He places it on his ring finger and holds it out to me. “Press it.”
“Press it, where?” I ask still looking at the foreign thing.
“Right here in the center.” He shows me with his other hand. “Press it,” he repeats.
I reach up and press on it. The second I press it, I jump up off the seat. The vibrator between my legs, the one he stuck in my panties, had come on the second I pressed on his ring.
“Shit,” I hiss as I start to grab at my dress. I try to pull it up to get the vibrator out, but he grabs my hands.
“Shhhh,” he whispers.
“Parker…” I cry out as the vibration hits my clit. I take a deep breath, trying to calm down. It probably wouldn’t have been so bad if it hadn’t surprised me. In all honestly, I had no idea what I thought when he stuck it in my panties.
He places both my wrists in one of his hands, where he has access to it. He presses the button once again and it starts to pulse.
“Argh,” I say throwing my head back as it pulses against my clit.
He lets go of my hands and places both of his on either side of my face. He pulls my face away from the seat where I have to look at him. “Before the night is over, you’re gonna come five times for me.” His voice is rough and demanding, and it makes me shift in my seat.
Shifting causes the vibrator to hit a new spot and I close my eyes with a moan. “Feels good doesn’t it, sweetheart?” I feel his tongue run across my lips and my mouth opens for him.
He kisses me deeply, and I grab a hold of his shoulders as I feel my insides tighten. It changes back to a constant vibrating motion and I pull away to suck in a deep breath.
I shift in my seat, trying to pull away from it, but every time I move, it hits a new spot. Add that to the champagne I just downed, and my head is spinning. I go to unbutton his pants, knowing that I want him inside of me. Knowing that even though this vibrator is gonna get me off, I’m gonna need more. He grabs my wrists once again and pins them to the seat by my head. “Feel how hard I am for you?” he asks, grinding against me.
I nod quickly, unable to speak as the sensation continues to build. “It’s all about you tonight, sweetheart,” he says and my thighs tighten, squeezing the vibrator into place as I hold it against my clit.
I let out a moan of pleasure before I suck in a deep breath. My body tightens and I arch my neck when I feel the orgasm start to run through me.
I open my eyes after the orgasm subsides and realize that he’s turned the vibrator off. Parker kneels down in front of my seat as he stares at me intently. I try to say something, anything, but decide against it as I catch my breath.
He reaches the hem of my dress and lifts it up my legs. I lift my ass off the seat as much as I can to try to help him lift it further. He grabs the lace on my panties and pulls them down my legs. He then reaches back into his suit pocket and pulls out a pair of black lace panties. “These are the ones that came with the vibrator.” He chuckles to himself. “Good thing I brought them with me.” He takes the black vibrator out of my now used panties and places it in the new ones. And then he proceeds to put the fresh ones on me.
Once done, he pulls my dress back down and leans up, placing his face in front of mine. “Smile,” he says with a soft smile of his own. “You’re beautiful.” And with that he gives me a soft kiss, which I can’t help but return.
He gets up, sits beside me, and grabs my hand. “Are you okay?”
I nod my head and take a deep breath. “Just trying to pull myself together,” I say with a sigh. God, I’m so tired. I don’t wanna go to a party now.
He smirks. “I thought you would enjoy it.”
“I did. No matter how inappropriate that was,” I say, still feeling the tingling between my legs.
“How was that inappropriate?” he asks, totally clueless.
“I’m about to meet your mother in six-inch heels, and I’m barely able to walk.” My legs feel like Jell-O. My entire body feels like a ton of bricks. Having an orgasm does that to me. I think it’s because it’s so hard for me to get off in the first place, that it completely drains me.
He chuckles as he lifts my left hand to his lips. “You’re welcome.” He kisses my knuckles and then looks over giving me a cocky smile. I pull my hand from his hold and try to straighten myself up. I dig into my clutch and grab my little mirror. I try to look myself over and my hair that I spent an hour on trying to put up in the perfect bun is hanging half off my head. My lipstick is smeared and my face is flushed.
“Shit,” I hiss as I pull out my bun.
“I like it when you wear your hair down,” he says running his hands through it. He picks up the sock that was holding my sock bun together and frowns as he stares at it like it’s an alien. “You had a sock in your hair?” he questions confused.
I ignore him as I go to work on my make-up. I look out the tinted window to see all the tall buildings of downtown pass us by. We gotta be getting close.
After I make myself somewhat presentable, I move away from him to the other seat and reach over to pour another glass of champagne. He raises an eyebrow in question as I down it but doesn’t bother asking. I wouldn’t have an answer anyway. I just had a mind-blowing orgasm in the back of his father’s limo, and I’m sure the driver heard it, even with the divider up.
He chuckles and it gets my attention. “What?” I snap.
“I prefer you much more when you’re moaning and withering under me in pleasure,” he says matter-of-factly.
“That’s funny because I prefer you more when you don’t touch me,” I shoot back. The man knows that he affects me. And he eats it up. Bastard!
I fix my black choker and take a deep breath hoping the champagne will help my already heavy legs work better. I’m either gonna fall flat on my face or look like a drunken idiot. Either way, I’m gonna be the life of the party.
*****
KATHERINE
I stand at the far end of the dance floor as I give fake smiles and sip on my champagne. I had just met his mother when Parker left me alone with her to meet some guy that his father kept insisting on. I try to pay attention to the woman, but after the third time, I quit correcting her when she introduced me as her son’s girlfriend. The woman wants her son to fall in love so badly that I’m pretty sure she would allow any woman in this hotel to fill that role. If only she knew what I really was to her son. What would she think of me if she knew that he just gave me an orgasm with a vibrator not even an hour ago? That he gave me fresh panties and placed the vibrator back in them? Slut? Easy? Whore? I’m sure all those and more would come to her mind.
“So Katherine, what do you do?” I look up from my champagne flute to stare into brown eyes. Her lips are too big for her small framed face and her eyebrows are drawn on. That seems to be the new trend these days.
“I’m a nurse,” I respond with a fake smile. I somehow feel like I fit in here. They’re all fake. But they wear their fakeness on the outside. I wear mine on the inside. Well, except for my tits. I can’t hide those big fake things if I tried.
“Oh.” Her overly large lips make a perfect O. Her voice was filled with nothing but judgment. Everyone here is a future president or heiress to billions. To them, I’m just their maid who can clean the shit off their shoes.
Parker’s mother places a soft hand on my arm and smiles proudly. “She’s being modest. She’s an ER nurse. She saves lives every day.”
“That must make you feel very…accomplished,” the woman says before licking her red lips.
I stare at her blankly. Stupid questions don’t deserve stupid answers. She looks away from me and looks over at Parker’s mother. “I honestly thought Parker would one day settle down with my niece. They had that little fling a few years back…”
It all makes sense now. She hated me from the second she told her that I was his girlfriend. I smile brightly at that thought. “Well, I’d love to chat, ladies, but I’m gonna go find my man.” The words roll off my tongue as sw
eet as butter and the hard look I get from the plastic bitch tells me that I struck another nerve. Maybe I should mention a pregnancy. Nah, that would just look poorly on me as I hold a flute of champagne in my hand. Instead, I lift my flute to my lips and swallow what was left of it.
I turn to walk across the dance floor when my eyes spot Parker. He’s leaning up against the bar, eyes locked on mine. He looks so out of place. He’s removed his suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and loosened his tie. Everyone here looks so uptight whereas he looks relaxed and confident. I don’t know what it is, but I find his arms to be sexy. He’s wearing a big Rolex watch that is all black and lays perfectly on his wrist. I can see the muscles in his arms flex as he lifts his scotch on the rocks to his lips and takes a sip. He sets it on the bar and pats the man he’s talking to on the shoulder before he heads straight toward me. I go to take a step forward but stop. He can come to me.
He walks slowly to me as his eyes stay on mine. They’re intense and all-consuming. My body heats up and my breath quickens as he stares at me like he wants to devour me in front of everyone. I’d gladly lie down on a table and open myself up for him for all to watch.
His eyes stray from mine and to my neck. I lift my hand to touch my neck when he reaches me and grabs my wrists.
“Why are you staring at my neck?” I question. Did he give me a hickey in the limo?
His eyes meet mine once again. “Because this choker…” He runs his free hand over it. He takes a deep breath before he licks his lips and lowers his mouth to my ear. “This choker makes me want to take my belt off and wrap it around your neck as I fuck you from behind.” I close my eyes and take a deep breath of my own.
“I’d like that.”
He chuckles. “I know you would.” He runs the back of his knuckles down my face. “You’re a dirty little girl.”
I’ve always liked dirty sex. The dirtier, the better.
“Dance with me?” he asks as he takes my hand.
“You know how to dance?” I ask surprised.
He nods. He takes my hands and pulls me close to him. As we start to dance, he speaks. “My mother made me take dance lessons,” he growls as if he hates that memory. “I was in football and my mother said ballet would help make me limber. Less broken bones, she had said.” He laughs. “I took it for about a year. It only took me a day to realize that women liked a guy who could dance.”
“Well, that’s very true,” I say with a smile.
He returns it before he lifts his arms and spins me around in a circle. I wrap my arms around him as I stop spinning and let out a soft laugh. He lowers his face down to mine. “If you like that, you’re gonna love this.”
My eyes widen the second I feel the vibrator come on. “Please…” I beg as my hips jerk.
“What, sweetheart?” he asks with a cocky smile.
“Parker,” I take a deep breath. “I can’t…not right now.”
He wraps his arms tightly around me, pulling me into him. His hardness presses the vibrator against me as he holds me to him. “You’re so beautiful when you come,” he whispers into my ear.
“Everyone will see me.” I swallow and close my eyes.
“No one will know but me. Just keep dancing.” He pulls away from me and spins me around once again.
I let out a moan as he pulls me back into him. “I…Oh, God.”
He leans down, placing his face in my neck. “I love it when you call me God.”
I can’t even pretend to be a bitch at the moment. Another sensation starts to roll over me and my insides tighten. My legs refuse to work, but he grabs me and holds me tightly to him as we pretend to know what we are doing. I probably look like I have two left feet. And he probably looks like an idiot trying to teach me.
I take a deep breath and then his lips are on mine. I feel my legs moving as he pushes me backward. Then my back hits a hard surface. His hands come up to my face and they hold it in place as he deepens the kiss. My mind swirls as my body finds its release once again.
I open my eyes and he pulls away. “I need more,” I whisper. Not able to speak any louder.
“What do you need?” His thumb runs across my swollen, wet lips.
“You.” I can still feel him. He’s hard and I want him inside of me.
He takes my hand and starts to pull me back on the dance floor. I look up as I try to keep up with him and see his father standing over in the corner staring at us and I drop my eyes to the floor. Did he see us? Does he know what happened? No way! He probably just saw us kissing.
I take a deep breath as the cool air hits my face when we walk through the front door. He helps me down the grand steps that lead up to the fancy hotel and into our limo that sits outside.
“Drive around the block,” he orders the driver.
“Sir?” he questions as he looks at us in the rearview mirror.
“Drive around the block until I tell you to stop,” he orders once again and then presses the button for the divider to go up.
I go to speak, but his hand goes in my hair and his lips land on mine. His muscular body pushes mine backward, and I lean awkwardly on the long bench seat. My hands make their way to his black dress pants and unbutton them quickly. He pulls away from my mouth and pulls down my dress to expose my breasts to him.
“Fucking perfect,” he hisses before his lips attack my nipple. I cry out as I feel his teeth bite down into it.
I manage to get my hand into his pants and to his hard cock. I grab a hold of the base of it and he jerks away.
“Get up,” he orders, grabbing my arm.
I do as he says, and he takes me over to the double seats at the back. He positions me on my knees, and I prop my elbows on the seats.
I feel the air from the air-conditioner as he lifts my dress up and over my ass. Then my panties are pulled down and I jump when his fingers run up my soaked pussy.
“God, baby.” He sighs. “Your pussy is so wet.” I can hear the satisfied smile in his voice. “Gonna come again for me?”
I’m not sure my body can come again. I’m just not made that way. But I don’t need an orgasm to enjoy sex. Not with Parker. And he knows that.
I yelp when his hand slaps my ass. “I asked you a question, beautiful.”
“I’ll try.”
He slaps my ass again, and I smile because I was hoping for that reaction. I shove my hips back into him. And he chuckles. “You wanna play?” he asks as he fists his hands into my hair and jerks my head back. “Let’s play.”
I hear the ripping of the plastic of the condom. I scream out a second later when he enters me roughly.
One hand grabs my hair and tightens just how I like it while the other reaches between our bodies. I jump when the vibrator connects with my overly sensitive clit. “Hold it,” he demands. And I place all my weight on my left arm as I take my right hand and place it between our bodies.
My head drops to the cold seat as he lets go of my hair and grabs my hips. His fingers dig into my skin as we move back and forth. My thoughts spin and my heart pounds as I take in one deep breath after another. “Parker.” I cry out his name as he stretches me over and over.
“You like this?” he grinds out. “Like me fucking you hard?” He rears back and thrusts into me.
I moan at the feel of him and the vibrator falls out of my hand, unable to hold onto it. Unable to hold onto reality. Everything is spinning.
He pulls out of me, and I sigh as my body falls down onto the seat. He smacks my ass. Hard. “Get up on the bench,” he orders roughly.
I start to move, but he has to help me. I lie flat on my back and look up at the mirror that lines the ceiling as he once again lifts my dress. Parker grabs the vibrator up off the floor and places it on my pussy once again. My body jerks and I reach down to grab it. “I can’t.” I swallow. “Not again,” I beg.
He grabs my hands and places them above my head. He holds them down against the seat with one hand and then places the vibrator back on my pussy. I try to figh
t it. I try to get free as I feel the sensation start to build.
“I wanna know you’re dripping wet for me,” he growls and my pussy throbs. “I want you to come so hard that you can’t walk.”
I try to pull my wrists apart, but his hand just tightens. He moves the vibrator down a little bit and then I feel it enter my pussy. “God,” I cry out.
“That’s right,” he says soothingly. “Come again for me, Kat. I wanna hear you fucking scream.” He hovers over me, shorts still on and pants down around his ankles as he stares down at me.
He pushes it in further and I clench my jaw shut as I feel my insides tighten. I take a deep breath as he pulls it out and then he pushes it in again and I let go. My arms lock and my legs muscles tighten to the point that my toes curl. I scream out his name over and over as the wave washes over me taking all the energy I had left.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
PARKER
The limo comes to a stop at the front door of the Grand hotel once again. And I smile as Kat tips the flute and downs a little bit more of champagne. I’m three for three so far. I would have never guessed that would have been possible for her, but it was. I’m a fucking champ if I must say so myself.
I open up the door and get out. I place my hand out for her to grab. I know she’s exhausted, and I really don’t plan to stay much longer.
“My panties?” she asks as she stumbles.
I smile. “They are in my pocket.
“Can I have them?”
I shake my hand and she nods. I think the woman is drunk off orgasms. I’m pretty sure the champagne has no effect on her but the sex? It most certainly does.
I place my hand on her back as we walk up the stairs and enter the party once again. She leans into me. “I’m going to use the restroom.”
“Okay. I’ll be over at the bar,” I say before she walks away.
I make my way over to the bar and order another scotch when I see my father head straight toward me.
“You fucked her in my limo,” he growls as he looks at me.
“What I do with her is none of your concern.” How in the hell did he find that out? We weren’t discreet, but it’s not like we did it on the hood for all to see.
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