by Misti Murphy
“Hmm.” He hums as he narrows his blue eyes on me for what feels like way too long. “We’ll see.” Turning to Bree, he pulls her in for another hug. “We are still going to talk about this, but I have to go to work.”
“See you next week,” she calls as he heads back along the path the way they had come before she pushes up on her tiptoes and presses her mouth to mine. “That was really thoughtful. I think he might even respect you a little for it.”
“I’m serious about you, which he needed to know. Otherwise he would have no reason to think you’re important to me.”
“Hello, gorgeous,” Dutch croons as he throws his arms around me and pretends to hump my side. Phew. Thank fuck he didn’t catch up to us a minute earlier. Dutch’s antics wouldn’t have gone over well with Cal.
Bree’s green eyes grow round. She probably recognizes him. Otherwise she’s wondering why some burly guy has decided to throw himself at me. “Are you going to introduce me to your friend, Assassin?”
I roll my gaze to the blue sky above. Heaven help me, he’s the last person I want to introduce to Bree. The man is a terrible flirt and the idea of him trying it on, even playfully, with Bree irks me. Especially since I’d caught Cassie trying to seduce a drunk Dutch into our bed at one point. Not that he’d ever do anything like that, but the idea of Bree flirting back kills me. “Dutch Daniels, this is my...”
Bree’s eyes grow even wider. The amber flecks in them grow warmer. We’ve been dating for almost two months now. Spending all our free time together. Is she my girlfriend now? I hope so. I want her to be, but does she want that? Her lips curve up encouragingly. “This is my girlfriend, Bree Jackson.”
“Girlfriend?” Dutch looks shocked. Almost like he doesn’t believe me.
“I’m his girlfriend.” Bree’s smile grows big, so big. She likes me calling her that, and that makes my chest buoyant.
“Yeah, she’s my girlfriend.”
“Yeah, man, I got it the first time,” Dutch says. “Are you going to join us for a game, Bree?”
“Absolutely.” She kicks off her shoes and tosses her purse onto the grass with them before snatching up the ball Dutch dropped and taking off running.
“I can see why you like this one. Pretty and fun. She seems down to earth,” Dutch says before he takes after her.
What he means is she isn’t stuck up, waiting on her perfect paycheck to sweep her off her feet. No, she’s no Cassie that’s for certain. She’s so much more. I can’t stop grinning as Dutch chases after her and she ducks and weaves and sends the ball sailing back my way. Damn, she is everything.
***
I can’t stop kissing her. Her hands push my shirt up and claw at my back as our tongues thrust against one another. Every step as we climb the stairwell to her apartment is marked by a nip, a lick, a suck, a bite. After we finished playing football and said goodbye to Dutch, we’d spent the afternoon ducking into second hand shops. She’d found a ruby cloche circa 1920s, and her smile was electric as she jumped up and down before racing to the counter to pay for it. It hadn’t left her head for the rest of the afternoon or during dinner. And she looked so fucking cute. My girlfriend is adorable.
I grip her ass and lift her up and she wraps her legs around my hips. My heart is hammering so fucking hard. I like everything about her. More than like. Maybe it’s too fast, but I’m falling for her, hard. And I don’t mind at all. We trip up the last couple of stairs and I twist to take the brunt of the wall as she thrusts her tongue deeper into my mouth and whimpers needily. I love the noises she makes when she’s frantic for more, but I love kissing her, drawing out every teasing moment. Twisting around until her back rests against the wall I keep kissing her until she’s grinding against my hard on. “We should go inside before I start undressing you right here.”
She breaks off our kiss to hunt for her keys. Her tits rise and fall breathlessly. Gorgeous tits that make me think of donuts. Plump and sweet, and perfectly iced with their hard, pink nubs. I’m going to peel her out of her unicorn T-shirt and get my mouth on them as soon as we’re inside.
Turning the lock with her keys, she glances at me. Her mouth is shiny and slick from our kisses, her eyes glazed. She pushes open the door. “I have to tell you something.”
“What is it, babe?” I adjust my plans for her tits to give her time to tell me what she’s thinking first. Then I’ll squeeze and play with those beauties until she’s all worked up and moaning for me to slip my fingers into her cunt.
Gripping my shirt, she pulls me into the apartment before closing the door. Her bottom lip gets caught between her teeth. I want to tug it loose with my lips.
“You’re my boyfriend,” she says. “I almost can’t believe how much I liked it when you called me your girlfriend earlier.”
“Well, you better get used to it.” I wind an arm around her waist and pull her against my chest. “Because I like calling you that and I’m going to do it often. Now why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind?”
“It’s about my cookie,” she mumbles into my shirt, so that I’m not quite certain I heard her properly.
“What was that?” I clasp her cheeks and tilt her face to mine. “I’m not sure I caught it.”
“I want to have sex with you,” she says. “We’ve done everything else but have sex and I really want to, but I haven’t...” She sucks in a deep breath as she takes a step back and expels it in a flurry of words. “I’ve never done the actual deed, and you’re hung. Everyone knows that. I can barely close my fingers around you when we’re fooling around and you’re huge in my mouth, and I just don’t know how... I mean I know how, but there’s no way that...” she points at my crotch “...isn’t going to kill me. It’ll tear my vagina apart. You call it the Pussy Assassin, for fuck’s sake and...”
A chuckle escapes me before I can stifle it. She glares at me, brows curved into mountains of how dare I.
“Babe, it’s okay.” I pull her into my arms and kiss her forehead. “I promise.”
“How can you say that? You can’t be certain. What if I’m too small? What if there’s not enough room for you to fit in there? No one wants their walls painted in vagina splatter.”
“Babe, I’m big, but I’m not that big. I promise you that if you decide to give me your cookie I’ll take the best care of it. As long as we take our time and make sure you’re wet and extremely ready it won’t be a problem. There might be a little bit of discomfort the first time because you haven’t had sex before, but we’re made to fit together. I promise I’ll make it as good as I can for you.”
“Just don’t call it the Pussy Assassin when you’re trying to stuff it into my vagina,” she says. “That won’t help the situation at all.”
“How about Cookie Monster?” Bad idea. No one wants to be fucked by a furry blue monster that yells, “Give me cookie,” and “Me eat all the cookies.”
She wrinkles her nose. “Perhaps not.”
“Definitely not,” I say. “How about we settle on the couch and watch a movie? We don’t have to do anything unless you want to, but I’d love to be the man you give your cookie to. Only when you’re ready, though.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Bree
I’m ready. Even if butterflies are swarming in my belly, and the idea of him fitting inside me makes my mouth dry. I want to have sex with him. I’m almost certain I want to have sex with him.
The credits roll on the movie we’re watching. Well, he might be watching it, I’ve been busy thinking about what it will be like to have Parker’s huge cock inside me. My body is buzzing, like all the atoms that make me up have been doused in energy drink. Parker’s hand on my knee, and the way he’s absent-mindedly rubbing small circles are making me want more.
Intercourse. Sex. Fucking. Screwing. Penetration. Making love with Parker Kent; Pussy Assassin, billboard terrorist, and my boyfriend. Is that what this is? I mean I really, really like him. A lot. More than a lot. I like him like the Cookie Monster likes cookies
.
“What’s going on in that gorgeous head of yours?” he asks, turning off the movie. “Tell me you’re not still freaking out.”
That’s it. We’re doing this. I’m going to have sex with Parker Kent. I am going to let Parker Kent have my cookie. “Only a little bit,” I admit.
“Do you want me to go home tonight?” he asks. “Would that help?”
“No,” I say, pinching my lip between my teeth. “I want you to take me to bed, and I want you to have sex with me. Please. If you don’t mind.” I narrow my gaze on his crotch, which is already inflating. “I know you won’t rip me to pieces with that thing if you can help it.”
“Trust me.” He chuckles, taking my hand and pulling me off the couch. He kisses my forehead and smooths his palm down the side of my face to clasp my neck. “I can help it. We’ll take things slowly, okay?”
“Okay.” I feel like a wimp, but the camera does not add five pounds to his wang. Every crotch shot the public have been lucky enough to receive has been entirely him.
Touching his lips to mine, he picks me up and carries me toward the bedroom. He nibbles and sucks on my bottom lip and ploughs his tongue into my mouth until I’m breathless and struggling with my own name let alone remembering why I was freaking out in the first place.
Parker tosses me onto the bed, and Sirius Black hisses and shrieks as his claws scrabble on the floor on his way out. I prop myself up on my elbows as Parker pulls his shirt over his head and drops it over a bed post.
So much muscle. His muscles have muscles. The way they stretch and bend is fascinating. “Are you going to talk to my vagina? Give her a little speech about how you’re not going to hurt her?”
“Do you think it will help?” His heated grin sends a shiver down my spine like a line of gunpowder that kabooms with a shower of sparks in my panties. He undoes his pants and shoves them off his hips and to the floor. “I’m more than willing to give it a shot.”
I gather the hem of my T-shirt to follow him in this whole ‘clothes off thing’ he has going on.
“Hey,” he says, dropping onto the bed beside me. “I’ve had some serious fantasies today about taking off this particular piece of clothing. Of lifting it over your head and giving these gorgeous tits each a kiss. Are you going to deny me the opportunity?”
“Nope.” I drop the material and reach to the sky.
“Fuck, that’s sexy.” He groans as he peels my shirt and sports bra over my head. “The way they thrust out, ready for me to take them in my mouth.”
He places a kiss high on one while his hand cups and weighs the other. Small wet kisses sizzle on my burning flesh as he moves down to suck my nipple into his mouth. Sensation floods me, drenching my panties, and I gasp at the pleasure. My hands cling to his hair as he pushes me down on the mattress, his hot mouth sucking at my flesh while his hand pinches and plays. When he stops it’s only to lavish as much mouth attention to my other breast. “I’m a huge fan of your boobs, babe. They’re perky and sweet and attached to you.”
“They thank you for your compliment,” I whisper as he kisses the valley between them and winds a magical trail with his tongue to my navel. I rub my thighs together as arousal turns to anticipation.
He digs his fingers under the elastic waists of my skirt and panties and tugs them off my hips. I lift my ass to help, and he shimmies them all the way down and tosses them aside before he kisses the inside of my ankle and follows it up with the hot rasp of his tongue. Again over my calf, and then my other ankle and up to my knee. My thighs start to quiver as he bites and licks a path to the highest peak, but he doesn’t touch me there.
“How are you doing?” He hovers over me to kiss me softly.
His masculine aroma tugs at my vagina and anticipation surges into neediness. I need him to touch me where I’m aching for him. “I need more. Touch me. Please. Touch me.”
“Like this?” he asks as he lies on his side next to me and skims my wet seam with his fingers.
I cry out. My brain blows a fuse. My whole body tightens from his touch. “Yes. Oh yes.”
He curls an arm around me and starts to kiss me. We’re lying side by side, only his Calvin Kleins between us, while he thrusts his tongue into my mouth and strokes my clit before pushing his finger into my entrance. “You’re so wet. So turned on. You wanna come, don’t you, babe?”
Hell yeah, I do. My mouth is busy kissing him and doesn’t want to stop. All I can manage is a nod and a whimper because his thumb is rubbing my clit at the same time he’s sliding his finger in and out of me. I cup and squeeze him through the cotton of his boxer briefs, slip my hand inside and wrap it around as much of him as I can and follow his rhythm. His hips buck to my hand and he groans against my mouth.
“You’re so tight. You’re going to feel incredible around my cock, but I think I should stretch you out first, make sure you’re good and ready for me.” His gaze is warm and full of care. He doesn’t want to do anything I’m not comfortable with.
That turns me on so much more. “Okay.”
He slides another finger into me. Two of them up to the knuckle and then he starts working them slowly in and out, wiggling them inside me, and it feels like he’s touching me everywhere. He fucks me with them until I’m writhing and whimpering, the building pleasure pushing me further and further toward an orgasm. My inner walls spasm as my body bows. It’s quick and intense and turns me into jelly.
“Ready for me, babe?” he asks. “It’s okay if you aren’t. If you’ve changed your mind. If you—”
I slam my mouth to his. “I want this. I want you.”
Climbing off the bed, he grabs his wallet from his shorts and slides out a square foil packet that he tosses onto the bed before shedding his boxer briefs. His cock stands erect and proud as he walks toward me. It’s quite the sight. Pretty in a weird way with its bulbous head and angry blush. Pre-cum dribbles from the tip. I love the taste of him, and the hot velvet feel of his skin.
I stroke my finger along the purple vein that sticks up under the skin. He’s big, though. There’s no doubt about it. And I’m not.
“I’m going to get you all worked up again before I breach your cookie.” He eases over me, and I spread my legs to cradle him. “We’ll take it nice and easy.”
I can feel the swollen crown of his cock at my entrance, and I ache for it deep inside. I can’t help the prickle of nerves at his size, but they fall away as he kisses and touches me, driving me crazy, driving me wild. Until my hips are bucking, trying to take him inside me like I don’t have a say in the matter. My vagina is at the helm. She’s steering this ship. Right onto his cock.
“Gotta wrap it up,” he says, though I know the health status of his member from the doctor’s test results for his insurance plan. He breaks away, quickly tears open the foil packet and rolls it down his length before sliding back between my thighs. “Tell me when you’re ready.”
“I’m ready,” I tell him as I squirm against his cock, taking the tip of him inside me.
He groans and the muscles in his shoulder shake. “Fuck, you’re tight, babe. So fucking tight.”
He’s so big squeezed inside me. Foreign but wonderful. I don’t know if I can take him, but I need to. I can’t fight the need. “More.”
He pushes into me an inch and stops to kiss me long and deep, waiting for me to get accustomed to his penetration before sliding in deeper. I’m so full of him, my body slowly adjusting to having him inside me while we stay still, breathing in concerto. And then he starts to move inside me. The friction is exquisite. Thrust, slide, thrust, until I have to move with him.
“Feel that, Bree,” he croons as he fucks me, his hands in my hair. “You’re perfect for me. Your cunt takes me like it was made for me. So hot and tight on my cock.”
I cry out his name as he pushes me to the edge of something wonderful. My nails dig into his back, feeling every flex as he rolls his hips and surges into me again and again. My inner walls start to clench around him, the sw
ell of pleasure ebbing and flowing, building until it breaks.
“Fuck, I can feel you coming on me.” He groans and the sound rumbles through his chest and through my body. “You’re squeezing my cock so tight.”
I fracture inside, my body singing for him as he takes me over the edge. So this is sex. With Parker Kent. I’m totally a fan. We’re going to be doing this again. And again and again.
He roars as his own climax hits him, his cock pulsing inside me as he comes, and his thrusts deepen before slowing into small rocking motions.
He stays inside me as he smooths my hair back from my face. “Are you all right? How are you feeling?”
“Good.” I cling to him and offer up my lips for his kiss. “That was... Thank you for showing me how good it can be.”
“It should be me thanking you,” he says, slipping out of me and taking a moment to take the condom off, knot it, and toss it in the wastebasket beside the bed before pulling me into his arms. “You gave me your cookie. I’m not going to forget that. It means a lot that you trusted me enough to let me be your first.”
“You’re my boyfriend,” I tell him as I turn and little spoon to his big spoon.
“That doesn’t mean I’m entitled to your cookie,” he says. “I know how lucky I am that you’re even dating me. But this is so much more.”
“It’s not that big a deal,” I tell him. It isn’t like I’ve been holding onto my virginity, so some perfect guy can come along and take it. It just turned out that way. I don’t want to tell him that he might have taken my heart along with my cookie. Please don’t break it.
***
I wake up with Parker still wrapped around me. Both arms are around my waist, and his leg is over mine like he’s trying to climb me. I twist carefully out of his grip. His dark hair is flopping in his eyes. His thick lashes dust his cheeks. He’s so damn gorgeous. And mine.