Dr. Stud

Sitting on the floor in front of me, she leans over and runs her tongue from the base of my cock to the tip, wrapping her lips around the head and sucking lightly. I moan in response, placing my hand at the back of her head to help her take more of me into her mouth. She lets go and sits back. “Not yet,” she says mischievously, and begins kissing the length of me up and down, alternating with tiny, playful bites that are just enough to tease without hurting me. She runs her tongue around my head, pausing to quickly insert me into her mouth before continuing her game.

There’s nothing I can do. I am putty in her hands as she coaxes and plays with me. Suddenly, taking me in one of her hands, she plunges my cock deep into her mouth. I shout in pleasure in response. All of her teasing has made me incredibly sensitive, and the sensation of being wrapped up in her is amazing. I hear her whimper quietly as she tries to push me deep into her throat, wrapping her tongue around me as she takes me in and out of her mouth.

Memories of our night together come flooding back, and I am overcome with all of those same old feelings. How could I have ever walked away from our connection?

As much as I want her to finish me with her expert mouth, I need to show her how deeply I have missed her, I have craved her, for all of these years. I grab both of her arms and pull her off of me. I’m so close to coming, but I can’t, not yet. I want to fill her once more.

Gently, I guide Parrish to kneel on top of me, facing me. I kiss her first tenderly, and then again and again, my passion and my desire for her overcoming me completely. I reach under her pencil skirt and push it up around her waist, running my hands up her gorgeous legs. She’s wearing black lace panties, which seem a little impractical for daily use. Was she hoping for this too? Was she planning this?

I run my fingers over her panties, feeling her shiver with expectation. Hooking my fingers into the crotch of the thin lace, I move them aside. Parrish knows what I want, and lifts herself up over my cock, sliding herself down onto me with a sigh.

Parrish puts her hands firmly on the back of the couch and begins moving her hips forward and back as my cock slides ever deeper into her. We are like two puzzle pieces who have finally found one another again. I fit in her perfectly.

I grab her hips to help her lift herself up and down on top of me, letting her adjust to the size of me. She doesn’t need too much time though, and quickly increases her pace, bouncing vigorously on top of me.

Her breasts, still locked under her shirt, bounce near my face as she uses my cock for her pleasure. My name is on her lips as she finds her orgasm. I can’t believe it. I’m with Parrish. The one who got away. The one I’ve dreamt about every night. I hold her waist even tighter as I help her continue to ride me while she comes. She constricts herself around my cock with every wave of release, and suddenly I find myself releasing deep into her. She falls to the side of me, both of us panting from the effort.

“Parrish. I… I have missed you for so long,” I manage to say. But Parrish doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t even turn to look at me. She just whispers,

“I need you to leave, Hawk. Now.”

I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what to think. But there is a deep, abiding sadness in her eyes that tells me now is not the time to argue with her. All I can do is get up, get dressed, and walk out, leaving her behind. And leaving me to wonder what the fuck I’ve gotten myself into by coming back here.

Chapter 7

Parrish

Holy shit. Oh, holy shit. What did I just do? What did I just do with… Hawk? I can’t believe that happened. Oh… shit.

Of all the mistakes I’ve made in my life, and I’ve made plenty, I’m pretty sure what Hawk and I just did in my office ranks up near the top. When he was yelling at me, all I wanted to do was kick him in the groin and leave him writhing on the floor. Instead, we ended up… On the couch in my office…

Oh, god.

I have no idea where Hawk went after I told him to leave… he just got dressed and disappeared out of the office without so much as a word, and I don’t have time to worry about it. Anna was just watching Gracie long enough for me to come to the office and answer some phone calls, and I’m not quite sure how to explain that I’ve been gone for over an hour. I also don’t know how I’m going to explain the flushed look on my face, or the absolute, abject embarrassment in my eyes.

I wish I understood what switch flipped in my head to make me think that was a good idea, to think there was any benefit to letting my body take over and shove my brain to the background. Because that is exactly what happened. For the first in years, I stopped thinking. My mind completely shut down. All of my worries, my fears, my panic over raising Gracie alone, my grief, everything melted into the background and I was left with nothing but pure, overwhelming desire. It was the exact same swell of emotions I felt all those years ago with Hawk in the barn; it felt like I was a carefree kid again, with nothing but her future ahead of her.

Except, that isn’t reality. The reality is that I’m standing outside of the door of the main house, my hand on the door knob, for some reason afraid to turn it because I don’t know if Hawk is inside or not. I need to get back to Gracie, and get her ready for dinner, but all I can do is stand here, my hand on the handle, staring at the bright red door. I’m not even sure how long I’ve been standing here when the door swings open, and I’m face-to-face with Anna.

“Parrish? What the hell are you doing, girl? Will you get inside? Gracie needs a change and I need to finish dinner.”

I nod and follow Anna inside, but she turns and looks at me curiously. “What’s wrong with you? You okay? You look like you just ran a marathon.”

I laugh, way too loudly and way too awkwardly. “Whaaaat? What are you talking about? No, I just lost track of time and rushed over here from the office. Lots to do. You know how it is.”

Anna raises her eyebrow at me. She’s not buying it. “Uh-huh. Well, can you take care of your kid? I’m about to burn dinner and you know how dad gets if his food isn’t perfect. The old coot. It’s going to be worse with Hawk here.”

I laugh awkwardly again. “Yup, you got that right.”

Anna stops dead in her tracks and spins around, pointing an accusatory finger at me. “What did you do?”

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; “What?” I ask, trying to feign completely confusion.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. I know you, Parrish. What. Did. You. Do?”

I open my mouth to start to confess, when Sam and Candy come around the corner with Gracie in tow. I take a grateful breath, relieved that I have even a temporary reprieve.