Fifteen

When I say Parker lets nothing go, that means the second I mentioned my aching body to him last night, he was already making a plan to have a masseuse meet me at his place the next day.

Stepping out of the elevator doors, I'm greeted by a tall, handsome man, and I should be excited. Instead, I'm wishful thinking of ulterior motives and Parker being the one standing here waiting on me.

The massage therapist, Bennett, allows me privacy to undress and settle onto the table in the living room area. And when his hands start caressing my neck and back, I can't help but want them to be different hands leading to tattooed forearms. His smell all around us in his home.

Eventually, I relax into a daze-like state because, while his hands might not be the ones I'm dreaming of, they are an absolute expert in relaxation and soothing.

When Bennett rubs my back gently, letting me know he is finished, I feel the drool on the corner of my mouth from dozing off.

"Miss Ava, you are all set. Can I grab you a cold-water bottle from the refrigerator?"

"Bennett, you can head out. I'll grab her one."

Parker's voice has my head snapping up to attention.

He's sitting in a chair over in the corner of the room, his ankle resting on his knee, reminding me of our last time at Masqued. His stormy eyes meet mine, and a zing of electricity sparks to life between us.

How long has he been there watching? And why the fuck does that turn me on so much?

I thank Bennett before he leaves, and my eyes stalk Parker grabbing me a bottle of water from the refrigerator before walking back toward me.

"How was it?"

I lean up on my elbows, perching my head up, the sheet still laying over my back. "It was amazing. Not nearly long enough, but they never are."

He twists the top and extends the water bottle out to me. I see his eyes trail down my neck to my partially exposed breasts. I love the way his eyes darken and his tongue peeks out to lick his lips at the sight. His reaction makes me feel brazen. Swallowing the water, I let the sheet fall a little more with no attempt to cover myself.

"Not nearly long enough, huh?" Parker asks, his voice huskier than before.

He reaches out for the water. "Lie back down."

Parker grabs the oil, and I do as he says. I would do just about anything in this moment to have his hands on me.

My clit pulses in anticipation. My body wants this man so bad, it's unreal.

But his next words are what really have me panting with need.

"What's aching, little brat?"

My hands twitch with the need to touch her. I was just moments away from pulling Bennett's hands off her. Luckily, he finished…or he felt my death glares and was a smart enough man to step away.

"What's aching, little brat?" I ask while pouring some of the massage oil into my hands.

"Everything," she says with a devious smirk over her shoulder. The look in her eyes tells me all I need to know. She's desperate for me…exactly how I want her.

I lower the sheet that's draped over her body to just above her perfectly plump ass, exposing her long, lean back. My finger drags along her spine, causing goosebumps to erupt all over her skin. Ava quakes beneath my touch, and I've barely begun my exploration of her.

My oil-slicked hands smooth up her back, and I swear a low moan escapes her mouth. I smile inwardly as something inside me stirs. She wasn't making these noises before when Bennett's hands were on her.

"Feel good, Angel?"

"Yes… Mmm, please don't stop," she begs, and my cock twitches.

Ava's body is absolutely incredible, and I let my hands roam as they please. Touching every inch of her exposed back and savoring every sound that leaves her lips.When I feel like her back has had enough attention, I slowly slide the sheet over, revealing one of her gorgeous fucking legs.

Starting with her calf, my fingers knead and caress her. When I"m mere inches from her ass, I let my thumb wander and lightly stroke. Then they travel back down to her ankle, repeating the same process on the next leg. She releases a sigh when my thumbs graze the wetness coating her inner thighs, then trail back down again. As if she was holding her breath in anticipation.

I notice that Ava has shifted her legs apart ever-so slightly. As if I need more of an invitation. I"m moments away from fucking her right on this damn massage table.

Folding up the sheet so it is only covering her ass, I apply more oil to my hands and steadily work my way up both her legs. When I reach the slickness of her inner thighs, I pause. Ava lets out a groan of frustration, and I chuckle.

"What's wrong?" I ask in a smooth tone. Trying hard not to reveal my overwhelming desire to have her.

"I need—I… Fuck," she curses when I run my knuckle through her sex.

"Hmm?" I prod. For some reason, I need her to tell me she wants more. Tell me she wants this as much as I do.

"Please touch me, Sir." A sense of relief hits me with those words, and I reward her by sinking my finger into her drenched cunt.

"Is this all for me?" I ask when another wave of wetness coats my hand.

"Yes… all for you," she pants and raises her hips, bracing herself on her elbows. Giving me the perfect view of her pussy.

I have to taste her.

Walking to the end of the table, I grip her waist, lifting her hips even more. Without hesitation, I lean in and drag my tongue through her sex, eliciting a feral groan from Ava. Fuck, she tastes amazing.

An unexplainable growl erupts from my throat as I devour her. I"m desperate to hear her scream my name, to beg me for sweet release.

"Yes, yesss…" she moans when I pause on her clit, sucking softly. Her body tenses and her legs tremble.

I pull away for just a moment, breathing my command against her. "Break for me, Angel. Come all over my face."

As if needing my permission, she lets go as soon as my tongue circles around her clit. Detonating like a firework on the Fourth of July as I keep up my ministrations. Her body shudders through it, and she moans from deep in her chest, gripping onto the sheet beneath her. With a groan, I fist my cock, which is longing to be inside of this woman.

Right.

Fucking.

Now.

Standing abruptly, I pull her legs down the table until her ass is leaning over the edge. She gasps at the sudden movement, earning her a swift little smack on her butt cheek.

Ava arches her back with a greedy whimper, pushing herself against my thick cock that's barely contained behind my pants zipper. Fuck, I want her.

I undo my belt and my pants in a hurry. We lock eyes as she peers at me from over her shoulder, her beautiful gaze pleading for me.

Dragging my tip through her soaked pussy is a sensation I don't think I could articulate. I tease her entrance, pressing in just the tiniest bit before pulling out. Then I do it again, a little farther this time, feeling her stretch around me.

"Please," Ava begs.

Shit, what am I doing?I pull out suddenly, and Ava sags in defeat.

"Parker?" she questions, her voice filled with emotion.

She probably thinks I changed my mind. Little does she know how long I've dreamt of having her again, and I"m tired of fighting it. I want to claim her body, owning every inch of her. See her submit to my every whim and command.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm grabbing a condom," I say as I pull one out of my wallet.

Her body perks up at my words, even giving her butt a little wiggle. As if egging me on, and it does. I rip the wrapper and sheath my cock in record time.

"Is this what you want?" I ask, smacking my cock against her ass cheek.

"God, yes. Please, Parker," she pleads. But that's not what I want to hear.

My hand swats at the other cheek, and she mewls in response. "Please, Sir. I need you," she moans, realizing what I was waiting for. I needed her to be the one to jump first, to take us over this edge.

I sink inside her, relishing the feel of her around my cock once more. I knew we'd end up like this again. The pull I have toward her is something I never thought I would find in my lifetime. But fuck if it doesn't feel good to be here.

"You're so perfect, Av," I say as I thrust my hips into her, hard. At this point, I know I"m not going to last. It's been too long, and I have been aching to be inside of her.

"Ah, fuck…you feel so good," she groans. Fisting her hair, I pull her chest off the massage table, my grip firmly in place as I continue to fuck her. Beads of sweat trail down her back, and I lean over and lick up her spine.

Her pussy convulses from the sensation, and I can feel her orgasm approaching.

"Such a needy little brat you are," I taunt, while her body quakes beneath me. Squeezing my cock as I thrust into her.

My hand wraps around her front, fingers finding her clit while continuing deep strokes that have her moans on a constant loop.

"Come for me again," I demand, and she whimpers in response, but her body listens. Ava writhes under my touch as her release flows through her. The sound of my name from her lips as she breaks is like music to my ears.

I"m so fucking close.

Pulling myself out of her, I rip off the condom. She turns, stunned by my sudden retreat. But her lust-filled stare focuses in on my hand wrapped around my cock.

"On your knees, Angel. I"m going to come down that gorgeous throat of yours," I command, and she drops to her knees. Sitting impeccably still with her mouth open and tongue out, her eyes latch onto mine.

Fucking hell, she's absolutely perfect.

Within seconds, I"m coming on her tongue, moaning when her lips close around my cock and she sucks me dry. She eagerly swallows me down before popping off my length with a dazed and satisfied look on her face that makes me groan.

"That was…" I blow out a heavy breath, unable to put it into words. Staring at her as she remains on the floor in front of me, I'm in awe. My hand cups her cheek, trying to convey how amazing that truly was. I hope she can see what my eyes are trying to convey.

Ava smiles. "Thank you, Sir."