Chapter 4

4

Daws

Parker is a cock tease.

I don’t even think she realizes it.

But I know she bent over a lot longer than necessary when she knelt down to find that book. I know she liked me checking out her tight, young ass. Those lithe, parted thighs and the tight-looking pussy in between. Now she’s damn near in my lap, rubbing my hairy chest, leaning so close I can see the outlines of her hard nipples.

I’ve got your number, Nebraska.

She’s as sweet as they come, but this has to be an undiscovered kink. She has enticed the desperate, horny, heavy man into her web, now she’s going to torment him with her sexy body until he bursts. A little more of this torture and I’m going to come in my pants.

Would she get off on that?

Yeah, I bet she would.

Bet she’d cream in that little yellow thong.

I can’t be mad at her for teasing me, though. It’s obvious she’s innocently discovering this specific sexual preference minute by minute. Second by second. It’s not me that turns her on—it’s the game. And I have no choice but to let it play out. I couldn’t put distance between me and this little blonde wonder if I tried. She’s fucking gorgeous, talented, guileless. So if she wants to tickle my dick until the seed blasts out, that’s what she’s going to get.

“Wow,” she says on an exhale. “I guess you really like the material.”

This is the other thing. She makes me laugh. Makes my chest feel tight.

I like her on top of wishing I could fuck her brains out.

And love. Love is creeping in quickly and I can’t help it. When she looked up at me with her beautiful hazel eyes and told me she trusted me, I knew I’d protect her my whole life. If she lets me be around her in any capacity, I’ll take it like a grateful beggar.

Cherish her. Keep her safe.

I’ll be the one who caters to this naughty kink of hers, too.

Make me miserable, baby. Do it. Flaunt that pussy until my balls give up the fight.

“I should, um…take some measurements, so I can get started sketching.” Parker surprises me by bounding off the couch, turning a few nervous circles, and darting for a tape measure. “Would it be…uncomfortable? If I asked you to stand up?”

If she’s going to pretend my discomfort isn’t exactly what she wants, I’ll play the game. “No.” Wincing at the unbelievable pressure in my cock, I stand up, forcing Parker to tilt her head back to keep eye contact. And our substantial size difference causes an unwelcome thought. “If I wanted to overpower you right now, it would be very easy, Parker. Don’t ever do something like this again. Do you understand me? You shouldn’t have brought me somewhere alone.”

She’s already nodding. “I wouldn’t, Daws. I would only do this with you. I can’t explain how I knew it would be all right.”

“It will be all right,” I say firmly. “It’ll always be all right with me. Just be careful, please, Nebraska. You’re special.”

Her features soften and the tape measure unfurls, rolling out in a yellow line on the ground. “You’re special, too.”

My goddamn heart is involved. There’s no denying it. This girl is going to rip me to shreds and I’m going to let her. I nod once, the knot in my jugular preventing me from speaking.

Parker comes closer and starts measuring, returning each time to make a note in the margins of her sketchpad. She wraps the measure around my biceps, my chest, my waist, and while I just want to enjoy her nimble touch and her arms encircling me, my cock is pounding, demanding all of my attention. Her wildflower scent, the way she chews her lip, her soft exclamations over my mammoth measurements, have precome coating the head of my cock, have my abdomen in a pretzel.

If I were a bad man, if she wasn’t such a fucking treasure, I would just drag her to the couch. Rip that skirt down her legs, unzip my pants and steal that virginity like a dirty thief. It would be over in five seconds, too, I’m so hard up for that pussy. No way I could last.

No way.

A couple of pumps, tops, and I’d come like a freight train.

My thoughts take an even darker turn when Parker goes down on her knees in front of me, her wide, curious eyes traveling the length of my hard-on. “I, um…I have to measure your inseam,” she whispers, licking her lips.

More teasing.

And this is going to be the worst of it.

I’ve been measured for a suit before and I know how close her hands are about to come to my balls. My upper lip starts to sweat as she stretches out the tape, inching closer on her knees, putting her in the perfect position to suck my dick. That’s what she wants me to be thinking about, isn’t it? That maybe, just maybe, I’ll get lucky and she’ll give it a kiss.

I’d pay her.

I’ve never even considered paying to get off before, but I’d pay Parker everything in my bank account for a hand job. I won’t cheapen her by making the offer, but I think it all the same. I think of how her little hand would look wrapped around my fat cock, how it would give three tugs and I’d come harder than I ever have in my life.

Maybe if I paid her enough, she’d let me release on her tits.

Oh fuck, don’t think of that. Do not.

You’ll come.

Parker slides the tape up my inner thigh and I hold my breath, letting it out on a ragged groan when her knuckles nudge my aching ball sack. “Sweet fucking Christ,” I choke out, perspiration sliding down my spine. “Hurry and finish.”

I look down in time to watch her eyes glaze, her chest expands.

Then she rubs her knuckles, twisting them on the underside of my balls.

“I bet your suits are uncomfortable here, too,” she whispers, her tits quivering up and down. “You need so much room for these.”

“Fuck!” I bark, gripping my dick to keep it from erupting. I have no choice but to dislodge her hand and truck it toward the bathroom. Or what I assume is the bathroom, anyway, just off the main design floor. As I push inside and elbow the door closed, I’m practically blind with the need to relieve the pressure in my johnson. There in the dark, enclosed space, I rip down my zipper and start to jerk off. Grunting, straining. I can’t help it. I can’t stop. I think of Parker on her knees, deep throating me…

And then she walks into the bathroom. I belatedly realize I didn’t lock the door and there’s no pretending now. I’ve got my cock in my hand and I’m beating it in her honor.

“Enough,” I grit out, miserable, trapped in the ache. “I can’t take any more.”

She turns on the dim light and sucks in a breath, her cheeks flushing with pleasure.

“Yeah.” I tilt my hips crudely. “You love seeing what your teasing did to me, don’t you?”

“Teasing?” Parker echoes breathlessly, her brow knitting slightly. “I didn’t mean to.”

Right. My laugh is humorless. Pained.

She comes closer, hesitating about a foot away. “Can I…do anything to help?”

Parker might be a cock tease, but she’s a merciful one. Thank God. “Let me see your tits,” I say, my tone unrecognizable. Hopeful and depraved all at once. “Please.”

This perfect girl, she’s already unbuttoning her blouse, her eyes riveted on the dick I’m strangling in my grip. Tugging on shamefully. She pulls the sides of her top open, revealing a silky white bra, her breasts swelling over the cups. And that, Jesus…that is enough to make me come, but I hold off, because she’s even more generous than I hoped.

She reaches back and unbuttons the bra. It loosens and falls to the ground.

I start panting, my ball sack tightening ominously.

They’re a work of art, just like the rest of her. High and full, tipped with rosy, puckered nipples. They’re the tits men bookmark on the internet so they can jack off looking at them over and over again. Young, succulent, out of my league tits. “Ah Jesus,” I groan, moisture beading once, twice, three times on the head of my cock. “Will you just tell me…how you wash them in the shower?”

I know I’m pushing it here.

She’s already given me more than enough, but I’m probably never going to get this chance again and I can’t stop myself from taking advantage.

When she starts talking, I try to quiet my ragged breathing to hear. “I lather up my hands with my violet soap and…” She cups them, massaging gently. “I do this.”

My back hits the wall, my hips jerking involuntarily. My hand is moving in a fucking blur now, rifling up and down my engorged dick and I can’t take my gaze off her methodical movements. She starts to sway her hips side to side, her lips parting, swollen, a whimper leaving her when she pinches her nipples. “Show me the ass now,” I say choppily, selfishly pushing it even further. “Please, you beautiful little thing. Just a peek.”

Her excitement is palpable as she turns around.

I expect her to lift the hem, show me just enough cheek to knock me off the cliff.

I never expect her skirt to drop.

And there she is, naked except for high heels and a thong—and I come all over the floor.

My roar of agony, pleasure, relief is broken and animalistic. White ropes fire off from my tip. I try to control where they land, but there’s no controlling this orgasm. It’s alive, it’s got a mind of its own, because Parker caused it. I come and come until there’s a puddle on the floor, my eyes roaming desperately over the delicious crack of her ass, the taut slope of her cheeks, the side profile of her firm tits. I’ll never have it better than this.

When I’m finally finished, I try to get myself together as quickly as possible. Breathing still labored, sweat dotting my brow, I zip back into my jeans. “Fuck, Parker. I’m…thank you.” I swallow with an effort. “You’re so goddamn beautiful—”

She turns.

The need in her eyes rocks me.

Swear to God, it’s like she can barely stand the state she’s in. Her hands are agitated in her hair, stroking down over her tits and squeezing. Watching me lose my shit over her must have gotten her worked up. Yeah. That thong is soaked, clinging to her skin, and I can see the untouched valley of her pussy. I have to grit my teeth to keep from lunging for it. Just for a sniff. Just to rub my face on it through her underwear. “Daws? I…I need you.”

My favorite four words in the English language.

I already decided that back in Mulloy’s.

Every time she says it, I can’t believe I heard her right.

Maybe…no.

No way she’d let me eat her pussy.

“What do you need?”

“I’m turned on. I-I think that’s what this is. It’s never been this…intense.”

Her breathless confession rouses my cock, puts it on the road to stiffening again. Parker’s newly discovered kink is doing a number on her. I damn well know it. But maybe I want to pretend she could actually want me. Just for a night. So I don’t tell her it’s the teasing working her up. Not me. “Say the word, Parker,” I growl, “and I’ll lick you straight off.”

Those hazel eyes light up. “Really?”

Her surprise is confusing, but I’m too focused on not letting the window of opportunity close. So I take one step and throw her over my shoulder, marching into the design room.

I’ll tongue fuck her right. I’ll do it so well, she’ll come knocking on my door for it. Any hour of the day, any time of night, I’ll be her permanent pussy eater. Now this has to be the best I can hope for with Parker. When we walked into this place, the best I was hoping for was to spend time around her. This is like winning the lottery three times in a row.

No. It’s way better.

I park her ass on the edge of a long table. “Lift your hips,” I rasp—and she does, allowing me to peel the thong down her legs, letting it drop.

Completely naked now, she’s golden, eager. A virgin angel. And she’s shy, hesitant to let me spread her thighs. So shy it makes me hotter. I almost have to take my cock back out, just to give it space to grow. “Can’t lick your pussy if you don’t let me see, pretty baby.” I kneel, kiss each of her knees in turn, before trying again to pry them open. This time, she lets me and there it is.

The Holy fucking Grail of pussies.

It’s dripping wet, lips parted slightly, virgin blush peeking out.

Looks like it wouldn’t fit my pinky.

If I was ever lucky enough to get my cock in that, I’d never want to take it out.

I’d spend my life finding new angles to fuck it from.

And yet, Parker is looking down at me like she’s nervous about what I think. Just virgin nerves, I’m sure. But I have to be mindful of that.

I reach out and slide my thumb down through her parted slit, gathering moisture from her entrance and bringing it back to her clit. Circling gently. “You are beautiful here, Parker. Men commit murder over pussy this sweet.”

I would.

Without question.

Parker gasps and settles the curve of her right foot against my shoulder, knee bent. “Th-thank you.” Her eyelids flutter and droop. “Oh, I like when you touch me there.”

“Good girl. Tell me what feels best. I’ll keep my thumb right here on your little clit. And you let me know when you’re ready for me to lick—”

“I’m ready,” she blurts, cheeks suffusing with pink. “I’m…very ready.”

It takes all of my willpower not to push her flat on the table and eat her hungrily. Like a beast might snap and slaver over a bone. Instead, I use my free arm to gather her closer to the edge, stopping when her hot, wet sex is a centimeter from my face, her clit pulsing against my strumming thumb. Jesus. She smells like wildflowers here, too. “My mouth is your playground, pretty baby. You want to yank me closer, moan for Daddy or grind on that fucking tongue, you do it. Use me to get there.” I swipe my tongue up the middle of her folds and flick it against her clit. “I’ll work like a goddamn dog for this pussy.”

Christ, she’s responsive.

That first flicker of my tongue against her clit and her thighs start shaking around my head. She lets out a surprised sob and thrusts her fingers into my hair. Tugs me closer.

And then this little cock tease rides my face.

She draws me flush to her juicy pussy and works her hips frantically, moaning, like she’s never had an orgasm in her life. Can’t go on living unless I give her one. I stiffen up my tongue and let her buck against it until my desperation to be the source of her pleasure takes over. I know what she needs and I have to give it to her. Have to. I drag my tongue side to side over her clit. Up and down. I suction my upper lip right above the little bud and paddle it relentlessly until I hear the scream erupt from her throat.

I scoop her ass cheeks into my hands and let my middle fingers meet at her asshole, rubbing on the sweet puckered thing roughly, imagining what it would be like to lick a digit and slide it in. Would she let me? Would she like it?

Jesus Christ, she’s grinding on me now, her swollen bud sliding against my upper lip, down to my tongue, back up. She’s using my whole face and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced. She is. She’s fucking magnificent, this sweet, dirty girl.

Her legs tremble with increased force.

“Don’t stop,” she pants, her thighs wrapping around my head like twin boa constrictors. “Don’t stop. Please. Daws!”

Parker calling my name while creaming on my tongue causes my dick to erupt once again in my jeans, turning me into a groaning fiend, my hips pumping against the air futilely while I stuff my tongue into her constricting pussy, coating my tongue in her moisture. Trying to memorize the flavor so I can recall the perfection for the rest of my life.

Before I can get my fill—not that I ever could—Parker topples backwards and lies panting on her back. Our harsh breaths echo in the still room, no other sound except the buzzing of the lights. I stand and look down at her, this incredible beauty with the gentle heart and greedy body, her blonde hair fanned out around her flushed face. And I have to tamp down on the words trying to travel up my throat. I’m not going to ruin my chance to be in her life—in any capacity—by asking if she’ll let me be her man.

It’s like my head knows I’m just a perfect fit for her kink…

But my heart is saying different.

My heart has no practice with feeling this much, though, so I don’t think I can trust it.

Still, when she smiles up at me like I’m her hero, I crack.

“Parker, I—”

“Oh my God, Daws! It’s so late!” Something just beyond my shoulder catches her eye and she gasps, jackknifing on the table. “We have to get to work.”

As she hurries to get dressed, I tell myself it’s for the best that I don’t get the chance to say what’s on my mind. I’ve always been a realistic man and I need to stay that way.

There’s no sweet angel named Parker in the cards for me.