“Parker, I need you.”
He bites the corner of his lower lip and shakes his head. “I’ve waited too long to have you beneath me like this. Let me enjoy the moment.”
I try to let him soak me in with his eyes. I really do.
He removes my panties, and my clit throbs as he brings them to his nose and inhales deeply.
He removes my stiletto, letting it drop to the floor then does the same with the other. They land in a pile along with my lingerie. His hands rub and kneed the arch of my foot, while his lips skim along the nylon of my thigh-highs.
“Jesus, you’re beautiful,” he whispers against my skin. His eyes lock with mine and I can’t take it any longer. He’s being such a tease.
“I feel so empty.” My hands, which were cupping and squeezing my breasts, travel down my body and spread my lips wide. My finger circles my clit before dipping inside. God, I’m so wet, it’s almost embarrassing.
“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.”
Next thing I know, Parker’s lips are replacing my finger and my clit is being sucked and tugged and bitten. He pumps first two and then three fingers in and out of my pussy. All the while showing me what masterful oral skills he has.
Stars dance behind my eyelids.
Angels begin to sing.
Or maybe that’s just me as I sing Parker’s praises.
His growls intensify, sending vibrations dancing along my clit. The motion of his fingers deepens, causing my whole body to tremble. And when his pinky breaches my ass, I completely come undone.
My back arches off the bed, my legs locking around his head. The whole lower half of my body is levitating off the mattress in sheer bliss. Parker’s hands grip my ass hard enough to leave marks as he follows my shaking body across the bed.
“I can’t take anymore,” I finally pant out. This was the orgasm to end all orgasms. My voice is hoarse and my body is spent. I have never in my life had such a powerful release. I’m not sure I’ll be able to do much more tonight, my body is so thoroughly sated.
Parker lowers me back down to the bed. He nuzzles my pussy and inner thigh before kissing a path up my body. Each brush of his lips stokes the blaze that just seconds ago I thought was doused. By the time he reaches my lips, I’m fumbling with his jeans, once again desperate to have him inside me.
“Wait.” He stills my hand and I frown.
“Why are you stopping?” I’m fairly certain I’m pouting, like a child who’s been denied her favorite toy.
“I don’t want to fuck you again with my clothes on. This time I want to feel my skin on yours.” He starts undoing the buttons on his shirt.
“Oh. Well, why didn’t you say so?” I get up on my knees and take over the motions. Sliding my hands into his shirt, I push it down over his shoulders as he slips his arms from the sleeves. The shirt joins my belongings on the floor. My lips leisurely explore his toned body. When I run my tongue over the flat discs of his nipples, he hisses and grips the back of my head. Taking note for what I hope will be future reference, I continue my exploration. The indent of his bellybutton. The neatly trimmed trail of hair leading down into his pants.
When I get to his waistband, he gets up to stand at the side of the bed. I hold his gaze as I undo his pants. He helps me push them over his hips, down his legs and off his body.
“Commando?” I breathe out. His cock is jutting towards me and I’m suddenly a needy, wanton mess.
“Only for you,” he says with a wink.
“All for me,” I concur. My hand wraps around his cock, my thumb spreading the drop of pre-cum leaking from the tip. Slowly pumping his silky shaft, I allow him to capture my lips. His hands on either side of my head, he holds me in place as he makes love to my mouth.
“I wanted this to last longer, but I need…” His last thought is lost as I take him in my mouth. “Never mind.”
I want to laugh, but God he tastes so good. Pretty soon all I can think about is how big he is and how much I want him to come in my mouth.
Parker has other ideas.
Before I know it, I’m on my back and he’s hovering over me again. This time, I take him in my hand and guide him to my opening.
“Condom,” he tells me, as his hips pull back.
“No. I want to feel you.” I tug again and this time there’s no resistance.
He runs the tip of his cock through my wetness, a final tease right before he slams home.
God, I love a man who likes it rough.
He rears back and slams home again, making me yelp. The pain is just cursory though. Pleasure radiates through every part of my body with each one of his thrusts.
My fingers dig into his back. My toes curl. I bite his shoulder as I hold myself to him while he rides me hard.
“I’m not going to last much longer,” Parker says through clenched teeth. “Come for me.”
“Oh God,” I groan when he angles his hips so his groin is rubbing against my clit with each thrust.
“Say my name, damn it.”
“Parker,” I scream at the top of my lungs as I’m overwhelmed with sensation. My climax hits me like a freight train barreling down the tracks. All I can do is hold on for dear life as Parker wrecks me for any other man.
Within seconds of my cunt squeezing him like a vice, he follows suit, pouring himself into me. It’s the most intimate encounter I’ve ever had. It leaves me raw.
Parker rouses me from the haze that’s enveloped me with a sweet kiss on each eyelid. I open my eyes to find him smiling down at me. Setting aside my panic from being stripped so bare by another person, I smile back.
He rearranges us so he’s on his back and I’m curled into his side with my arm draped over his stomach. His finger idly draws patterns along the skin of my hip.
It’s nice, us being together like this.
When his stomach growls, he chuckles.
I smile against his chest and lift my head.
“I hope you don’t teach Gracie to eat her dessert before her dinner?”
“I blame you for it. No man could open the door to find you looking the way you do and not hunger for a taste.” He grips my ass and pulls me on top of his body. I feel him stirring between my legs and I’m amazed there is any life left in his dick after its stellar performance.
“It would seem another body part’s hunger is going to win out over your stomach’s.” I shift my weight back so he’s at my entrance.
“Fuck, the heat of your pussy could drive a man insane.” He slowly lifts his hips and slides into me. I sit up to straddle him. My hands rest on his chest as I begin bouncing on his cock.
Eventually we get dinner.
Chapter Seven
“The entryway for the Hancock property needs to be redesigned to include a fountain.” I listen as Mark Stone, Parker’s uncle, drones on about the different projects in progress.
My mind is on other things, like the memory of Parker eating my pussy last night, along with the feel of his foot as it rubs along mine right now.
Parker shifts in his seat across the table and I feel his foot creeping up my leg while his eyes bore into mine. I match his stare, wondering which of us will back down first.
Feeling saucy, I pick up my pen and place the tip between my lips. I suck gently on it and am awarded with his hard swallow. As Mark continues on his quest to put everyone to sleep, I continue my own—to make Parker squirm.
I slowly move the pen in and out of my mouth, mimicking the very movements I know from experience drive Parker absolutely insane. Just last night, he told me I gave the best head he’s ever had. I smile proudly at the memory.
Parker shifts in his seat again, his hand going under the table as he slumps down in his chair. I imagine him gripping his cock through his pants and my tongue darts out to swipe across the tip of the pen cap. His groan is loud enough to silence his uncle. The man blinks over at Parker, which has him squirming for a completely different reason now.
“Is there something y
ou’d like to share with us, Parker?” Mark turns his full attention to Parker, which means everyone else in the room does too.
“No, sir,” is Parker’s contrite response.
“Something has to be important enough that you would interrupt the meeting and take up everyone’s time.”
I roll my eyes and bite back a sarcastic retort. It’s not Parker taking up everyone’s time. His uncle is the one who is a complete windbag, using every opportunity he can find to cause a scene.
Parker shoots me a glare and I almost feel bad for putting him in this predicament. Almost.
“It was nothing. Just a cough,” Parker tells his uncle. He then picks up his own pen and clicks it, signaling he’s ready for whatever else needs attention. Appeased, Mark leaves him with one last warning before continuing his diatribe.
Crossing my arms on the table, I lean forward and smirk at Parker. I know it’s probably going to earn me some form of punishment later, but I really don’t care. I enjoy seeing him in the hot seat. It almost makes up for the fact that he kept me on edge last night for so long I was clawing at him like a wild animal. Granted, the orgasm I was finally rewarded with was well worth the wait, but turnabout was still fair play.
Parker ignores me for the rest of the meeting. On our way out the door, he grabs my arm and leads me down the hall towards his office. Once we are out of earshot, he hisses in my ear, “You are going to pay for that little stunt.”
“It was an innocent little thing gone bad,” I explain.
“That gives me an excellent idea. You’re about to be very bad.” His whispered words against my neck send shivers up my spine, but I force myself not to lean into his touch. We’ve managed to keep things professional between us at work for the past week. Behind closed doors at night, though, we are anything but. It’s amazing. Like a dream come true. I’m still waiting for someone to pinch me.
“Paige, I really need you to do some dictation for me,” Parker says loud enough for any passersby to hear.
“I’m ready for whatever you’ve got.” A smile tugs at my lips when I hold up my notepad and give him my own double entendre.
The sound of the latch clicking when he shuts the door to his office starts a slow throb deep in my core. We have yet to do anything sinful in the workplace. Well, other than our first fuck, that is. Knowing we could be caught at any point in time is turning me on hardcore.
My breathing is shallow when Parker steps up behind me. I can feel the heat radiating from his body. When he doesn’t touch me, I feel myself growing antsy.
“You have some dictation you need taken care of?” I ask in a breathless voice. I shouldn’t be this turned on, yet I am. It’s amazing what a little anticipation can do for you.
“Yes, your oral skills are going to be put to the test today.”
“As you know, I excel at all things oral.”
“Hmmm,” he hums. “I do believe you’re correct. However, I need to make sure you are thoroughly versed in all things dictation.” His emphasis on the first syllable makes me smile.
“And how do you presume we make that happen?”
“How well can you take direction, Miss Lancaster?” Parker walks around me and sits in the chair behind his desk. I stand still waiting for his command. He loosens his tie as he studies me, his smirk proving to me he knows that he’s got me very much on edge.
“Why don’t you come here?” He crooks his finger and my pussy spasms from that one move.
When I round the desk, he pushes his chair out so I can stand in front of him.
“Come closer, Paige.”
I lean down and he kisses me. It’s a short one, however, broken when his hands on my shoulders push me to the floor. On my knees, I scoot back so I’m under his desk with a perfect view of Parker rubbing his cock through his pants. I lick my lips when I see it snakes down his right leg.
“Dressed right today?” My index finger trails down the length of him.
He slowly unzips his pants and pulls his thick cock out, telling me without words what he wants me to do. I wrap my hand around his erection and bring him to my mouth. His hands fist in his lap when I run the thick tip back and forth across my lips, wetting them with his pre-cum.
“Enough teasing.”
Parker’s order has my eyes locking with his, as I take him fully into my mouth. I swallow around his length once before releasing him so that only his tip rests on my tongue. His eyes are dark with desire as he looks down at me. His hands now white knuckling the arms of the chair.
Knowing how much he wants this—how much I want this—I let go and feast on him. My head bobs as much as the space allows. My fingers roll his balls between them. Combined, it’s enough to have him lifting his hips and thrusting into my mouth.
I’m so wet, I can feel it dampening my panties. I wish I could slip a finger inside my pussy and take the edge off, but there’s just not enough room under the desk.
A knock on the door has me stilling—his cock deep in my throat. Imagine my surprise when instead of telling the offender to buzz off, he barks at them to come in. When the door opens, I hear the unmistakably husky voice of Margot from legal. Her phone sex voice is the talk of the office. Doesn’t hurt any that she vaguely resembles Jessica Rabbit.
I let him slip from my lips when she nears his desk. Parker interjects here and there as she explains about some contractual matter that needs his oversight. I’m growing annoyed with the turn this interlude has taken. Parker is clearly messing with me and it’s making me feisty.
With an evil smirk, I wrap my lips around the tip of his still rock hard cock and suck on him. Parker’s words falter for a brief second before he recovers.
Challenge accepted.
I take him into the back of my throat, silently gagging on him. Parker’s hand grips the arm of the chair as he strains to keep himself in check. Taking his balls in my hand, I find them hard. Oh, he’s close.
How does it feel to lose control yet again, Parker? I silently ask as I apply more suction, bobbing just a little faster and curling my tongue around the head with each pass.
Parker’s legs tense right before he swells even more in my mouth and shoots his load down my throat. When he comes, he does it silently but a strangled cough escapes him.
I smile triumphantly while licking him clean as if he were an ice cream cone.
“Are you okay?” Margot asks him and she sounds closer now. I release his cock and silently scramble further back under the desk, grateful that she can’t see underneath it.
“I’m fine,” Parker answers and he clears his throat. It’s his uncomfortable tell. He doesn’t do it often, but when he does it means he’s about to panic. She must be right up on him.
A brief flare of jealousy comes over me when I see Margot’s shoes come around the side of his chair. She is way too close for comfort, especially since he’s free balling under the desk the right now.
Parker scoots his chair closer to the desk, further hiding his now softening dick. I duck my head down to get a better view and when I do I see Margot rubbing his arm.
“You know, Parker, I can take care of whatever is ailing you.” She keeps up that damn rubbing. How dare she come on to him when I’m under here, his cum still stuck to the side of my mouth.
What a slut.
“I don’t think this is appropriate.” He clears his throat again, his chair scooting in a little further. It’s starting to get rather cramped under this desk.
“That isn’t what you were saying at the Christmas party last year,” she practically purrs.
Parker grabs her hand when it starts to venture south. I have to physically restrain myself from pushing out from here and ripping her hair out.
“Nothing happened at the party last year. You were drunk. You kissed me once and then you ran off to the bathroom.” His tone is placating and I imagine her face burning with embarrassment.
It’s Margot’s turn to clear her throat. “I see. Well, I guess I better be going then.
”
Her high-heels disappear from my line of vision before I hear the door open and then shut. Parker pulls back and reaches his hand down to help me up off the floor. I stand up and straighten my clothes while he tucks himself away.
When he reaches for me, I pull back. He frowns and tries again. When I step back a second time, his brows furrow.
“You suck. You know that?”
“It isn’t that big of a deal. It’s like I told Margot, nothing happened between us.”
“That isn’t why I’m upset, Parker,” I seethe.
“I don’t understand what the issue is here.” Typical clueless male.
“The issue is, your dick was in my mouth and you allowed someone to come into your office. We could have been caught.” I wipe his cum from the side of my mouth to emphasize my point.
“It was meant to be funny. Maybe even a little naughty. Besides, we’re more apt to get caught now with the way you’re carrying on.”
“Carrying on?” I say in a heated whisper. I straighten and take a step towards him, drilling my finger into his chest. “Just so you know, girls don’t think something like that is funny. If Margot saw us, I’d be the office slut and you’d still just be Parker—the amazing stud who got his slutty assistant to blow him under his desk.”
“I’m sorry.” He sobers and reaches for me when he realizes this wasn’t fun and games after all. When I give him a scathing look, he holds his hands up in surrender. “What can I do?”
“Nothing.” I take a deep steadying breath and square my shoulders. “I’m taking a break in the washroom. I’ll be back in fifteen.”
Without another word, I leave Parker alone in his office and go take care of myself.
Hey, every girl needs a stress reliever.
Chapter Eight
The sound of the doorbell to my parent’s house—well my house, since last winter they retired down to Florida and gave it to me—has my head turning in that direction. A glass of wine in one hand and the remote in the other, I loathe to get up off the couch. It isn’t as if I’m expecting anyone at this hour.
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