Parker (Face-Off 1)
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Alex slides closer, his hand still in place, and leans over to kiss me. At first, it’s a small peck on the lips, again teasing and testing me to see how far I will let him go. Parting my lips with his tongue, he kisses me softly, the passion between us growing more intense by the second, and I pull his head closer and deepen the kiss.
He breaks away from me for a second and whispers, “Are you sure about this?”
I nod, and his lips crash against mine. His fingers traveling further up my thigh, he rubs my sensitive spot over my lace panties. When Alex moves beneath them and slips two fingers inside me, I moan and open my legs wider, allowing him better access. My body tightens, and my mind goes blank from the intense pressure building within me.
His lips stifle my moans, each kiss more passionate and eager than the last. Alex increases his speed, his thumb circling my clit, and mumbles, “Come for me, sweetheart.”
I hate when he calls me sweetheart, but just like that, as if he willed it to happen, I bite down on my bottom lip, a fire burning beneath my skin, and my entire body trembles as an orgasm rips through me, tearing me apart. My moans turn to screams that die off as Alex covers my mouth with his.
“That was fucking hot,” Alex whispers as our lips separate. Then, he removes his fingers and raises them to his mouth to suck on them. “And your pussy tastes amazing. But I’m not done with you.”
He pushes my thighs together to remove my shorts and panties in one swift motion, throwing them on the floor behind him, before he gets on his knees in front of me and spreads my legs wide. One night with Alex makes up for all the months I’ve gone without sex. Hell, this is better than all the sex I’ve ever had combined.
Now, I can see why girls line up and down the block for a chance with him. I’d gladly wait, like a contestant standing in line to audition for American Idol.
Alex throws my right leg over his shoulder and kisses my inner thigh, just enough to torment me. Like a magician, he expertly works his magic, placing me under a spell that makes my head spin and my body numb, as his tongue brings me to the point of another mind-blowing orgasm.
Alex looks up at me and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Then, he sets my leg on the couch, still holding on to me. “Don’t move,” he commands as he uses me for support and stands. “I want you just like that.”
I smile when I see the effect I have on Alex and the bulge in his boxer briefs. He looks like a very big, very hard model that just stepped out of a magazine. And he’s all mine. He struts into his bedroom and comes back a few seconds later with a handful of condoms.
I guess he’s an overachiever after all.
Without wasting time, he pulls his boxers down, his massive erection springing free, and kicks them behind him. I gulp at the sight of him. Then, he opens one of the packages, dropping the rest onto the coffee table, and rolls the latex down his length. He positions himself between my legs, and I close my eyes as he pushes into me, my entire body clenching as he fills me.
“Fuck, Charlotte,” he says, his big, strong hands gripping my hips as he moves faster. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”
I moan in response, too focused on the heat spreading from my cheeks to my toes. It doesn’t take long for Alex to make me melt beneath his bulky frame. After another earth-shattering release, I’m riding a sex high that has me teetering on the edge.
Can I even handle more?
My body feels as though it could snap in half.
Alex pulls out, and before I even have time to react, he flips me over and onto my stomach and pulls my butt toward him. I lean on my elbows and bury my face in the cushions as he rocks into me, fucking me like I imagined the first time we met. He’s an animal on the ice. But he’s even more of one in bed, and now, he’s thrusting into me, our bodies slamming together, as if he were knocking me into the boards.
My favorite part of watching hockey is fantasizing about all the ways I’d want to be overpowered by a guy like Alex. This is better than I ever dreamed.
He mumbles a series of groans and curses under his breath, gripping me hard as his body spasms. Even the sounds he makes when he comes are sexy, which excites me even more.
I’m completely spent after several orgasms, ready for another shower and a long nap. Alex’s chest rises and falls against my back, his breathing still labored.
He kisses my shoulder blade and slides out of me. My knees are practically smacking together without Alex stabilizing me.
I hold on to the couch and flip myself over and onto my back with Alex’s help. My legs are like Jell-O.
“That was…” I can’t even formulate a complete sentence. For the first time in my life, I’m utterly speechless.
Our eyes meet for a second, and Alex winks at me and says, “I know,” before walking into the hall bathroom.
Not until he disappears do I realize what we just did. Overwhelmed by sexual desire, all I could think about at the time was Alex fucking the tension from my body, and now that it’s over, I’m left wondering if I made a huge mistake. He’s my boss’s favorite client, a player I’m supposed to be coaching, and instead of helping him curb his appetite for alcohol, I’ve replaced it with sex.
While he’s still in the bathroom, I pull my panties and shorts back on and turn off the television. I’m not completely steady yet, and my mind is still whirling from our encounter, but…
What the hell did I just do? How do we go back to a normal agent-client relationship after this? Did we ever really have one?
No matter how many players hit on me, I never acted upon it. And I was never once tempted—until Alex.
Unsure of what to do, I lift the empty popcorn bowl from the coffee table and take it into the kitchen to rinse it out. I don’t look up as I hear him enter the living room. The snap of the elastic band hitting his waist startles me for a second. I take only a quick peek and see he’s in boxers again. Taking the dish soap and a sponge from the edge of the sink, I focus on cleaning, my fingers working feverishly as I scrub the butter from the bowl.