Chapter 5 5 - Bridget

I woke up feeling my entire body complain from all the "exercise" I'd done the previous night, but I wasn't complaining. It had been a marvelous night-no, marvelous didn't come close, too small a word to describe everything Parker had made me feel.

I shifted in bed and felt the nagging soreness between my legs, reminding me of the massive man who'd been inside me last night. As if that weren't reminder enough, Parker tightened an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to his body.

I'd lost count of how many times he'd driven me to intense orgasms. The man was truly insatiable, and Alice had been absolutely right when she said I'd find the perfect person there.

I swayed my hips, savoring his body's warmth, and felt his erection mold between my legs.

"If you keep wiggling like that, I'll forget you're sore and slide into that tight, hot pussy," his hoarse voice, almost a growl, sent a wave of heat up my spine, spreading through my entire body.

"You never get tired?"

"Only a madman would tire of something this good." His broad hand slid over my hip, chilling and igniting me in equal measure. "There are so many things I still want to do with you."

I sighed as his thick fingers slipped between my legs, urging them apart until he could feel my intimacy. I couldn't hold back a moan when he pushed a finger through my folds, growling against my neck upon discovering I was wet.

"Like what, for example?" My voice was nothing more than a whisper.

Before I could anticipate, Parker spun me with swift agility, and I found myself straddling his lap.

I knew the sunlight streaming through the windows revealed my entire body clearly, but I didn't care. I didn't mind if my fire-colored hair looked like a bird's nest, if the freckles scattered across my chest stood out, or if my face was creased from sleep or worse.

All that mattered was him, gazing at me with the same intensity as last night, desire etched in his eyes.

"Doing is more pleasurable than talking." His fingers tangled in my hair with raw force, pulling me down, claiming my mouth with fury.

His free hand slid down my back, reaching my butt, and he didn't hold back, grazing his fingers over my untouched hole, circling the tight ring, making me jump in surprise at being touched there.

But he only smiled, never breaking the kiss, and continued until he found my pussy. A finger slid between my folds, and I couldn't help but grind against him as he penetrated me with his thick finger. Involuntarily, I rubbed my clit against his hard erection.

He kept up the rhythm at my entrance, fucking me with his finger while his tongue fucked my mouth. My senses captured only him-his body, muscles, scent, heat.

"Parker..." I moaned against his lips, and he yanked my head back, gripping my hair tightly.

"You'll come on my hand before I bury myself inside you." He added another finger, and I closed my eyes, grinding again.

I wanted more, wanted his cock stretching me, making my eyes roll and my brain turn to jelly with an intense orgasm.

Parker released my hair, and I let my head fall onto his shoulder. His hand gripped my butt, spreading the cheeks to give his fingers more room to thrust faster, driving me wild and eager for the moment he'd enter me.

I screamed and clutched his chest with my nails, scratching his tanned skin, feeling him shudder.

"Look into my eyes. I want to see you lose your senses while I make you come on my fingers."

I raised my face, trembling under his relentless fingers, lifted my torso, and met his golden irises. I rocked my hips back and forth, rubbing my clit against his cock.

My belly quivered, and I felt my channel tighten around his two fingers. He gripped my butt, urging me forward faster.

"I... ahhh, I'm going..."

I couldn't finish the sentence, exploding in an orgasm. My pussy pulsed as his fingers and cock prolonged my pleasure.

My forehead slumped onto his chest, my breathing ragged, my heart galloping.

I felt his fingers slide out, and his tip rubbed my slit, coating itself with my release.

But a loud bang on the door made us both jump.

"Bri! We need to leave now! Get out here!"

My heart steadied at the sound of that crazy voice.

"Who's that?"

"Alice, my friend," I replied, deflated, pushing his hands away. "I'm coming, you lunatic!" I shouted at the door and started searching for my clothes around the room.

My panties were destroyed. I grabbed the denim shorts from the floor and, circling the room, found the black rag that, until last night, had been a beautiful bra.

I held up my ruined clothes and tossed them at the shameless man's face. He watched me, lying on the bed, with the arms behind his head and the long hair splayed on the pillow. Everything about him screamed wild-his sculpted muscles, body hair, scars, and the erection he still displayed without shame.

I wanted so badly to crawl back into bed and lose myself in that body again.

"Fuck." I saw his cock twitch as if it had a life of its own. "If you keep looking at me like that, I'll take you right there, standing against that wall. I won't care if your friend, my brother, or the whole city hears you scream my name as you come."

"I'll stop looking, tempting as the offer is. I have to go."

I turned my back to the bed and started shimmying the shorts up my legs.

"You don't make a man's life easy!" Parker said through gritted teeth. I felt his palm slap my butt, stealing my breath with the shock. "Wait here."

He opened a side door I hadn't noticed last night-understandably, since I was preoccupied with more interesting things.

He returned two minutes later with a jacket and a pair of boxer briefs. I stared, confused, as he handed them to me.

"I couldn't let you leave knowing you've got nothing under that short shorts and torn tank top."

I could've laughed at him, but I accepted his concern for what I'd reveal. I just smiled and slipped on the oversized boxers, then the shorts, followed by the tank top and his leather jacket.

No need to say his scent enveloped me as I zipped up the jacket, making it hard to think of anything but him.

"Thanks!" I stood on tiptoes, trying in vain to match his height, but he lifted me, aligning our faces.

"You look even better in my clothes. Only better naked."

I bit my lip involuntarily, and he didn't waste time, kissing my mouth, sucking my lips, his tongue sliding against mine, taking me fiercely. I pressed myself against him, and his hands lifted me, wrapping my legs around his hips.

"Bri! I'm not kidding. Shit, girl, we need to go!" Alice's shouts and relentless banging forced him to set me down reluctantly.

"Go, before I kill your friend."

I laughed at his frustrated expression and could understand-left with a rock-hard erection must be maddening.

I ran to the door and waved as I turned the knob, receiving only a nod before stepping out.

Would it be strange to say the world seemed to come back to life? Because that's how I felt closing the door behind me.

"Can I know what's with all the panic?"