Found in Us (Lost 2)

"Show me," he growls. "Touch yourself."

An electrifying jolt wracks me, heating up every part of my body. One in particular.

"So you didn't want my neighbors to witness something that might give them interesting dreams, but you're okay with everyone driving around us watching?"

"There are barely any cars on this road, and they won’t see what’s going on. Do it. I want to see you pleasure yourself, Jessica."

I sink in my seat, the tips of my fingers prickling as I push the fabric of my red dress up my thighs.

"Like this?" I tease, running my fingers up and dow

n a thigh.

"Lower," he commands.

"You are demanding, aren't you?"

"Now."

The commanding tone in his voice is just as arousing as the idea of touching myself. I let my hand slide inside my panties, when he says, "Get rid of your knickers. I want to see."

I oblige, taking my time to roll them down my legs, enjoying how his breaths are becoming increasingly sharper and heavier. It gives me a sense of elation and power.

But I don't touch my core right away. I keep one hand on my inner thigh and run the other one up to my breasts, feeling my nipples harden in my bra under my dress, throbbing to escape. Throbbing for his touch. My skin burns for him.

I am slick with wetness already when I finally touch myself intimately, and when I start circling my clit, I arch my back as waves of pleasure start spreading through me. I did this quite a few times this week, especially when his messages reached a level of hotness that had me aching for him. But touching myself under his gaze makes the tingles inside me a thousand times more intense. No man I've been with wanted things like this. But Parker is offering me a freedom that others tried to restrain. Pushing me even further than I would have imagined. First, the opera. Now this.

"Parker," I gasp, as the unbearable tension transforms in shivers of anticipation.

"That's it. Make yourself come."

"Touch me," I whisper.

"You're not the one commanding here."

"Touch me," I beg, closing my eyes as I increase the rhythm of my fingers around my clit. When I'm on the verge of my release, I feel Parker thrusting two fingers inside me, curving them to touch that sweet spot that sends me into overdrive. I swing up my hips, pushing against his fingers while circling my tender spot.

"Come, Jessica," he says. His words undo me like nothing else, and in one brutal second, an inferno of pleasure overtakes my body, and I'm left writhing and gasping out his name.

My body still shaking, I put my panties back on. Damn. They’re soaked. And their touch on my sensitive skin makes me want Parker. The car takes an abrupt turn to the left, and it suddenly becomes dark. I sit up straight, swaying a little. We're entering an underground parking lot. This can't be where Parker lives though. It's just a parking lot.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Trying to avoid crashing, because I'm so hard I can barely concentrate on the road."

Oh.

He drives to the lowest level of the parking lot, where there are hardly any cars. He pulls over in the least illuminated part of the lot and turns off the engine. I swallow hard, my heart rate picking up speed again. There is so much sexual tension in the air it's almost like a fog.

"Come here," Parker commands in a hoarse voice. He doesn't say anything more explicit, but there's no need. In a few swift moves, I leap from my seat and straddle him, seating myself in his lap. Our mouths crash into one another with desperate need. His tongue darts inside my mouth, joining my own in a dance that tells of lust and need and craving. Parker pushes the seat farther back and then grabs my thighs, his fingers grazing my skin, as if he can't get enough of me.

Good.

Because I can't get enough of him, either. Though I found my release not five minutes ago, my intimate spot pulsates again at being this close to him.

"That's it," he murmurs, nuzzling my neck with his lips. Parker lets out a deep, hoarse sound when I press my soaked panties against the hard bulge confined beneath his pants. It's my turn to succumb to moans when he strokes the wet fabric of my panties with his fingers. I guess I shouldn’t have bothered to put them back on.

"You're so responsive, Jessica," he says, caressing my swollen flesh with one hand, and seeking my breasts with the other. I don't know when he undoes my bra, but suddenly my hardened nipples are exposed. His mouth covers one of my nipples, swiping his tongue across it until my legs wobble and then he removes the panties.