I take a deep breath and open the door. “I’m right here, but I think it’d be best for me to grab my stuff and head home.” I conjure up the words, managing to keep the emotion from clogging my throat. I’d pat myself on the back, except that would not help matters right now.
“Why? Ezra is going back downstairs, or his eyes are going to be permanently glued shut.” There’s anger in Parker’s tone.
“Yep, I’ll just be downstairs. See you two later.” He turns around whistling. Neither of us says a word. My arms are crossed over on my chest, and I’m trying to stay as emotionless as possible, but it’s not happening. Parker studies me, no doubt reading what I’m trying to hide.
“Shit, Nessa, I’m so sorry. If I knew they were coming, I would have warned you. Ezra and my mom are known to butt into every aspect of my life without warning.”
“Wait, did you saymom? I thought—” I stutter. “I thought that was a different type of female.” I wiggle my eyebrows, the need to cry abating. Now I’m going to deal with a whole other set of reactions when it comes to the man in front of me.
“What? Fuck, no, babe. I get that you don’t know me that well, but I would never, scout’s freaking honor, I’d never, ever do that to any woman, least of all you.” He moves towards me. My fight-or-flight instinct is in full effect. I walk backwards. His hand moves, cupping my cheek, traveling towards the back of my neck, to hold me in place, not to hurt me. Nope, it seems Parker is all about protecting me.
“I wasn’t sure what to expect. It was so weird. One minute we’re completely fine, then the next a woman is calling out for you. I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions.” I close my eyes for a second, trying to gather my wits.
“You’ve got not one single fucking thing to apologize for. You don’t think if roles were reversed, I’d be thinking the same thing?” He dips his head, licking his lips as he does, and I think I’m finally about to feel what his mouth can do to mine.
“Parker! I’m heading to Ezra’s. Call me later, and for goodness sake, next time, I’m meeting Vanessa!” I giggle.
“Fucking finally. I’m going to kiss you now, then I’m going to show you exactly what I wanted to do with you had you taken a shower with me.” He kisses me. No, scratch that, Parker Hudson takes me, effortless coaxing my lips to open, tongue sliding inside, and controls our first kiss. Nearly five days later, after sleeping together this whole week, I finally get what I wanted, and it was well worth the wait.
SIXTEEN
Parker
One taste of her lips,and I’m fucking consumed, ready to get on my knees, rip her panties off, and take from her. Nessa’s scent invades my senses, begging me to taste her, which is exactly what I’m going to do. “Up, babe. Taking you to bed,” I mutter against her lips. “Don’t fight it. I’m not weak. If it gets too much, I’ll tell you.” Vanessa was gearing up to challenge me, but I’m shutting that shit down. I cup both cheeks of her ass, fingertips sliding beneath the shorts that make her ass look that much more amazing, squeezing and pulling her closer towards my aching cock.
“Parker.” I’m unamused at the thought of letting her mouth go. We’ll be lucky to make it up the flight of stairs and to my bedroom before I taste more than her lips.
“Fuck, the way you say my name in that breathless tone, Nessa. It only makes me want you more.” My hands pull her closer, allowing her to feel my length pressed against her pussy. The thin fabric covering her center would be no match to me ripping them off her body. A quick tug on my own fabric, and my cock could slide right in, especially with how wet she is. The heat on the tips of my fingers as I move them inward, spreading the cheeks of her ass to get as close as possible, attests to that.
“Hurry.” Her fingers tug at the strands of my hair at the nape of my neck. Good thing she’s as desperate for me as I am for her.
“Almost there.” I can see the door to my room, almost cursing the fact that so many stairs are involved. The only good thing about this equation is that every step and jostle gives both of us a tease of what it would feel like if she were flat on her back or pressed against a wall, my cock sliding through her slick folds, making sure it works her clit as her wetness coats my length.
“Shirt off.” We’re finally inside my room. My legs meet the edge of the bed, which is still a rumbled mess from us waking up. Shit was hitting the fan, and I can’t believe I fucked up and didn’t tell anyone Nessa would be staying with me. What happened is a sign to take my keys back from Ezra because this has his name written all over it. He likes to conspire with Mom to make my life harder.
“Pants off,” Vanessa responds as I toss her onto the bed, watching as she bounces and lets out a giggle. It doesn’t take her but a split second to get up on her knees with little to no effort, hands closing around the hem of my shirt she’s wearing, slowly sliding it up one delicious inch at a time.
“I wasn’t looking to fuck you today, Vanessa. I take them off, I can’t guarantee that won’t happen.” She doesn’t seem to mind, not when the slow seduction she is currently tempting me with comes to an end, and she whips the cotton shirt over her head, allowing me to take in her beauty. A blush hits her cheeks, not from embarrassment or shyness. Oh no, Vanessa is full of pent-up desire.
“You act like I’m not the one who has all but thrown herself at you. That first night should have given you that inclination.” She arches an eyebrow. All bets are off now. My eyes take in the rest of her body, not that I haven’t looked. Believe me, I have. I’ve also felt her, the way she doesn’t have a single fucking problem not wearing a bra, her nipples tightening anytime I so much as brush my hand against her heated skin.
“Oh, you’re going to get it now. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I push my sweats off my hips, stepping out of them as she drops to a hip, tits bouncing as she does, pink-tipped nipples tight, and damn, her fingers are working at the waistband of her boy shorts, about to bear her body to me.
“I can’t wait.” The fabric barely leaves her before I’m grabbing her ankles, pulling her until her legs drop over the side of the bed. I crawl up and settle my hips between her legs. I’m going to take my time, taste every delicious inch, starting with her lips. I don’t bother responding. With every breath she takes, my chest rasps against her chest, feeling her tight, pebbled tips as my mouth seeks hers while I hold her head in the palms of my hands, slanting my lips across hers. She allows me to take over. The dominant side in me peeks its head out, wanting to take my time but also hurry all at once.
“More,” Vanessa breathes into my mouth. My cock glides along her slit, wetness coating me along the way. She hikes her legs over my hips, and I feel her feet dig into my lower back.
“Patience, Nessa, patience.” I move away from her lips and coast down the slope of her neck, stopping at her collarbone. I know exactly what I’m doing. It’s her tick, the one that has her lifting her hips, attempting to notch her pussy at the head of my cock. I pull my hips back. I’d love nothing more than to slide deep inside her, but that’s not happening until I get a taste of her sweetness right from the source. I lick, nip, and suck enough to leave a light bruise on one collarbone before moving to the other, matching the marks.
“No,” she grumbles when I move further down her body, my cock leaving where we both want to be so much. I can wait, though. Vanessa, maybe not. Instead of responding, I wrap my lips around a nipple and pull it in deep, until my tongue has it suctioned to the roof of my mouth. She squirms beneath me. Her hands that were holding on to the messy sheets beneath our bodies move to my hair, tugging and gripping. The nipple I’m not lavishing with my mouth, I use my fingers on, pinching and pulling, trying to emulate what I’m doing on the other side. With the way she is moving around, it won’t be long until her patience is shot. Either that, or she’ll come without me using my mouth on her cunt. A thought I’ll be saving for a later date. I’ll see if she can come from nipple play alone.
“You want more, babe? I’ll give you more.” I move to her other nipple, allowing the air to do its job on the wetness I left in my wake, knowing that the sensation will only have her needier and greedier than what she already is.
“Says the man who won’t lower his head further or give me his cock.” She arches her back. That’s when I leave her nipple. It seems my kitten is letting the claws come out, getting mouthy. If I had planned this any better, I’d be lying on my back, her thighs on each side of my face, licking her from clit to ass, seeing just how much of a dirty girl she can be, all while she takes my cock to the back of her throat.
“Next time, I’m going to give you something to do with that mouth of yours, Nessa, maybe with my cock, maybe with one of my ties,” I tell her as I kiss a path down the center of her body, stopping here and there to lick or softly bite the skin of her stomach.
“I’ll take your cock. Not so sure you want a thousand-dollar tie ruined by my mouth.” I lay my forehead on her lower abdomen, breathing her in, soft earthy scents mixed with the underlying tones of coconut.