Cat & Mouse Games (Tempting Mr. Parker)

by Blue, Gia

  “Like that?”

  I nod, unable to speak.

  This time, he laps at me from top to bottom, hole to the top of my slit, gathers all of my cream and then moans while he rolls it around in his mouth. “So good, baby.”

  He goes back for more, tasting every inch of my exposed pussy, leaving nothing untouched. My heat is tongue-fucked, nibbled and tasted like never before.

  I moan and rock against him, pet his head and use the touch to anchor me to this world. Honestly, I’m not entirely sure what I’m saying. Yeah, words come out; but I’m too consumed with pleasure, the potential bliss that’s easing closer, to pay attention.

  Two fingers replace his mouth, filling and stretching me. He turns his mouth’s attention to my clit, wraps his lips around it and sucks while petting the bundle of nerves with his tongue.

  Fuck.

  I pant and writhe, rock against his face, pussy throbbing, aching and demanding my release with each passing second.

  My orgasm is drifting closer, growing with each breath, filling me with the potential. I close my eyes and let my head fall back, focus on what’s coming.

  It’s like the heavens have opened, shined upon me, and the angels are praising his work.

  Not really, but it’s one of those perfect moments, when my body is in tune with his and I follow the rising tide of pleasure, swim along, let the bliss envelope me and shudder with each beat of my heart.

  He sucks and plays with my clit, fingers stroke my G-spot until my cunt is clenching in a rhythm only it knows. Again, again, again.

  He’s not fucking me hard, but slow and sure, working toward an explosive, yet gentle, release.

  My breath is coming in frantic staccatos. That tongue… those fingers…

  I try not to make any noise, keep my passionate response quiet, but it’s impossible. The pleasure is unbelievable and I hear him growling between my thighs, the vibrations just making my arousal dance higher.

  “Fuck, Mr. Parker…” I whisper, whimper and moan, his fingers becoming more demanding with each passing second.

  The sensual, carnal feelings are overwhelming me, taking over and surrounding my cunt until that’s all I am—a big bubble of pleasure that’s about to bust.

  “C-coming…”

  Because I am, right there at the edge, I’m about to fall, and I hope he’ll catch me. I get a few, fast and deep thrusts accompanied by a fierce suck to my clit, and that’s all I need. I bite my lip to contain my scream, and I feel a gush of liquid between my thighs, telling me I literally came all over his mouth.

  Shudders wrack my body, force me to tremble and twitch while my climax sings through my veins. I couldn’t control myself if I wanted to.

  But he keeps up his ministrations, unsatisfied with what I’ve given him, until I come again… and again… body overwhelmed with the bliss he’s drawn from between my thighs. He’s yanked it from me without permission and I let out a low wail of not quite protest.

  The moment the sound leaves my mouth, Mr. Parker is there, dragging me into his arms and welcoming me to his warm embrace. He pets my back, soothing me as best as he can, while my mind swims up from the abyss of ecstasy and back to reality. “Shh, good girl. Did you like that?”

  Unable to trust my own voice, I nod instead. Eyes closed, I feel for his face and find his lips, kiss him deeply and taste my cream on his lips, my own femininity mixed with a hint of soap from the bath water. I love it.

  “I need more. Fuck me, Joe. Fill me. Show me I’m who you want.”

  He strokes a single finger down the bridge of my nose. “Greedy girl.”

  He sounds just as needy.

  “Uh huh. Fuck me with that fat fucking cock, Mr. Parker.” I lick the side of his jaw, voice low and breathy. “I know you want it. Want this teenage pussy, don’t you?” I breath out, let the heated air fan his face, and lust tinges my tone. I wiggle one arm free of his hold, and lay my palm over his jean-clad groin. His dick’s hard, ridiculously so. I’m surprised he managed to walk or move.

  Mr. Parker makes a strained, whining noise deep in his throat, and his dick twitches when I knead him, stroke his shaft through the cloth.

  “Open your pants, Joe,” I urge him closer to temptation. “I want to see you.”

  He stands and we both fumble with his zipper, the front clasp of his jeans. Of course, it doesn’t get us anywhere with too many hands working toward the same goal.

  “I’ll get it.” He hisses in irritation. I don’t take offense. I like that he’s annoyed he can’t give me what we both want fast enough. Love that he’s so hot for me. “You stay put.”

  I obey like a good girl gone rotten and watch while he pops the button on his jeans, lowers the zipper then shoves the jeans from his hips. His cock is straining behind his briefs. I stop him when he moves to drop those, as well. “Wait.”

  He pauses and lowers his hands, one palm coming up to stroke my cheek.

  But I have eyes for one thing and one thing only: that virile cock.

  My mouth suddenly waters while I stare at the dick outlined behind the thin cotton. Mr. Parker is so large, he’d put a porn star to shame.

  I reach out, stroke and pet his cock, trace his shaft with my palm. Even with the barrier between us, I can feel his heat. He’s granite hard and unspent… and all for me.

  The tip of his hulking crown leaks, dampening the fabric with evidence of his arousal and the stain is filled with the scent of pure male.

  I lean forward, blow on his flesh and watch as the warm air glancing his skin earns me a shiver in response.

  “Jess…” His voice is deep and rough, a warning growl.

  I don’t care.

  I close the distance between us and mouth the head of his dick, tease him with a flick of my tongue over the head and moan at the hint of his musk that’s seeped through the fabric.

  His fingers tangle in my hair, as if I’m his lifeline, the only thing holding him steady.

  I bite the fabric, trace his shaft, tempt him through the thin fabric and revel in the responding twitch of his cock. I’m making him harder with each passing second, teasing him with my lips, teeth, tongue.

  I want him crazy for me, ready to do anything for relief.

  I curl my fingers over the waist of his briefs and, ever so slowly, inch them over his cock and down his legs. His thick shaft bobs free, curving upward toward the sky, more than ready for me.

  His scent is stronger now, the thick musk calls to me, begs for me to come closer. No. I don’t want this to be quick, a few sucks, and it’s over. I want to savor this time.

  “Baby…” Mr. Parker croaks, begs.

  I lean forward and, eyes on him, take the tip of his cock into my mouth, suckle the leaking head. A burst of sweet ocean flavor explodes over my palate and he gifts me with a sigh of relief.

  More pre-cum seeps from the tip and I siphon it clean, lap at the sensitive slit, savor his creamy, salty flavor.

  I clasp his cock at the base, stroke him from root to tip and back again, jack his thick shaft, and lick up each new droplet of his seed. He’s breathing hard, but manages to stay motionless for me.

  Without further hesitation, I swallow him whole, let that magnificent crown slip down my throat and suck him gently, savor him. His cock throbs. Hot. Alive. Fertile with his unspent seed.

  I moan, aroused again by having his dick in my mouth, the man at my mercy.

  I work my hand with my mouth, rise and fall along his length. His hips shift, work with me while I give him as much pleasure as I can. I love the taste of his skin, his pre-cum.

  He tightens his hold, and his breath comes in harsh, train-like pants. I shift my gaze to his face, see the tension in his body and the pure, agonizing pleasure in his features.

  After another few deep, passionate sucks, he stops me, hand to my cheek. “Baby, don’t.”

  I allow him to withdraw from the hot cavern of my mouth. “Why?” I whisper, unwilling to break our quiet spell.

  “I do
n’t want to come yet, and I will if you keep doing that.”

  I smile wide and let a small giggle escape.

  He releases my hair and snags my arm, tugs on me. “Get up.”

  I scramble to my feet, and he seizes me, lifting me free of the tub, flinging droplets of water to the floor. In one quick move, he deposits my ass on the cool counter beside the sink. He nudges my knees apart, wedges himself between my thighs until I’m spread wide once again and then I wrap my legs around his waist. My pussy spasms at the prospect of being filled, stretched. His dick brushes against my wet seam and the touch causes my heart to flutter like a butterfly’s wing.

  I’m anxious, more than ready, but he doesn’t penetrate me right away. No, his gaze is focused between my legs, and the path he’s tracing along my lower lips with the head of his cock. Up and down, he paints me with his pre-cum, teasing my sensitive flesh with the gentle contact.

  My cunt gushes, preparing itself for him, his fat dick. My nipples are rock hard, begging for his touch, and my pussy is just as demanding.

  “Please,” I beg when I can no longer stand the anticipation. “Fuck me.”

  I lean forward, bite his lower lip and tug, then lap at the hurt I caused before sliding my tongue between his open lips. This isn’t a duel for dominance, it’s a slow exploration, a tender meeting of mouths.

  With unhurried movements, he slides his arms beneath my thighs, and lifts me from the counter. I grip his shoulders, hold him close. With our gazes on one another, he lowers me the tiniest bit onto his shaft. The blunt tip spears my opening, but he only gives me an inch of his dick, just the head.

  We’re sharing air, breathing into one another and savoring this moment together. His muscles strain against his skin while he lifts and lowers me that tiny bit over his dick, giving me just enough to crave the rest of him.

  “More,” I whisper. “Need you.”

  He lowers me a little more, making my hole stretch wider. My pussy contracts, tightens around him, and yanks a groan from deep within his chest.

  And that was only a couple more inches.

  “Joe…”

  He growls, lifts me, and then plows into my pussy. My muscles protest the entire time, but he slams me down on his dick, and covers my mouth to stifle my scream.

  Oh, fuck. My cunt is on fire, needy little hole just begging to be punished by him.

  I tear my mouth away, go limp in his arms and throw my head back. His dick pulses and twitches inside me. He’s not even finished, there’s an inch or two left. Oh, god.

  Good… good doesn’t describe the feeling of being connected to him this way.

  I know I’ll be able to take him once we get into a nice rhythm. That’s when the real fun will begin.

  Mr. Parker tugs and pulls, positions me in his arms while he looks for an angle that will give him deeper penetration. I love this part, love being stuffed with him, love when, he forces me to take him all. The feeling of being stretched to bursting has become addictive, and I love his thickly veined cock stringing my sensitive inner walls.

  He grinds, he thrusts, pulls and gyrates, sending a rush of pleasure through me like an unstoppable tsunami.

  I breathe through clenched teeth, sift through the initial pain and stoke my arousal.

  Mr. Parker is doing the same, working his muscles to get deeper, piston harder, give us both more of what we crave.

  Then, he finds it: that perfect position that strokes and pets my G-spot, wrings a muffled cry from my lips. I tremble around him, pussy tightening around his dick.

  As if that was a sign, he begins pummeling his cock into me, forcing my cunt into submission, shoving until I take him to the base.

  With a groan, he slams until I can feel his balls slap against my ass and I mewl quietly. I love this. Love his cock. Love being forced to take what he gives and like it. No matter how hard he fucks me, how sore I am when it’s over, I love having his dick inside me, flesh locked and bodies becoming one in the most intimate way possible.

  Dick fully embedded in my cunt, Mr. Parker deposits me back on the counter, my ass resting just on the edge. Before he returns to his punishing thrusts, he shoves his tongue into my mouth, making sure my noises won’t draw unnecessary attention.

  Then, he’s fucking me, pounding into me with short, rapid and precise jabs. Each thrust sends another bolt of pleasure through me, surrounding me and drawing me closer to the precipice. Sucking his dick had aroused me, but this is bringing me closer and closer to climax. He shoves his tongue into my mouth, does his best to keep me quiet.

  But each entrance into my needy cunt has me whimpering, body trembling and edging closer. I can feel it hovering just out of reach, urging me higher and higher. I grip his shoulders, hold onto him for dear life, and pray we won’t be found.

  But I’m too loud. I always have been with him. The way his body plays mine like a finely tuned instrument.

  “Jess…” He whispers, gaze boring into mine, and I catch what he means. This has to end, and fast, or we’re going to be discovered since I can’t keep my pleasure to myself.

  I kiss him, teeth colliding, mouths mashed together, tongues dueling and tasting while we ravage each other.

  My pussy is throbbing in time with my heartbeat, urging my orgasm closer, lulling my body into submission. The pleasure; fuck it feels so perfect, right and magical as he pistons in and out of my stretched pussy.

  There’s no dirty talk this time, no him telling me to “take that fat dick, come on my cock, scream for me baby”. Just the thought, the idea of his rough voice and body doing exactly that, has me on the edge. I want to tell Mr. Parker to give it to me, his dirty little slut. I want him to slap my ass while he growls in my ear that I’m a naughty whore and whores get fucked.

  My clit aches and pussy hurts so good.

  He keeps his pace like a demented man, in and out, harder and harder and his balls slap against the lower curve of my ass.

  I reach between us and settle my finger over my clit, circle the bundle of nerves and our lips part long enough to share a few whispered words.

  “Jess…”

  “Gonna…”

  “Yeah…”

  Cause I am, it’s right there, and he slams even harder into my cunt, again and again and again until I’m not sure where he ends and I begin, but I don’t care either.

  No, not when I’m coming.

  Not when my pussy clamps down on his dick and he throbs and twitches inside me, not when I’m flying apart, climax overtaking me and my body is filled to the brim with pleasure.

  I grunt and groan against his mouth, half-kisses followed by deep breaths.

  “Mr. Parker…” I whimper, I tease. That name has just as much of an effect on him as it does on me.

  He grunts, keeps his hips moving and pounding, shoves that fat cock into my pussy more and more until I come again, cream his cock, squirt all over him and soak us both with my juices. Only he’s ever been able to draw that from me. Him and him alone.

  I’m seeing rainbows and unicorns now, floating in la-la land while be batters me with several more vicious thrusts. Then he surrenders, sucks in a deep breath as he climaxes and fills me with his thick, hot cum, paints my inner walls with his seed. His whole body shudders with me and we kiss again while we both ride the roller coaster of ecstasy to a close.

  But then our pleasure is cut short. Because parents suck in a not fun way.

  Someone knocks on the bathroom door, a sharp rap of knuckles against the wood. “Jessie! Are you in there?”

  Oh shit, my dad.

  My widened eyes, surprised gaze, is reflected in Mr. Parker’s expression. That quick, he slips into warrior-mode. He places a finger on my lips, keeps me silent while he withdraws his cock from my pussy. A quick jiggle and he’s tucked in his jeans and zipped up.

  He motions me to get back into the tub, quietly and I sink into the warm water, watch him move around the room. I’ve never been caught before, never even been close, but there seem
s to be a first time for everything.

  “Jessie!” My dad’s voice is louder this time with a hint of anger.

  “What?” I snarl. Geez, can’t anyone get their groove on without being interrupted? This is really killing my post-coital buzz.

  Mr. Parker throws me a smile and a wink while he climbs onto the counter and slinks through the open window. Hell, I can’t believe what he’s doing. We’re on the second floor and the ground is at least twenty feet away! My love disappears and I toss his order to stay put after him, climb from the tub and stick my head outside. I can just see the shadow of him while he leisurely climbs down the drainpipe with the grace and stealth of a bad ass ninja. Or, at least, how I’d imagine a ninja doing the same thing. I know he’s well trained for sneaking in and out of places, but I’ve never seen him in action.

  Fuck I’m impressed. And horny. But mostly impressed.

  Less than two minutes later he lands on the grass and dusts his hands on his jeans as if nothing had happened. He melts into the night.

  I blink. Wow.

  “Jessie!”

  “Jesus Christ.” I grab a towel and wrap it around my body then stomp to the door. A quick flick of the lock, a yank on the door and I’m staring at my fuming father.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Taking a bath.”

  My dad shoves the door open and pokes his head inside, eyes narrowed as he scans the interior. “I heard something.” After a few moments, when he doesn’t find anyone, he turns those slitted eyes at me. “I thought you were with someone.”

  “Dad!” I whine. “Don’t be ridiculous. I was listening to Static-X.”

  “Static-X?”

  Duh. “The band! Do you need to use the bathroom or something?”

  He nods. “I had too much beer and your mother won’t leave the one downstairs.”

  I raise a single brow. “Well, tell Mom to hurry up. I’m taking a bath!” With that, I shove him back through the door and slam it shut, making sure the lock is engaged. Doing that to him was totally uncool, but I didn’t want him to see any evidence of my lover’s presence. Luckily, the bathroom had only been lit with by the candle and the moon, so my dad hadn’t seen the dirt tracks from Mr. Parker’s exit via the window. I swipe at the marks with my hands then drop my towel on the floor and slip back into the tub. The water has cooled a bit, so I turn the faucet and get some heat going once again.