Cat & Mouse Games (Tempting Mr. Parker) (5 page)

He’s the only man who can pleasure me like this, stoke the fire and send it crackling. I pant heavily, body trembling, and I want him to soothe my longing. The aching, throbbing need hums through my body. Even though I’m submerged in the warm water, I can feel cream seep from my pussy.

“Please, Joe,” I whisper. “I need you. Fuck me.”

He releases my nipple and gives it a final lick, his breath coming in heavy pants. “Get out of the tub.”

He leans back as I hoist myself out of the water and sit on the edge, legs splayed open and ready for him. But instead of freeing his massive erection from his jeans, he nudges my knees a little wider, gaze centered on my pussy. He brings his head down slowly, all the while focused on the source of my need.

He skims my thighs with his palms until he’s gripping the inside of my legs, thumbs petting my outer lips. I whimper and whine, pussy more than ready for him, throbbing and hurting with need.

When I’d begged him to fuck me, I’d been thinking about his dick… but he does have a mouth on him that’s heavenly, so I don’t complain.

He pets me, barely-there touches over my light curls. He eases closer to the seam of my lower lips, teasing me, sending my arousal and anticipation higher.

God, he’s not even touching my clit, my hole, and I’m ready to scream. Up and down, so sweet and soft. I stare at him, see the look of awe that flitters across his features.

“You’re so wet for me, Jess.”

I whimper and nod. “Just for you, Mr. Parker.”

It’s weird, our little dynamic. I can call him Joe, Joseph, but “Mr. Parker” is what sends our blood boiling, increasing the hint of the forbidden that lingers between us.

“Uh huh, not for that kid, Brandon, downstairs? He saw your tits too, baby. I wanted to beat the shit outta him for seeing you that way.” His eyes hold something I
haven’t
seen before. This is the soldier; the fierce, determined man willing to do anything to win, capture the flag, become king of the mountain.

I guess I’m his mountain.

I bring a finger to my breast, trace my hard nipple. He’s still teasing my lips, tugging them apart every so often. “Joe…” I gasp a little, surprised at his intensity.

“You’re mine, Jess.”

With that proclamation, he opens me fully and leans forward, flicks my needy little clit with his tongue.
Oh fuck!
That bit of touch sends a shudder of pleasure through me, makes me jerk involuntarily. He does it again, increases the pressure and smiles against my flesh when he gets the same response.

“Like that?”

I nod, unable to speak.

This time, he laps at me from top to bottom, hole to the top of my slit, gathers all of my cream and then moans while he rolls it around in his mouth. “So good, baby.”

He goes back for more, tasting every inch of my exposed pussy, leaving nothing untouched. My heat is tongue-fucked, nibbled and tasted like never before.

I moan and rock against him, pet his head and use the touch to anchor me to this world. Honestly, I’m not entirely sure what I’m saying. Yeah, words come out; but I’m too consumed with pleasure, the potential bliss that’s easing closer, to pay attention.

Two fingers replace his mouth, filling and stretching me. He turns his mouth’s attention to my clit, wraps his lips around it and sucks while petting the bundle of nerves with his tongue.

Fuck.

I pant and writhe, rock against his face, pussy throbbing, aching and demanding my release with each passing second.

My orgasm is drifting closer, growing with each breath, filling me with the potential. I close my eyes and let my head fall back, focus on what’s coming.

It’s like the heavens have opened, shined upon me, and the angels are praising his work.

Not really, but it’s one of those perfect moments, when my body is in tune with his and I follow the rising tide of pleasure, swim along, let the bliss envelope me and shudder with each beat of my heart.

He sucks and plays with my clit, fingers stroke my G-spot until my cunt is clenching in a rhythm only it knows. Again, again, again.

He’s not fucking me hard, but slow and sure, working toward an explosive, yet gentle, release.

My breath is coming in frantic staccatos. That tongue… those fingers…

I try not to make any noise, keep my passionate response quiet, but it’s impossible. The pleasure is unbelievable and I hear him growling between my thighs, the vibrations just making my arousal dance higher.

“Fuck, Mr. Parker…” I whisper, whimper and moan, his fingers becoming more demanding with each passing second.

The sensual, carnal feelings are overwhelming me, taking over and surrounding my cunt until that’s all I am
—a
big bubble of pleasure that’s about to bust.

“C-coming…”

Because I am, right there at the edge, I’m about to fall, and I hope he’ll catch me. I get a few, fast and deep thrusts accompanied by a fierce suck to my clit, and that’s all I need. I bite my lip to contain my scream, and I feel a gush of liquid between my thighs, telling me I literally came all over his mouth.

Shudders wrack my body, force me to tremble and twitch while my climax sings through my veins. I couldn’t control myself if I wanted to.

But he keeps up his ministrations, unsatisfied with what I’ve given him, until I come again… and again… body overwhelmed with the bliss he’s drawn from between my thighs. He’s yanked it from me without permission and I let out a low wail of not quite protest.

The moment the sound leaves my mouth, Mr. Parker is there, dragging me into his arms and welcoming me to his warm embrace. He pets my back, soothing me as best as he can, while my mind swims up from the abyss of ecstasy and back to reality. “Shh, good girl. Did you like that?”

Unable to trust my own voice, I nod instead. Eyes closed, I feel for his face and find his lips, kiss him deeply and taste my cream on his lips, my own femininity mixed with a hint of soap from the bath water. I love it.

“I need more. Fuck me, Joe. Fill me. Show me I’m who you want.”

He strokes a single finger down the bridge of my nose. “Greedy girl.”

He sounds just as needy.

“Uh huh. Fuck me with that fat fucking cock, Mr. Parker.” I lick the side of his jaw, voice low and breathy. “I know you want it. Want this teenage pussy, don’t you?” I breath out, let the heated air fan his face, and lust tinges my tone. I wiggle one arm free of his hold, and lay my palm over his jean-clad groin. His dick’s hard, ridiculously so.
I’m surprised he managed to walk or move.

Mr. Parker makes a strained, whining noise deep in his throat, and his dick twitches when I knead him, stroke his shaft through the cloth.

“Open your pants, Joe,” I urge him closer to temptation. “I want to see you.”

He stands and we both fumble with his zipper, the front clasp of his jeans. Of course, it doesn’t get us anywhere with too many hands working toward the same goal.

“I’ll get it.” He hisses in irritation.
I don’t take offense. I like that he’s annoyed he can’t give me what we both want fast enough. Love that he’s so hot for me. “You stay put.”

I obey like a good girl gone rotten and watch while he pops the button on his jeans, lowers the zipper then shoves the jeans from his hips. His cock is straining behind his briefs. I stop him when he moves to drop those, as well. “Wait.”

He pauses and lowers his hands, one palm coming up to stroke my cheek.

But I have eyes for one thing and one thing only: that virile cock.

My mouth suddenly waters while I stare at the dick outlined behind the thin cotton. Mr. Parker is so large, he’d put a porn star to shame.

I reach out, stroke and pet his cock, trace his shaft with my palm. Even with the barrier between us, I can feel his heat. He’s granite hard and unspent… and all for me.

The tip of his hulking crown leaks, dampening the fabric with evidence of his arousal and the stain is filled with the scent of pure male.

I lean forward, blow on his flesh and watch as the warm air glancing his skin earns me a shiver in response.

“Jess…” His voice is deep and rough, a warning growl.

I don’t care.

I close the distance between us and mouth the head of his dick, tease him with a flick of my tongue over the head and moan at the hint of his musk that’s seeped through the fabric.

His fingers tangle in my hair, as if I’m his lifeline, the only thing holding him steady.

I bite the fabric, trace his shaft, tempt him through the thin fabric and revel in the responding twitch of his cock. I’m making him harder with each passing second, teasing him with my lips, teeth, tongue.

I want him crazy for me, ready to do anything for relief.

I curl my fingers over the waist of his briefs and, ever so slowly, inch them over his cock and down his legs. His thick shaft bobs free, curving upward toward the sky, more than ready for me.

His scent is stronger now, the thick musk calls to me, begs for me to come closer. No. I don’t want this to be quick, a few sucks, and it’s over. I want to savor this time.

“Baby…” Mr. Parker croaks, begs.

I lean forward and, eyes on him, take the tip of his cock into my mouth, suckle the leaking head. A burst of sweet ocean flavor explodes over my palate and he gifts me with a sigh of relief.

More pre-cum seeps from the tip and I siphon it clean, lap at the sensitive slit, savor his creamy, salty flavor.

I clasp his cock at the base, stroke him from root to tip and back again, jack his thick shaft, and lick up each new droplet of his seed. He’s breathing hard, but manages to stay motionless for me.

Without further hesitation, I swallow him whole, let that magnificent crown slip down my throat and suck him gently, savor him. His cock throbs. Hot. Alive. Fertile with his unspent seed.

I moan, aroused again by having his dick in my mouth, the man at my mercy.

I work my hand with my mouth, rise and fall along his length. His hips shift, work with me while I give him as much pleasure as I can. I love the taste of his skin, his pre-cum.

He tightens his hold, and his breath comes in harsh, train-like pants. I shift my gaze to his face, see the tension in his body and the pure, agonizing pleasure in his features.

After another few deep, passionate sucks, he stops me, hand to my cheek. “Baby, don’t.”

I allow him to withdraw from the hot cavern of my mouth. “Why?” I whisper, unwilling to break our quiet spell.

“I don’t want to come yet, and I will if you keep doing that.”

I smile wide and let a small giggle escape.

He releases my hair and snags my arm, tugs on me. “Get up.”

I scramble to my feet, and he seizes me, lifting me free of the tub, flinging droplets of water to the floor. In one quick move, he deposits my ass on the cool counter beside the sink. He nudges my knees apart, wedges himself between my thighs until I’m spread wide once again and then I wrap my legs around his waist. My pussy spasms at the prospect of being filled, stretched. His dick brushes against my wet seam and the touch causes my heart to flutter like a butterfly’s wing.

I’m anxious, more than ready, but he doesn’t penetrate me right away. No, his gaze is focused between my legs, and the path he’s tracing along my lower lips with the head of his cock. Up and down, he paints me with his pre-cum, teasing my sensitive flesh with the gentle contact.

My cunt gushes, preparing itself for him, his fat dick. My nipples are rock hard, begging for his touch, and my pussy is just as demanding.

“Please,” I beg when I can no longer stand the anticipation. “Fuck me.”

I lean forward, bite his lower lip and tug, then lap at the hurt I caused before sliding my tongue between his open lips. This isn’t a duel for dominance, it’s a slow exploration, a tender meeting of mouths.

With unhurried movements, he slides his arms beneath my thighs, and lifts me from the counter.
I grip his shoulders, hold him close. With our gazes on one another, he lowers me the tiniest bit onto his shaft. The blunt tip spears my opening, but he only gives me an inch of his dick, just the head.

We’re sharing air, breathing into one another and savoring this moment together. His muscles strain against his skin while he lifts and lowers me that tiny bit over his dick, giving me just enough to crave the rest of him.

“More,” I whisper. “Need you.”

He lowers me a little more, making my hole stretch wider. My pussy contracts, tightens around him, and yanks a groan from deep within his chest.

And that was only a couple more inches.

“Joe…”

He growls, lifts me, and then plows into my pussy. My muscles protest the entire time, but he slams me down on his dick, and covers my mouth to stifle my scream.

Oh, fuck.
My cunt is on fire, needy little hole just begging to be punished by him.

I tear my mouth away, go limp in his arms and throw my head back. His dick pulses and twitches inside me. He’s not even finished, there’s an inch or two left. Oh, god.