Page 2 of Spark (Lust & Luster)

Dante

T his is a nice wedding, as far as weddings go.

And my partner in the bridal party is distinctly above average.

Tom had described Aryanna as a beautiful, dark-haired woman, but that was an understatement.

Aryanna is stunning—with gorgeous rivers of long, dark hair, hazel eyes that allow you to see into her soul, and the most beautiful full lips that I can only imagine wrapped around my dick.

It probably didn’t help that I met her coochie, as she called it, before I really met her, but her full breasts, straining beneath the corset, beg to be licked, sucked, and pulled. She has a body made for sin.

The women look a little silly in their bridesmaid dresses, and I know they’re hot on this humid day. The weather was not what we expected for this weekend, but true to her word in the limo—no complaints from Aryanna.

Every time I find myself standing close to her, I want to lick her cleavage. And she has this sultry laugh that makes my dick hard.

We’re at the reception now, waiting for the wedding party to be introduced.

When the DJ says our names, Aryanna hooks her arm in mine, and we walk in together.

We do a few dance steps, and she smells of lilacs, a scent both simple and complex.

Just like I see her. I have this urge to explore and discover all of the places she’s placed her perfume.

A little while later, as we settle in for dinner—sitting next to each other again—she asks me about what I do in San Francisco.

This is where I’ll shine.

“I’m the CEO of a technology company. We just received our first round of angel funding for $5 million, with the promise of more if we meet certain markers.”

“Oh, that’s interesting,” she says. She leans in, and I can see down into her cleavage. I’m completely at her mercy. “What can you tell me without violating confidentiality agreements?”

“We’re starting an ethically sourced gemstone company that cuts out the middleman,” I explain. “We’ll sell direct to the public, but also to jewelers and designers.”

Her eyes grow wide—like so many women’s do when they think about gemstones. I try to play this next part cool, because I don’t want to come off as a total asshole. “My family left us certain…assets that gave us a unique start in the industry.”

“Why did you decide to get venture capital funding rather than just, say, a bank loan?”

“We’re going global. The best stones, the rarest pieces, the kind of treasures people gasp over.

I’m talking beaches in Australia, mountaintops in Sri Lanka, back rooms in Tokyo.

If it’s rare, I want it. We need funding to collect those stones, but we also need it to set up and work our business plan so we can produce and sell the stones.

There’s a heavy technology component, and that’s where the venture capital fund is key. ”

“How many brothers do you have?” she asks. “And are they all involved in the business?”

“I have three brothers and a sister and they are involved. We have a team, and one of the great things about the venture capital fund we went with is their really strong technology component. They’ll help us make sure we’re successful. After all, it’s their investment, too.”

“That’s a good idea. I assume you need gemcutters.”

“Let’s just say I know the best in the world—and I like to keep them close.”

She nods.

“Who will do the traveling to get all of these stones you plan on collecting and reselling?”

I don’t want it to sound like I’ll be a road warrior… “Initially, I’ll do a tour to go to the sources. I want to make the decision on the quality, and I want to be sure they’re ethically sourced.”

She takes a sip of her Hotlanta—jalapenos, lime juice, gin, simple syrup, and club soda—and I’m completely enthralled.

“Have you ever shopped for gems before?” she asks.

I lean in and run my nose from her collarbone to her ear. “I know more about diamonds than the typical man.”

She leans back and smiles. “So that must mean you know the differences in clarity and color.”

I shoot her a look. “And I know what cuts that make a woman’s heart sing.”

We’re interrupted by Tom’s parents who stop by our table to thank us for everything we did today to make the day special.

A little while later, I convince her to dance, and I try talking dirty to her. “Don’t you want to come back to my room?” I ask.

She shakes her head and smiles. “Not particularly.”

“You know that little spot right there between your breasts?” I gently touch the top of her cleavage.

She looks at me like I dare you . I f you go any farther, I’ll kick you in the balls.

“That’s the perfect crevice for my cum.”

She laughs, and one of the other groomsmen cuts in. He winks at me, as if he thinks he can sweep her off her feet. She smiles and laughs, and I realize she’s been doing the same thing to me. Giant. Flirt. But it only makes me want her more.

I dance with one of the other bridesmaids. I can’t remember her name. By the end of the second dance, she whispers her room number in my ear and invites me up later.

Doubtful . She doesn’t hold a candle to Aryanna.

It takes a while before I can dance with Aryanna again, but when I do, I manage a slow dance. I hold her close, ignoring the fact that this makes her ridiculous hoop skirt fly in the air behind her. I can see her pulse racing in a vein in her neck.

“I wonder what your nipples taste like dipped in champagne,” I muse.

She gives me a sultry laugh. “I don’t think we’ll ever find out.”

Every time, she shuts me down. None of my standard moves are working on this woman.

I feel like a cat. If you ignore them, they’ll wind themselves through your legs and want all the attention. She’s not giving me any attention.

Even so, the wedding is actually quite fun—and it isn’t just Aryanna. Tom and Alicia have done a few crazy things—including a choreographed dance—and the band is really good. Everyone attending is fun. I’m happy I came out for my college roommate’s wedding.

As the evening winds down, we send the married couple off to the honeymoon suite, and some of the wedding party makes their way to the hotel bar.

Some of the women are changing into more comfortable outfits.

Aryanna waves goodbye, and I hear her tell the woman who gave me her hotel room number that she’s heading up to bed.

There’s no way I’m letting her out of my sight.

“Can I walk you to your room?” I offer.

“As long as you know you’re not getting past the threshold.”

“A gentleman will take whatever he can get.”

“I didn’t think you were much of a gentleman,” Aryanna purrs.

We get on the elevator, and I step in close to her. “I’m a gentleman all right. I make sure the lady always comes first—at least once—and I like it hard and very wet.”

She gasps in surprise and her lips call to me. I lean in and kiss her. It’s hot and aggressive, our tongues tangling, and my dick is hard as a rod.

The elevator pings its arrival on her floor, and I follow her out to discover her room is right across the hall from mine.

“My room’s here,” I tell her.

“Have a good night,” she says.

“Don’t you need some help getting out of that contraption?”

She looks me over and bites her raspberry-pink lips. “I might.”

“Why don’t I just grab something from my room, and I’ll be right behind you.”

She raises a brow, and I love that her dirty mind went there.

After what seems like an eternity, she nods. “You have two minutes. After that, I’ll rip the silk, and I won’t need any help.”

I race to my suitcase, grab three condoms, and I’m back out the door before her arbitrary two minutes have passed.

I slide into the room behind her and kiss and nuzzle the side of her neck. “Let’s get you out of those clothes and into bed.” I slide her zipper down, enjoying the view of her back.

She lifts her arms as I gather the silk in my hands and lift it over her head.

She’s not wearing a bra, but the corset is ivory, and satiny as her skin.

She has a hint of a tan line just over the top of her breasts.

I stand before her, kissing her slowly, undoing each of the five catches on the corset.

Her full breasts, with large, dark nipples, reveal themselves as the silky corset and hoops slide down her legs to the floor.

Her thumbs hook into the sides of the bloomers, and she turns around, showing me her glorious ass.

I can see a slight glisten between her lips.

Now she is naked, save her stockings and shoes.

“Nice outfit.” I admire her body again, the finely toned arms and legs, her flat belly, her tight and firm buttocks. Out of all that, her eyes are the loveliest.

She giggles. “You seem to bring out my inner wanton slut. I feel so wicked !”

Holding onto my arm, she bends over and removes one shoe, then the other, then slowly peels off each stocking, tossing them in a ball onto the pile of her dress and hoop contraption.

My attention is on her breasts, which are swinging divinely with each motion.

I’m pretty sure I’m grinning like an idiot when she looks up at me.

“What, Dante?”

“I just love seeing you naked.”

Aryanna chuckles. “I need to wash off some of the sweat from this very hot day.” She turns at the bathroom door. “Care to join me?”

Wiggling her hips in a very attractive way, she steps inside the shower, and I quickly remove my own clothes, leaving the condoms on the bedside table.

The bathroom is full of steam, and the water cascades over her curves.

I stroke myself to release some of my anxiousness and so I don’t finish before we start, and then I open the door and step in.

Her wet, soapy hands cover my pecs as she looks deep into my eyes, and then she begins to explore me.

She examines the tattoo on my shoulder. It’s a pair of doves—a symbol of my parents.

She kisses it softly, and my heart melts a little, wondering if this will be a one-time event.

She hands me the soap, and I cover her in suds, my fingers prodding and exploring as I go. Eventually my fingers slide deep into her folds, circling the hard nub.

“Come on my hand,” I demand.

She grips my forearms and groans with my name on her lips. She moves to drop to her knees, but I don’t want that. “I want to come inside you,” I tell her.

I rinse her completely and step out of the shower. I don’t have a condom right now, and I want to be inside her when I blow my load.

“Do you mind if I quickly dry my hair?” she asks. “In this humidity it will never dry otherwise.”

“I’ll wait for you.” I lean down and kiss her.

It’s hard to part from her, and I expect my hard-on to collapse, but it doesn’t. I can see into the bathroom as she dries her hair. Fuck, is she beautiful, and I don’t even think she knows it.

When she’s done, she walks into the room so quietly that I hardly hear her.

She sits on the bed and opens her legs.

I slide off my chair and onto my knees before her.

She scoots her bottom closer to me, spreading her thighs, which are warm and soft and smelling of soap from our shower.

Taking her left breast in my hand, I flick my tongue out, licking and sucking, the tip roving over her dark nipple.

I move to the right one a moment later, and she leans her head back and moans.

I look up at her. “I missed a spot….” My face tilts back down, and I trail my tongue between her pale tits, down to the tanned skin on her belly, past the second pale patch, and to her center.

I give her a series of licks starting at her navel, letting my tongue travel up a little bit, then move my face down fractionally and repeat the motion lower.

Aryanna’s head is still back, and she moans again when my mouth reaches the top of her strip and moves downward. “Fuck…”

I want the nectar below. I move down and curl my arms around her silky smooth thighs from underneath, letting my tongue part her lower lips, savoring the juices and their sweet taste.

Her sighs, sultry and low, fill my ears. “Oh, oh, oh, oh, Dante, baby … Eat my pussy, baby!”

Her back arches when I move to her clit, letting the tip of my tongue play along its length.

Her ass slides almost to the bed’s edge, her thighs spreading wider.

Taking her clit into my mouth, I suck, inserting two fingers all the way to my palm.

I move them in and out of her in time to each suck on the delicate nub, driving louder groans of passion from her lovely throat.

Her hands move to my head, grasping it tightly, fingers curling in my hair.

My face is shoved into her, and I’m awash with her juices.

Moving back, letting go of her clit altogether, I pump my fingers rapidly, fingerfucking her hard and fast. My cock is trembling with need, my desire to fill her pussy.

“Fuck… fuck !” Aryanna throws her head back as her orgasm erupts from her, unleashing sweet, musky juices to soak my fingers and hand.

I remove my fingers and plant my face onto her cunt, concentrating on her clit, licking and sucking as fast as I can manage, eager to claim the delicious fluid for my mouth and tongue, not wanting to waste a drop on the carpet.

Her orgasm subsides, but the quivering I love doesn’t.

“Ah, fuck, Dante, that was incredible….” Her fingertips, only recently clutching my hair and pushing me into her, now are stroking and caressing my face, brushing away the fragrant moisture on my cheeks, before kissing me again.

She gives a low moan of satisfaction and looks down, past her pale, magnificent breasts.

“Thank you…” She puts one hand under my chin and lifts my face. “Stand up for me.”

I stand to my full six-foot-three, my straining hard-on pointed straight at her.

Aryanna giggles. “You ready to fill me with your beautiful cock?” She sits forward and encircles me with her hand, fondling my balls with the other. “Help me decide something…” She strokes my cock slowly, as if to keep it interested in the journey instead of the destination.

“What, my beautiful?” I want to be inside her, pussy or mouth, and the slow strokes draw me closer.

She smiles slyly. “Dante, what do you want? Should I just jack you off on my tits, or let you fuck them? Or….” Her grin is filled with lust.

“You could just fuck me here on the bed.” She pants softly and leans forward to run her tongue over the tip of my cock, swirling it over the head languidly. “Tell me what you want.” Her eyes bore into mine, luminous and covetous in the best way.