CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER SEVEN

PARKER

My voice comes out in a high-pitched squeak.

“What are you doing?”

It’s not like I haven’t had sex before because I have. I’ve just never had anyone go down on me. Most men want to get to the main event and then call it a night. So it surprises me when it looks like he’s going to get busy down there.

His hands skim up the inside of my legs and push them apart.

“Oh,” I gasp in surprise.

Before I can utter anything more, his tongue comes into contact with my wet pussy, and he licks me down. My hips move on their own accord. It feels so good. I jump when he nips my clit. I don’t know how I’m even standing right now. He works my body into a frenzy, and I feel like I’m ready to fall over when an orgasm hits me. I thought I had experienced intense pleasure before, but this surpasses anything I’ve felt. My legs give out, and I fall back on the bed.

Ryan has a smirk on his face. I don’t comment; I’m still catching my breath. He stands over me and scans my naked body. My figure is anything but flawless; I don’t have a perfectly flat tummy, and my thighs could be slimmer. I grab the blanket to cover myself.

“Don’t,” he growls out.

I release the blanket and glance back at him. Hiding my nervousness, I ask, “Are you going to join me?”

He strips off his shirt, and my mouth goes dry. His chest is broad and well-muscled, with a spattering of hair that trails down to a line disappearing into his jeans. He most definitely works out…a lot.

His eyes lock with mine as he unbuckles his belt and then unzips. As he pushes his pants and underwear down his legs, I don’t look away. I don’t want to make him feel uncomfortable, but when I see his cock for the first time, I’m sure my mouth falls open. The thing is enormous. I know for a fact I’ll be feeling every inch of that.

My eyes fly up to his face. “Open them wide,” he rumbles. “I want to see all of you.” He gets on the bed.

I eagerly move my legs to give him room as he crawls between them, my hands reaching out to draw him toward me.

“No touching,” he commands. “Keep your hands above your head until I say otherwise.”

I obey him.

My hips buck up as he draws a finger between my wet folds. The touch almost makes me come again. I’ve never had such a strong desire for someone to satisfy me like this. He slips one finger inside of me, dragging it across my clit. The friction against my swollen parts feels fantastic. He swiftly adds another finger, then another, until I’m riding all three. I grind my hips against him, loving the feel of his hand rubbing against me. I can’t hold it any longer, and the pleasure rips through me. Oh my God! And he hasn’t even stuck his massive cock in me yet.

His heat surrounds me as he lies over me. I don’t wait for permission and clutch his forearms. He doesn’t even notice. I love the feel of his muscles under my fingers. My legs widen as he settles between them, and his cock pushes into my entrance.

I press up so he slides a little further in.

“Be still,” he orders.

“I need you.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me,” I say bravely. “I want it all.”

I’m lying. I’ve never been with anybody this large. I’m a little worried, but I trust him.

He pushes in, and I groan. I want to savor this fullness, the way my walls stretch to accommodate him. I almost protest when he pulls out. But when he thrusts back in again, I scream with glee.

He keeps plowing into me, time and time again. I don’t think he’ll ever stop. And I don’t want him to. That’s how good it is. I’ve never imagined, and I have imagined.

My whole body tightens around him, and I’m about ready to climax. It doesn’t slow him down; he keeps going.

“Yes, Ryan,” I yell as I orgasm hard, nearly blacking out.

He stiffens and I hear his cry when he comes. He rests his head on the side of my neck, lying on me as we both catch our breath. I feel so warm and protected. I could stay like this all night.

When he gets up and goes to the bathroom, I cover myself with the blanket.

He returns carrying a hand towel and says, “We didn’t use protection. I’m clean, by the way.”

“I’m clean, too,” I reply. “And I’m on the shot.” I go to slide off the bed.

“No.” His words stop me.

He leans over and pulls the blanket from me, then places a warm towel between my legs to clean me up. I’ve never had a man do this before; it’s embarrassing.

It only takes a few minutes, and he’s done. While he’s walking away. I grab the blanket to cover myself again.

I need to gather myself and talk to him. We can’t do this again. It was a mistake. Before I can come up with something to say to him, he comes back, turns off the lights, and slides under the covers.

“I don’t think…”

“I’m tired. You’re tired. Let’s get some sleep and talk later.”

“Okay,” I say, stifling a yawn. I’ll talk to him after we rest and let him know that us having sex means nothing. It was good and all; it just shouldn’t be repeated. It can’t be repeated.