When Sparks Fly (First-Responders Book 1) (5 page)

“Sorry, but I’m not giving anyone a free show.” He whispers to me as he lets me down.

Just then, the Hummer pulls up. Seth opens my door and helps me in. Walking swiftly to his side, he leans in and grabs tip money from the center console.

“Grazie,” he tells the valet and then winks at me. Well, at least I know for sure he’s into me.

Here’s to hoping this is going to be a very long night.

“Your place or mine?” Seth asks as we pull out of the restaurant parking lot.

“Well, which is closer?” I lick my lips and put my hand on his thigh. His leg twitches, and I feel his muscles contract as I draw my fingers up and down.

“Mine it is then.” He turns and does a slight double back. It takes less than five minutes, and we’re pulling into a gated, luxury apartment complex. Driving around to the backside, he reaches to the overhead console and presses a button, raising the garage door to his spot.

Out of instinct, I duck my head as we pull toward it. “Wow! Tight fit much?”

He slowly turns his head to me and curls the right side of his mouth up as he turns the key off. “We’ll find out soon enough, won’t we?”
More with the innuendos.

I can’t wait a moment longer. I unbuckle my seat belt and climb across the console, right onto his lap, placing one knee between the console and seat and the other between the seat and door. I settle all the way down onto his very apparent erection. He palms my breasts with both hands as I go for his mouth with gusto. He sucked on a peppermint after we left the restaurant, and I can taste all of the minty flavor as I slide my tongue into his mouth. Our lips slide across one another’s as our tongues dance in unison.

I start to grind myself on his lap, and Seth slides his hands around my body and down my back. Gathering my dress up, he grabs ahold of my ass with one hand and a hip with the other, controlling my movements, and prolonging the sweet torture.

I lean back, pressing myself deeper into Seth as I stroke myself on his hardened length. His hands gravitate back to the front, one residing on my chest, the other sliding two fingers into my mouth, which I greedily suck. Arching my back as a moan slips out of my mouth, I inadvertently honk the horn in the process.

“Oops! Guess the Hummer’s as horny as we are.”

Seth chuckles at my comment. He opens the door, and I wrap my legs around him as we exit. Pressing a button on the wall by the door leading inside, he closes the garage door and then the door leading inside. He lets me slide down his body once we make it to the living room. I do my best to stand on trembling legs.

“Just a quick tour then, huh?” Seth points around to the kitchen, bathroom, and etcetera. “Now, why don’t we deal with this.” As he grabs the hem of my dress at the hips, I hold my arms up for him, ready to be disrobed. He lets out a long whistle as the material passes over my perfectly waxed pussy. “Jesus Christ!” he groans. “You haven’t had panties on all night?”

“Nope,” I say from behind the gathered material. He continues to pull up and has to give a little tug when he gets to the top. My tits burst forth, sagging to my chest just marginally. “Oopsie. Guess I forgot my bra, too.” I bite my nail as he throws the yellow material onto his couch.

“Fuck. Me. Sideways.” Seth steps forward and leans into me, taking first one, then the other nipple into his mouth with a quick suck and pop on each. “These are the most mouth-wateringly perfect tits I’ve ever laid eyes on, Macy.”

I grab the top button on Seth’s shirt and start undoing them, one by one. Reaching the bottom, I pull up to remove the rest of the material from his slacks and start peppering his gorgeous, muscular stomach with little nips of my teeth. He slides his arms out of his shirt as I unhook his belt. After sliding the clasp of his slacks apart, I drop to my knees, using my teeth to grab his zipper and slowly drag it down. The bulge pressing forward against my lips is impressive.

Grasping two belt loops, I glide his slacks to the floor. He steps out, leaving him standing model-perfect in just CK boxer briefs. To say I’m turned on would be a gross understatement. I run my hand up and down along the protruding outline of his cock behind the deep blue material. He grows even longer, the head now peeking out of the top of the elastic of the briefs. Unable to restrain myself, I give it a quick lick with just the tip of my tongue and feel him flinch.

“Tease.” He looks down at me with those deep, chocolate eyes. “Come here.”

He offers me his hand, and we walk over to the large, leather sectional. He takes a seat sinking down and forward slightly. He lays his head on the back cushion, and motions me over. “Step up here. I want to taste that beautiful, smooth pussy.”

I’m not about to deny
anything
Seth wants, or that I desperately need for that matter, so I quickly climb up over his body. Grabbing my curvy hips, he pulls me down greedily onto his face. He runs his nose up my glistening center before suddenly taking my clit between his covered teeth and sucking… HARD.

“Shit!” My whole body shivers from the shock.

He slaps my ass before locking onto both cheeks with his hands. Pulling me down entirely onto his mouth, he slides his tongue in as deep as it will go. I grab a full hand of hair and start grinding my pussy on his lips, his perfectly trimmed facial hair tickles my inner thighs and drives me forward to what is obviously going to be a…

“Holy fuck, Seth!” My legs give way, and he is forced to hold me up on his own. What felt like a small tingle starting in my stomach a moment ago suddenly, and forcefully, erupts into a mind-numbing orgasm as I feel his finger slide in between my cheeks and press against my asshole.

“I’ve never come that fast in my life,” I mumble as I slide down his body and settle onto his lap. I take his hand and put it on my chest. “Thank you.”

He takes his other hand and wipes his mouth, licking what is left of me off his fingers. “Trust me; the pleasure was mutual. So, what’s next?” His eyes are full of mischief and lust as he palms my breasts and begins tracing my peaked nipples with his thumbs.

I look down between us, and I hadn’t even noticed that a sizeable portion of his manhood is now protruding above the waistline of his briefs. I lean forward to press my aching breasts against him and then drag myself down his body and across the length of his cock.

Settling between his knees, he lifts his hips for me as I grab the elastic waist to peel him out of his last remaining scrap of clothing. My eyes bug out of my head when he’s completely freed.

“Dammit, Seth. That’s no cock. That’s a fucking firehose.” My hands tremble as I hold him with both. With my fingers laced together, my thumbs barely meet when I wrap them around it. He’s got to be pushing ten fucking inches long, too. I feel the slickness start to run down my right leg; arousal beating out the mild panic.
Do I even dare try?

Placing my mouth on the top of the head, I run my tongue around it. I taste the salty precome from his arousal at my statement. Sliding down, he’s so thick that I can just barely get past the head, so I flick my tongue against the underside, eliciting a lustful, deep moan.

From out of nowhere, I feel my mouth spread further, and my teeth drag down along his shaft as an unfamiliar hand pushes on the back of my head. I gag and pull back as the tip touches the back of my throat.

“Wow, Seth. She’s a real pro.”

“What the fuck?” I’m shocked as hell when I hear another male voice. When I look up, I see that both of Seth’s hands are now behind his head. I scramble to my feet and grab my dress, doing my best to shield my naked flesh behind it.

“Dammit, Robbie. You’re such an ass!” Seth flips him off as he walks out of the room. Apparently, he didn’t see him come in either.

“I’m so sorry, Macy. That’s my, um, roommate, Robbie. He has no understanding of boundaries.”

“I think it’s best if you just take me home please,” I say, visibly shaken as I finish pulling the dress back on and sliding back into my sandals.

“It’s okay. I’m sure he won’t bother us again tonight.” He tries his best to coax me into staying with his smooth voice.

“No. That’s just too much for the first time. I need to go home. Now.” I’m already standing by the door leading out to the garage. “Or I can just catch a cab. Maybe that’s a better idea.” I begin digging in my purse for my phone.

“Uh-uh. I’ll take you.” He starts to throw his clothes back on and grabs his keys. We head to the garage, and he tries to follow behind me to the passenger side, but I stop him. “I can get it myself,” I bite out at him.

The ride back to my place takes fifteen minutes and is spent in complete silence. As soon as he pulls up to the curb, I’m opening the door. “Macy, I’ll call you.”

I don’t even bother turning around. I push the door closed and high-tail it up the sidewalk and into the safety of my home.

Dropping my purse at on the entry table, I dig my phone out and shuffle in a daze to the security of my comfy, oversized living room chair. I slide the screen up, bring the ‘recent calls’ list up and select Rachel. Two rings and she answers.

“Hey babe! So how was the date? Was he…”

I start to sob into the phone.

“I’ll kill that som-bitch! What did he do to you?”

I can already hear her shutting her front door. A few more seconds and I hear the engine on her Mustang roar to life.

Still sniffling, I respond, “It was so embarrassing, Rachel. We were, well… he had already… and I was just starting to suck… his roommate put his hand on me.”

“Unlock the back door. I’ll be there in two minutes.”

She hangs up the phone, and I know she’s driving like a bat-out-of-hell. I unlock the rear door and then go back to the phone and text her.

Me: Could you grab a bottle of something STRONG first? Xoxo

Rachel: You got it babe

Ten minutes later, I’m still in the shower when I hear her knock lightly on the bathroom door. “Can I come in?”

“Of course.”

“There’s a bottle of whiskey in the living room with two glasses waiting when you’re done. Now, you wanna start this here, or in there?”

I turn the water off and pull the curtain back.

“Jesus, Macy, you’re still shaking.” She hands me my towel, and I wrap it around my body, tucking the edge in to hold it in place. I grab another towel and wrap my hair up.

“Yeah, but now it’s not the shock. I’m. Pissed.”

She follows me out to the living room. I plop down as she unscrews the lid on the bottle of whiskey and begins to pour it into the glasses. She pushes one glass towards me, and I just look up at her like,
really?
She gets the hint and adds a few more sloshes.

Picking the glass up, I let the scent invade my nostrils before bringing it to my lips and turning the glass up. The amber liquid burns its way down my throat and hits my stomach, creating an instant feel of warmth.

“Spill it,” she finally barks out as I finish the first glass.

“Well, I had just finished having the most mind-numbing orgasm from being eaten out while sitting on his face. I’d slid down and was just starting to suck his cock, which by the way is
fucking huge
, when it happened. I could barely get more than the head in. Then all of a sudden a hand was pushing on the back of my head, forcing him all the way to the back of my throat. From out of the blue, another male voice started saying something like “she’s such a pro” and I freaked out.

“His roommate had walked in on us and forced me down. Seth wasn’t exactly pissed at him either. I mean he kind of made some remarks, but it seemed more playful than anything. Dammit, I was so looking forward to getting fucked, too.”

I look over at Rachel, and I can tell by the way she is holding her mouth; she’s trying her damnedest not to laugh.

“Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. Me?” I all but scream at her.

She rolls onto her side on the couch, clutching her stomach, laughing in fits.

“It’s not funny, dammit.” I pout, not getting the support I was hoping for.

“Well, it kind of is, Macy.” Rachel is still lying on her side giggling, just not as much now.

I grab the bottle and toss it back, not even bothering with the glass. “So you think it’s okay for another guy to just barge in while you’re going down on your guy?”

“Well, it could have been.” She winks at me.

“Rachel!” I know exactly what she’s insinuating.

“Hey, don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it. Two dicks are twice as much fun as one!” Rachel’s all smiles, and I can tell from the far-off look in her eyes that she’s reminiscing about something from her past.

By the time midnight rolls around, we’ve all but finished off the bottle of whiskey and Rachel is in no condition to drive. We head to the bedroom, and I grab her a pair of sleep pants and a shirt. I’m snuggled deep under the blankets when she falls into bed. My eyes flutter closed before I can remind her to turn off the lights.