A Graceful Mess (8 page)

Moving my lips up to her earlobe, I notice she has small square diamonds in each ear. I take her lobe in my mouth and suck it, twirling my tongue around. Her body tenses, so I pull away. She looks like she is in a haze as her eyes look past me. I watch as her hand moves up to her wet neck, and I notice she runs her fingertips around on the area of skin my mouth was kissing, like she is taking it all in. Her blue eyes move and look right into mine as her hand slowly extends down her chest. Her fingers run against her skin. She continues to lower her hand until I can’t see it anymore. It went on its own hidden trail, until I feel it hovering right above the button on my jeans.

“Grace,” I whisper as I look up and peer into her blue eyes – eyes so deep, desirable, and pure. I almost feel wrong, being here, doing this.

Almost.

“Where is your bedroom?”

She points in the direction of a long, darkened hallway. Leaning off of the counter, I grab her in my arms and cup her ass with my hands as she bounces up from the motion, causing her dress to slide farther up her thighs. Her panties are visible, and I debate moving aside the little silken fabric. But I know if I start something here I’ll be too tempted to finish it, and she deserves something better than a quick, drunken fuck on her kitchen counter. We descend down the narrow hallway as her lips nip at my neck. The first time, she giggled. I knew she was nervous, so I let out a small growl of pleasure urging her to continue. It worked.

“Which door, sweetheart?”

Motioning to the last door on the left, I walk towards the one she pointed to and kick the wooden slab open with my foot. I don’t know if she is OCD or some shit, but her room is clean and tidy. Even her bed is made. Who fucking makes their bed these days? I head in the direction of her bed and bend down to sit her on the edge. Her arms let go of my neck, and we are face to face again.

“I’ll be right back,” she whispers, then gets up and goes into the en suite bathroom and shuts the door behind her.

Seriously, what has gotten into me?

I don’t have much time to contemplate the answer to that question as I fumble around in the bathroom looking for a washcloth to wipe the sweat from my chest and neck. I quickly roll on some deodorant in each of my armpits and brush my teeth. When I look up to spit out the mouthwash that is burning my mouth like I’m gargling acid, my reflection catches my eye in the mirror. For some reason I feel like I look different. The reflection of the girl staring back at me has a glimmer in her eye, one I don’t recall ever noticing. I am sure it has to do with the hunk of a man in there on my bed. The thought makes me want to jump up and down like a little girl excited about her first pony ride. I don’t know what I’m doing or why I’m doing it, but one thing I know for sure is I am doing
him
– tonight. I honestly don’t know what it is about him, but I want him. The feeling of butterflies in my stomach makes me hungry for his touch, and the way his hands held me in my kitchen made me feel safe. Like he was a guard and I was the treasure. Never once have I felt cherished or valued before. That was all stripped away from me the moment Brody laid his hands on me, but for a few moments in there with Parker, my mind didn’t taunt me with the acts of that day. My mind was focused on one thing and one thing only, and he is outside of this door.

Taking a deep breath, I slowly open the door to find Parker sitting on the edge of my bed. His elbows are on his knees and he’s holding his hands together. It sort of looks like he is praying, but his eyes are open, staring at me. They gaze over my body with the same look that drew me to him in the bar. I feel like they cast some sort of spell over me as my feet automatically carry me towards him. He takes me in his arms and positions me so I am straddling his lap. My underwear is showing, but I don’t care. This is as far into uncharted territory as it could get for me.

“Grace, you are so beautiful. I could sit and stare into these blue eyes for days.” I bite my lip as his words melt my heart.

Is this real life?

“Thank you.”

Did I really just respond to his heartfelt compliment with a “thank you”?

He laughs, and the sweet sound fills the room.

“What I meant was thank you, as in that was the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.” His nose nudges mine. Just this faint touch heightens the ache in my core.

“Come on, I bet you have men lining up halfway down the block begging to be sitting here in my shoes."

“Umm, no.”

“Then they are surely missing out, sweetheart.” He tilts his head and kisses the corner of my mouth. I can feel my panties getting wetter. Maci would have a cow. She would literally die if she walked in and saw me straddling a man I just met at a bar. Not to mention what my parents would think; their sweet little Gracie shacking up with a total stranger. I bet my father would have an aneurysm, but I don’t care in the slightest right now. All I care about is fulfilling the craving I have at this very moment – the craving to have Parker as deep in me as he can get. The thought makes my pelvis rub against him. It feels good, so I do it again. The material on his jeans is rough but the bulge forming, rubbing between my thighs tells me he likes the movement too. I hear him stifle a groan as I take charge of the situation and slowly unbutton his shirt. My fingers fumble with the second white button and Parker smirks at me. He must either think I am an inexperienced idiot or somehow amusing. Either way, I continue until the small, round button slides out of the hole. His mouth finds the lobe of my ear, and he gently sucks it, sending shivers down my spine. No one has ever kissed me there, or with that much intensity, ever. The pure pleasure of his touch makes my body rub against him again. Finally once all of his buttons are undone I bring my hands up to his broad shoulders and start to slide the sleeves of his shirt down, but he stops me.

“As much as I want you…”

Here comes the blow. He doesn’t want me? Why did I even let this go so far?

I look up at his handsome face and am almost positive the look in my eyes staring back at him is full of hurt and rejection.

“No, Grace. I want you, trust me. I want you, like, like fucking bad. You don’t even know, do you?” I swallow, hard, before shaking my head back and forth.

“Feel this.” He grabs my hand and drags it in between our bodies and places it over the mound in his jeans.

“This is how bad I fucking want you. I want to be buried deep in you and feel your tight, little pussy. I know it’s tight and ready for me. I can practically smell it and taste it. And I know you want me too. All I have to do is lay you back and pull down those little panties then make you mine. I can see the look in your eyes. You’re curious and want this too. Don’t you?”

I’m speechless. I have never been so turned on before. Well, not by someone else’s doing. I have goosebumps all over my body, but my lips will not form the word yes. I am frozen in place, my mouth slightly hung open, in awe at his sexy statement. Parker notices my hesitation.

“Grace.” He sounds more stern and less like his low sexy and raspy self. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I want you, that much is clear, but this is all on you. If you tell me no, I will get up and walk out. Scout’s Honor.” His promise makes me laugh.

“Yes, Parker, I want you.”

His mouth collides with mine as he moves one hand to my lower back and the other under my butt, then lifts me into the air and turns to lie me down on the bed. My butt is so close to the edge, I feel like I might fall off, and I suddenly know what is about to happen. I feel a little nervous at first. No one has ever done this to me, but I can’t fight the urge. I feel like I am about to explode and I want to by Parker’s mouth, not my own hand later on after he has left and is only a memory of what could have happened. My imagination won’t do justice to experiencing the real thing.

“Say the words, sweetheart, and I’ll stop. If not, prepare to have your fucking world rocked.”

Suddenly my panties are being torn off leaving my core exposed. The draft of his sudden movement feels cool against my exposed skin. Then I feel something wet. His head is hovering between my legs and I can only see the top of it. His breath so close to me is hot, and then I feel his tongue. It keeps a steady movement, almost as if it is creating its own special melody and is conducting an orchestra. The sweet, sweet music his tongue is playing makes me want to clap my hands like a pleased crowd would. I can feel it slide up and down repeatedly before his mouth covers me. It feels like he is making out with my vagina, but I have to admit I like him kissing me down there much better than on my mouth.

“God, you taste even more incredible than I imagined.”

“Uhh, thanks…Ahh…” I moan out in pure ecstasy, unable to hide my pleasure. My legs feel weak as I struggle to keep them up.

“It feels good, doesn’t it? Do you know what feels even better?”

I know it’s a rhetorical question, but I moan out “Yes” in response to his hot breath on my soft spot. Then he tightly grips one of my thighs and brings it towards his mouth. Sitting up on my elbows peering down over my stomach, that has my dress scrunched up over it, I see him kiss the inside of my thigh. My eyes are locked on his lips. They move slowly at first, gliding over my skin, but once they connect with my core for the second time they form a suction cup as he tastes all of me. The smacking of his mouth fills the air. My head falls backwards as my back arches.

“I bet that does feel good, but has anyone ever touched you here with their hand?” he asks as he slowly moves his index finger and middle finger around in a circular motion where he was kissing only moments before. I can’t answer, because once again I can’t talk.

She doesn’t answer. Hell, she looks like she’s in shock, but she hasn’t told me to stop. I honestly don’t think I could even if she said the words. Her skin is so soft and perfect. I want to kiss every inch of her, but my dick is so fucking hard I don’t know how much more I can handle without being inside of her sweet pussy. My fingers are rubbing her clit slowly. She looks like she is about to come undone at any moment. I want to push her and see how long she can hold back.

This is all kinds of messed up. I know I shouldn’t be here and definitely shouldn’t be doing this. If Mark Jacobs found out the nasty shit I’m about to do to his long lost daughter, I know he’d fire my ass before I had time to explain. Which is why I want to get my fill tonight, so it will be easier to stay away since I will have already tasted the goods.

I stop moving my fingers and grab her leg and place it over my shoulder. She leans back on the bed and rests her head. It’s a good thing for what is about to happen. My other hand slides her dress up and over her bra. Then I cup her breasts and pull them out of their nestled place in her bra and tuck the cloth nicely under them and out of the way. Now I can see those perky little nipples. I use two fingers to rub them, and she squirms underneath my touch. My other hand slides up her leg and back to her wet spot. I use one finger and slide it into her, careful at first, but she eagerly accepts it, so I slide another one in and slowly drag them out. My feet are tucked under my ass as I rise on my knees to hover above her. Her sounds of pleasure fill the air along with grunts from deep within my throat. I can’t continue. That’s it; I can’t fucking take it. Her pussy is so wet and accepted my fingers so easily. I slide them in and out with a faster pace. I want to see how much she can take. She cries out, in a good way, urging me to give her more.

Shit. Fuck.

I quickly withdraw my hand and shove my face in her opening, licking up the wetness from my touch.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” She cries out louder and louder with each stroke of my tongue.

“You can’t come like this. Hold on for me, okay?”

Her body is shaking as she whispers, “Okay.”

Standing up I quickly take off my shirt and bend down to remove my shoes. When I look back up and start to unbutton my jeans I see a sight I never thought in a million years I would see. Grace is fucking touching herself, and enjoying it. She has one hand playing with her nipple and the other is rubbing her little cunt. Her knees are bent in the air and her painted toe nails are gripping the edge of the mattress.