Craving You (TBX #2) (2 page)

“Parker …” I laugh, pushing him away when he grabs a hold of my hand stilling me. Our eyes lock.

One.

Two.

Three seconds pass until he reaches a hand behind my head and our lips slam together. My mouth parts of its own accord.
His lips are just so soft.
A tidal wave of desire consumes me. His tongue slides across my lips, demanding entrance that I cautiously allow. Our tongues tangle in a war of lust, each trying to top the other. I lean into him, putting more of myself into the kiss.

This, this I can do.

Strong hands roam my torso while his body leans over me. I feel the cold rush of air begin to prickle my skin before it’s replaced with warm hands as the front of my shirt lifts, exposing my stomach up to my bra.

Okay, we haven’t made it to second base yet. I’m still good.

Once I feel his hand reach to cup my right breast, I moan into his mouth. He slowly slides the cup of my bra down until my breast is exposed. Two fingers pinch my nipple at the same time teeth bite down on my bottom lip. My gasp fills the room.

Shit, second base.

Parker’s hand leaves my breast and trails down my stomach to the waistband of my shorts. With certainty, he slides his fingers between the material and my skin. Our lips haven’t left each other’s as he waits for permission. I moan my acceptance, drunk on him and stupidity,
obviously
.

Third base. I have to stop this.

All thought leaves my brain when his fingers graze my clit. Rubbing the need I have building inside me. Parker’s soft lips leave mine, and I whine silently in protest. Soon, they return to the skin of my neck, his tongue working circles up and down my jugular while his fingers play the sweetest melody. Parker lifts my shirt over my head. I’m sitting in my bra that is haphazardly wrapped around my chest, thanks to Parker.

“Fuck.” He hisses before placing his mouth on my abdomen and working his way down. My fingers tangle in his previously perfect sculpted brown hair as he reaches the button on my shorts. Normally skillful fingers fumble to unbutton them while his lips kiss promises on my skin. My mind doesn’t have time to wrap around anything other than Parker. He slides my shorts, along with my red panties, down my legs while his lips travel to my center. He takes one achingly slow lick as he stares up at me.

“Mmmmm. Fuckin’ sweet. Just like I said.” My face feels flush and my heart rate spikes to an unnatural level as I feel the rumble of his voice against my core. His tongue works me in ways I never knew existed. His hands dig into my hips as I buck and grind on his face without shame.

All I can focus on is my need.

Pulling on his shoulders, I bring his lips back to mine. I can feel his impressive erection pressing through the denim of his jeans into me. It causes my flame to rise higher. I’m not sure what has come over me. Before I know it, I’m sliding down his jeans, exposing what I’m sure is his most prized possession. Lips crashing, hands rushing, and heavy breathing occupy the Taylor house. Parker pulls out a condom from his jeans as I have a moment to try to absorb what is happening.

“I need in you, Kels. You okay with this?” I can’t really form a coherent thought. All I know is that I want the man in front of me. The man I’ve been with most of the night.

“Yes.” I breathe as he slides the condom on over his blessed penis. I’m serious, I’m pretty sure it was created just for me and tonight.
Thank you!

Parker leans over me pushing into me at a slow pace. My gasp soon turned moan fills the living room.
Yes, I’m that girl, fucking on a couch. Damn it. Parker and his glorious dick.

“You okay?” The concern for me in his voice brings my eyes back to his. He must have been watching my internal struggle. If he only knew, this isn’t me. I don’t fuck randoms. I’ve only ever had sex with one person my entire life. Yet, here I am, having sex with the man whore himself. Parker inches further into me, and my mind is forced back to the here and now.

“Please.” It comes out more of a plea than the frustration I felt with him not moving inside me. His lips reach mine and our kiss turns passionate. Both taking what we want from the other, my walls have crashed around me. All of my defenses have somehow failed.

Parker stops moving, eyes staring daggers of need into mine. “Tell me what you want. I need to hear you.” He grunts out.

“Parker.” I breathe.

“Tell me to fuck you, Kelsey. Tell me you want my dick buried deep inside you.” Eyes furrowed, his voice shakes with desperation.

“I need you to fuck me, Parker.” I nearly scream in frustration, placing a kiss to his bottom lip. He starts to ease in and out of me again. Once our lips line up, sucking in a breath with our lips still touching, I beg again. “Please.” That seems to set him off as he fucks me like it’s the last thing he will ever do. His fingers trace down to my clit and work me up to a heated mess.

Mouths crashing, I collide into my orgasm. “Parker!” My voice sounds around the living room.

“Fuckkkk, yes.” The growl vibrating through me.

We lie there for a moment, heavy breathing filling the room. Sweat causing our bodies to stick to one another. Parker slowly kisses the spot behind my ear before he looks at me with a panty-dropping smile; well, if I wouldn’t have already dropped mine so easily.

“You look so beautiful.” His compliment catches me a bit off-guard.

“You already got in my pants, Parker. The compliments are no longer necessary.” I’m still dumbstruck that I just had sex with Parker Taylor. What the hell was I thinking? Oh, I wasn’t thinking, my vagina was.

Parker moves under me, cradling me in his arms and bringing my left leg to cross over his. After he pulls the blanket from over the couch and places it on our naked bodies, his grip tightens on my arm cocooning me.

“Just take the compliment.” His after-sex tone is intoxicating.

“Thanks.” It’s strange being cuddled up next to his hard body. My fingers begin to fidget with the blanket and my mind races.

“It’s time for some sleep, sweetness. Unless you want another go-round. I know I’m hard to resist.” I can feel his smile against my forehead and try not to enjoy this moment. Sleep finds me soon after his comment.

I crack open my eyes, unaware of my surroundings. Oh, shit. That’s right. I’m not in my dorm. I internally groan with my own disapproval and ease to untangle from Parker’s arms. He stirs slightly but doesn’t wake. This whole thing is wrong and never should’ve happened. I feel used and slutty, just how I should feel. I can’t believe I allowed myself to be weak and with Parker Taylor of all people. My eyes dart around the room before spotting my clothes; I throw them on, along with my shoes, and sneak out the front door. Thankful the dorms are only a few blocks away.

Parker

“What. The. Fuck. Is she doing in my bathroom?”

“I asked Brealynn to move in, and we had a spare room,” he shrugs, “so…” Colt’s explanation pisses me the fuck off. I slam the door and stomp back to my room. Pacing back and forth in front of my bed, I try to work through the fact that the girl who has my dick in a twist is unpacking because she lives in my fuckin’ house. The clinking and clanging of her in my bathroom does nothing for my temper. She’s probably moving my shit all around in there. We haven’t talked much over the last few months. Not since she outright told me to go fuck anyone else
but her
. That’s a problem for me, though. You see, all I want to do is
fuck her
. Needless to say, I’m sexually frustrated from not getting laid in months. Thanks to Kelsey Whitten.

“Shit! Oww!” Kelsey shouts in pain. Should I go in there? Before I can process the thought, my hand is swinging the bathroom door open looking down at Kelsey who sits on the floor on bended knees.
Do I have to explain what that image does to me
?

“What happened? You okay?” Running a jerky hand through my hair, Kelsey hate stares up at me.

“Yeah, just slammed my finger in the door.” She scoffs and brings her finger to those plump lips I miss before she tries to shake the pain out of her finger. I kneel down on one knee to the floor taking her hand in mine to examine the damage. It’s already bruising. She doesn’t remove her hand from my grip and so seeing that as a perfect time to touch her more, I bring my lips to her injury and place a soft kiss on the tip of her now bruised finger. Once my lips brush her skin, she flinches and pulls away as if I’m on fire. “What the fuck are you doing? You can’t do that!”

Her angry eyes bore into me for what seems like an hour before we both stand in a rush to our feet. I grab a hold of her wrist with one hand and then hold her tight to me by wrapping an arm around her back. Our bodies are pressed together, and my dick takes notice.

“That’s not what you were sayin’ the last time we fucked. I believe you were
begging
me to touch you. Where was it you wanted me? Tell me again.” My voice is a low rumble in her ear. She trembles as my words course through her. Placing a soft kiss below her ear, she sighs. I know I have her. I don’t know why this woman fights me so much, but she does.

I trail my left hand over her ass and squeeze when she fists her hands in my shirt pulling me closer to her. Looking up at me with smoldering eyes, I can see how bad she wants this, wants us, but she won’t allow herself.

Pushing her a little further, I ask, “Are we sweet or sour today? Do you want me to fuck you hard and fast or soft and sweet?” Fingers tighten into my shirt, and I know,
I just know
, her panties are soaked.

With her grip tight, she pushes off me suddenly and so forcefully that my body stumbles back an inch or two breaking my hold on her. She’s breathing heavy and her gray eyes are laced with want. “I’m not doing this.”

Her chest rises and falls as I try to rein in my temper. I’m getting really tired of her wanting me one minute and then tossing me away the next. I know I sound like a pussy. I honestly don’t know what it is about her that makes it different, but there is something.

“You’ve already done
this
.” I make a show of my hands over my body while I smile my signature pretty-boy smile at her.

She shakes her head at my show scrunching up her mouth, “You’re right. Been there, done
that
. Didn’t get the
O
. So I’m over it.” A bitch smile takes over her face, and she thinks she’s won this battle.

I have her lifted onto the bathroom counter before she can even take her next breath. Eyes wide with surprise, my lips slam on hers. She, of course, allows me to kiss her. My hands run up and down her thighs as her fingers dig into my back. She wants me just as much as I want her; she’s just too stubborn to admit it. Looks like my favorite sweetness is sour today. My right hand climbs up her left thigh, slipping past her shorts to find her center,
soaked
. Sliding my finger in and out of her with ease, I start to build her up.

Thunk.

The back of her head hits the mirror as she arches into my hand with now, two fingers inside of her as my thumb works her clit. Her eyes glass over when she lets go. “Damn it!” She pulses around my fingers for a few seconds before I slide out of her bringing them to my lips to lick them clean.

“With me, you
always
get the
O
. I know you're tryin’ to rationalize your need for me, but do yourself a favor and just admit you want me.” Slumped back on the mirror, her eyes stare into mine with a tinge of sadness I haven’t seen in them before it’s quickly hidden. Placing a playful slap on her thigh, I turn around to walk out of the bathroom.

“I don’t
need
you or
want
you. Get over yourself.”

“Keep lyin’ to yourself.” The door rattles with the force of slamming it closed. . I’m not going to listen to her bullshit lies or excuses when it comes to the two of us. She always has some reason to run. A loud bang against the door along with cussing comes from where I left.
Guess she chose to be sour today
I think with a shrug walking away satisfied to have had another taste of my addiction.

Kelsey

I’m trying to gather myself the best I can without looking in this damn mirror. I know what I’ll see—flushed face, sex hair, and a smile to go right along with it. I fucking
hate
that he can do this to me. Well, my Parker hiatus lasted longer than I thought it would. I know you’re probably judging me, and I don’t blame you. I’m judging myself too. Always swore I would never become
this
girl. Guys only want one thing and once you give it to them, they’re gone. That’s why I always keep them at an arm’s length. Growing up with a front door that revolved for all of my mother’s
‘friends,’
I learned the only thing that keeps them is sex. Making a promise to myself after I found out that love doesn’t really exists, only lust, I decided I would never be that sad, pitiful girl who waits around for the man who she thought actually loved her. My first encounter with sex and the boy who just left me and acted like he’d never met me sealed the promise that I would never allow myself to feel that way again. I can control what happens to my heart and me. My happily ever after involves loving myself because no one can love me better than me.