Page 81 of The Publicity Stunt
“But if we get caught—”
“We’re adults. We’ll handle it. And besides.” His right hand cups the back of my neck. The touch sends a shiver running down my spine. His breath falls hot against my lips. He’s so gentle, it’s driving me crazy. “Besides,” he repeats. “I really fucking want you right now.”
Well, shit.
I release a groan of resignation and pull him in for another deep kiss. His mouth is more earnest this time, his lips prying mine apart as he presses his body against mine. I can feel his erection pushing against me through the layers of clothing.
He deftly unbuttons my pants and slides a finger down. A breeze brushes across my skin, and my nipples harden. Parker pulls away slightly to take in the view. His eyes are hazy with desire, and I feel blood rush between my legs as I watch him look at me.
Grabbing my waist assertively, he places his mouth on the side of my neck and begins sucking. I tilt my head back and sigh. His teeth gently graze my flesh, then his tongue traces over the bite.
He traces a hand up my arm and pushes me down so I’m lying on my back. He presses me harder against the rough concrete, whispering my name into my skin. I don’t remember how it happens or when, but the next thing I know, I’m in nothing but my underwear and stilettos. My heart is racing.
Parker’s finger traces up my stomach, continuing along my skin. I gasp, my head falling back, and he leans forward to catch my earlobe between his teeth. “You’re so beautiful, April.” His fingertip travels to the waistband of my underwear and he inches lower, trailing over the lacy fabric. “So goddamn beautiful.”
He gently rubs my wetness through the fabric. The anticipation is torture. “Please …” I say.
“Please what, Chere?” Placing a hand over my throat, he bends over me. The feather-light pressure of his fingers over my clit is so frustrating that I arch into his hand just to feel more. “Be a good girl and tell me what you want.”
You. A soft, incoherent sigh leaves my mouth and he probably takes pity on me. Because the very next second, Parker slides the fabric aside and pushes his long, thick finger deep inside.
“Oh, God …”
He brings the other hand up to grip my hair and yanks back on it, smiling with satisfaction when I whimper again. “You like this, don’t you? Getting off while everyone down there has no clue what's going on.” He nods toward the streetlights below. When I don’t answer, he pushes his finger in deeper. “I know you, April.” He withdraws. “I know what turns my girl on.” Then, a hard thrust.
I gasp. Another push. With one hand still palming my breast, his finger plunges into my drenched pussy. A second finger joins the first and I’m sure my knuckles go white as I grip onto the ledge.
Briefly touching the sensitive spot, he pushes back into me, deeper, thrusting harder, and once again, I gasp.
He pinches my taut nipple, drawing a satisfied moan from my lips. He covers my mouth with his, absorbing my cries as one more finger slides into me, deliciously stretching me. The slick, wet noise of his fingers pumping in and out of me is enough to send me free falling into oblivion.
My hips are bucking against his hand, incoherent pleads and moans slipping from my lips. Releasing my breast, he picks up the pace with his fingers while he keeps his thumb right over my clit. I don’t even try to stifle my cries as the orgasm rips through me.
Every bit of me is physically shaking, pleasure spreading through my entire body, until my eyes roll back in my head and my back arches off the concrete surface.
He gently pulls out his fingers and pulls me up, my body falling against his bare chest. “Parker?”
He presses his lips against my damp forehead. “Mm-hm?”
Perhaps, it’s the post-orgasm high, or the rush from doing this on a rooftop, but the lust-fueled fog thickens, giving me all the confidence to say, “I want you inside me.”
He looks at me, eyebrows arched. “What?” When I don’t say anything back, he brushes the hair hanging over my face behind my ears and cups my face in his hands. “I don’t have a condom, sweetheart.” His cheeks are flushed and a lazy smile tugs at his mouth.
“I’m on birth control,” I whisper. “And I … I, um, haven’t—there’s no one else, so I’m clean.”
His brows pull together, part concern, part surprise. “Shouldn’t we talk about this first?”
What he’s saying technically makes a lot of sense. But the way his fingers are grazing past my spine overpowers any logical part of my brain, and in the end all I do is whimper.
A laugh dies in his throat. “Well, I meant what I said, Chere. I’m all yours.” He gets on his back, lying on the concrete surface. “Go ahead and ruin me.”
The dampness between my legs increases, my body longing to be ravished. I swiftly pull his sweatpants down, just below his hipbone, fully freeing his erection. Parker’s grip my waist as I straddle him, slowly lowering myself onto him. I’m so wet that he easily slips inside me, groaning as I begin to ride him, lifting my body up and down his shaft. He looks at the space between my legs where we’re joining and sighs at the sight. “Fuck, April,” he groans.
He grips my hips and I bite my lip, slowly increasing my speed. Parker’s hips thrust up to meet my riding motion. His hands are firm on my waist, and he’s holding my gaze. I focus on the feeling of his cock inside me and close my eyes.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes and tightens his fingers around my ass. “Every single inch of you …” His voice trails off, his thrusts growing deeper. His breathing is shallow, and I can tell he’s getting close. “Shit …”
I smile. He groans and his hand reaches around my ass, and I feel him toying with my other entrance. His index finger applies gentle pressure. He applies a bit more pressure and I tilt my head back, opening my eyes to gaze at the night sky. The stars are masked by city light, but the moon shines, white and brilliant.
