Blame It On The Whiskey (On the Rocks) - Page 20

I pull my shirt off and throw it to the floor. I put my hand on her back, drawing her to me, wanting to feel her bare breast against my chest. We both moan almost greedily at the contact. “Fuck,” I mutter.

She pulls back just a little. “What is it? Tell me.”

I sigh. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

She stiffens in my arms, but before she tries to get up, I hold on to her. “Listen to me first. It’s not bad.”

She looks at me warily. “What is it?”

I swallow, shaking my head. “This will be my first time too.”

She smiles, and I swear I see the start of a laugh on her face but she shuts it down quickly when she sees I’m not joking. “What? But... no... you and Janice at senior prom. Everyone was talking about it...”

I shake my head. “I didn’t have sex with her. We made out, but that was it.”

“Parker....” She says my name long and low. “You don’t have to say that just to make me feel...”

“Have I ever lied to you?” I ask her.

She shakes her head. “No. Never.”

“Well, I wouldn’t lie to you about this. I wanted you to know... I figure you’ll know soon enough, but I figured we should get it out there before we, uh, you know.”

She slides farther down my lap, pressing her heated core right against my hard cock. The zipper is restraining me, which probably right now is a good thing because I’m afraid I won’t last long.

“Why?” she asks me.

I stroke my hands up and down her bare back, watching as the goose bumps form on her arms. “Why what?”

“Parker... women chase you. I know you’ve had plenty of opportunities...”

I touch a finger to her cheek, loving the feel of her soft skin. “It never felt right.”

She smiles at that. “And this... with me... feels right?”

I kiss her lightly on the lips and pull back. “Yes, with you it is always right.”

I reach down between us to rub the soft satin between her thighs. She’s soaked through her panties, and I move the material to the side and stroke through her folds. She lifts off me slightly to give me more room. I coat my finger through her honeyed depths. She reaches for the button of my jeans, but I stop her. “No, honey. I need you to come first because I don’t think I’ll last long.”

She doesn’t stop, though. She unfastens my jeans and puts her hand down the front of my pants. “I don’t care about that, Parker. I want you inside me.”

Her hand wraps around my girth, and my hips come off the bed. I surge into her grip and moan harshly. I stand up and turn to lay her on the bed. Her back barely hits the mattress and I’m pulling down her panties. One look at her bare slit and my knees hit the floor. I bury my head at the apex of her thighs. I kiss her, stroking my tongue through her slit. “Yes,” she moans.

She thrusts her hips, and I put my arm over her hips to hold her in place. I focus on her clit, suckling her. Her soft mewls get louder, and her legs lock around my head. Her hips jerk, but I don’t slow down. Her body tautens all around me, and in an instant she starts convulse as she bellows my name. But I still don’t stop.

Chapter 15

Haven

He’s relentless. I orgasm, but it’s not enough. I don’t think anything will soothe me completely until he’s inside me.

He kisses up my belly, across my breasts, and then to my lips. I taste myself on him, but it doesn’t gross me out. If anything, it excites me even more.

I reach between us and shove his pants and underwear down his hips. They stop at his thighs, and I hold on to him, cupping his balls in one hand and wrapping my palm around his girth. His head falls backward, and he moans loudly.

I don’t have a clue what I’m doing, but I’m encouraged by the satisfying grunts that erupt from his lips. “I want to taste you.”

He shakes his head. “I won’t last.”

I smile and scoot down the bed, pulling him over top of me. He could easily stop me, but he doesn’t. I kiss his tip and then let my tongue flatten against him. I lick him, up and down. His hips thrust in reflex, and I take him into the back of my throat. The moan is instant, and I take him as far as I can before he withdraws.

“Fuck,” he groans. “It’s so good, Haven. So good.”

I moan in agreement, and the salty taste of precum hits my tongue. I lap at him, enjoying the taste.

He pulls his hips back and finishes taking off his pants.

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