Or maybe it’s just Parker’s touch that has that effect.
“Bésame.” It’s a desperate plea, and I’ll hate myself for it later, but in this moment that doesn’t matter because I can’t think past the desire to feel Parker’s mouth on me.
He cups my cheek with his free hand and tilts my face to his, and then he’s crushing his lips to mine. The kiss is hungry and demanding and when his tongue skates along the seam of my mouth, seeking entry, I yield without hesitation. He deepens the kiss, his tongue mating with my own in a dance that has my hips rolling, my pussy rubbing against his muscular thigh in search of sweet salvation.
Parker groans into my mouth and the sound reverberates through every muscle and tendon in my body as I lose myself in his touch.
When he finally breaks off the kiss, I’m gasping for breath, but God bless his stamina because he keeps going, trailing open-mouthed kisses across my chin and down the column of my throat as I tip my head back and take what he’s offering.
“You taste so damn good,” he says, lifting my skirt and gripping my ass with those large, capable hands.
And even though I should tell him to stop, I don’t.
Because he was right. I am enjoying this.
With his palms planted firmly on my ass, he pulls me closer, sealing our bodies together.
My eyes drift closed and I concentrate on the feel of Parker’s long, hard cock resting snug against my belly. On the way my body tightens with need every time he touches me.
“Eyes on me, Shorty.” Parker hooks his fingers in the waistband of my underwear and I have no choice but to comply with his command. “I want to taste you,” he says, gaze dipping low. “All of you.”
My pulse spikes and a hot blush spreads across my cheeks.
I’ve never given oral sex much thought. I haven’t needed to—until now.
Just because you haven’t tried it, doesn’t mean you won’t enjoy it.
True, but it’s just so…intimate.
As if sensing my hesitation, he asks, “Have you ever had your pussy licked, Sutton?”
The sound of my name on his lips is nearly my undoing, but I harden my jaw and shake my head.
“Let me be the first,” he rasps, lowering his forehead to mine. “I promise to make it so good you’ll never look at BOB the same way again.”
I nod—because I’m aroused and curious and dammit, I can hookup with whoever I want whenever I want.
Parker drops to his knees and when he looks up at me, there’s something like reverence shining in his eyes. He pulls my panties down, his calloused fingers scraping over my outer thighs, and I suck in a breath.
I’ve never been shy or self-conscious about my body. I’ve competed before thousands of people in form-fitting leotards that leave little to the imagination, and still, my knees lock as he lifts my skirt, revealing my most intimate parts.
“Relax, Shorty.” He slips a hand between my legs, gently nudging them apart. “I’ve got you.”
My core throbs with anticipation as he gently massages my thighs, and when his knuckles graze my slick folds, he hisses. “Christ you’re wet.”
And because I’m awkward AF, I blurt out, “So far, you’ve got nothing on BOB.”
Parker chuckles, his breath warming my skin.
I’m about to make another snarky comment when he leans forward and licks me right up the center.
Stars shimmer behind my eyelids andholy-mother-of-God,why didn’t I try this sooner?
My body sings as Parker repeats the move and circles my clit with the tip of his tongue.
Coño. I take back everything I said about his ineptitude.
The boy has clearly learned a few new tricks and if he keeps that up, I’m going to come all over his face.
