Page 117 of The Publicity Stunt
“Good girl.” He pulls back to yank my top off completely, throwing it to the side, over the bed of roses. My nipples instantly harden as a gust of cool air blows past us. A distant car horn sounds and my eyes widen, darting around the place, and I have my first logical thought since this began:I shouldn’t have let him take my top off on his freaking balcony for the world to see.
But Parker’s lips twitch up in a smile and he arches my back toward him, almost making a show of me, and my pussy throbs with anticipation.
Right next to my ear, he whispers, “Take off the rest yourself.”
Maintaining eye contact with him, I lower my feet from the railing and shimmy out of my jeans and underwear. I’m completely naked; anyone could see me and he knows that. He likes that. And I like that.
He lowers himself in front of me, all the while looking up, holding my gaze. My chest rises with my shallow breathing and I widen my stance. “Lean back. And April?” A slow smile forms across his mouth. “No making any noise.”
That’s all he says before his tongue meets my pussy. A few gentle licks at first, quickly replaced by hard tugs and pulls on my swollen clit. I groan and he dives in deeper, pushing my hips back against the wall. I throw my head back, fisting his hair, whispering his name.
Taking my reaction as encouragement, he pushes two fingers inside me, his tongue circling against my clit. Pumping them slow at first, then curling one in a come-hither motion, hitting that sweet spot he’s memorized. He sucks on my clit and a sharp cry leaves my mouth. “I need … fuck me, please …”
“Shhh,” he whispers against my skin, lightly biting my thigh. “I have to make sure you’re warmed up first.” He pushes a third finger in, his teeth grazing past my clit as he starts finger-fucking me with more force. My wetness drips down the inside of my thighs, down his hand and all over his tongue. Jesus fucking Christ.
I offer another soft sigh of pleasure and he gives my clit one sharp pull with his teeth. That’s all it takes for me to bring my free hand up to my mouth, muffling my moans as I come all over his tongue.
He stands up, holding me up with one arm over my hips, and wipes the corners of his lips with his thumb. “You’re fucking perfect, you know that?” he says and plants a lingering kiss on my lips. “My perfect fucking angel,” he whispers and slides a hand down between my thighs, barely dipping the tip of his finger into my pussy. I suck in a quick breath. “Let me show you just how perfect.”
He pushes in a second finger while his thumb stays put on my clit. A string of moans leaves my mouth and I arch my chest into him. He lowers his mouth to my neck, kissing, sucking, biting, while pumping two fingers in and out of my cunt.
“Inside … I want you inside me. Please,” I whimper. “Please fuck me.”
“I’ll give you anything you want, sweetheart.” He kisses my cheek, pulls his fingers out, and spins me around. “Hands on the wall.”
I glance back, the corner of my lips twitching up in a faint smile, placing my palms flat against the red bricks.
He kneads my ass with one hand.
A soft plea leaves my mouth as he moves his hard length along my wetness. “Please, Parker. Stop making me wait.”
He grabs me by the waist and picks up my underwear from the ground. I look back at him standing there with my panties in his hand, and he pauses for a minute before stuffing them in my mouth.
“You're going to keep quiet while I fuck you as hard as I like,” he whispers into my ear as the footsteps of a few pedestrians down the street echo up to us. “Understand?”
Nodding and shivering as Parker’s cock runs over my clit, I’m barely able to stifle a scream when he pushes forward, thrusting himself into me. He grabs my ass hard and I clench the wall, fighting to not be thrown into it.
Parker leans to his side to watch my breasts sway hard back and forth as he stands on the balls of his feet, his hips extended so he can drive deeper inside. “Look at you.” He runs his hand up the side of my face and pushes my panties into my mouth. I bite down hard on the fabric as Parker runs his finger across my lips, ramming into me with a newfound conviction. Deeper this time. “Sshh …” He grips my hair and forces my head back up. “Only I get to hear how much you love my cock in that tight little pussy.”
He tightens his grip around my hip and starts fucking me uncontrollably. Desperate and hungry for more. “You like this? Getting fucked in the open for anyone to see?” His hand lifts off my skin, then falls back with a tight slap on my bare ass.
A loud moan leaves my throat.
At this point, I don’t give a fuck who sees us or hears us. His hands bunch in my hair. It almost feels like we’re setting the air around us on fire.
“Do you think they’re watching?” he says, tilting his head at the street.
I bite down on my underwear and nod, and Parker slowly increases his speed. “Do you want them to be?”
I nod again, and he fucks me even harder. We’ve reached a steady pace now, his hands firm on my waist. “Then they’re watching us,” he breathes. “They’re watching me fuck you …” His voice trails off. He looks down at me, his thrusts growing deeper. I slide my thumb toward my clit and slowly start rubbing it, faster, harder, matching the pace of his thrusts. A string of whimpers and cries gets lost in the fabric of my panties.
“That’s it, baby,” he says and I increase the pressure over my clit. “Come for me.”
A single cry of pleasure rips through my throat and Parker’s breathing gets heavier as he slides in and out of me with increasing pace. “Your pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?” He brings both hands over my shoulders, pulling me into him again and again, till nothing exists. Nothing but the sound of our panting filling up the cold New York air. Nothing but the muffled sound of his name leaving my lips. Louder and louder each time. My pussy tightens over his cock.
“That’s it. Such a good girl.” He goes on fucking me, drawing out another orgasm, fisting my hair in his fingers. One more frantic thrust and he lets go too, coming inside me. Our bodies melt into each other, my back against his chest.
Both of us are panting, trying to get over the madness we just got caught up in.
