Crossing The Line (A Taboo Love series Book 3)

by M. D. Saperstein

  “Listen, pretty boy, don’t get all sensitive and shit on me. Nobody knows what I’ve just told you and I would appreciate it if you keep it that way. That being said, forget I said anything. It’s in my past and I want to leave it there. What happened happened and I’ve moved on. It has nothing to do with what’s going on here,” he spews, letting me off the hook.

  Those are almost the exact words that Charlie said just before she accepted her fate was to be with Calvin. I guess if she can say them and believe them, so can this dickhead. He is giving me the evil eye right now as well, apparently waiting for me to say something. So instead of saying anything that would piss him off further, I go with a standard prick line. Something I would say as though he never told me anything personal.

  "So you wanna fuck some guy in his ass?" I ask, void of all emotion, my eyes watching his handsome face for his reaction. Shit! Did I just say handsome?

  Chance smiles and shakes his head at my obnoxious comment. Almost instantly, his eyes darken and his cheeks flush slightly. "Not just ‘some’ guy," he says, his voice gruff.

  I stare at him disbelievingly. "You have someone particular in mind?” I ask incredulously.

  "Hell fucking yeah, I do," he replies without hesitation.

  I open and close my mouth a few times, unable to find the words. I just shut my mouth and drop my face into my hands. This is a nightmare. I have a co-star who wants to have sex with me while I, on the other hand, am ready to run away from the whole thing. Chance has definitely thought about this in detail to be able to give answers that quickly.

  He gets my attention again as he raises up on his knees, still on the floor between my legs. "Come on, Hammy, let’s try again,” he challenges.

  But I am thrown off by what he calls me. “What the hell is with you and these fucking nicknames? ‘Hammy?’ Do I look like a child-sized pork product?”

  “No, but you do look like a nice, juicy, Grade-A, piece of...”

  “Okay, okay, I get it...” I huff, resigned to the fact that he is always trying to get under my skin.

  Chance barks out a laugh. “You are just so fun to fuck with, that’s why I do it.”

  I just grunt at his response and shake my head.

  His hands slide back onto my thighs. “Maybe the more you do it, the more comfortable you'll be," he says softly.

  I glance down at the big hands on my thighs then back up at Chance. "I don't want to be comfortable with it," I huff.

  "Stop being a pussy, Parker." Chance sighs before he pushes to his feet, using my thighs to push off.

  He walks out of the entertainment room and into the kitchen. That asshole! He knows that I hate being called a pussy. And I know that he said it on purpose to get me all riled up. He has outright admitted to like fucking with me. And admitted to wanting to fuck me, cocksucker! Shit, he probably wants to suck my cock, too! Son of a bitch!

  I shove to my feet and follow him into the kitchen. He just finished grabbing himself another bottle of water when I walk in. He chugs it down then sets the bottle back on the counter, raising an eyebrow at me in challenge. Goddammit!

  Chance

  I know I poked one of Parker’s soft spots, but I really don’t care. The guy needs a push. And Parker’s temper is the way to go. The man hates being called anything that could be construed as weak. I found that out the first day we met ten years ago. I called him a "baby" because he was whining and complaining about his broken finger that happened during a fight scene. Well, he flipped out on me, even took a swing at me. I dodged it and tried to diffuse the situation by apologizing. But now, whenever Parker needs that extra oomph, I call him something like "Baby" or "Pussy." It really gets his goat, and I love it.

  Parker skirts the counter and grabs me up by the front of my shirt as soon as he is in reaching distance. He then shoves me back against the adjacent counter, our bodies touching from lower abdomen to thigh. His face is so close that I can only see his bright blue eyes, which are smoldering with anger and something else that I can’t name.

  "Fucking dick, is this what you want?" Parker breathes before attacking my mouth.

  I scramble to grab hold of the back of his upper arms to gain some leverage. Parker is bending me back over the counter slightly, whether he knows it or not, I can’t be sure. His mouth is hot and demanding, making my stomach flip. The earlier kiss was decent, but I knew that Parker wasn't all that into it. This one, however, is burning my blood. He’s holding nothing back, kissing me like he actually wants to, has a desire to. So I kiss him back with the same fevered passion.

  I’m so turned on that I can barely stand it! I want more than just this ravaging of mouths - I want to be touched, I want to touch Parker. But I know if I do, it will be the end of this. If I go anywhere near his raging hard on, this will be finished. And I definitely don’t want that, I want this to keep going.

  Parker tears his mouth away, panting frantically, our chests heaving against each other’s. Our arms have somehow tangled around each other, and our groins are pressed tightly together. I can feel all of Parker’s impressive length right alongside of my own. His head drops back on his shoulders, his eyes closed and mouth parted, as he tries to catch his breath. I wonder what he’s thinking, but I don’t want to press him. He hasn’t moved away yet, so that’s a good sign. Right?

  After a minute or so, Parker still hasn’t moved. His breathing has slowed, but his head is still back and his eyes are still closed. I lean in and start kissing his neck. His breathing hitches and his hands tighten on the back of my T-shirt, where they were earlier while we were kissing. I squeeze his hip.

  "Let me make you feel good," I whisper against Parker’s neck before licking a line up to his ear.

  He shudders as his breath hisses out. He doesn’t reply, so I take it as a green light. I let my fingers drift along the waistband of his jeans until I get to the button and zipper. I pop the button and slide the zipper down slowly, making sure not to abrade his swelling dick. He tenses and I brace myself for a blow. I wait, watching as Parker brings his head up and looks at me, his expression confused and wary.

  He opens his mouth to say something, but I cut him off. "Don't...just...let me touch you. If it is really that fucking horrible then I swear I'll stop."

  Parker swallows hard and nods, his eyes fluttering shut. I bite back a smile. He’s really trying to be brave. I plan to reward him for that.

  I push his jeans down his thighs, making his erection spring free. Apparently, the guy goes commando. I slide my hand down the underside of Parker’s large cock to cup his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze and tug. He chokes back a moan. I can tell that he didn't mean to do it, but it came out anyway. I move back up to wrap my hand around the smooth shaft. I start pumping my fist up and down at a leisurely pace to let Parker get used to it. I wonder if he is imagining that it’s a woman doing this to him?

  I look down to watch myself as I jerk off a guy for the first time ever. Yes, I have had sex with a man before, but never by choice, and never anything beyond being bent over. I lick my lips, I’m definitely having an urge to drop to my knees and take Parker into my mouth. I wonder if Parker would let me? His shirt keeps getting in the way, so I tug on it signaling him to take it off. He grabs it by the collar and drags it over his head while I go back to jerking him off. I look over his muscled frame and feel my cock harden even more, if that’s even possible. The man is ripped. He has a light dusting of blonde hair on his defined chest and a line that runs down the middle of his cut abs to his groin where he keeps it short and trim.

  I can’t fight the urge anymore. My dick is aching and I need to taste him. Never having sucked a man off before, I just do what I know I like. I drop down to my knees and take Parker’s cock into my mouth before he can protest. Parker bites out an "Oh Fuuuuuck" as his hands slam down on the counter to hold himself up on his suddenly shaky legs. I moan around the cock filling my mouth, which in turn makes Parker let out a high-pitched whimper. I grip his bare hips as I
suck him off. My own cock is throbbing so hard in my jeans that I have to reach down and free myself.

  I jerk myself off with one hand while the other stays on Parker’s hip. I roll my eyes up to see how he’s doing and get the shock of my life. He’s watching, his lips parted, his eyes wide. I keep my eyes on him, loving the fact that he is actually watching and not pretending that I’m someone else. I have no idea if I’m doing this right or if it’s feeling good or not. Only one way to find out.

  I pull back just enough that his cock pops out of my mouth. "Feel good?" I pant, looking up at Parker.

  He just nods and tilts his hips forward, obviously wanting me to continue. I smile and flick my tongue over the tip of his cock. He moans, his eyes sliding closed. I then take him back into my mouth, loving the taste, the feel, and his reaction. I’m still shocked that I haven’t been punched in the face yet.

  Parker

  I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing, but Chance’s mouth on me is turning my brain to mush. I think that I should be fighting more, but I just can’t bring myself to care. How the hell did I end up with a guy sucking my dick in my kitchen? Chance’s tongue swirls around the tip of my cock, making me lose all train of thought.

  I can feel the beginnings of my orgasm take root. My balls tighten and the base of my spine tingles. I groan, my hips thrusting forward of their own accord. Chance hums his approval, his free hand now wrapped around the shaft of my cock, stroking while he sucks. He’s also jerking himself off. Apparently, Chance can multitask.

  I grip the edge of the counter, my whole body trembling. Jesus, this is the best head that I’ve ever gotten. I shove my hand into Chance’s short hair and try to grip it. I drop my gaze to watch my dick slide between his full lips. Holy shit, that’s hot. Chance’s normally brown eyes - which now look black - are rolled up, watching me in return.

  My breaths are coming in short pants and I am seriously on the verge of exploding. "Chance, I'm close,” I rasp, not recognizing my own voice.

  Chance hums his approval, speeds up, and sucks harder. I realize after a moment that he’s not going to pull away. I let out a strangled cry, still watching Chance as I come hard, my whole body jerking. A swipe of Chance’s tongue along the underside of the tip of my cock nearly brings me to my knees. Chance then moans loud, his mouth still around me as he finds his own release.

  He finally releases me. I bend over to place my forehead on my forearms on the counter. What the fuck just happened? No...HOW had I let that happen? I just let Chance give me a blowjob! What the hell is wrong with me? I was just so turned on and in need of release that it hadn't mattered at the moment whose hands and mouth were on me.

  Chance gives my leg a pat and a little push to the side. I shift to let him get up, but keep my head down on my arms. I roll my head to look over at Chance, who has gotten to his feet. He goes over to the sink - pants still open, cock hanging out - and washes his hands. He stuffs his semi-hard cock back into his jeans and zips up, then turns to look over at me, a small smile playing across his lips. He leans his ass back against the counter in front of the sink and crosses his arms over his chest.

  "You taste good," he murmurs, his smile changing into a naughty smirk.

  I suck in a sharp breath as I straighten. My eyes widen for a second on the man who just sucked me dry. His words send shivers down my spine. I realize that I’m standing there with my jeans around my knees when I see Chance’s eyes wandering down my body. He chuckles when I hastily yank my jeans back up and tuck myself away.

  Chance then grabs a paper towel and cleans up the mess he made on the floor. I can do nothing but watch him. I don't know what to say. Anything that comes to mind just sounds stupid. So I just stand there like an idiot instead. Chance tosses the paper towel in the trash before coming to stand in front of me. He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me down for a slow languid kiss. I begin to push him away as I’m caught off guard and slightly put off by the thought of tasting myself on him. But to my surprise, I like it. I want it. I pull him closer as some of the awkwardness that I’ve been feeling begins to melt away.

  Moments later, he pulls away slowly, laying a couple of lighter pecks on my lips before pulling completely away. We stare at each other for a moment. Something passes between us. Something that I don’t want to even acknowledge any time soon.

  I clear my throat. "It's uh...it's late."

  Chance raises an amused eyebrow. "Yeah, and I don't have a car. You gonna drive me home?"

  I frown. I forgot about that. "I have a guest room, you can crash here if you want," I say.

  Chance nods. "Sounds good."

  I take him upstairs and show him the room he'll be staying in, which is at the opposite end of the hallway from my room. I need space. I need Chance as far away as possible. I need to think. I need to go over what just happened and figure out what the hell it means. I leave Chance at the door of the guest room and hurry down the hall to my room, where I stumble through the door, quickly turning to shut it. I lean my forehead against the door and try to keep myself from hyperventilating.

  I just let a guy, a guy I’ve known for ten years, a guy that I don’t even like, suck me off. Does that make me gay? I’m so confused. I move away from the door and go over to the windows. I press my hands against the cool glass and hang my head. That was the best blowjob of my life. No woman that I’ve ever been with could even compare to what Chance has just done.

  I shiver slightly, close my eyes, and take a deep breath. What worries me the most is that I want more. I want Chance to go down on me again. I want to kiss him again. I push away from the windows and pull the sheer white curtains across them. Stripping as I walk, I climb into my large bed, naked. I roll onto my stomach, pull the covers up to my waist, and shove my head under my pillows. It takes a little while, but I finally fall asleep.

  Chapter Seven

  Chance

  I wake up to the sun in my face. I groan and throw my arm over my eyes. I slept pretty well; the bed is super comfortable. Cracking an eye, I look over at the clock on the nightstand. 7:00 am. Damn, we have to get up or we’re going to be late. I throw the covers off and take a quick shower in the bathroom that is attached to the bedroom I slept in. I dress in my clothes from yesterday, not really caring because I’m going to change at the set anyway. I brush my fingers through my still wet hair and head out of the room to go wake Parker up.

  I stop outside of the door I saw Parker go into last night. I knock softly before I open it. "Parker?" I call softly.

  I walk in a little farther, passing through a cozy little sitting area. My eyes are drawn first to the sheer curtains covering large floor to ceiling windows. I glance to the left. The sight I’m met with has my cock hard in two-seconds. Parker is sprawled out on a giant California king bed covered in navy blue satin sheets. He’s on his back, completely nude, both arms tossed above his head. One leg pulled up slightly and his morning wood laying heavy on his stomach, reaching to just under his navel. I swipe a hand over my mouth because I swear I’m drooling. Damn, the man is seriously stunning.

  It takes everything that I have to not crawl up onto the bed and take him into my mouth again. Instead, I shove my hands into my pockets and step up to the end of the bed.

  "Hey, Parker?" I call a little louder.

  Parker pulls in a sharp breath and lifts his head. He blinks sleepily at me, trying to focus on me. "Huh?" he grunts as he brings his arms down.

  "We gotta get going soon," I say, unable to rip my eyes away from the gorgeous man in front of me.

  Parker groans and flops his head back down. He shifts slightly and stretches his long lean body. Once he relaxes, he uses one hand to rub down the underside of his erection before he tugs lightly on his balls when he reaches them. His hips tilt forward and a small moan leaves his parted lips.

  I shift on my feet, wanting to pounce on the man. "Listen, dude, if you don't want me in bed with you, I suggest you get up," I say, my voice gone hoarse.

 
Parker’s hand freezes and his head comes back up. He looks at me, his eyes clearer than they were a couple of seconds ago. He then shoots up into a sitting position and rubs his face hard. He drops his hands to look at me again, like to make sure that I’m really here.

  "Shit," he mutters, dropping his head back into his hands.

  I swallow hard. "Want me to take care of that for you?" I ask, hoping and praying that Parker says yes because I so want to put my mouth on him again.

  Parker’s head shoots up again, his eyes wide, his mouth working but nothing comes out. I can see the desire in his eyes, but his uncertainty and confusion are much more prominent. His mouth snaps shut, a defeated look in his eyes. He swallows hard and nods. My heart leaps up in my throat. I can’t stop the smile that curls my lips.

  I crawl up onto the end of the bed and over to Parker. I plant a kiss on his lips then place a hand on his chest and push, sending him back down to the mattress. I then start by kissing his neck. I slowly kiss my way down Parker’s sexy body to settle on my stomach between his spread legs. Parker is already breathing heavy, but I’m not sure if it’s from desire or nervousness.

  I decide to tease Parker a little, just to get him to relax some. He is very tense. So I lick and nip at his hips and run my palm up the underside of his cock. He moans and squirms under my ministrations. I’m shocked when Parker’s fingers thread through my now longer dark hair. It also sends a shot of desire zinging through me like electricity. Maybe I won’t get my usual buzz next time, loving how it feels. I’m done teasing.

  Parker

  I cry out when Chance wraps his mouth around my cock and sucks me in deep. My fingers tighten in his hair and my hips roll forward, seeming to have a mind of their own. I’m in a fog. The pleasure is so overwhelming that nothing else matters. It doesn’t matter whose mouth it is as long as it keeps sucking me into oblivion. I dig my head back into my pillow and cry out when Chance swirls his tongue around the head of my cock. Chance groans in response.