Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Parker

What was I supposed to do when Cass stood over me in her underwear like that? Of course she had a matching set. Of course it was black and pink with a push-up bra and slim panties.

We stared at each other, the air charged, each waiting for the other to make a move. When a loud brassy buzz shattered the silence, Cass jumped. On the table the camera was set up on, her phone rang with a call, and her shoulders dropped.

“Oh my god. Who is calling now,” she murmured, reaching for the phone, but I caught her hand, holding her by the wrist over the phone.

“They can wait,” I said. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, right?”

She bit her lip, irises flaring as she looked me over. I’d had a lot of girls in bed before, and plenty of them looked at me like I was desirable, but all of it paled before the way Cass looked at me. She looked like she wanted to have me tonight, and have me in the morning, and keep having me until I wore out.

“Parker…” she said, raking her gaze down and up my body again. “Aren’t we supposed to not be doing this?”

I moved her hand to my hip, and she cupped it immediately, stroking tenderly up my side. She put her other hand on my opposite hip, holding me, and I laid mine on her hips to match, feeling the soft fabric of her panties under my touch. I tugged her towards the sofa, and she fell onto her knees on the couch cushions in front of me. “Pretty sure we’ve been working our way here from the very first moment, Cass,” I said. “Or at least from the moment I saw you in a towel.”

She dug her fingertips into the soft skin right above the back of my panties, sending little bursts of electricity through me, tingling out to the tips of my toes. “I’m not thinking straight right now,” she breathed, eyes falling to my lips.

“I have never once thought straight. Or about anything straight. Especially not when you’re walking around the apartment. Do you have any idea how frustratingly sexy you are?”

She bit her lip. “And you still haven’t even seen me doing chair pose in a towel.”

“At this rate, it won’t last long. I’ll take the towel off myself.”

She bit her lip, a little giggle escaping from her. “Oh, no. What a terrible threat.”

“I’m deadly serious, Cassidy Peterson.”

I pulled her into me, sinking against my front, and I closed the distance to press my lips against hers, capturing her in a slow kiss deep enough right at the outset to feel the way she quivered under me. Cass was desperate for this. She wasn’t the only one.

Her lips were soft, smooth, silky under mine, and I tasted that sweet apple on her mouth. She let out a soft moan, kissing me back, moving her lips slowly against mine as she trailed her hands up my back and gripped me tighter under the shoulder blades. Slowly, I lowered her onto her back, holding the kiss all the way through until I was pinning her down onto her back on the couch.

I touched my tongue to her lips, and she parted them with a throaty groan, giving me access. I could tell just from the way she squirmed under me that she was soaking, and I couldn’t help sinking against her with my thigh against the front of her panties just to feel. When my skin made contact with the hot wet spot, she broke off the kiss with a gasp, her hands moving down and gripping me by the hips.

“Parker—oh my god.”

“What did you think was going to happen once we both stripped? Wine and painting?”

“I don’t even do wine and painting.” She squirmed. “Parker—please—I need—”

“Wine?”

She growled. “No, Parker. I need you to keep going.”

She was about neon red. I teased a hand along her front, feeling over her stomach. “Keep going with what?”

“Jesus, Parker.” She collapsed back onto the couch. “I need you to strip me naked and take me against this sofa, please.”

I paused. “You want to do it right here?”

“Do I look like I have the patience to go anywhere else?”

“Well, no, but…” I propped myself up on her. “Fuck, that’s hot. Yeah. Sure. Fuck you on the couch, fuck you on the floor, you just say the word, really.”

She arched her back against me when I unhooked her bra, tossing it to the floor. I’d spent so long staring at the tops of her breasts when she was strutting around in a towel, there were no words for the relief actually getting them here—I ran my hands over them, bending down and taking one nipple in my mouth, and she crackled out a broken sigh, her body shuddering under me.

I tugged her panties off shortly after, pulling down slowly and watching the way she squirmed under me once I had her stripped bare. Sure enough, she was dripping wet, and just looking at her like this, I could tell you right now that once wasn’t going to be enough.

My bra went right after, pulling it up over my head, and to my surprise Cass actually sat up with me and helped, taking it from me as I got it over my head and pulling me into a deep, messy kiss as she dropped the bra onto the floor. The smell of apple on her was intoxicating all of a sudden. Her hands worked quickly unbuttoning my shorts. Was this really her first time with a girl?

“I’m guessing this is also getting cut from the recording,” I said once she’d pulled away from the kiss, hovering just past my lips, and she bit her lip, resting her forehead against mine.

“I am not coming out with a sex clip, Parker.”

“Hey, it’d make an impact.”

She let out a throaty laugh. “I’d get my account taken down.” She slid down, planting a kiss on my collar, looking up at me as she kissed again, lower, along my violet tattoo. I sank back on my knees and watched as she moved down, holding eye contact, and dragged her lips over the swell of my breast, pulling my pants and panties slowly down together.

“You really haven’t been practicing this?” I said, raking my fingers back through my hair as she placed a small, reverent kiss on my nipple.

“Only in my imagination every time you kept talking about things like this,” she murmured.

“Oh, that was a lot of times.”

“You don’t say.”

God, she looked good like this, stark naked and sliding down to where my pants were down, around my knees. She brushed her lips up along my thigh, her hair falling off the front of the couch in messy waves, tickling my thighs, and big blue eyes looking much too innocent for this looked up into mine as she placed a kiss right against where I was aching for her. I bucked my hips against her, gripping her by the hair and holding her in place, and she let out a short, sharp moan.

“Parker,” she groaned.

I bit down on a wild, uneven smile. “You like getting your hair tugged a little, huh?”

“Turns out I do,” she rasped. She dragged her tongue up along me, and I melted onto the intense heat of her tongue, arching my back and propping one elbow on the back of the couch.

I’d never had a thing for it, but it turned out I was enjoying doing this on camera.

“You’re proactive, for someone who was talking about how badly she needed to be topped,” I murmured, gripping her tighter. “Just that desperate to have me hold you where I want you and grind on you?”

She bit her lip, looking up at me with a wild-eyed expression and nodding. “Please,” she gasped.

“You’re sure this is your first time with a girl?”

“I’ve… read a lot about it.”

I laughed breathlessly. “You studied up, huh? Real good student down there.”

“Parker.”

I shoved her against the back of the couch, and she let out a muffled gasp before I shoved myself against her, grinding on her mouth. She took it well, gasping and moaning into it, her tongue working along my folds and over my clit, and I gathered her hair up into my fist and held her firmly in place as I ground against her. Her whimpers built up into heavier and heavier moans, and it was only once I bent over her with one arm on the sofa back that I realized she was playing with herself too, sitting legs spread underneath me and a hand between her thighs.

I was expecting Cass to be hot, but a little boring. The way she was so desperate for this that she couldn’t keep from playing with herself when I shoved myself into her face? God, that was a turn-on.

I didn’t last long, but it wasn’t like I was trying to. I moved my hips with the rhythm of her mouth, grinding as she sucked at my clit and sent those throbs of pleasure trembling through my body, and I felt myself tugging tighter at her hair the higher I went. The sweat on Cass’s face and the scarlet color she went said she was losing it too, and I relished the way she reacted with a jolt of ecstasy every time I tugged on her.

Release felt fucking perfect. I built up until it was impossible to hold up any longer, and the walls came crumbling down as I let go, collapsing over her with a growl. She kept going through the orgasm, her tongue working in small, tight patterns through my folds and up to my clit as the thrums of pleasure racked my body, and I saw stars on the edges of my vision, feeling like I was leaving my own body.

My legs gave out somewhere towards the end, and I collapsed against the sofa arm, breathing hard, my clit still throbbing.

“Parker,” she whined, still playing with herself, and I sank back on top of her and pulled her into a deep kiss. She gasped at first, and then with a moan, she sank into it, her tongue in my mouth, tasting like me.

“You’re better than I expected,” I said, talking in between kisses.

“Because I’m good, or because you thought I’d be boring?”

I laughed breathlessly. “You have no idea how hot it is that you touch yourself while I ride your fucking face, Cass.”

She bit her lip. “That’s definitely getting cut from the recording.”

“We’re going off the recording,” I said, staggering to my feet, tugging her up off the couch with me. I fumbled to turn the camera off on our way to my bedroom, where I flung open the door and shoved her backwards into my bed, knocking one of my hoodies onto the floor, and I fell on top of her and captured her in another hot, wet kiss. I fumbled with the nightstand drawer for a second before I pulled out the wand vibrator, and I pulled away from the kiss just to watch her expression change when I turned it on, looking over at it in my hand.

“Do you want this?” I said, my voice a throaty murmur, and she bucked her hips underneath me, her wetness pressing hot and slick against my thigh.

“Yes—please. Oh my god, Parker.”

“On a scale from one to ten, how much should I tease you with it?” I said, brushing the wand head just barely over one thigh. “Keep in mind you can only say ten.”

“That’s—not much of a choice, then.”

“What’ll it be?”

“Eleven?”

That one caught me off-guard. I bit my lip. “You have no idea what you just signed up for, Cass.”

She squirmed. “You can take me all night long, Parker.”

I adjusted my weight, straddling her waist. “How kinky are you, Unicorn? Because I’m this close to tying you down and blindfolding you, too.”

“On a scale from one to ten, where I can only say ten?” She laughed breathlessly. “Try me, Scruffy.”

God, I was already throbbing again. This was going to be the best kind of long, long night. “You’d better give me a safe word, then.”

“Uh… Orca.”

“You realize we’ll never be able to go back to Orca then, right?”

She bit down on a wild smile. “Not without thinking about this…”

“Yeah, not the worst fate, huh?” I sank into another hot, open-mouth kiss, setting the vibrator down on the bed just between her thighs and leaving it running as I slipped the bed restraints out from under the mattress.

She looked good strapped down like this. She strained against the ties, sweat trickling down her brow, and I slipped a blindfold from the bedside table before tugging it on her. When I slipped a finger along her lips, she jerked at the sudden touch, parting her lips with a moan, her hips bucking, and I slipped my finger into her mouth before dragging it down her chin and along her front.

Christ, she was good. Was she only up for doing this once, and forgetting it after tonight? Because that would be a hard one.

I brushed my fingers over her nipples, watching the way she squirmed at the touch, breathing hard. She only seemed to get more desperate when I picked up the vibrator again, the buzzing getting louder, and when I pressed the head against her skin above her clit, she let out a cry I wasn’t sure if maybe they’d hear downstairs.

She really liked the blindfold. I was going to have a lot of fun with her tonight.

True to my word, I teased her, the vibrator against her clit, teasing on and off, just watching the way she squirmed never knowing when it would make contact with her again. I teased it against her nipples, along her thighs, going on and on, until just looking at her I could tell she was right on the edge, and I pulled back—let her come back down, let her settle, before teasing over her clit with my mouth instead.

I went on until she was breathless and red-faced, her clit swollen and throbbing, cherry-red, and she was begging and pleading me to let her come, and only after keeping her right on the edge for long enough I felt like she was about to break, I pressed the vibrator against her clit and grabbed a fistful of her hair again, tugging, ordering her to come for me.

She went crashing over the edge, arching her back so hard I almost expected her to just snap right out of the restraints. Her voice turned into a high-pitched cry that crackled and broke, just hovering there at the peak of her ecstasy, before she sank gasping and wheezing onto her back, every part of her quivering. I planted another light kiss over her clit, and then higher, and higher, until I found myself draped over top of her, and I slipped the blindfold off her to see her blink wildly at me with glazed-over, unfocused eyes before sinking into another deep kiss.

“Good cozy wintertime activity, right?” I said, and she gasped a short laugh.

“Yeah. Fantastic. We’re not saying a word about that on the Q&A, though. Oh my god. That was literally unbelievable.”

“Just be glad you didn’t say twelve,” I said.

She laughed breathlessly, and it broke off into the longest, wildest laughter, like she was barely holding on, before she shook her head and said, “Maybe I’ll say twelve next time.”

Well. That was promising.