Page 67 of The Publicity Stunt
My muscles pull taut, just watching my erection fit between her pretty lips.
Fuuuck. My hand tightens on the back of her head. “April,” I groan. One hand holds the back of her neck, and the other sits on the wall in front. “Fuck …”
April picks up the pace, her free hand descending underneath her skirt, between her spread knees. She’s touching herself.
Oh, fuckfuckfuck.
My hand leaves her neck and immediately sinks into her hair. “April …” My hand on the wall turns into a fist. She glances up, my cock still in her mouth. “Stand up, please.”
Her breath comes short and aching. “Not good?”
“So good, but, I just …” I kneel, grabbing her panties with both hands, and pull them down to her ankles. “I need to taste you.” I drape her leg over my shoulder and kiss the inside of her thigh.
April braces herself against the stall wall, wet and nervous. “Ohh, I … oh, my God.” She clenches my hair, legs twitching in arousal as I suck her clit. Kissing her heat. She tastes like heaven. I want to drown into her. She bites her lip, trying to stifle her cries, as I push a finger in. She whimpers in want and urges me to get up.
I drop her foot gently and do as I’m told. The second I stand, her lips crash into mine. Parting and skimming. Tension pulls and tugs, and I rest her back against the tiled wall.
She throws her head back, looking at me with apprehension. “Parker?”
I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Yes, Chere?” I rub her thigh, searching her gaze. She swallows once. Hard. My brows furrow with concern. “What’s wrong?”
“I, um, I want to feel you inside me.” She hesitates, then hurries to add, “It doesn’t mean we have to do it here and right now. I’m on birth control and obviously I’ve been tested too. I’m just letting you know that I’d like it … um, whenever, if you’re ready—”
Fuck. My lips find hers and she gasps into a shudder. Her body trembling against me. “I want to, April,” I whisper. “So badly, you have no idea.”
“Really?” The smile in her voice swells around me.
“I’m a bit nervous, though.” The admission doesn’t feel weird. With April, everything feels completely normal. Like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. During the initial months of our relationship, I was obviously inexperienced compared to her. But she never made me feel awkward or weird about not knowing how or where to touch her. And I didn’t want to act like I knew her body better than she did. Having her teach me what she likes was such a fucking turn-on for me.
“We don’t have to do it here,” she replies. “I don’t want your first time to be in a cramped bathroom stall. It should be—”
“You gonna get me flowers and a candlelit room, Chere?” I tease. What she’s saying makes sense. “First times” should ideally be on a bed. Maybe no roses, but some music? Quite frankly, I really couldn’t care less. All I want is to be with her.
“If that’s what you want, then yeah.” Her hand drifts to the hem of my T-shirt. “I was just letting you know that I’d like to have sex with you. Whenever you’re ready.”
“Then, let’s.”
Her eyes widen a little. “Now?”
I nod, trailing my fingers up and down her waist. “I don’t care where it happens, or even how it happens, Chere,” I plant a kiss between her eyebrows. “As long as it happens with you.”
“Are you sure?” she asks, glancing up. “I can get you off—”
“Can I please fuck you, April?” My words stun us both to silence, but then the corner of her mouth tugs up and she nods once. With my jeans pushed down below my hipbone, I lift her skirt, bunching it up next to her stomach. The next thing I know, her mouth is back on mine and I’m pushing her against the tiled wall. I run my fingers over her soft skin, rolling my thumb over her already hard nipples, to which she elicits a small moan of encouragement. Acting on the encouragement, I bend down and lightly lick her left nipple, tasting her skin, before moving to the right. April pulls my face firmly to her chest and grinds her hips against me. I slide my hands around and grip her ass to increase the pressure of her grinding.
In seconds I have my arms around her thighs. She gasps when I immediately go for her engorged clit and press my tongue firmly against it. Slowly, I begin to run my fingers through her velvety folds. She moans in relief. I can hear her breathing quicken, so I bring my mouth back to her clit, swirling my tongue around as I slip a finger deep into her.
“Oh, my God,” she whispers breathlessly, pushing back against my hand and mouth. I increase the pressure of my tongue and add a second finger. “Now … Parker … please, inside me now …”
Arousal shoots up my spine. Fuck. I rise off the ground, drinking her in, the most beautiful girl on the fucking planet. And she’s mine. “April.” The nervousness in my voice is palpable.
Her eyes move up to my face and she smiles, bringing a hand forward to cup my cheek, kissing me. “I’ll tell you what I like and you can tell me what you like too. If at any point, you want to stop, just let me know and we’ll stop. Sound okay?”
My heart melts like a stick of butter on a hot pan. I want to wrap my arms around her and never let go. The words are in my throat, and I’m trying not to say them, not because I don’t mean them, but because I don’t want to want to freak her out.
But of course, it’s all in vain. “I love you.”
Her smile fades. Her chin tilts up and her eyes meet mine, teeming with terror or confusion, I can’t fucking tell. Shitshitshit. “You … um.” April clears her throat. “What did you just say?”
