Parker takes a moment to unzip his pants. Rolling a condom on he slides the head of his cock between my cheeks. With one hard thrust he is inside me. I am in a daze of ecstasy as we get lost in each other. His hands are everywhere at once— fondling, pinching, caressing, and pleasuring every nerve in my body. I feel like I am about to shatter into a million pieces with every thrust. I ride the wave of carnal pleasure that passes through me. I swear I just had a triple orgasm. How can one man make my body feel like I am with three people at once as he and only he fucks me senseless?
Parker continues to pound into me harder and harder. He pulls out and turns me around so that I am now lying flat on my back across the hood of his ‘vette. “Brandi no heels on the car, I just had it repaired.” He licks his way down each of my calves as he removes my stilettos. I study him as he continues to lick and nip his way back up to me. He is so damn gorgeous. His muscles look like they are carved from stone. I never thought he would be the tattoo type. There is a flock of birds taking flight from his left side to under his ribs on the same side of his chest.
I am caught off guard when his tongue slithers inside me, as he sucks and fingers my pussy. “You taste like a dream and fuck like a goddess.”
I pull him to my mouth and lick his lips. Tasting me on his juicy lips is such a turn on. His eyes are on fire and they are burning straight through me. This is the most erotic experience I have ever had. Parker Garrett has me saying Royce who?
“I am going to eat you alive Brandi.” He murmurs as his mouth closes over my clit. My hips buck and I press my hands down on the back of his head, sending his tongue deeper inside my pussy. I lie back against the cold metal of the car and gaze lazily all around. We are on the top floor of the parking garage it feels like we are completely alone without another soul for miles. I could stay right here with this fucking delectable hunk forever.
I find myself at a sideways angle as Parker grips my right knee bending it over the crook of his arm. I bend my left leg out and flatten it against the car. It hurts at first to be in such an awkward position, my leg muscles are burning.
My nails rake down his back as he slams into me bringing me over the edge beyond reason— I can’t believe that this is real. Parker’s body begins to jerk and twitch as he too dives over the edge of the cliff and collapses on top of me. He bites down on my nipple as his muscles are still convulsing. A growl of satisfaction leaves his lips.
“That wasn’t seven positions,” I pinch his ass trying to get his weight off of me.
“The night isn’t over yet.”
“No, but I am exhausted to be quite honest.”
“Another time then?” He looks down at me with hope that I will say yes.
I’m not sure what to say, he is my boss now, an
d this is wrong for so many reasons. I’m not even sure I can drive myself home after this. But life is short and I’d be crazy to say no.
“Yes, definitely yes.”
“Fuck,” he grumbles with frustration.
“Are you okay,” I look over at him wondering what could’ve upset him.
“I hate to tell you this but um the condom broke. Are you on the pill?”
“Yeah I get the shot, um are you ya know clean?”
“Yeah, I get tested regularly. Are you okay?”
“I’ll be fine.”
“Good. I’ll be in touch soon.” Parker waits until I am fully dressed and securely in my car before he gets into his own and drives off.
Once his taillights are out of sight I begin bouncing in my seat. That was the most amazing sex in the history of sex everywhere. How can I ever want another man after tonight? He said he would be in touch, but what does that even mean? We didn’t even exchange numbers. I am sure he probably already knows it; I did put it on my paperwork I submitted weeks ago for the open call. Besides it is his company I work for so it wouldn’t be hard for him to pull my employee file I am sure. But why would he call me, I just gave him the one thing he probably wanted from me anyway. What if he fires me? What if he thinks I’m just a whore who goes around sleeping with just any Tom Dick or Harry? Why do I have to complicate things further by over thinking it…ugh?
After composing myself enough to drive home I hope that Kline is either already in bed or not home.
If he picks up on my mood, he will ask me a gazillion question that I don’t want to think about. I could blame it on my Royce encounter, but I don’t know how I feel about that situation either. And I am sure Kline will be non-too pleased to hear that I am even thinking of starting up with Royce again.
All the lights are off once I get inside the door of the apartment. There aren’t any keys on the kitchen counter but my own. I didn’t see Kline’s truck in the lot either. Good it appears that I will be able to bathe and go to sleep.
**
“What the serious fuck Brandi!” I awake to the ranting of one very pissed off bother.
“It’s too early for this shit Kline, go away.” I roll over and face the opposite direction from where he is standing. I don’t even have to look at him to know that he is standing by my bed with his fist clinched, and his mouth curled up in a snarl.
“When were you planning to tell me you were back with Royce, fucking Royce King? What in the hell are you thinking? Are you really going to marry that tool?”
I pop up and stare at him with wide eyes.