“Thank you. We’ll have Giacomo Conterno Barolo Riserva Monfortino,the 1955 if you have it, and for the appetizer, we’ll have the roasted tomato bruschetta with pancetta.” The waiter nods. Meanwhile, I arch my eyebrows, letting Parker know what I think about him ordering for us without asking if I have an opinion. Not that I’m picky, but I do like to attempt to ruffle his feathers. He sees what I’m doing, much like he always does. It doesn’t faze him. Parker is completely unbothered. He exudes control in every aspect of life—at work, in bed, when we’re in public. It’s in everything he does.
“We have the 1955. I’ll go put your order in and return with your waters. If you’ll excuse me.” Emilio’s chef is known for his flare of new ideas, new daily recipes, which keeps me begging to come back with my parents on each birthday. I’m also starving, so while I should be annoyed that Parker ordered for me, I’ll bite my tongue because food is my priority.
Parker nods his head, letting the waiter know that he agrees. “I should have reserved us a booth. Remind me the next time I suggest we eat out that you were right.” Most women would take the opportunity to say ‘I told you so’.I’m not going to; it’s not necessary. The way he’s looking at me, licking his lower lip, tells me all I need to know. Losing his hand when the waiter approached our table felt like losing his presence even though he’s sitting right across from me. I’m out of my seat without a second thought, moving into the chair next to his. His face tells me he likes that idea, and so do I.
“Much better.” I cross my legs. The hem of my dress slides up, showing off more thigh than I’d be comfortable with if it weren’t for Parker devouring me with his eyes, let alone when I watch as he places his palm on top of my thigh, wiggling his fingers until he has them right where he wants them. There’s one thing about Parker Hudson: he always gets what he wants.
TWENTY
Parker
“Hands and knees, Nessa.”Dinner was awkward at times, but Vanessa didn’t let it bother her, and neither did I. The moment we walked through the door to my house, we shed our clothes as we rushed up the flight of stairs, I watched as Nessa became completely bare to me, the scent of her body permeating the air, making me want to take my sweet time in tasting the wetness I’m sure is coating the lips of her pussy. Now we’re in my room, my eyes locked on how she’s crawling up the bed exactly how I like her.
“Don’t make me wait, please.” She arches her body, pushing her ass towards me, humbling me with the way she gives herself to me so freely. I drop to my knees behind her, smelling that tantalizing scent straight from the source as I blow a puff of air against her wet cunt. The glistening of wetness paints her outer lips and the inside of her thighs. I watch as her body quivers, not responding to her plea. I’m going to make my presence known when she least expects it, or until I can’t wait any longer. Knowing myself, it’ll be me who caves first.
“Parker.” The sweet way she’s begging for my lips, tongue, and fingers has me cup the globes of her ass, pulling them a part. Vanessa likes the rasp of my tongue along her forbidden entrance, loves the way my thumb will press in until her body gives way and it sucks my digit inside. My tongue slides out, lapping a circle around her clit, teasing the fuck out of both her and me. I could have her coming in less than two minutes, and I will this first time. I flatten my tongue. Taking her from behind like this gives me all the room I need while allowing Vanessa to focus on nothing else. The only thing she has to do is chase her orgasm and keep her pretty thighs spread while I fuck her with my mouth. I get the taste of her I’ve been dying for all night.
“Parker, don’t tease me.” She rocks her body, asking me to flick my tongue along her clit. Another thing I’ve learned about Vanessa—the woman has no problem being vocal or telling me exactly what she likes, how she likes it, or when she likes it. I stop at the entrance to her cunt, thrusting my tongue inside her, mostly for myself.
“Hmm,” I hum against her core before I pull out and then lick the rest of the way until I’m tonguing that sweet forbidden entrance. The way she pushes her ass back, my dirty girl likes her ass played with. One day soon, my cock will be sliding in and out of her tightness. A toy attached to her pretty clit to make her orgasm skyrocket.
“Fuck me, God, fuck me, please.” It’s hard to deny her when she begs so prettily. I lick her from clit to ass one last time before getting off my knees. My cock is hard and ready, thickening with every taste I’ve gotten of her, pre-cum leaking from the tip.
“You ready for this, baby? Ready to feel us skin to skin, no more latex between us, just my cock and your pussy, my cum coating your pretty cunt?” I grip my length, squeezing it and pinching the tip to stave off the need to come the second I’m inside her.
“Yes, damn it, Parker. I’ve been ready. No foreplay was necessary. I’ve been dripping wet for you all night.” This morning, Nessa asked if I would be opposed to getting rid of condoms. She had just finished sucking me off, swallowing my cum down her pretty mouth, when she mentioned she was on the birth control patch, which I had noticed on her lower back off to the side. I’d just gotten tested, the results being handy, when I had my yearly physical, and for life insurance purposes, tests are mandatory. Nessa didn’t have hers, but I knew with her working in the hospital, there was no doubt she was telling me the truth. My cock was rock hard the minute we agreed upon it, but she needed to go home, get ready for us to have dinner together tonight. My dumb-ass idea. I could have fucked her in the kitchen, against the counter, her bouncing on my cock as I fed her dessert. We’re definitely not going out again in the near future, not until some of this thirst calms the fuck down, at least.
“The foreplay was for me. I haven’t had your cum on my tongue in nearly twelve hours. My marks have already started to fade, and by the end of the night, they’ll be back.” My hand glides around her hip, sliding until it’s lying flat against her lower stomach. My other grips my cock, lining the head with the entrance of her pussy. I want to bring her up, until her back meets my front, so I push her knees down further on the bed, spreading her wider for me.
“Well, as delicious as it was, this is what I’ve been waiting for.” She backs her ass up, taking my length deeper. I’m having a hard time remaining composed. I swear I can feel every single flutter, the soft wetness sucking greedily at my cock until it’s delving deeper inside of her.
“Goddamn, Nessa.” I’m completely seated inside her. The rippling of her pussy tightens along my cock. My hand travels up the length of her middle. She gets the hint, body coming up until I can reach her collarbones. My mouth immediately attaches to one, and her body immediately responds. Her flesh pebbles, there’s a hitch in her moan, and the way she’s rippling along my length, it won’t be long until I can’t hold back.
“Parker, more,” she pleads. I keep my mouth attached to her collarbone, hand sliding up until it’s in the center of her chest. My hips rear back, and I take her body. The sound of us together, the heavy breathing, the wetness that meets me with every thrust, and the slapping of skin.
“You ready to come for me, babe?” I ask, feeling that damn tingling at the base of my spine. I’m not necessarily ready to come, wishing I could prolong this a bit longer. That’s not going to happen, not this time at least, probably not the next time either.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, then she comes on my cock and pulls me right along with her.
“Fuck, Nessa, you’re everything.” I detach my lips from her skin, whispering into her ear as my cum unloads inside her cunt. This woman is going to be everything, and if it meant playing dirty in a bidding war to get here, I’d do it ten fucking times over.
TWENTY-ONE
Nessa
“I’m a horrible friend,”I tell Millie on the other end of the line. I’m just getting off work, the first of working night shifts for the next three days. It was supposed to be a twelve-hour shift, but it quickly turned into nearly fifteen. The nurse who was relieving me called, frantically apologizing. Her babysitter bailed on her last minute, and she was scrambling. I was understanding. There’s no way I was going to be upset after last week, when I needed to be covered, and the nurse who was late probably covered my shifts as well.
“No, you’re not. You didn’t go dark. We texted the entire time you were sick and even when you weren’t. I’m still sorry I got you and Parker sick.” What I thought could be a pregnancy scare from my best friend ended up being a virus. That still doesn’t account for her not having a period the same time as me, and while I’m a nurse and know things, she asked me to drop it, so I did.
“True, but still. Are you going to be at work tomorrow?” I ask. She works at this cute coffee shop I love, only a few blocks in the opposite direction of my house from the hospital.
“Yep, I’m opening and closing every day this week.” I’ll kill two birds with one stone, seeing my best friend as well as grabbing coffee and a new book to read. The shop has the cutest little bookstore off to the side. Last night, my lunch break was so boring because I didn’t have a book to read. The hospitals cell service is spotty, the Wi-Fi is even worse, and I was too tired to walk down the block during the hour I had.
“Good. If my shift doesn’t run over, I could go for a Millie special. Decaf, though.” I yawn as I walk towards my apartment. Parker wanted to have a car waiting for me when my shift was over. We had words. I won that round. I only live a brisk fifteen minutes away from the hospital. He wasn’t thrilled, but it was a hill I was going to die on to get my way. There was no reason to have a car and driver waiting, today especially. He’d have waited hours for me when he could be doing other things.
“I’d love to see you, you know that. Is Hudson letting you up for air today?” I laugh into the phone. Attempting to go home was funny at best. Anytime I’d bring it up, he’d practically tie me to the bed, wring out another orgasm from my body, and then said if I left his house, he’d only follow me home.
“Barely. Hey, I have a question that you may be able to help me answer.” The end is in sight. Four more blocks, and I’ll be in the comfort of my apartment, able to wash the day away, close my blackout curtains, and pass out.