Groomed For Love

“There’s nobody,” I assured him quickly. Still not sure why he’d find that so amusing as he smiles broadly.

“You seem surprised,” I observe, not even hiding my sarcasm or my little twinge of hurt.

It’s nothing new though, who would really see me with anyone?

But Parker did, just now.

“I mean I’m glad,” he adds, still smiling, almost sighing with relief.

“And what if I did have a boyfriend?” I ask, feeling defiant all of a sudden. But I can see the idea pains him.

“Would you still have kissed me on the cheek if you did?” Parker asks, pretending to ignore my question.

“A friendly peck,” I counter, trying to call his bluff and failing.

Both of us feeling this thing between us building up in a tension that’s borderline overflowing.

“I don’t think any man who had you would want you kissing anyone else, even like that,” he says, his voice getting deeper.

I feel that thing inside me again, that pressure like something’s about to burst if he doesn’t touch me, kiss me, or something way more intense like I suddenly know I need more than air right now.

“I know I wouldn’t want you anywhere near anyone else if you were mine,” he finally says, causing my breathing to pick up so fast I feel like I’ll faint.

His eyes run over me again, boring into me and feeling like hands and fingers as he takes in my chest, my neck.

I can feel myself panting, a little whimper escaping as I start to squirm in my seat.

Not just imagining kissing him or having those hands run over my chest, but needing him to do it.

Right. Freaking. Now.

“Parker,” I whine, feeling the room spin as I become dizzy, my eyes feeling like they’re rolling back as he gets up and comes over to me.

We can both stop playing now, both stop pretending.

He lifts me out of my seat, my hands reaching for his body and brushing against his thick line of arousal, making him groan before he pulls me close.

“What if I only wanted to kiss, you Parker? Nobody else?” I gasp.

“Then I’d have to tell you that if you did, even just one more time, I wouldn’t stop kissing you back. Not even for a second. Not until I knew you were all mine,” he rasps.

“Then I guess I’m all yours,” I hear myself saying, the last thing out of my mouth before I finally feel his lips pressing gently over mine.

Chapter Ten

Parker

I know I’m not imagining it anymore, and I’m glad I brought her home.

This is actually happening.

Also, I’m dead serious when I caution her, once I kiss her and she kisses me back?

She’s mine, I’ll never kiss another as long as I live and I will claim her properly.

I pull her close and kiss her like this is my last kiss, not that I can remember my last kiss.

She feels so small in my arms, but I lift her up like she’s air and in a single moment it all makes sense.

Everything we’ve both been through for so long is explained in a second.

I play it safe, not wanting to overwhelm her with too much passion, but it’s pretty clear pretty quick how we both really feel. How both our bodies are craving one another.

My gentleman’s kiss transforms into a heated tongue fucking in no time, and for someone like me who’s been single forever, Naomi is no slouch when it comes to tonsil hockey team playoffs.

But true to my word, and from her own audible feedback, we both want more. Much more and I can feel she’s so close to her own climax already that the least I can do is help her out with that.

My cock is pounding like a hammer in my pants, a hot and very wet patch of precome lubing up my dick as it pulses. Straining against the thick fabric of my pants.

Her legs wrap around me, and by sheer need, I find the tabletop, forgetting all about my laptop, my files, and the idea of coffee.

A hot serving of her sweet pussy is far more desirable, and I know she needs a good licking and dicking more than anything else right now.

I lie her back on the solid oak, kicking the chairs aside as she writhes and moans under me, her hand finding my proud erection and gasping loudly as she runs a flat palm up and down its length.

I swallow hard, straining not to give in to my urge to fill her straight away, to thrust my hot pole deep inside her and fill her full of my seed.

No.

I want to taste her all over first. In my mouth, under my hands, and with her whole body against mine before I claim her as my own.

Watching my hands steady from an excited tremble to a purposeful grip on her sweat pants, I slowly start to peel them down, hearing her gasp louder as she shudders against the sensation.