CHAPTER 9
Parker sat back on his heels, eyes glowing in satisfaction.
“Proud of yourself?” Cassie asked, smothering another laugh. She’d have to call her sister later and apologize. The second Parker had pulled at her pants, she’d been a goner. The man worked magic with his tongue.
He grinned up at her. “We’re just getting started.”
A thrill of anticipation darted through her. “Yeah?”
“MmmHmm. I’ve got at least three hours until I need to help Gunn with chores.” His eyes filled with dirty promise. “By my calculations, that’s at least four orgasms. Maybe five.”
This time she couldn’t hold back her laugh. “You’re full of shit, Park.”
“Try me.”
“Game on, buster.”
He hauled himself up and bent over her, placing a kiss between her breasts. “Are you sure you can handle it?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” she teased.
“I have incredible stamina.”
Her fingers trailed over his patch of chest hair. Just enough to give him a rakish air. Just enough to prickle against her sensitized skin. “Hmm. Remind me to challenge you to pushups the next time we’re on duty together.”
Parker dipped his head, tonguing concentric circles around her breast, coming closer to her rapidly tightening bud with each go-round. And even though she still basked in the glow of release, arousal began to spin up her body, bringing with it a delicious ache.
Her head dropped back when he finally took her nipple into his mouth, sucking and raking his teeth gently over the sensitive tip. Each flick of his tongue took her a little higher, and she cried out softly when he moved his mouth to the other tip, giving a little pull.
Parker’s fingers skittered lightly over her swollen folds, seeking and finding her wetness. “Ready for more?” His voice had gone gravelly.
“Not yet.” In an instant, she’d squeezed her legs against his hips, pushed on his shoulder and twisted, rolling them both so she landed on top. “Much better,” she smirked down at him, hungry to help herself to a taste.
Parker’s eyes gleamed in admiration. “Where’d you learn that move?”
She shrugged. “SERE training.”
“What training?”
“Survival, evasion, resistance, and escape training.”
“Remind me to be on your side in a bar fight.”
She gave a satisfied purr, brushing her palms over his pecs, and making her way down. He had the most amazing skin. Warm and taut. His abs rippled under her touch, and he sucked in a breath when she reached the fuzzy trail below his belly button, stomach going concave.
Shifting off him, she slipped her fingers inside the waistline of his station pants, tracing the area between his hip bones. Parker’s hands came to his fly, and she helped him slip out of his pants. Then she pushed him back on the bed. She was more than ready to take her pleasure from him, but first, she needed to even the score. Blow his mind a bit.
He stared up at her through hooded eyes as she slowly perused his frame. So the man liked boxer briefs huh? No complaints from her. She loved the way the material clung to his muscled thighs. More importantly, she loved the way his cock strained against the fabric, the glistening head peeking out from the elastic. Definitely, time to get those out of the way.
She kneeled between his legs, running her hands over his thighs, pressing her fingers into his skin. The hair scratched her palms, but underneath, his muscles stilled, and his body went taut at her touch. Sliding her fingers under the hem, she explored higher up his legs, seeking and finding the sensitive space at the juncture of leg and torso.
His hips rolled, and he made a noise in the back of his throat that was pure animal. Cassie’s body tightened in need. It was heady, the power to draw a moan from him. Parker, so strong, so capable. So calm in a crisis. Moaning at her touch.
She couldn’t think of anything hotter.
His hand came again to his waistband, and she helped him push down the last barrier between them. When he’d kicked it aside, she paused to admire him. Parker’s cock jutted long and thick against his belly, and her stomach fluttered at the thought of it stretching her. Filling her up.
She couldn’t help it. She licked her lips in anticipation. So much to enjoy. She brought a hand to his balls, gently cupping him and giving a tiny pull from the back.
He hissed out a breath and grabbed the blanket, squeezing it.
“Like that?” she whispered. Desire slicked her thighs, but she was determined to take this slow.
“Fuck yes,” he bit out roughly. “Jesus, Cassie, do that again.”
She did, this time slipping a finger along his crack and pressing. Parker groaned and thrust into her hand. Reaction noted. Continuing her exploration, she slid her hand up his cock, pulse kicking up at the length and heat of him. He thrust against her, groaning, and she swiped a thumb over the head, spreading his pre-come.
She swallowed, mouth watering in anticipation. She’d been dying to taste him. Every time she thought about their tryst in the utility closet a week ago, she’d wished they’d had time for more.
She laid an open mouthed kiss on the inside of his thighs, inhaling him. The salty tang of sweat mixed with the sharp scent of his arousal filled her senses, and she stroked to his balls, flicking her tongue along the ridges and crevices.
Parker groaned again, caressing her hair. A physical affirmation that set her blood singing. Giving his cock another squeeze, she opened her palm and in one slow movement, licked him from root to head, swirling her tongue over and around the top. She took him into her mouth, sucking gently and sliding her tongue over the hot skin.
Her pussy reacted to his groans and grunts, undulating in a rhythm that matched Parker’s thrusts. Cassie stroked a hand up his chest, memorizing the peaks and valleys. He covered her hand with his, wrapping his fingers around her palm, holding it there.
“Cassie.” A note of warning sounded in his voice.
“Cassie, I’m close.” His voice came out strangled and desperate.
She smiled and hummed against his cock. I don’t care. She was having too much fun to stop now.
His cock grew longer, harder. His breathing became more shallow. He had to be close. With a roar, Parker let go, releasing spurt after spurt of hot come into her mouth. She lapped up every drop, continuing to suck and lick as he came back to earth, finally releasing him and placing a kiss on his hip bone as she flopped on the bed next to him.
A sheen of sweat covered his chest, and he rolled over to look at her, a silly grin on his face. “Wow.”
She smiled back, warmed through from his expression.
“So was that to level the playing field?”
She shrugged and winked at him. “I couldn’t let you brag about stamina until we were on equal footing.”
He ran a hand down the swell of her hip, moving back and forth. “I had a sandwich while you were on the phone with your sister. Do you need sustenance?” His mouth quirked. “I wouldn’t want an unfair advantage.”
“I went through survival training. I can manage anything you throw at me.”
“That a fact?”
He skated his hand down to cup her ass, his eyes lit with humor and heat. “Anything?”
“Try me.” She’d happily spend all afternoon one-upping him.
He pulled her close and rolled them, so she was pinned beneath him. “First one who taps out from too many orgasms volunteers to wash the fire truck for a week.”
“You’re on.” She pulled him into a kiss. She’d never admit it to Parker, but she’d gladly wash the fire truck for a week if it meant an afternoon of being naked with the only person who made her laugh.