by Mari Carr
He reached down and pressed his cock more firmly to her clit.
Becca groaned, then hissed. “Yes.”
“I want everything, Becca. This isn’t going to be a quick tumble in the back of a limo. You understand that, right?”
She studied his face for only a moment, then nodded slowly. Her hesitance was still there, though she didn’t continue to deny him.
Progress.
“Maybe it’s time I give you a taste of what I mean.” He moved away from her on the seat until he was able to lean down, his lips level with her cunt. Becca gasped when he ran his tongue along her opening.
“Oh my God.” Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him there, desperate to prevent his escape. He nearly chuckled at her anxiousness. She wanted to be fucked roughly—it was written on every curve of her lush, writhing body.
He dipped his tongue inside her sweet pussy, enjoying the taste of her arousal, the breathless wonder of her whispered praise as he used it to push her closer to the threshold. Becca’s fingers tightened each time he hit a hot spot, providing his very own navigational guide. Within moments, he’d learned where to touch her and how much pressure to apply. When he sensed she was close, he decided to seal the deal.
Reaching up, he caressed her clit with his thumb, slowly building his speed. Becca alternated between cries for more and swearing it was too much to take, but he didn’t release his hold or halt the pace. She jerked once, twice, then she was there. It was only when he felt her orgasm start to wane that he began to back away, ease up, give her a moment of respite.
She shuddered, her eyes drifting closed. Her bliss-induced coma gave him a few minutes to study her face. She’d put up one hell of a fight these past few years, but goddamn if she wasn’t worth it. There’d never been a woman like her in his life—a true contradiction in attributes.
Sometimes she was cynicism and sarcasm personified. They would go head to head, arguing about politics, religion or sporting events. One night they’d gone back and forth for nearly an hour, hotly debating why she thought the wrong film had won the Academy Award, while he felt the movie’s nod was justified. Becca was intelligent and insightful and he enjoyed their banter.
Other times she was sweet, caring, generous almost to a fault. She’d never forgotten his birthday or Christmas. On the premiere night of his very first movie, she’d sent him an autographed picture of Jimmy Stewart she’d probably paid a fortune for. Becca had remembered how much he loved It’s a Wonderful Life and she’d found the perfect gift for the occasion. He treasured the card she’d included in the package even more. He’d hung it on the mirror in his bedroom and read it every morning. It simply said, Remember no man is a failure who has friends. You’re an amazing actor, but you’re an even better friend. Love you, Bec.
Becca’s eyelids lifted, her gaze finding him staring. She stretched, then tilted her head curiously. “What are you looking at?”
“You. I love you, Bec. I always have.”
She smiled softly, then rolled her eyes in a way that could only be described as adorable. “Yeah, well, I love you too. God help me.”
Parker leaned forward, intending to give her a quick kiss. However, the second his lips touched hers, he found it impossible to keep the buss brief. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers stroking his back. Soon she was gripping the cotton of his t-shirt, tugging the material up.
“I want to see you. Touch you,” she whispered against his lips.
He pulled the shirt off and resumed kissing her as she explored his chest and his back leisurely. A sense of calm washed over him—and it seemed Becca felt it too. They’d turned a corner on the stage at Scoundrels, come to grips with what their futures held. Now they were ready to enjoy it, bask in it.
Becca broke the kiss first. “Sit up.”
He reclaimed his spot on the leather seat as she followed. She shrugged off the coat, then drew the sexy teddy over her head as well. Parker’s mouth went dry. He’d only seen her completely naked—very briefly—while they were in the dressing room. Then, like now, the lighting had been too dim for him to fully enjoy the view. He’d take care of that when they got home. He’d turn on every damn light in his house. Hell, he might even light a few dozen candles.
Regardless of the muted illumination, he saw enough to know he’d never get tired of this sight. Becca knelt before the seat, pushing his legs apart and tucking herself between.
“Fuck,” he muttered, when she reached for his cock. As she took his mushroom head between her lips, he closed his eyes and prayed for restraint. Given his current condition, there was no way he was going to be able to endure this beautiful torment for long.
He gripped her hair, tugging on the long, dark strands roughly. Becca groaned against his flesh, the sound adding another layer of heavenly sensation to the blowjob she was currently gifting him with. She gripped the root of his cock tightly, applying just the right amount of pressure as she took him deeper. After only a handful of thrusts, he felt his dick brush the back of her throat. Then she withdrew, holding only the head in her wet, hot mouth. Her teeth teased and nipped at the tip. Parker gritted his teeth, his jaw locked as he fought not to erupt then and there.
Every single thing she did drove him closer to the point of no return. Sadly, he couldn’t—wouldn’t—go there. Not this time. If he gave in to the climax hovering at the edge of his consciousness, he wouldn’t be able to fuck her. And there was no way in hell he was denying himself that heaven.
Becca picked up her pace, taking his cock deeper, varying the depth, the pressure. Parker’s chest constricted, his body demanding its due. He’d waited so long for this.
Then, he took a deep breath and pushed her away, her lips leaving his dick with a soft pop.
“Parker,” she started to protest.
He shook his head, reaching under her arms to lift her to his lap. “Later, Bec. I swear to God I’m going to fuck your mouth, watch you drink every drop of come down that sweet throat of yours, but not this time. I want everything, remember?”
He’d warned her, promised to show her exactly what he sought from her.
Becca nodded and whispered, “Everything.”
He spread her legs wider, urging her to straddle his thighs until his cock rested against the valley there, the underside grazing her clit.
“I need you so much, Parker.” Her anguished plea matched his own throbbing desire.
Reaching around her waist, Parker ran his hands over the firm globes of her ass, dragging his fingers lower until he found her anus, his toy still lodged deep within. He pressed on it as Becca groaned.
“God. That feels really good. I didn’t realize…” Her words drifted away on a breathless sigh as he wiggled the plug again.
“I can’t wait to take you there.”
She rested her forehead against his and he watched her struggle to catch her bearings, to catch up. He understood the feeling. The night had been a whirlwind of perfect chaos.
She released a long breath. “Ready?”
He nodded and started to reach for his jeans. “Condom.”
She shook her head. “Pill.”
He studied her face for just a moment, then smiled, the magnitude of what she offered touching him deeply. Trust. It had always been a part of their friendship, but now it was trickling over into what he hoped they’d be from now on—lovers, partners, a couple.
Becca rose on her knees as Parker grasped his cock, guiding it to the place it had longed to be all night. When it nudged the opening to her pussy, she started her return trip, lowering her body to capture it more fully.
It was a tight fit. He started to call a halt as a slight wince covered her face.
“Bec?”
She closed her eyes. “No. Not stopping. So fucking good.”
He cupped her breasts in his hands as she continued her descent. His jaw locked. He was in serious danger of coming. He’d denied this moment for too long and his resistance was in tatters.
Then, finally
, her thighs rested firm against his, his cock fully seated. Becca made no move to continue. Instead she waited. One look at her face told him she was fighting her own battle for endurance.
“Okay?” He squeezed her breasts gently.
“I came less than ten minutes ago.” Her tone was sheer amazement.
He increased the pressure, lightly pinching her nipples, unable to resist teasing her. “You’re allowed more than one a night.”
“No shit, but if we keep this up, I’ll hit double digits. I’m starting to wonder if a person can die from too many orgasms.”
He leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on one of her breasts. “I’m willing to test the theory if you are.”
“I love how you play fast and loose with my life.”
Parker chuckled. “Just don’t walk toward the light and you’ll be fine.”
She started to reply, but her response fell short when his lips closed around one nipple, sucking hard.
Her hands flew to his head. “Do that again.”
“Demanding woman.”
“Is that a complaint?”
“Hell no.” Parker complied, paying the same attention to her other breast. The harder Parker’s suction, the more it clearly drove Becca out of her mind. She began to writhe on his lap, her actions thrusting his cock deeper inside.
It was too much for him. Perseverance be damned. He needed to come. Now.
Gripping her waist, he lifted her until only the head of his dick remained inside, then he pushed her down roughly.
Becca cried out but made no move to pull away. Instead, she picked up the rhythm he introduced, bouncing up and down on his cock until Parker swore she was right. It seemed entirely possible they would die of pleasure. Hell yeah. Bring on the angels and harps and clouds. He’d have no complaints about going this way.
Becca came after less than a dozen strokes, her pussy clenching on his hard flesh so tightly it almost hurt.
Parker let her ride out the storm, then he shifted their positions. Holding himself within her trembling body, he laid her on her back on the seat, coming over her. Lifting her legs, he threw her ankles over his shoulders and resumed his thrusting.
Becca shook her head, her eyes closed. Her loud demands for him to stroke faster, go deeper, to fuck her even harder made him light-headed. Greatest. Sex. Ever. And he hadn’t even come yet.
She reached the pinnacle again quickly and this time, Parker was right there, beside her, ready to leap into the abyss.
Parker felt his eyes roll back in his head. It had been a long, strange, incredible, blow-your-mind kind of night. And yet, he knew there was much more to come.
Leaning closer, he placed soft kisses on Becca’s brow, her cheeks, her lips until she returned to her senses.
“Still hanging in there?”
“I walked into the light.” Her voice was husky, almost hoarse from her shouts, but her eyes were pure mischief.
“Bad girl. Told you to steer clear.”
She shook her head. “No can do. All the good stuff happens in there.”
“I agree. Maybe we should plan a return trip?” His cock twitched at the suggestion.
Becca shoved on his shoulders until the connection was broken and he sat up. “I need a rest. And food. Missed my dinner break tonight.”
She resumed her place next to him on the seat. He didn’t miss her sharp intake of breath when the new position jarred the butt plug in her ass once more.
“Here.” Parker patted his thighs. “Lie across my lap and let’s get that thing out of you.”
He was surprised when she obeyed easily. He wasn’t used to this compliant Becca, instead he was accustomed to the friend who lived for a good argument. Regardless, he enjoyed discovering yet another layer to the woman he loved, the one he would have sworn he knew inside and out before tonight. Now? Well, now she was even better.
As Becca draped herself over him, all rational thought drifted away at the image of her, naked, sprawled facedown across his lap. Every dirty fantasy he’d ever indulged in about her was coming true in the span of a single night. He reached for the edge of the toy, gently working the plug out, grinning at Becca’s squirms and sighs. While she protested and claimed she was tired and hungry, he suspected it would take very little to get her motor revving again.
Once the plug was removed, she started to rise. Parker restrained her, holding her down with a strong hand on her upper back.
“What are—?”
Her question faded as he placed a quick slap against her ass.
“Hey,” she started, but he silenced her again with three more firm smacks. Her bottom flushed slightly, but Becca stopped protesting.
He took that as acquiescence as he resumed his spanking, not stopping until he’d laid a dozen strokes on her bottom. He varied the placement and strength, testing the waters, wondering if she’d try to stop him.
She didn’t. Instead, she lifted her ass, seeking out more of the sensation he offered. An entire world of sexual fantasies opened up before him as his adventurous girl pressed her head to the leather seat and quietly asked for more.
Parker forced himself to pull back. All of his intentions for the evening had gone astray. He’d planned to take Becca home and make soft, sweet love to her in his bed. He had envisioned rose petals and candlelight with slow, sensuous music and romance.
What he’d gotten was a hot, sexy woman ready to pander to every kinky desire he’d ever entertained, while introducing him to some he’d never even imagined.
He turned her gently, coddling her on his lap, covering her with kisses and caresses. “Love you,” he whispered over and over, thrilled when Becca gave him the words back.
The world continued to fly by outside the limo, as they remained nestled in their own private Eden. Finally, after nearly half an hour, she lifted her head from his shoulder and looked out the window, frowning at the unfamiliar surroundings. “This isn’t the way to your place. Is your driver lost?”
Parker shook his head. “Not exactly. Get dressed, Bec. I have a surprise for you.”
Chapter Three
Ten minutes later, the limousine pulled over in a neighborhood Becca had never seen. Her body was humming from Parker’s incredible lovemaking. She was sated, yet still hungry. It was a potent combination.
She’d thrown the T-shirt and jeans she’d worn to work back on. It was amazing to her to think she’d been standing behind the bar, serving up drinks only a few hours earlier. It felt like a hundred years had passed since then. Parker grasped her elbow as he helped her out of the car.
“Where are we?”
Parker squeezed her hand as they stood on the sidewalk. “The home of Glen Price, a justice of the peace here in Hollywood.”
Becca blinked, studying the simple non-descript house, her heart racing. “Hollywood has a justice of the peace?”
Parker grinned. “Yep, a few of them. I pulled some strings and got us a marriage license. Figured there should be some perks to being a famous movie star.”
Becca rolled her eyes. “You’re kidding, right? Your whole life is one big exception as people roll out the red carpet for you every time you take two steps out of your house. I watched my father experience that same the rules don’t apply because you’re famous lifestyle, remember?”
Parker ignored her, changing the subject to one he’d obviously been anxious to broach since the show ended. “I asked you a question onstage. You never answered me.”
Becca raised one eyebrow. “I don’t remember a question. Just a command.”
Parker’s face was equal parts amused and guilty. “Fine. Then I’ll word it as a question.”
Becca’s heart stuttered and missed a few beats when Parker went down on his knee. He reached into the pocket of his jeans and produced a ring.
“Parker,” she whispered.
“Will you marry me, Becca? Tonight?”
She swallowed heavily, trying to decide if the sudden butterflies in her stomach were the
result of excitement or panic. “Why the rush?”
“I’d hardly call four years rushing things. I love you and I think I know you better than anyone. I know your favorite food is sushi and that you hate rap music and all about your unhealthy obsession for Gerard Butler.”
“Oooo, Gerard,” she teased.
He rose and cupped her face with one hand, not laughing at her joke. Instead, his expression was more serious than any she’d ever seen. “I understand you’re afraid and I know why. I know what your dad did to you and your mom. All I can do is promise you forever, then spend the next fifty years or so proving to you exactly what that vow means to me.”
Every word he said was true. She’d been a fool, blind and stubborn, holding on to her prejudices against actors while letting it distort the truth. Parker had never lied to her, never broken her trust or given her reason to believe he wouldn’t be completely faithful. The impact of that realization hit her hard, awakening her understanding that she’d made things pretty difficult for him. “Why have you put up with me for so long? I’m a total pain in the ass.”
He chuckled. “No, you’re not.”
She tilted her head, letting her Yeah right expression speak for her.
“Well, maybe you are. A little bit. But I have my moments too. Let’s face it, there’s probably no one else on the planet who’d be willing to put up with either one of us for long.”
She laughed.
“Say yes, Bec. It’s a simple word. Three letters.”
It was simpler than he knew. All her fears fell away as she looked at his beloved face. “Yes.”
He slid the ring on her finger, then kissed her, softly at first, but soon the intensity grew as the significance of the moment crashed down on both of them. Becca tangled her fingers in his hair as Parker captured her waist, drawing her nearer until she couldn’t get any closer unless she climbed inside him.
After a few long, blissful minutes, he broke the connection. “Now I’m going to get greedy. I want three more letters.”
“Letters or words?” she asked, thinking he’d screwed up his request. “Because you don’t even have to ask for them. I love you.”
