“Are you going to put some clothes on?”
“Does my nakedness bother you?”
“Not a bit,” he says, pressing the power button on the coffee machine and turning around.
He’s straining against the fabric of his boxers, and I know from the tapping of his fingers on the countertop that he wants to reach down and grip it, but this man has more restraint than I initially gave him credit for.
“Maybe you’re wearing too many clothes.”
“That so?” I nod. “I was going to make us breakfast, and fried eggs and bacon is dangerous without clothes.”
“Wouldn’t want you to be able to use an injury as an excuse to give up.”
A slow grin spreads across his handsome face. “You’re crazy if you think I’d let a little grease splatter ruin the plans I have for you today.”
“Plans you say? Just what do you have in mind?”
“Think I’d divulge those right now?”
I make a point to look at his erection. “So, the plans are making you hard or the thought of breakfast is making you hard?”
“Maybe it’s the thought of having you for breakfast that turns me on so much.”
“And if I’m not on the menu?” I tease.
He licks his lips, and it makes me hate the several feet of distance separating us.
“Then maybe you’re the hungry one.”
He doesn’t outwardly offer his cock to me, but the second he reaches inside of his boxers to stroke himself, I’m off the stool and crossing the room to him. I’m on my knees, tugging down the fabric hiding him from me in the next blink of my eyes, groaning around his tip when he angles it toward my face.
“Parker,” he groans, both of his hands now gripping the counter at his back.
He doesn’t thrust, doesn’t shove his cock down my throat, and I voice my disproval of that by taking the full length of him anyway. The sounds rumbling from his chest, the worshipping words that fall from his lips make my own body zing with need, but begging him for what my body is demanding puts the power back in his lap, and I fought so hard last night to regain just an ounce of it.
I want him to beg for me, to be so needy that he can’t see straight, and somehow, he’s able to make me that person, a woman who’s already growing reckless in her need for him.
“That… fuck, Parker… that’s what I need. Every damn morning… Jesus, do that again. Yeah that. Mmm.”
I smile around him, licking the underside and angling my head back so I can see the pleasure on his face. He erupted last night in seconds when I did this, but he’s building stamina. It makes me want to double my efforts and slow down all at the same time. He teased me, and I feel like it’s only fair to do the same to him.
“Don’t stop. Almost there.”
I pull off, grinning up at him, but I’m a second too late. He releases the grip he has on the marble countertop, stroking his cock once before cum jets out, painting my tits with his orgasm.
“Damn, you’re gorgeous.”
I look down at the mess he’s made on my skin. “Even covered in cum?”
“Especially covered in cum.”
His eyes widen when I run my finger through it, teasing my own nipple with the wetness.
“Are you giving up?” I ask, noticing that his cock has flagged a little.
“I don’t understand the question,” he whispers when I lift my finger to my mouth.
“Your… oh.” I go to point, but when I look down again, that proud appendage is at full-mast. The man is an animal.
“I think today should be spent with you on your knees.”
Where did this man come from? Shy and barely able to maintain eye contact to demanding I suck his cock for hours. Why does my body shiver with anticipation with his words?
I shake my head.
“I don’t want you sore,” he says, his finger tracing the curve of my naked breast.
“I want to watch you jack off.”
“I thought the deal was that you would make me come.”
I tease fingers down my own belly, stopping just short of touching my clit. My fingers are covered in his cum, and I can’t risk getting pregnant. Something tells me this man has super sperm.
“How about we grab a quick shower, and then I’ll watch you and you can watch me? Winner is whoever can last the longest.”
My laugh echoes around his condo when he lifts me up and carries me over his shoulder to the shower.
Chapter 19
Jude
I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve orgasmed in the last twenty-four hours, and I’d bet that Parker isn’t tracking any longer either.
My cock is borderline raw, the mild burn warning of chafing warm on my heated flesh, but that fucker is still standing at attention.
She gives me a soft smile, but the exhaustion is in her eyes and the lazy brush of her fingers along my side. It’s clear my voracious appetite for her is going to win out, and I don’t know if claiming myself as a winner is better or if I should give in. I legitimately don’t know which one will have her showing back up on my doorstep in the future.