Page 41 of Spark

Without further ado, Kendrick grabs my hand, and we head into his bedroom, grinning like blushing virgins at each other.

But my grin isn’t an act or part of a role-play.

I’m feeling butterflies in my belly about this plan—about the fact that I’m going to see Kendrick Cook naked and hard, for the very first time, and he’s going to make love to me, like it’s my first time and his.

In the bathroom, we brush our teeth, standing shoulder to shoulder at the sink.

No words exchanged. Only goofy smiles. When that task is completed, Kendrick stands before me with blazing blue eyes and wordlessly peels off his shirt, revealing the stunning torso that’s been making me salivate this past week.

Visibly trembling with excitement, Kendrick turns on the shower. And while waiting for the water to heat up, he peels off the rest of his clothes, until he’s standing before me fully nude with his large dick hard and straining toward his abs.

I can’t get out of my dress without some assistance, so I simply stand before him, stock-still and mesmerized, staring at his beautiful, sexy body. He steps toward me, his steely dick leading the way, and comes to a stop mere inches away.

He kisses me, gently, the tip of his hard cock budging up against the fabric of my dress, and my knees physically buckle with anticipation.

Breathing hard, he turns me around and unzips me, and then, still standing behind me, he slowly pulls off my gown, planting kisses to my bare shoulders and neck as the expensive garment falls to the floor.

He turns me around to face him in my panties and kisses me again. But when I touch his hard penis and stroke him, he whispers, “I’m way too turned on for you to do that.”

I shudder and release him, at which point he slowly kneels before me, links his thumbs on either side of my waistband, and pulls my panties down to the floor, as slow as molasses, planting soft kisses onto my belly and hipbone as they go .

I grip the top of Kendrick’s head to keep steady, as his soft lips and gentle tongue move lower and lower on my anatomy.

The closer he gets to my pulsing center, the more urgent his kisses become, the hotter his breath against my flesh.

Before Kendrick’s mouth reaches the folds between my legs, however, the bathroom is filled with steam, and he rises and leads me into the large shower that’s plenty big for both of us.

In the shower, we wash ourselves and each other, kiss, touch, caress, and grope.

And when we’re both clean as a whistle, and there’s nothing more to do on the functional side of things, Kendrick kneels before me again like he did outside the shower.

With his palms on my ass, he pulls me into his mouth, and what follows is the best oral sex of my life.

As my groans increase in volume and desperation, Kendrick stays the course without wavering or changing things up.

When it’s clear something is working, he keeps at it, passionately.

I grip his hair frantically as his tongue does miraculous things to my clit, and his fingers stroke a spot deep inside me, a spot that’s turning me downright feral.

I’m basically fucking his face by now, in a decidedly un-virginal way, as my primal instincts overwhelm me and turn me into a she-wolf in heat.

And through all of it, hot water rains down onto Kendrick’s broad back and sends hot steam everywhere.

Kendrick makes a guttural, tortured growl between my legs, and the sound of his desperation tightens my lower abdomen in a way that can only mean one thing.

I’m about to come. In a flash, I feel like I’m waiting in suspended animation.

My innermost muscles clench and ball up, and then gloriously release in rhythmic waves that make me throw my head back and babble a string of curses.

I can’t believe it! What Kendrick did to me in that laundry room wasn’t a fluke. The thought catapults me even further into a state of ecstasy.

Quaking, Kendrick rises from his knees, causing my hands in his wet hair to fall to his broad shoulders.

With a feral look in his eyes, he grabs my face and kisses me so passionately, it’s like he’s drowning and I’m his lifeline.

I stroke his hard dick, simply because I’m dying for penetration at this point.

Aching for it. Willing to murder for it.

But when Kendrick whispers, “No,” I release him like a good girl and await further instructions.

Breathing hard, Kendrick turns off the water and guides me out of the shower, and when we’re both toweled off and mostly dry, he pulls me into the bedroom with urgency.

Now that we’ve toweled off, I can plainly see his dick is dripping with his need.

Obviously, he’s every bit as desperate to fuck me as I am to be fucked.

With a quavering exhale, Kendrick guides me to his bed and lies me down.

“Don’t be scared; I’ll be gentle,” he chokes out.

And suddenly, I remember the role-play. I’m so turned on, I don’t need it anymore.

Don’t even remember why I asked for it now.

But even so, the chance to go back in time and experience Kendrick as my first is too alluring an idea to cancel.

Rather than joining me on the bed, Kendrick heads to his nightstand and opens the top drawer.

Foreplay is over. Every inch of his body telegraphs he’s as desperate for penetration as I am.

I watch him rolling that condom down his hard shaft, my mouth watering.

My body writhing and purring with lust. My brain melting.

I can’t believe I’m doing this with Kendrick.

That he’s naked and hard for me, and I’m watching him rolling on a condom so he can fuck me. It’s surreal.

When he’s all covered up, Kendrick turns off the lamp and crawls on top of me. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers as his skin warms mine. “You’re perfect in every way, Ruby.”

“So are you,” I whisper back, trembling with anticipation.

“We’ll take it slow,” he says softly. “I want this to feel amazing for you.”

I nod, quaking beneath him. Seriously, he’s got a knack for this role-play thing, because I swear, I feel so much anticipation and excitement, this might as well be my first time for real.

“Can I touch between your legs?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll be gentle.”

My breathing is shallow. “Okay.”

As the tip of his covered dick presses urgently against my thigh, he begins kissing me, more and more passionately, languidly touching my clit. Soon, I’m purring and undulating underneath him, feeling so turned on, I can’t help widening my legs and jerking my pelvis in an extremely sexual manner.

“Can I put my fingers inside you?” he whispers in a shaky voice.

“Yes. Yes.”

Kendrick slides his fingers in, slowly, whispering, “Does this feel good, baby?”

Baby. He’s never called me that before. Not once.

Cutie, babe, sweetheart. I’m used to all of it.

But somehow, baby hits different. Like a bolt of lightning.

“So good,” I choke out in a strained, desperate voice.

I’m doing a terrible job at my side of the role-play, I know, but I can’t help it.

I’m hanging on by a thread. I’ve never felt this turned on in my life.

With a low groan, Kendrick positions his cock at my entrance. “Ready?” he whispers.

I nod furiously and grip his ass, making him shudder.

“You have to say yes for me, sweetheart.”

“Yes. Fuck yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.”

With a shaky exhale, Kendrick slowly burrows himself inside me, and I whimper from relief and pleasure. After all the foreplay and anticipation, the bare sensation of his cock inside me is causing my eyes to roll back into my head and my toes to curl.

“Oh, God,” Kendrick grits out. “You feel so good. Oh my fucking God, Ruby.” He takes a deep breath. “Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”

I grip his ass and squeeze in desperation. “Fuck the role-play. Fuck me, Kendrick. Fuck me hard.”

“Oh, thank God.” He begins gyrating on top of me, and within seconds, I feel like I’ve been sling-shotted into the blazing sun.

As he fucks me senseless, he kisses me voraciously.

Whispers that I feel so fucking good, it’s like the pleasure is blurring his vision.

He grips my hair and nips at my cheek, jawline, and ear.

And all the while, he fucks me like I’ve never been fucked.

Like he’s a drug addict and I’m a line of cocaine.

Until I’m so consumed with lust and pleasure, it’s like my brain has melted and my body, feeling pleasure, is all that’s left of me.

As Kendrick’s thrusts become more and more energetic, as his body invades mine deeper and deeper and with more and more gusto, he slides one of his talented, sexy hands against my cheek.

And that’s it. All she wrote. At my greatest sexual fantasy coming true, my body short-circuits and every muscle in my core spasms and warps with a body-quaking release that feels more like a seizure than an orgasm.

I cry out in pleasure, bucking and jolting against Kendrick’s warm skin on top of me. And as my body milks his cock inside me, Kendrick loses it with a deep roar that sends me even higher into a state of rapture.

As he comes inside me and my own pleasure spikes and fades, I clutch Kendrick’s smooth ass for dear life, reveling in every sensation. And when we’re both done jerking and groaning, he collapses on top of me, his breathing ragged and his skin soft, warm, and sensual against mine.

“Jesus Christ,” he whispers after a long moment. He’s still inside me, so I wrap my legs around him and hold on tight.

“Pretty good for your first time,” I tease, sending us both into laughter.

“Pretty good for your first time, too. You really have a knack for this, babe.” Chuckling, he slides off me and pulls off the condom.

“It’s exciting to confirm the laundry room wasn’t a fluke,” I admit.

“Of course not. You’re easy peasy.”

Sighing happily, I stroke his arm. “I feel like a new woman. I feel high.”

“Me, too. The high part. Not the new woman part.”

“I’m so glad we’re flinging like this. We’re geniuses to do this.” I giggle. “The rest of the band would crap their pants if they knew.”

“Oh. So, this is a secret?”

“It has to be. How can things go back to normal afterward, if not?”

He flushes. “Yeah. I see what you mean.”

I scoot close and run my finger across his abs. “Thank you so much for showing me what my body can do. I love you so much.”

Fuck.

That felt weird.

But why?

I’ve told Kendrick that before. Lots of times.

After we won a Grammy for best new artist, our whole band couldn’t stop blurting “I love you guys so much!” over and over again to each other, for the rest of the night.

But right after this man has fucked me into oblivion, and when we’re still lying naked in bed, nose to nose, the phrase suddenly feels like it’s taking on a whole new—and forbidden—meaning.

Feeling panicked, I quickly add, “You’re the best friend and fling partner a girl could ever hope for.”

Kendrick presses his lips together. “You, too. You’re a gem of a best friend. My all-time favorite person.” With that, he kisses my forehead and whispers, “Good night, cutie. ”

“Good night, my darling.”

With a loud exhale, he closes his eyes, signaling he’s checking out now, and I stroke his face and forehead for a bit while studying his beautiful face in repose.

It’s a good thing Kendrick and I didn’t get together when I stupidly went to surprise him that weekend.

If by some chance he had said yes to me and been my first, for real, if he’d fucked me back then even half as well as he just did, then nothing would be as it is now.

Kendrick and I wouldn’t have lasted, because Kendrick never has long relationships, and neither do I.

Also, I wasn’t equipped to handle a fling back then, the way I am now.

So, when things went south for us, he would have ruined me for anybody else. And then what?

Kendrick’s face turns slack underneath my fingertips. His breathing is slow and rhythmic now. The handsome boy who just fucked me better than anyone else, ever, is fast asleep. And thankfully, I’m adult enough now to realize everything’s worked out, exactly as it was meant to be.