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“I…” The word has just passed my wobbling lips when he starts to shake his head.
“Get on your knees, Willow.” His voice is suddenly smoother, but also thick, like honey. Is he trying to tame me? Soothe me with his voice? He looks relaxed, almost like he is just lounging, ready to watch a movie. And that would be believable, except for the bulge in his jeans, which tells me that he has other things on his mind.
Part of me wants to ask him what happens if I don’t? Will he make me? I suck in a harsh breath, the reminder of the way his lips felt against mine, the fire that consumed me. I wanted him to keep going as much as I wanted to push him away, and I still don’t understand why. Why the enemy in all of this tempts me so badly.
“Tick tock, Willow. I’m losing my patience with you,” the bite to his tone tells me he’s not lying, and I don’t want to risk pushing him any more than I already have. Swallowing every ounce of pride I have down, I move toward him. Each step seems to take an eternity, and when I reach him, I drop down to my knees.
My legs wobble, and my stomach churns when I make contact with the cold floor. This is not how I wanted my first blow job to go.
Kneeling between his legs, I brush a few strands of hair that have fallen into my face away, and stare up at him, waiting for him to tell me what to do next. He admires me for a moment like one might admire a piece of art, examining it, determining its worth.
Then without saying a single word, he reaches for the button on his jeans, lifts his hips, pushes the fabric down, and pulls his rock-hard cock free. I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to. Thick, and hard as steel, just as I remember.
Parker emits a deep husky chuckle from his chest. “Why are you looking at it like it might kill you?” Because it might. The thing is long and thick, and there is no way in hell, it’s all going to fit in my mouth.
“I’m not,” I muster up the lie, refusing to let him know just how inexperienced I am with all of this.
Licking his lips, he places both his hands behind his head, “I’m waiting, Willow, but soon, I won’t wait. Soon I’m going to just take…” He pauses, and his eyes light up with something, something that reminds me of the way a villain gloats when he’s defeated his enemy. “Or maybe that’s what you want…”
“No…” I shake my head and move my trembling hand to his cock. Exhaling, I tell myself I can do this. It’s just a blow job. Not rocket science. I bite back a gasp at the softness of his mushroom head, and move my hand lower, till it’s wrapped around his shaft. Then I lean forward to suck the tip into my mouth. I keep my eyes on Parker’s watching his every move as I do so.
“I want a real fucking blow job, Willow, not some teenage bullshit,” he grits out and moves one of his hands into my hair. His fingers splay through the strands, snagging on a few, but that doesn’t stop him. He tugs, causing pain to lance across my scalp. Placing my hands on his knees, I’m tempted to pull away, but with pressure on the back of my head, I know it wouldn’t do me any good. He has me right where he wants me.
I’m not prepared for what comes next, though.
Holding my head in place, he thrusts his hips upward, and his thick shaft skids to the back of my throat. Oh, god. My gag reflex springs to life, and tears form in my eyes at the intrusion. My lungs burn, and I struggle against his hold, trying to pull away. A mumbled whimper vibrates through his cock, and just when I’m sure he’s going to try and murder me with the thing, he pulls back, only to do it all over again.
“Fuck, your mouth feels like heaven,” he mumbles while I choke around his length. When he pulls back, I suck in a greedy breath of air, saliva dribbling from my bottom lip. He pulls my head down again, and I make a loud, gagging noise as he bottoms out in my throat. Digging my nails into his jean-clad thighs only seems to egg him on, his strokes become more violent, harder.
He is all around me. Invading every one of my senses. All I can feel is him, claiming me. All I can smell is his rich, exotic scent. He’s wild and rough, and I know if I let him even a little bit, he’ll consume me. He’ll snuff out all the good in me.
