FLAME (Spark Series) (6 page)

“Is that so?”

“Yup,” I respond, popping the
p
.

“Well, shit. I doubt I have a chance in asking you out then?”
He smirks.
Well, he’s blunt.

I chuckle at his words, but I try to hold it in so he doesn’t see past my façade.

I grin as I let him down easy. “Nope. No chance. Sorry.” I collect the money off the bar and fold it nicely in my purse. I turn to see him still staring at me.

“I’ve never met someone like you before,” he says quietly, yet with sincerity.

“Someone who doesn’t rip their panties off right away when they see you?” I grin, knowing very well I
am
that girl.

“Someone so guarded. You use sarcasm to respond to people.”

“Gee, thank you, Dr. Phil, but I’ll skip the psych session for today.” Now he’s just annoying me. The little banter we were having was fun, but now he’s analyzing me, and that pisses me off more than anything.

“What’s your name?” he asks, changing the subject.
Jesus, this guy is like night and day.

“Why’s it matter?”

“Just curious. Nice to have a name to a face.” He grins playfully. I furrow my brows at him, trying to figure out his play.

“Carissa,” I finally say.

“That’s bloody beautiful.”

“Yeah, well, my mother was high and my dad was drunk. The nurse named me,” I answer honestly, completely unexpected. It just came out.
Shit…now he’s going to want details and ask wishy-washy get-to-know-you questions…

He leans back a moment as he contemplates what I’ve said.

“Never mind me. Sorry.” I lower my head, pretending to look for something in my purse. I’m never nervous around guys, but somehow in the ten minutes I’ve known him, he’s already knocking down walls.

“I’m Drew Finlay, by the way,” he says, offering me his hand.

I stare at it blankly before taking it in mine. “Nice name.” I grin as our hands reluctantly release. “No horrible back story on how you got it, I suppose?”

“No, nothing that even comes close to yours.”

Smartass.

“Figures,” I snort. “So aren’t you ignoring your parade of buddies over there?” I nod my head to the loud, cheering section the bar has now accumulated. 

“Nah, they don’t even know I’m missing. They’re too busy getting pissed and dribbling over the hot cheerleaders.”

I bust out laughing, trying to get used to his British slang. I point at him. “Is this where you tell me you’re gay? You don’t like watching hot cheerleaders shake their asses in short skirts?” I tease.

He playfully lets his eyes wander up and down my body before resting his eyes back to mine. “Nope, definitely not gay.”

“That was practically assault,” I joke. He shrugs as if to say he wasn’t sorry about it, either. “So what’s your story?”

“I don’t have a story, not much to say.”

“Well, you must have
something
. Where are you from? What are you doing here? Likes? Dislikes? Give me something.”

“Ohh…you want all the good stuff, huh?” he mocks, grabbing for his beer.

“Sure. Whatever you wanna give me.” I eye him curiously, admiring his stunning eyes.

“I’m actually here on a college scholarship. I play Football.”

“Shit. That sounds hot.” I smile at the thought of watching shirtless, sweaty hotties playing on the field. “Er…I mean hard.”

“It is. It’s hot
and
hard.” He rolls his tongue, making each word sound seductive and dirty. “I played Rugby back home, but was offered a Football scholarship. So I took it.”

My body quivers at just the thought. Hot and hard has never sounded so amazing…

“I’m actually here on a student visa. I’ll graduate in the spring.”

“Then what?” I ask.

“I’ll go back home to London where the rest of my family is.”

“Oh, so you’re like a foreign exchange student?”

“Something like that. The college is paying my tuition so I’ll play on the team.”

“Wow…not a bad set up.”

“Not at all. It’s been brilliant. I’m actually sad just thinking about having to leave.”

“Hmm…maybe I can help make it more memorable for you…”

“I bet you could.” He eyes me again, taking another sip of his beer. His signals are all over the place. I never take the time to talk to a guy or get to know them. His answers are sincere and honest, making me wonder what this guy is really about.

“Well,
Drew,
it was nice chatting. But I have to drive home now.” This is usually their cue for them to ask me out, or for my number. And usually I just bring them right home with me.

“Alright.” The smile from his face fades a little.

A wave of sadness comes over me as I jump off the barstool. Part of me feels sad that he doesn’t fall for my
obvious
signal…which is so unlike me. I never have any expectations when it comes to men.

“Bye, Drew,” I say, softer this time. Yet, he continues to sit on that damn barstool.

I walk out to my car, depressed and confused that I just wasted an hour on a guy who apparently has no interest in me. I jiggle my purse to find my keys. “Fuck, where are they?” I continue shaking my purse as I’m quickly swung around, unable to grasp what the hell is happening.

I’m pressed against a hard body before I realize it’s Drew. “Guess we can add stalking to your capabilities and criminal record,” I tease just before he cups my face and brings his mouth to mine.

The kiss was—so unexpected and so damn amazing all at once. My purse drops from my hand before I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him tighter against me. The kiss is sweet, but eager, as he pulsates his tongue in and out of me, massaging our tongues together in desperation.

I can feel his erection as he pins me against the car, pressing his body into mine. I so desperately want to reach down and grab him. I want to feel what I do to him, but his body is so large and hard, I hardly have room to move.

He breaks the kiss slightly as his lips move down my neck and back up to my ear. “You taste even better than I imagined,” he growls. “A blend of sweet and tangy.”

I swallow, unable to make words come out. He kisses me once more on the cheek before his body weight is suddenly gone. I’m left leaning on my car, alone, and wondering what the fuck just happened.

7

I’m still blown away by Drew’s sudden attack on my lips. He left without so much as a goodbye or a
here’s my number
. I don’t know why it bothers me so much, but it does. One moment I’m sad, wondering if I’ll ever see him again, and the next I’m pissed off that yet again, a man has staked their claim on me and then just bailed.

Ugh…what the hell is happening to me?
I don’t think about guys. I dream of sex. Of multiple orgasms. But I
don’t
think of guys as anything more than just that—a way to get off.

But Drew…yeah, he’s different. He’s a blend of sexy meat layered with a sense of entitlement. He knows he’s hot—he has to know. His muscles are practically popping out of his tight t-shirt. And I’m pretty sure I even saw some ink under those sleeves. Had he given me more than two minutes, my hands would’ve wandered up those arms and felt those muscles.

Ugh…dammit.

Must get Drew out of my head.

“Fuck this shit,” I yell at myself. I waltz back into the bar, searching for him through the crowd that’s gotten rowdier since the next game started.

I spot him near the back, laughing with his friends as they continue watching the game.
I stalk over, grab him by the arm, and drag him with me into the back hallway.

“Feisty little thing, aren’t you?” I let go of his arm once we make it down the hall where it’s quiet. “Fucking hell, you’re strong.” He rubs his arm with his hand.

“What the hell was that?” I demand.

“I should ask you the same thing, Doll.” He eyes me curiously, not giving away his thoughts.

“Do you typically go around kissing girls like that and then bailing? Or am I the exception?” I realize I’m practically yelling at him, demanding answers, but I don’t care. He’s messing with me, and I don’t like it.

He thinks for a moment before responding. “I suppose you could be the exception to many things.” He grins, roaming his eyes up and down my body again.

I’m dumbstruck and bewildered by him.
Fuck it.
I grab his face in my hands and force his mouth back on mine. I’m not ready to leave his lips just yet—I need more.

He happily reciprocates, wrapping his arms around my waist as he backs me up against the wall behind me. The kiss isn’t sweet and tender like before, but rather needy and aggressive. The intensity is overwhelming, but I give in and let him take control of the kiss.

His hands roam down my ass and thighs, lifting my legs up as they wrap around his waist. He pushes hard against me, making me throb in between my legs as I feel his erection against me.
Shit, he’s hard.
I so desperately want to submit to my knees and take him in my mouth, but I don’t just yet. I’m too mesmerized by his mouth, his taste, that nothing else seems to matter but getting more of him.

“Oh my god, Drew…I want you. I want you right now,” I whimper out. There’s no point in beating around the bush. I want him so fucking bad.

“What do you want, Doll?” he asks, not parting our lips. “What can I give you?” he asks again softly.

Jesus…the sound of his voice is so fucking captivating.
Panty-dropping, heartbeat-skipping sexy.

“Come home with me. Please.”

What the hell…I’m begging now?
I don’t beg men. But shit…I’m ready to beg for him. I guess there really
is
an exception to certain wants.

“Lead the way.” He smiles, reluctantly dropping my feet to the floor. I don’t say anything else as I grab his hand and lead him back to my car.

The entire ride home is tense. The build up, the want, the eagerness of his mouth all over me—I can barely drive straight.

Luckily, the bar isn’t far from my apartment. As soon as I unlock the door, he pushes me in, slamming the door behind us.

He grabs my arm and pulls me against him as we stagger around the living room, tearing pieces of clothing off. I flip my shoes off and hear one bang against a wall piece.

“Oops.” I giggle at the sound.

“Hope that wasn’t important.” He laughs.

“Right now…I couldn’t fucking care less.”

I lead him into my bedroom and get a good look at him.
I am a lucky bitch right now.
Jesus Christ…why is he so damn hot? Seriously…I’m about to combust from just staring at him.

His abs are perfectly sculpted, so firm and sexy. He has a little scruff on his face, enough to tickle my face. His arms are buff, and I can tell he’s definitely in shape from playing Rugby and working out. He has tattoos on both biceps with one side running into his chest. It’s stunning just to look at him. I’m practically drooling before I’ve even had a chance to ride him yet.

“Well…are you going to take what you want from me or just continue staring at me?” He flashes a cocky grin as he walks backward to the bed. His knees bend and soon he’s sitting on the edge in just his briefs.

“You are a cocky son-of-a-bitch, aren’t you?” I fire back, slowly walking toward him in just my bra and panties. “Normally, I don’t let men talk to me like that.”

“I guess I deserve some kind of punishment then, huh?” He raises an eyebrow, challenging me.

“Oh…you’ll be punished, that’s for sure,” I promise. “Lay back,” I demand as I reach him. “All the way.”

He smiles as he complies, putting his hands behind his head with an amused grin. He thinks I’m going to straddle him and take him that way…oh, how wrong he is.

I always get off. And I
will
get off first. Lessons learned from previous flames.

I straddle his waist, but don’t stop there. I continue until I’m sitting on his face, giving him just enough room to breathe.

“Make me come,” I demand. I bend my body over, leaning my hands on the mattress above his head.

I expect him to argue with me or make a cocky remark, but he doesn’t.
His hands come out from behind his head and he grips my thighs hard, pushing me closer to his mouth. He fingers my panties, pulling them to one side before diving his tongue into my wet cunt.

He takes me by surprise, starting aggressive and forceful, but hitting all the right spots. His tongue doesn’t quit until an orgasm fires through me, making my legs quiver around him.

“Oh my god…Drew…yes…” I mumble out, unable to form a coherent sentence. “Fuck, yes.”

I roll my hips with the rhythm he’s set. Another orgasm hits me, harder than the last. It’s so intense, I’m not sure I can stand it. He presses two fingers inside, giving his mouth a break.

But not for long.

Soon his tongue rejoins, licking and suckling as his fingers do the rest. He has my legs pinned down next to his face as I try to maneuver out of his grasp. The sensations riveting through me are so intense that I can’t take it any longer. I want him inside me to finish, but he’s not releasing his hold.

“Drew, baby. I want
you
inside me…now!” I demand. I’m supposed to be in control here.
How is it I’m on his face, yet he’s controlling the rhythm?

“Not yet,” he says in a deep growl. “You taste…so fucking good.”

The way my body responds to his voice is no secret. I orgasm twice in a row, but before I can come down from it, he flips me on my back. His mouth finds mine, making me taste exactly what he’s talking about.

“What do you want, Doll? Tell me,” he commands.

“I want you inside me, now,” I beg.
Beg?
God, I’m pathetic. And desperate.

“Inside where?” he seductively asks, biting my lip as he watches me quiver underneath him.

“If I really have to tell you, you might need a lesson or two,” I quip.

He smirks. “Just checking. Never know with a girl like you…you might like some real freaky kinky shit.”

“Who says I don’t?”

“Guess we can explore that later.” He grins. I reach over to my bedside table and pull out a condom. He reaches for it aggressively as he bites open the wrapper. I watch as he shimmies his briefs off and rolls the condom on.

My eyes bug out at how hard he is.
Damn.

He rolls his body back up against mine, kissing me softly as he forces himself inside. My mouth releases from him as I gasp at the sensation. He’s thick, almost too thick. But God, does it feel amazing.
He
feels
amazing. I let my body adjust to his size before my hips sync with the rhythm he’s set.

“I see you have a few secret tattoos.” I see him smile. “I’m going to have to explore those later.”

“I have a lot of secrets I’d like you to explore.”

“Jesus, Doll…you feel even better than you taste. I didn’t think that was going to be possible,” he growls.

My body arches up to greet his, demanding more. He catches on quick as he pushes harder and deeper inside me.
Yes…this is exactly what I need.

I claw my fingernails into his biceps, pulling him closer and deeper inside me. He rests his forearms on the mattress by my head as he continues pushing inside me, harder and harder with each thrust.

He lifts up on one arm, grabbing my leg with his hand. He forces it on top of his shoulder, pushing deeper than I could’ve imagined possible. The pain mixed with pleasure of him knocking my cervix with each thrust is enough to send me over the edge.

“Oh, shit…” I scream out. My legs are impressively flexible, so it doesn’t hurt, but good god, does that feel incredible.

“Fuck, Doll…” He squeezes my breast, pulling it lightly. “You make me want you so fucking bad. I can’t get enough,” he moans, pressing his lips to my neck. “You like being a tease, don’t you?’

“I’m only a tease if I don’t satisfy you. Am I satisfying you, Drew?” I ask with amusement. The smirk on his face tells me I am. “That’s what I thought.”

“You’re a feisty one…I’m not sure I’ll be able to handle you.” He grins as he takes his hand and pulls my leg up even higher. The sensation is too much, he’s so deep, and I can hardly function if I don’t get off soon.

My head falls back as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced ripples through me. I scream out his name as I dig my nails deeper into his skin, not even caring if I’m drawing blood.

“Fucking hell, Doll…” he growls as he finds his own release, jerking inside me one last time.

He collapses on top of me completely, kissing my neck as I pant. “You know my name isn’t Doll, right?” I ask with amusement.

“Of course.” He smirks. “Cassie.”

“You ass,” I spit out. He laughs, and before I can fight it, his mouth is pressing against mine, taking it in slow, sensual kisses.

I surrender to his touch as I taste him, unable to get enough of his lips. They feel soft and tender, but aggressively assaulting me in a pleasurable pain. His body weight is overpowering, but I don’t care at the moment. Having him in my bed has been the best experience.

Oh shit…best experience?

Errrrr...

“Get off,” I snap.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, worried.

“Well, for starters, you’re crushing me.”

“Oh…sorry.” His eyes are glazed over, looking satisfied and content. He roughly moves off me. I suck in air, desperately needing to clear my head.

“You don’t seem the cuddly type,” he begins, leaning up on his elbow to face me. “But just in case, do you need to?”

I laugh, reaching in my drawer for another shirt. “Do I
need
to? Wow, you’re a real charmer.”

He chuckles nervously. “Well, most girls are needy after sex. I just want to make sure you’re being taken care of, that’s all,” he responds sincerely.

Ahh yes…the sensitive type.

“I am not
that
girl,” I snap. “I don’t need your snuggles and little midnight chats. You’re free to go.”

I reach in another drawer, pulling out a pair of yoga shorts. I pull them over my feet and adjust myself, so I’m presentable enough to walk him to the door.

I turn around and see his stunned face. “What?”

He shakes his head, smiling. “You are
definitely
not like other girls.”

“I thought we established that already.” I stand by the bed waiting for him to get my signal to leave.

“Well, are you the kind of girl who lets a guy call? Or was I just a one-nighter?”

“You’re very blunt,” I snort. “Sure, whatever. You can leave me your number if you want to.”

He inches to the side of the bed and stands up. He walks toward me and lifts my chin with his finger.

“How come I have a feeling you won’t be using my number, Doll?”

“You’re the
brains
, aren’t you? College student and all?” I quip.

“Well…getting smacked around on the field often may have altered that,” he teases back, not loosening his grip on me.

“Here…let’s do this. I’ll give you my number. Call me if you want. But if you don’t…I know where you work. I’ll come back for you,” he promises, looking deep into my eyes.