I waited until he moved in for the kill, so to speak, and when he came close enough and bent over, I rammed my fist into his wound, opening it up further. He grimaced and gripped his side. I kicked my foot up into his balls and spun to the side as he fell to the ground. I scrambled to my feet, but his hand shot out and caught me around the ankle. I tripped and fell to the ground, trying to shake his grip off of me. He didn’t let go. I snapped my other foot back, connecting with his face, giving me just enough time to get to my feet and run for it. The rug I was running across was suddenly yanked out from under me and I went flying, smashing my head into a table that sat next to an armchair. I held my head as I tried to stop the world from spinning, shaking my head slightly when I saw three of Parker coming toward me.
He pulled me up by the arms and held me against him. His scent practically burned my lungs, filling me with a need that I had never experienced before. He smelled like sweat and man, and it was so fucking intoxicating.
“I came to help you,” he grumbled. “You know he’s gonna fucking kill you.”
“I don’t need any help,” I said, still trying to get my bearings.
“I can see that, my little hellcat. You make me fucking hard.”
Wait, what? I blinked a couple of times, sure that I had heard him wrong. I made him hard? Most guys didn’t like it that I could kick their asses. Then again, Parker didn’t seem like most guys.
“It’s so fucking sexy the way you can toss me around room. You don’t even give a shit. I’ve got fucking blue balls just holding you in my arms like this. I keep thinking you’re gonna knee me in the balls again or smash my face with a poker from the fire. And I’m fucking hard as fuck thinking about it.”
My breathing sped up and the moisture between my legs grew thick. If he was a dog, he would be able to smell my scent right now. I was a mess for him. There was a huge part of me that didn’t trust him, knew that if I gave into my lust and kissed him right now, it could land me in some serious shit. But the other part of me just didn’t care.
“Prove it,” I said, before I could think better of it. His mouth crashed down on mine and his hands moved to my ass, gripping me tightly against him. I felt his hard length pushing against my stomach. His breathing turned harsh as he kissed me hard, his tongue sliding against mine. My legs were like liquid as a dizzying need took over. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, taking what I wanted. I never did this sort of thing, but right now, he was all I wanted.
He backed me up until he slammed me against the wall. Pictures rattled and I knocked a vase off the table beside us as I wrapped my legs around his waist. I ground my hips against him, wanting to feel his cock pushing against me. I tore my mouth away from his and fumbled with his jeans, trying to get at the prize inside. His hands slipped from my ass and he shoved my leggings down. They weren’t even down around my ankles before he was lifting me again and shoving me against the wall. My legs wouldn’t wrap around him with my legging stuck at my shoes.
“Why the fuck are you wearing all these clothes?” he asked, kissing me as he moved us over to the bed. He threw me down and started tearing at my shoes and pulled my leggings off.
“Because people wear clothes when they go out in public,” I panted, pulling on his shirt to bring him closer.
“You shouldn’t. You should never fucking wear clothes.”
He leaned over me and kissed me hard, his erection pushing right up against my core. I pulled him into me, crying out when his cock pushed into me. It felt like my vagina had just torn in half. “Oh, God! Why the hell is your penis so big?”
He chuckled against my neck and slammed inside me again. I pushed away from him, scrambling to get away from him and his killer penis. It was fucking huge, and as I stared at it, it only seemed to get bigger. Parker grabbed my ankle and pulled me back to him.
“Stop running. I need to fuck you.”
“Not with that thing!” I shouted, pointing my finger at it accusingly. “That’s not a penis. That’s a rocket or something.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“Don’t! Rockets explode. They’re meant for outer space. You have a fucking alien penis!”
I knew I was rambling, but holy shit, the size of that thing was unbelievable. He yanked me right up against him and grinned wickedly at me. “Hang on, my little hellion. I’m about to take you on a trip to outer space.”
He slammed inside me, and I was pretty sure that I saw stars. Not because it was so good, but because pain exploded behind my eyes as his monster cock tried to eat me from the inside out. He did some trickery with his fingers against my clit, massaging me just the right way. Slowly, my muscles started to accept his foreign object and pleasure started to build. As I adjusted to his size, I could feel my body giving in and taking all of him inside me. I started rocking against him, moaning like a whore as he fucked me harder and harder.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he panted, fucking me hard. I could feel the blood from his wound rubbing against me, but it didn’t freak me out. Instead, I found it even more erotic, and that thought alone had me shivering and wondering what the hell was wrong with me.
He spread my legs wider, his large hands gripping my ankle as he pushed my leg out and then pumped into me hard. I felt the pull of my muscles as he spread me wide and wondered if my leg was going to tear off as he fucked me into oblivion. With every thrust, my body screamed for release, inching closer and closer until I was gripping his shirt so hard that I felt it tearing at the seams.
He pumped his body harder against mine, hitting me so deep that it hurt. I screamed out with every thrust, praying that I made it out of this alive. He grinned wickedly at me as he picked up the pace and fucked me into the mattress. When he cried out and collapsed on top of me, I thanked the Lord that he was done. The sex was amazing and exactly what I had needed, but holy shit, I really thought I was close to being killed my his monster cock.
He stood above me, panting way too hard for someone that just had sex. It was almost like he had just run a marathon. Sweat was pouring off him and his eyes looked like they were glazing over. He stepped back and wobbled slightly. I reached for him, my hands slipping through the blood soaked fabric of his shirt as he stumbled backwards and collapsed on the ground.
I scrambled to my knees and stared at him down on the floor. “Oh shit!” I jumped off the bed, pulling on my leggings quickly before kneeling down at his side. “Uh….. Oh, crap. Oh, crap!” I pressed down on the wound, but that only seemed to make it bleed more. In all fairness, I had no fucking clue what I was doing.
“What is going- oh shit!” I glanced up to see Lindsey staring down at a very naked Parker. We must have left the bedroom door open. Oh God, other people probably saw us fucking. This was so humiliating. “That is a fucking huge cock!”
“I know!” I shouted.
“You fit that inside you?”
I glared at her, thinking maybe she would see the bigger picture once she stopped looking at his penis. “Lindsey! There are bigger issues than how his penis fit inside me!”
“Really? Because I’m looking at that and I’m telling you right now, you must have a magical vagina that stretched like you were giving birth to fit him in you.”
“It’s not that big,” I scoffed.
Her eyes widened and she nodded her head like it really was. “I gotta tell ya, I’m not seeing your side of this.”
“Can we focus on the problem at hand?” I snapped.
“What?”
“He’s bleeding!” I yelled, pointing at the gaping wound in his side.
“Right,” she said quickly, even though her eyes still were locked on the penis that just didn’t seem to shrink, even though he was passed out. “Were you like, stabbing him as you fucked him?” she asked, moving into the room.
“I didn’t do it!” I shouted, freaking out.
“Well, he didn’t just start bleeding on his own.”
“What do I do?”
“I don’t know! I’m not a doctor.” She stared down at his body, her eyes wide, but I wasn’t sure if it was because it looked like there was a massacre on the floor of the bedroom or because his cock was still big and staring up at us.
“Where’s Ali?”
Lindsey pulled out her phone and called her, her teeth pulling at her lip as she waited for her to answer. “She’s not answering.”
“Shit. Okay, we just have to get him to a doctor.”
“Like that?”
I glared at her. “No, I’ll pull up his pants.”
“Please do. I mean, it’s not a bad look, but I’m pretty sure my husband would kill me if he knew I was staring at another man’s massive penis.”
“It’s not that big,” I grumbled, even though I knew that was a lie. I tried to pull up his pants, but his cock was in the way, refusing to go into his underwear.
“Just shove it inside,” she said, motioning for me to cram it in there.
“I don’t want to hurt him.”
“He’s passed out. He’s not going to feel a thing.”
I tried again, but it just wouldn’t go in. I panicked, knowing that this wasn’t really that hard, but between my fingers being soaked in his blood and the fact that he was bleeding out on the floor, I was not in a state to be able to pull up his underwear.
“What is with all the racket- Oh. My. God.” Vanessa stared down at Parker’s waist, obviously transfixed by his penis. I rolled my eyes, wondering what the hell was going to happen if an old lady walked past. Would she die on the spot? I couldn’t be responsible for two deaths in one day. “Look at the size of his penis!”
“I know, right?” Lindsey shrieked. “It’s like, freakishly big!”
“How did you fit that inside you?” Vanessa asked.
I held up my hands, hoping to point out that we had bigger problems, but she jumped to the wrong conclusion.
“Oh my God! He tore you open? How are you still awake?”
“It’s not from me!” I pointed down at his side and motioned with my eyes for her to look. She gasped and took a step back.
“Holy shit. I thought you said you weren’t going to hurt any of them!”
“I didn’t do it!” I shouted back, wondering why the fuck everyone was thinking that I had done this, all while his giant penis was fucking me.
“Lindsey!” a male voice shouted. Her eyes went wide and she covered her mouth. “Quick! Hide the body!”
“Hide the body? He’s still alive! He’s not dead. We can’t just shove him in the closet!”
“Well, I can’t have my husband walking up here and seeing a man laying on the ground in your room with his gigantic penis sticking out!” she whisper-hissed.
“It’s not gigantic. It’s slightly larger than the average male!”
Vanessa snorted, shaking her head slightly. “That is not what the average male looks like.”
Heavy footsteps on the stairs had Lindsey and Vanessa grabbing me and hauling me to my feet to stand in front of Parker, all to cover his penis. Seriously, did they not understand that the man was lying in a pool of blood on the floor?
“Princess?” A blonde god of a man walked up the steps, giving a sexy smirk that had my knees shaking. I could only assume that this was Lindsey’s husband. Good God, what did the town put in the water? The men were all freakishly good-looking, and this one reminded me of Val Kilmer when he was in Top Gun. In fact, if I looked at him just right, I could imagine him out in the sand playing beach volleyball.
“Holy crap,” I muttered.
She elbowed me, bringing me back to the present. “Hey, John. What’s going on?”
He narrowed his eyes at her stiff tone and took in the three of us, standing in the bedroom in a line. “What’s going on?”
“What? Oh, nothing,” she waved him off. “Vanessa and I were just getting our new tenant set up for the evening. Isn’t that right?”
“Uh, yep. Just moving in for a few days.” I jerked my hand out to shake hands with him, my politeness instincts that my mother ingrained in me kicking in. He looked down at my hand, and ever so slowly, it dawned on me that I had made a critical error. My eyes drifted down to my blood-stained hand and then lifted to meet his eyes. For an FBI agent, I was really sucking big time at the moment. Put me in a fight with a killer and I would come out on top. Have me search a crime scene for evidence and I would bring you back every scrap of evidence that could be found. But apparently, if you put me in the room with a man whose cock was so ginormous that it wouldn’t go down, even after he passed out, I turned into a basket case and couldn’t fucking control myself.
“Is that blood?”
I barked out a laugh and waved him off. “Oh, you know, that time of the month. Didn’t have any tampons handy,” I laughed. Good God, just shut up! “Guess I should have used something other than my hand. Toilet paper or a hand towel,” I burst out in laughter, before it slowly died on my lips.
He was staring me down like I was psychotic. He stepped forward and quickly grasped onto Vanessa and Lindsey’s arms and yanked them toward him, shoving them behind him. Only then did he see the man on the floor.
“Parker?”
I cringed and took a step to the side, thinking I might still have a chance at hiding him. John shoved past me and knelt down on the ground, only to pause when he saw his giant cock staring up at everyone.
He looked up at me warily and then back down. “Did that cause that?” he asked, pointing first to Parker’s cock and then to the blood on my hands.
“No! They don’t have anything to do with one another!” I said exasperatedly. “I mean, technically they do. We were…you know, and then his wound ripped open and he passed out, but it wouldn’t go down! And then Lindsey walked in and I tried to shove him back inside,” I rambled, “but it wouldn’t go in. And then Vanessa walked in and you started walking up the stairs, and they wanted me to hide his body!”
John reached down and felt for his pulse, looking up at me strangely. “But…he’s not dead.”
“I know!” I said, throwing my hands up in the air.
“Then why would you shove him in a closet? He’s injured. You should have called 9-1-1.”
“Don’t you think I know that?”
“Apparently not. You were going to shove him in a closet because he’s got a scary motherfucking cock,” John snapped.
“I wasn’t going to do anything! They-” I snapped my mouth shut, knowing that this wasn’t going to get me anywhere. “Can you do something for him?”
“Yeah, because I have medical training and shit,” John said sarcastically.
“Well, at least put him back inside,” I said pointing to his penis.
He chuckled and stood. “No, not happening. I’d do a lot for another guy, but there is no way that I’m touching another dude’s penis.”
“But you’re a guy. If anyone should be doing it, you should.”
“You’re the one fucking him,” he pointed out.
“Yeah, but you have one too! You know how they work!”
“Should I call an ambulance?” Vanessa asked.
“No!” I screamed at the same time John screamed, “Yes!”
He turned and glared at me. “Why don’t you want to call an ambulance?”
“Why won’t you shove his cock back inside?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
“He’s bleeding,” he said, pointing to Parker’s side.
“I’m aware! I can also see that his penis is sticking up.”
“Then maybe he should see a doctor. Hmm…” he said, tapping his chin. “I wonder where we could find one of them? Oh yeah, you could call an ambulance and they would take him to see one!”
“He won’t want to see a doctor. He was at Reed Security yesterday. I dropped him off there.”
“Why?” he asked suspiciously.
I rolled my eyes, figuring he was going to find out anyway at this point. “Because I shoved him through a window.”<
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“You attacked him?” he said incredulously.
“He attacked me first!”
“She’s totally badass,” Lindsey leaned forward and whispered.
“How do you know about all this?” he turned on his wife.
She shrank back and shrugged. “I may have heard it from Lucy. Hunter was there and he told Lucy. Of course, she told Claire, and she couldn’t resist the idea of spreading the word that Wonder Woman was out there on the property. She called up all the girls and the next thing I knew, Blake was here and asking for a room.”
“And you didn’t think to tell me?” he asked, his eyes narrowing dangerously.
“No, I didn’t, because she didn’t want to be found.”
“And now look what happened!” he shouted, pointing at Parker’s prone form.
“Speaking of which, maybe we should stop the bleeding, or at least make it so that nobody else walks in on his penis,” I said, hoping we could get this all wrapped up so I could move on with life.
“We’ll take him back to Reed Security,” John said, throwing me a nasty look.
“Is it okay to move him?”
John rolled his eyes and bent over. “He’s fine. A little blood loss, but it’s already stopped oozing.”
“How can you tell?” I asked.
“Because I’ve seen enough injuries to tell that he already got taken care of. His stitches popped, but he’s not seriously injured. And if he was seen by Hunter, he wouldn’t have left him unless he was sure that the guy was okay.”
He sighed and stared down at Parker. I bit at my lip, wondering how we were going to transport him in his current “condition”.
“So, who’s going to touch the penis?” Vanessa asked.
Chapter Ten
Ice
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