She always knew exactly what I needed. She had always been exactly what I needed.
And I needed to be more for her.
I refused to waste any more time.
I rolled her over, her hair falling over the pillow, her body completely on display. I ran my hand down her side, and she squirmed in her sleep.
When I pressed my mouth against her pussy, she moaned and her back lifted off the bed. I ran my tongue over her softly, remembering how rough I was with her the night before, and she buried her hands in my hair before she ever opened her eyes.
“Good morning,” she purred as I sucked her clit into my mouth.
“Mornin’,” I said against her skin, causing her legs to tighten around my head.
She didn’t say another word as I gripped her ass in my hands and pushed her further against my mouth. I pushed my finger into her tightness, curling it upwards, and making her legs shake around me.
She tried to clamp her legs closed when the pleasure became too much, but I spread her open with my hands and forced her to take what I was giving her.
She trembled under my touch and just when she was about to come, I stopped. She jerked her head up to look at me as I lay back on the bed beside her.
“What the fuck was that?” She looked a little crazy, and I loved knowing I was the one who was making her that way.
“Sit on my face, Livy.”
I watched her eyes darken, and she didn’t give it any thought before she moved over me and lowered her pussy to my lips.
I gripped her hips in my hands and forced her further down on my mouth, and her hands clasped onto the headboard while she stared down at me. I didn’t move my gaze away from hers as I devoured her flesh.
She was so wet, and I fucking loved it. I loved the way she tasted, I loved the way her eyes clouded over in lust, and I loved the way she finally lost control when I sucked her clit into my mouth and started grinding against my face.
She was almost there. I could feel it and so could she. She grabbed her tits in her hands, a beautiful fucking sight, and I ran my teeth over her clit.
She wasn’t expecting it, her body slamming harder against my mouth, and she screamed.
She screamed as she rode out her orgasm against my face.
She screamed as I pushed her pleasure further than she thought it could go by sucking her clit back into my mouth.
She fell to the bed beside me with a lazy smile on her lips.
I moved over her body kissing every inch of skin I could find.
“I’m so sleepy again,” she giggled as I kissed her hips.
“Well you better wake up, baby, because we’re just getting started.”
L I V Y
Present
We had barely left the house in two days. It was two perfect days of sex, food, and nothing else.
By the time we finally surfaced into Forbidden Ink, Staci and Brandon stood at my desk clapping.
I tucked my face into Parker’s side in embarrassment, and Parker only chuckled.
“Don’t you two have work to do?” Parker set the coffees we had just bought on my desk.
“I don’t know. Do we?” Brandon asked. “You two have been in your sex dungeon so long that we thought we might have to shut this place down.”
“Shut up, Brandon.” I shoved his shoulder as I walked around my desk.
“It’s true,” Staci said with her hands on her hips. “I thought I was going to have to find a new bestie.”
She winked at me and I wrapped my arms around her.
“Wait, I thought I was your bestie,” Brandon pouted beside me.
“I can have more than one bestie, Brandon.”
He smiled until Staci poked her head over my shoulder. “But I’m the best bestie.”
Staci and I laughed as Brandon tried to grab her, but she was too quick.
“How about we have a bestie night tonight since you both have been so neglected?” I asked, and Parker rolled his eyes.
“Yes!” Staci clapped her hands. “But you’re getting ready with me. You’ve been spending too much time with Parker already.”
I laughed but agreed and then we all got to work.
* * *
Staci and I had been at the karaoke bar for about fifteen minutes when Brandon finally walked in the door. It was the same karaoke bar that Parker took me on our first date, and even though we were having a bestie night, I couldn’t help feeling even more in love with Parker for him suggesting that we come here.
“Where’s Parker?” I asked Brandon over the loud singing.
He had texted me about ten minutes ago to tell me he was almost here.
“He’ll be here in a sec,” Brandon said before cheering for the guy doing a hardcore rendition of “Highway to Hell”.
Staci and I had already put our name in to sing a Spice Girls’ song, and we had each taken a few shot to help bring out our inner divas. We were both giggling at nothing when I said, “I love this song.”
The guitar riff of “Sex on Fire” by Kings of Leon started blaring through the speakers of the bar, and I turned to see who had the balls to sing that song.
“Holy shit,” Staci started laughing beside me, and I looked up on the stage to see Parker on the stage with the microphone in his hand.
But that wasn’t what made me giggle. Parker was dressed in jeans, a white t-shirt with a bright yellow jacket over it, and a fireman hat. My grand gesture.
He started singing the lyrics, and the girls in the bar started going crazy. I didn’t blame them. He looked hot as hell.
He pointed at our table as he sang the words, and I covered my face as Staci doubled over with laughter beside me.
He jumped off the stage, the microphone still in his hand, and made his way over to me. He pulled my stool toward him, and he spread my legs apart with his hands as he leaned into me. I couldn’t stop laughing as he shimmied his body against me.
The crowd around us was cheering and cat calling as he sang and danced. He winked at me as he pulled off his fireman hat and placed it on my head. He pulled the jacket off his back, before swinging it in the air to the cheers from the crowd. He threw it to me, and I barely caught it against my chest because I was too busy watching the way he was circling his hips.
When the song ended, he dropped the mic to the ground, which the DJ frowned at, and he grabbed my face in his hands.
“You are insane.” I was laughing so hard that I snorted which only made Parker smile harder.
“Most romance books are.” He smirked. “And you needed a grand gesture.”
“You are my grand gesture, Parker. You’re all I need.”
He gripped my thighs in his in hands and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and everyone cheered again. I buried my face in his neck, embarrassed by all the attention, and laughed as he carried me toward the back of the bar.
“What are we doing?” I looked behind me as he turned the lock on an office door. “We’re not allowed to be in here,” I whispered like we were going to get caught.
“Shhh…” he said against my lips as he set me down on the desk, and I laughed again.
“No way, Parker James. We are not doing this.”