? Ohhhh. Realization dawns on me just as Billy reaches under me and deftly flips us around so that he’s suddenly lying on the bed and I’m sitting astride him. Mmmmm. All new sensations await discovery.

  I lean over and kiss him. When we part, Billy’s voice is nearly a growl. “I wanna see you come again.”

  “All you have to do is ask,” I say, smiling at him, still in a blissed-out state.

  I love this position, and I’ve never loved it more than right now. Seeing Billy’s incredible physique laid out beneath me is exciting all by itself. I finally get my chance to trace the patterns of the tattoos that adorn his muscles. I swirl my fingers over the peaks and valleys of his firm torso. I lean over him to lay kisses here and there.

  All the while, I start to move over him. I grind down onto him, pressing my soft curves into his hard body. I find just the right angle, and it’s not long at all before I’m doing exactly what he’s asked of me.

  This climax is not as intense as the first one, but it’s wonderful all the same. My eyes shut as I come, and I cry out his name. When I open my eyes, I look down to see Billy staring back at me with both caring and lust in his expression. I shiver a little at the sight of him.

  When I recover, he leans up to kiss me and then eases me off of him. He’s been such a generous partner; I’m eager to give him his own release.

  He repositions me once again so that I’m on all fours, head facing the wall. He gives my hip a squeeze and I wiggle with the anticipation of feeling him inside me again. He doesn’t tease me now; he wastes no time in pushing back into me, and the change of position makes it feel almost like a new experience.

  He hits all new angles and new spots inside me, and oh my god, I almost feel like I could come again as he pushes into me. He’s so deep inside me, filling me completely. He moves in and out of me in slow, deep strokes.

  “Billy?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I seem to remember you once asking if I prefer it rough,” I say, as I twist to look at him.

  “Yeah?” Recognition lights up his face.

  “Let’s have it rough,” I say, and I use my internal muscles to tighten around his cock inside me.

  “Damn!” Billy says, with enthusiasm. “All you have to do is ask!”

  He grabs onto my hips with both hands and quickly increases his pace. He drives into me once, twice, and then—

  Crack!

  He stops just as he’s pulling halfway out, and I
realize what’s just happened. My bed has broken! The angle of the mattress has tilted, but not so much that it’s unworkable.

  “Just keep going,” I say with a laugh. I knew this sex was good, but now I have proof. It’s mind-blowing, earth-shattering, bed-breaking, great sex!

  Billy resumes his rough treatment, pounding into me relentlessly, and, to my relief, my bed holds up. He brings me to one more orgasm — three in one night! — before he finally changes his rhythm, holds tighter to me, and starts to erupt. He cries out as he pushes into me. He squeezes my hips in his strong hands and I hear his breathing catch. I feel his cock pulsing deep inside me and I hope he’s feeling every bit as good as he’s made me feel tonight.

  19

  "You need to get back tonight, don't you? To be with Tommy?"

  Billy props himself up on an elbow and sounds reluctant when he speaks. "Yeah, I do." He runs his warm palm along the curves of my body. I can feel his eyes on me. "When can I see you again?"

  See me again? The fact that he's asking this, and asking this so soon after we have sex goes against my assumption that his goal was to have me as a conquest and then move on. I fumble words as I try to form a response, but he interrupts.

  "I'd like to take you out on a proper date. We've kind of done things backwards and I'd like the chance to make it right. To treat you as a gentleman should."

  "A date?" I say helplessly.

  "Yes, Kate, a date." He trails the backs of his fingers across my bare stomach, gently tickling me.

  "Billy, I just got out of a relationship. A bad one.”

  He speaks again before I have a chance to protest too much. "I understand that, and I can be patient. You know I don’t mind taking things slow.” He pauses to run his tickling fingers down to my hips, reminding me of all the slow, delicious things he’s just done to me. My skin tingles under his touch.

  He laughs quietly and looks adorable, and I suddenly realize I'm about to break his heart. From the look of him — giant, and gorgeous, and built like a god — I'd assumed Billy had women whenever he wanted them. I assumed he wanted me for sex, to even things out after I'd been a tease, and then I assumed he'd be moving on. But the way he's talking… He wants a relationship, and that's not something I ever considered to even be on the table.