Chapter 66 Parker
PARKER
Linc drags me through the apartment as if our lives depend on it, and he doesn’t stop until we’re standing in my bathroom.
“What are you…” My words trail off as he leans into the shower cubicle and turns it on. The second he’s back, standing in front of me, he begins stripping.
Oh. Now we’re talking.
I lower my purse to the floor, my eyes focused on every bit of skin he reveals.
His T-shirt hits the floor as he toes off his sneakers, and then his thumbs are in his waistband and he’s pushing both his pants and boxers down his thick thighs at the same time.
His hard cock springs free, and my mouth waters.
I want him.
I want him so much I could cry.
The game he's playing right now is driving me crazy. I understand his need to take this slow— hell, I agree and appreciate the fuck out of his thoughtfulness. But it’s driving me to the brink.
He stands before me as naked as the day he was born, save for the ink that now stains his body.
“What are you waiting for?” he asks, confused.
“Uh…I said that we were showering when we got home.”
“Y-yeah, I know. I just didn’t…” Slowly, I drag down the zipper of my Vipers vest before letting it hit the floor.
Linc’s eyes blaze with heat as I reach for the hem of my long-sleeved shirt.
He groans as I peel it up my body and reveal my pretty lace bra beneath. It definitely wasn’t ideal for playing hockey in, but it’s certainly doing its job now.
Linc swallows thickly as my hands drop to my leggings.
I drag them over my ass before pulling them from my feet along with my socks, leaving me in just my underwear.
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters as I take two steps toward him.
The fire in his eyes is a massive confidence boost, and I stand with my shoulders back and my tits out.
“Did you want to help with the rest?” I ask coyly as I gaze up at him through my lashes.
“You have no fucking idea how much I want to help,” he confesses before reaching out and grazing my hard nipple through the lace cup of my bra.
I whimper with need.
“Turn around,” he demands. Slowly, I follow orders, giving him my back.
“Christ, this ass,” he groans, palming my bare cheeks.
“Lincoln, please,” I beg.
Dragging his knuckles up my spine, he pauses at the clasp of my bra.
“I’ve dreamed of seeing you naked again every fucking night for six years.”
My breath catches at his honesty as a little regret stirs deep within me.
What would have happened if I hadn’t walked away without looking back six years ago? Would we have figured this out earlier? Or was it too soon? Did we need this time, the distance, to allow us to come back stronger?
Fuck, I really hope it’s the latter.
In a quick flick of his fingers, he undoes my bra, and the fabric falls forward.
I groan as my full breasts are freed.
Gently, he pushes the fabric from my shoulders, and it falls to the floor with a gentle thud.
Linc’s lips kiss across my shoulder as his hand skates around my ribs. I arch for him, my ass grazing his cock as I silently beg for his touch.
The second his fingers graze the underside of my breasts, I groan and fully lean back into him, afraid that my legs will no longer hold me up once he fully gets his hands on me.
And I’m right. The second he cups my breasts with his huge, calloused palms, my knees buckle.
“Oh god,” I moan, my head falling back against his shoulder as he gently squeezes me and pinches my nipples.
Heat surges to my core, and I wiggle my hips in the hope of some relief.
“Are you wet for me?” Linc whispers in my ear, making me shudder.
“Yes.”
“Just wet, or soaked?”
“Find out.”
He groans as his hands drop to my hips. I want to complain at the loss of his touch, but I know better things are coming.
He hooks his thumbs into the side of my panties before dragging them down.
Glancing over my shoulder, I discover he’s dropping with them. As the lace hits my ankles, he’s resting on his haunches, my ass right in his face.
Leaning forward, he presses a kiss to my ass cheek as he taps one ankle and then the other to get me to lift up to free my panties.
He moans the second he wraps his fingers around them.
“Soaked,” he groans as he lifts them to his face and inhales. “And so fucking sweet.”
I cringe, remembering just how sweaty and disgusting I was while chasing him and the others around the ice earlier, but he doesn’t seem to care.
He discards them the second I turn around, and his eyes drop to my body.
His jaw tics as his teeth clench and his throat ripples with a heavy swallow.
“You’re a fucking goddess, Parker.” He steps forward, splaying his hands on my stomach and then sliding them around my back, pinning our bodies together. “And all mine.”
“Linc.”
“Say it,” he demands.
I hold his eyes so he can see the truth in the next word that falls from my lips.
“Yours.”
One minute, I’m standing there with the heat of him against my back, and the next, I’m in the shower with water raining down on me.
Linc wraps one hand around the back of my neck and bands his other arm around my back, pinning us together before kissing the life out of me.
I cling to him just as tightly as he does me as he completely consumes me.
When our lips finally part, I’m panting, my chest heaving with my need for air.
“Parker,” he whispers, stepping into me and giving me no choice but to move back.
I gasp when my back hits the cold tiles, but the second his body presses against me, I forget all about it.
“Can I touch you?” he asks, his eyes bouncing between mine.
“I think you already are,” I point out, covering his hand that’s resting on my waist with my own.
“Y-yeah, I am. But that’s not what I mean.”
“I know,” I whisper, taking his hand and sliding it across my stomach, and then down.
I swear he stops breathing.
“I’m yours, Linc,” I tell him. “Tease me, touch me, take me. Do whatever you want to me, just…just don’t let me fall.”
“Never, babe. I’ll always catch you. Always.”
I swear my heart grows a couple of sizes with those words.
I push his hand lower until his fingers graze right over the spot I really need them.
“Please, Linc. I need you to touch me.”
We stand there frozen for a long second. His fingers twitch against me, but it’s nowhere near enough to give me what I need.
“Stop holding back,” I whisper. “You won’t scare me off. The only place I’m running is into your arms.”
He smirks.
“That was too cheesy, wasn’t it?”
He shakes his head. “It was perfect. You are perfect.” And with those words, he presses two thick fingers against my clit, and I cry out.
My fingers curl around his shoulders as I fight to stay upright.
He teases me, circling my clit before he pushes back and easily slides two fingers inside me.
“Fuck,” he grunts, discovering just how wet I am. “Perfect.”
He curls his fingers, finding my G-spot almost instantly, and I can’t help but think the same thing.
“N-no, w-what?” I stutter when he pulls his hand away, leaving me cold and my pussy clenching around nothing.
“Need a taste, babe. Gonna die without it.”
I watch as he sucks those two fingers that were just inside me into his mouth. His eyes shutter as my taste covers his tongue, and the corners of his lips curl up in a smile.
“Delicious,” he muses before dropping his hand back down at the same time his lips collide with mine.
It’s everything.
Every-fucking-thing.
He works me as if he’s been doing it all his life. His pressure is perfect, speed is exquisite, and long before I’m ready, my release is tightening inside me, ready to explode.
Ripping my lips from his, I rest my head back against the wall and breathe as pleasure edges closer.
“Keep those eyes on me, pretty girl. I want to watch every second of you coming apart on my fingers.”
I nod, my lips parted but unable to respond as my orgasm hits.
I cry out, my knees buckling as pleasure hits me so hard I no longer know who I am. The only thing I’m aware of is Linc and mind-numbing pleasure.
His movements slow as I ride out wave after wave of my release, and it’s not until I’ve fully come down from my high that he pulls his fingers away.
I whimper at the loss, but he makes up for it by sucking them clean again.
“Incredible,” he muses. “Fucking incredible.”
His cock bobs between us, and I act on instinct.
“W-what?” He gasps as I slam my palms against his chest, giving him little choice but to step back.
“Parker, w-what are you doing? You said you wouldn’t—” His words and his panic both die as I slowly sink to my knees before him.
“Oh fuck,” he breathes. “You don’t…babe. I didn’t do that so you could—”
“I know,” I assure him, leaning forward and kissing his hip.
His cock jerks in excitement.
“I don’t expect—”
“I know.”
“You don’t have to—”
“Lincoln Storm,” I chastise, sitting back on my heels. “Are you trying to stop me from sucking your dick?”
“What? No, no. Never. I fucking dream about you sucking me—oh holy fuck. Parker,” he barks as I wrap my hand around him and suck on the tip.
His fingers sink into my hair as his head falls back.
“Oh Christ,” he groans when he looks back down and finds me with his cock in my mouth. “Fuck. I’m not gonna last, babe. Too good. Too fucking good.”
“At least you get to come in my mouth not your pants this time,” I quip, pulling off him for a beat.
His fingers tighten in my hair, giving me little choice but to take him back into my mouth, only deeper this time.
I relax my throat and hollow my cheeks, fully intending to give him the best blow job of his life.
I never got to do this before, and I’ve regretted not knowing how he tastes ever since.
The saltiness of his precum covers my tongue, and I groan, desperate for more.
I give him all my best moves, and from the way he moans, I think it’s hitting the spot.
“Yes, babe. Fuck. Are you going to swallow me down like a good girl?”
I nod the best I can while he’s filling my mouth.
“Fuck, yeah.”
Reaching up, I cup his balls, squeezing gently, and he barks out, “Fuck, I’m…fuuuuck.”
His dick gets harder, bigger, before it jerks violently in my mouth, ropes of hot cum hitting the back of my throat.
I swallow it all down, savoring every drop as he gazes down at me like I’m the most precious thing in the world.
The second he’s done, he lifts me from the floor, gathers me in his arms, and kisses me breathless, not giving a single shit that I taste of him or that the remnants of his release are still on my tongue.
“You are hands down the most incredible person I’ve ever met,” he tells me softly as he pulls back from our kiss.
“You’re not too bad yourself,” I confess.
“Let me take care of you,” he whispers.
“I’m pretty sure you already have,” I tease.
He smirks. “Not just like that. Can I wash your hair?”
Christ, how can a girl say no to that?