Page 109 of The Publicity Stunt
His fingers pick up their pace inside me. I’m panting, moaning, swearing, all of it, and I’m so glad I didn’t get the time to ask for a spare bed. Just hearing how wet I am, as his fingers thrust in and out of me effortlessly, is turning me on beyond measure.
With his fingers still buried inside me, he bends over me, resting his damp forehead against mine. “You’re so beautiful.” His other hand skims around my back, arching my chest against his. “So fucking beautiful. So wet and ready for me.” He exhales into my ear and instant fire erupts in my belly.
“Don’t stop,” I manage to get out. My voice doesn’t sound like mine anymore.
“To think we wasted so much time.” He flexes his fingers inside me and pushes in harder. “When we could’ve been doing”—another push—“this, all along.”
I bite my lower lip. He brings his hand up from my waist and pulls my lip out from underneath my teeth, running his finger along its length. “Don’t do that. I love your smile.”
And of course, I smile again, rocking my hips against his hand. My fingers brush past his shoulders, and I realize he’s still fully clothed.
I frown and move my hands toward the hem of his shirt. “Off. Take it off.”
He smiles and kisses the corner of my mouth. “Not yet, sweetheart.” His lips move down to my neck. “I’m going to make you come at least twice first.”
He leans down and takes my bottom lip in his, kissing it, sucking on it, then pulls back. Just enough so his mouth is hovering over mine. “Because once my clothes come off, all I’m going to want to do is fuck you senseless.”
He pushes his fingers inside me and I moan out loud. “God …”
Pushing a fourth finger in, he brings his mouth next to my ear. “Tell me, did you miss me?” I bite down on my lip and nod. “Where?” His mouth lowers to my neck and his teeth sink into my skin a little, eliciting a tiny squeal from me. “Did you miss me there?” he repeats, moving down to my shoulder. “Or here?”
I go on nodding, unsure if I’m answering his questions or just egging him to keep going.
His fingers pick up their pace inside me and then he places his mouth over my hard nipple, lightly tugging on it with his teeth. “Or maybe you missed me here,” he says while his thumb goes on massaging my swollen clit over and over.
“Parker …”
He finger fucks me harder and harder till I’m melting into the mattress, seeping to the ground. Every vein in my body is lit on fire and his name leaves my mouth in a ripping cry.
Slowly, he pulls his fingers out of me and puts them in his mouth, licking them clean, his gaze not leaving mine, not even for a second. I whimper at the sight.
Parker smiles, a little roguish this time, and moves back down between my legs. “Need more.”
I’m still riding the high of my mind-shattering orgasm when I feel his tongue flatten out against my clit. “So much more.” His voice tingles through me.
I tighten my grip on his hair, pretty sure I’m hurting him, but I don’t fucking care. And judging by the sound that just rumbled out of his throat, he doesn’t care either.
He inches his hands closer to my breasts, and his tongue—fuck, his tongue. This is already the best sex of my life, and he hasn’t even been inside me yet.
The tip of his tongue circles around my clit with a pressure that makes me clench and hiss out loud. I’m fighting to stay still, trying to hold on to something so I don’t float away. He squeezes my breast, his fingers gently scraping my hard nipples.
“God, April. You taste fucking divine.” He dips his tongue inside me. I gasp out loud. He drapes his arm over my hipbone, pinning me down as his tongue continues to move inside me in a rhythmic motion, as if he’s lapping water from a bowl. I hook one leg around him, my black heel over his shoulder, and pull him into me further. My hands are in his hair, and I hear him groan into me, his voice slicing me apart like a warm knife into butter.
“Don’t … stop.”
He glides his tongue up toward my clit and shoves two fingers inside me at the same time. My moans get louder by the second, and I start grinding my hips against his mouth.
He moves and hovers over me. I feel his warm breath against my sweaty forehead, and I gently open my eyes. He shifts down to kiss me and I taste myself on his lips.
With his fingers still in me, he reaches out and takes my right breast, cupping it in his hand. His thumb flicks my nipple. I almost collapse as fireworks in my head exploded.
“Don’t fucking move. I have an idea.” He reaches for our phones thrown on the side of the bed. And since I’ve lost the ability to form coherent words, I don’t question him. He sets my phone to vibrate and uses his to call mine. Then it dawns on me.
Holy Mother of God.
“No, that’s going to be too much, Parker.”
“You work so hard.” He lowers my vibrating phone and rubs the cold steel edge against my nipples, trailing down my stomach. “Let me relieve some of that pressure for you.”
