I thread my fingers through his hair, silently begging for more as I angle my hips toward him.
Parker seems to understand, and he licks my pussy with vigor, his tongue doing things that should probably be illegal.
I never want this to end.
I rock against his mouth greedily as he licks and sucks and then he’s sliding a finger inside of me, pumping in and out as I spiral toward climax, each thrust driving my pleasure to new heights.
When he slips another thick digit inside of me, I’m not sure I can take it. My body is wrought with tension and the need to come is riding that fine line between pleasure and pain.
Torment and ecstasy.
Heaven and hell.
The sensation is too much and not enough, and if I’m not careful, it’ll split me in two.
“That’s it, Shorty.” Parker curls a finger toward my G-spot and bears down on my clit, relentless as his thumb massages the sensitive little bundle of nerves. “Come for me.”
The orgasm strikes hard and fast and I cry out as the first wave of pleasure crashes over me, drowning out any sense of modesty I possess.
“Good girl.” Parker’s voice is strained, like he’s fighting for control, but I can’t think about that now because another wave of pleasure slams into me and my muscles contract around his fingers. “Fuck. The next time we do this, it’ll be my cock you’re squeezing with that tight little pussy.”
Aftershocks roll through my body and my legs are shaking so badly it’s a wonder I can stand.
When the last dregs of pleasure subside, common sense comes roaring back.
Did I really just let DJ Parker go down on me? In public. Against a church.
I’m going to get arrested for public nudity or indecency or whatever they call it, and then I’m going straight to hell.
I make a mental note to say ten Hail Marys before bed.
Better make it twenty.
Parker slides my underwear back in place and climbs to his feet, a self-satisfied smile on his sexy face.
“I can’t believe I just did that,” I say, adjusting my skirt. “And I swear to God, if the words ‘I told you so’come out of your mouth right now, I can’t be held responsible for my actions.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it. My skills speak for themselves.”
Yeah, they do.
I turn to go and he slips an arm around my waist, attempting to pull me in for another kiss.
“What do you think you’re doing? This,” I say, gesturing back and forth between us, “changes nothing.”
“Are you serious? This changes everything.”
“No, it doesn’t. This was fun, but now we’re even.” Or as even as we can be, all things considered. I force a smile, striving for confidence, though I feel like I might shatter into a million pieces at any second. “An O for and O.”
“Shorty, we’re nowhere near even.” Parker’s eyes go dark in the dim light of the moon. “I still owe you a proper fucking.”
A nervous laugh bursts from my lips. “I’m good, thanks.”
Liar.
“I told you. I like to be the one doing the chasing.” He drags a finger across my cheek and over my lower lip, reigniting the flames deep in my belly. “I won’t stop until you’re on your back screaming my name with this snarky mouth of yours.”
A thrill races up my spine.“That’s never going to happen.”
