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Parker looks up at me and winks, he winks, with my nipple rolling along his tongue and between his lips. He lets it go with an audible, wet pop that is obscenely sexy.
"I'm about to," Parker says as he moves to take my other nipple in his mouth, switching sides seamlessly. His other hand massages my other breast, and it's all I can do to stay upright.
My knees are made of melting jelly. Everything south of my neck is melting.
Parker doesn't seem to care that I'm slowly combusting. He just keeps trailing kisses lower and lower, his hands only moving off my skin to divest me of more clothing.
All at once, I realize I'm basically naked, exposed. True, we're out of the public eye, but we are in public. I've had this fantasy too many times to deny it.
"Fuck, you've got a pretty pussy, Sofie," Parker says as he kneels in front of me.
I want to respond, but whatever part of my brain makes words is slowly liquifying and leaking out between my thighs.
"So wet for me, too," Parker chuckles sinfully. "I told you I was looking forward to dessert."
Then his strong hands are lifting one of my legs, putting my foot on his shoulder as he dives between my thighs. I gasp and grab his hair, trying to hold on for dear life as Parker begins to eat my pussy.
My other leg buckles, but his other hands keep me upright. Slumped against the door, his mouth pressed against me with enough pressure to pin me in place.
His lips and tongue dance along my skin, tasting every inch. He starts slowly, exploring me, his tongue sliding up and down the length of every fold. Pleasure explodes on every nerve of my body. Every instinct I have is to let my head fall back, to screw my eyes shut, to block out everything else.
But I can't take my eyes off his. He doesn't blink, doesn't break eye contact as he licks me, long and slow.
"You taste as good as you look, Sofie," Parker croons in between licks.
All of it combined is pushing me rapidly to the edge of orgasm. The rational, logical part of my brain shuts down. I just ride him, ride his face, his body, as I move my hips against him. Grinding myself against his mouth, his lips closing around my clit and sucking it like he did my nipples.
"Fuck, I'm going to come, Parker," I cry out. I'm loud, and not because no one can possibly hear us. I hope someone does. I want them to know.
He doesn't stop, doesn't slow down, doesn't speed up. He just keeps going, rock steady. I've watched Parker do the same drill for hours, and the thought occurs to me that his stamina isn't limited to hockey.
My thighs clamp down hard on his head, my feet leaving the ground completely. All that's holding me up is Parker. His mouth and hands and the relentless need to push me over the edge. I cry out again and again, swearing and screaming his name as loud as I can.
Then I come. Hard. And I don't stop coming. Parker doesn't pull away until I go limp. Only then does he let me slide down the doorway into his arms.
He scoops me up and carries me to the blanket he has spread out on the rooftop. I cling to him, every muscle in my stomach aching like I just did one of Dakota's two-hour core workouts.
Parker kisses me sweetly now, soft butterfly kisses that flit along my body. I laugh throatily, and even laughing makes me aware of just how sore I am all over.
"That sounds like the laugh of a girl who isn't overthinking," Parker says, smiling at me. It's a smug smile, but damn, he earned it.
If I'd just done that to someone, I'd be smug, too.
The thought reignites desire in me, fanning the banked coals back into roaring flames. I don't just want Parker on his knees for me. I want to blow his mind, too.
Well. Maybe not just his mind.
6
Parker
The stars are just visible in the sky as Sofie pushes me onto my back and straddles me. I don't have time to see many of them as her black hair falls like a curtain around my face, hiding everything but her from my sight.
I don't have eyes for anything else anyway.
Her lips are on mine all at once, hungry and insistent. I'm more than ready. Eating Sofie's sweet little cunt almost made me bust in my pants like I was back in high school. Her taste, her scent, the sounds she made — all too sexy, too good to be real.
"My turn," she purrs, her rich voice husky and hoarse from screaming.
