Page 82 of Just This Once

I ran my fingers along the back of his neck before smoothing my palms over his shoulders and down his sides, then around his waist to squeeze his butt and pull him in harder.

He grunted and released his mouth from mine to kiss his way lower, latching his hands around the backs of my shoulders until he reached my breasts, where he bit me through my shirt and bra.

I had no idea how he caught hold of my nipple through all that cloth, but he did, and it spiked a whole new shot of arousal straight through my pussy.

“God,” I groaned, squirming against him for more.

In the next second, he set me on my feet so he could rip my cami over my head.

When he had it tugged away from my hair and tossed to the side, he glanced down.

“Damn, Trouble.” His fingers lifted, but he turned them over before contact so he could lightly drift his knuckles over my ribs.

“So fucking soft,” he murmured as if transfixed. He slipped his fingers back up my throat, and I tipped my head back, enjoying the caress. My lashes drifted shut.

When his mouth replaced his fingers, my lips parted, and I sucked in a startled breath. He wrapped his teeth around a tendon in my neck while his hands dropped to the back clasp of my bra. Seconds later, he freed me and was slipping the straps off my shoulders. And almost immediately, he worked his way down until he was pressing his mouth to my sternum directly between both peaks.

As he cuddled his face into the twins, his arms looped around my waist, where he tethered me close, directly against him. After a moment, he turned his cheek to the side so his tongue could toy with a beaded nipple. Then he drew the whole tip into his mouth and drove me to new heights with lavishing strokes. As he suckled, he kneaded my ass with both hands.

I whimpered in need and strained toward his erection, lifting onto my toes in an attempt to get my pussy back towhere it had been before—where it belonged—but Parker didn’t accommodate me.

Instead, he dropped to his knees and buried hisfacebetween my legs, right into my shorts.

“Parker!” I shrieked in a high, tight voice.

His nose nudged my clit through all the cloth. I gripped his shoulders and rose up the wall, trying to escape the overwhelming moment.

Pausing, he looked up at me.

I swallowed thickly and reached for his hair to brush at it tenderly.

“I got you,” he promised. “Trust me.”

When I sent him a silent nod, he kept eye contact as he slipped his hands into the waist of my shorts and dragged them—along with my panties—down my legs. I stepped out of the cloth when they pooled around my ankles. And his lips twitched into a grin as his attention shifted from my face to my trimmed bush.

“Fucking beautiful,” he breathed. Marveling over my bikini wax, he gently gripped my hips between both hands before he licked his lips and leaned in.

I closed my eyes, bracing for it, but it still shocked the shit out of me when his tongue touched me.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” I chanted, my knees going weak as his lips wrapped around my slick, plump bud and sucked.

He groaned in approval, and I grabbed onto the doorframe, panting and straining as his tongue lavished. Then his hand slipped between my legs, a finger prodded my opening, and I was gone.

He’d barely pushed the thick digit into me and started to pump when my pussy contracted. I shook my head, fighting it, trying to draw the pleasure out and hold off, but the orgasmhit me like a freight train, and I came in long, uncontrollable, dizzying waves.

Time and space lost their meaning until, suddenly, I was back in myself again, and Parker was pulling his face away as he tugged his glistening wet finger free.

Pushing back to his feet, he gazed down at me and took my hand. “Okay. I think you’re ready now.”

My lashes fluttered in dazed stupefaction. “What?”

He grinned and kissed my forehead. “This way, Trouble.” Drawing me away from the wall, he led me into the bedroom. “Time for you to find out how an orgasm feels with a cock inside you.”

“But…” Still rattled and trying to recover from the orgasm he’d given me with his tongue and finger, I shook my head. “Aren’t you a little overdressed?” I ran my hand down his shirt and plucked at it as if trying to remove it from him. But he caught my wrist and easily curled my arm around to pin it behind me and trap me like that, keeping me from touching him again.

“All in good time,” he assured, nipping at my chin with his teeth.

“Now,” I argued, trying to pull away but only with a weak attempt because I really didn’twantto be free. “It’s my turn to win.”

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