She took my hands and wrapped them around her waist. “I love you, too. Now let’s go inside.”
Chapter Thirty
Sienna
I slipped off the table and pulled Parker inside the house with me. As much as I wanted to fuck him right then and there, I wasn’t about to give his neighbors a show.
We barely made it inside before Parker tugged at my arm and brought me to his lips again. I traced his stubbly jawline with my fingers then raked my hands through his hair. His locks were so incredibly soft. My hands ached to touch more of him.
Parker removed his lips from mine then rained kisses onto my neck, and I sighed with happiness.
He tugged at the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head. I took that as an invitation and started undoing the buttons of his shirt. I shoved the fabric away and smoothed my hands over his chest.
“Why do you have to be so fucking sexy?” I asked with a mock-pout.
“Sienna, you’re the sexy one,” he said, lifting me off the ground. I straddled his hips and kissed him hard. His lips were so soft. We kissed all the way to his bedroom. He laid me down on the bed and popped open the button of my pants.
My heart pounded with excitement, and judging by Parker’s frantic movements, he was even more excited than I was. But it was going too fast.
“Easy,” I whispered. “This isn’t a race.”
“Sorry,” he managed in between kisses. “There’s like, a decade of sexual tension built up inside of me.” He pulled back and gazed into my eyes.
“Me too. I want you so much.” I kissed his lips and smiled. “And I know I’m ready to do this.”
“How about…” He stepped out of his pants. “… we undress first, so I can kiss you all over?” I stared at the guy I’d known since school, now grown into a fucking sex god. A man who was hard for me. I didn’t argue with his suggestion. I was already hot and eager for him and didn’t want to waste time with a seduction that was pointless.
Without taking my eyes from the large bulge in his boxer briefs, I kicked off my shoes and let him peel off my pants. I scooted up onto his bed, slowly. His eyes locked on mine until I reached the top of the bed.
I hooked a finger for him to come get me.
Then hungry eyes roamed over my exposed skin, making me feel self-conscious. A delicious heat spread through me at the thought of sex with Parker. We’d been friends for so long, the idea had seemed impossible. Yet, here we were, only a few items of clothing away from being naked together.
Parker hopped onto the bed and the movement jostled me. He stroked his hand over my tattoo, tracing the lines. He started at the bottom and kissed his way to the top. “I’ve always loved this thing. And every time you wore those panties when you opened the door for me….” He made a show of shivering.
I giggled as Parker’s arms slid around my waist and he pulled me against him. His hardness pressed into my hip as he kissed my bare shoulder, and then my neck again. He cupped my breast and lightly squeezed it. Heat spread across my chest as his body rubbed against me. I reached around and pressed my fingers against his back, stroking up and down as his lips and tongue pleasured my skin.
His hands slid down my back, and onto my cheeks, squeezing me roughly. I let my head fall back, and a long sigh crept from my mouth. Part of me wanted to talk, to describe how he made me feel, but I imagined it would all sound fake. So I said nothing, and let the small, involuntary noises speak for me. I groaned as he squeezed my butt, and moaned when his lips trailed kisses up to my ear, and then back down to my neck. He moaned along with me, enjoying the encouragement.
I let my hands slide lower, onto his ass, and pulled him closer, feeling his dick rub against me. He groaned, and then rocked his hips to rub himself harder against my skin. A shiver ran through my whole body as I imagined what he would feel like sliding inside me. Suddenly, I didn’t want to wait. I couldn’t wait for a second longer. The need was overwhelming. I wanted Parker inside of me.
“I want you right now,” I said in a hoarse tone. “Take me, baby,”
Parker stood, not wasting any time getting out of his boxers.
I pulled down my panties, not bothering with my bra.
Parker went for the side table and opened the drawer. I rolled over on my side and watched him dig through the contents. He lifted a foil packet and ripped it open. I moved until I was propped on my knees. He rolled the condom over himself and I reached over and took his face in my hands. I kissed him, slowly at first, then building up momentum.
“Sienna,” he whispered into my mouth.
“Mmm,” I murmured.
Parker climbed on top of me. I moved my knees apart and he settled between my legs. His erection pressed along my thigh, a hot and hard promise of our first sex together. I moaned softly at the thought and rolled my hips to get him closer to where I needed him.
He reached down and guided him into place, then slid it up and down between my lips. Something that sounded like a squeak escaped from my throat.
I tilted my hips, and he slid into me. It was only an inch at first, but it was enough to make me cry out.