Addicted to Mr. Parks (The Park #2) (8 page)

He took hold of my hips on a growl, gaining control, pumping up and into me and pulling my hips down to meet his vigorous thrusts.

“Evelyn. I’m gonna come…”

I reached behind me, took his heavy balls into my hand, and rolled them into my palm.

“Jesus Christ…” He dug his fingers into my hips as he pulled himself up, then wrapped his arms around my neck. “Evelyn.” His hot breath tickled at my ear as he bit down into my lobe, causing me to cry out in delight. I continued to gyrate my hips, milking every inch of him until a hot spurt of desire filled my clenching core. Parks crushed my body into his, holding me still for a moment as he lost control.

“Yes,” I hissed, stroking myself against him and bringing on another mind-blowing orgasm.

Panting and holding each other intimately close, we said nothing until our breathing eased. After a few moments’ pause, he pushed away from our embrace to look at me. He studied my bare face closely. It was no doubt flushed, swollen, and my hair a mess. Soaking in all of my bareness, he smiled adorably, took my cheeks into his palms, and kissed me tenderly. I wrapped my fingers around his wrists to hold his hands in place, my lips synchronizing with his. I cherished how he made me feel. His lips affected me like no other man’s ever had. They felt made for me, and when we kissed, I felt the soulful connection between us. Emotionally. Physically. Laying my head on his shoulder, Parks began to stroke my hair, soothing me compassionately until my eyes closed.

Chapter Nine

I must have fallen asleep without realising, because I was suddenly awakened by a buzzing from the bedside table. I stretched out my body on the king-size bed and realised I was alone. The buzzing continued, shaking me from my disorientation and telling me it was my smartphone ringing.

“Hello,” I answered without looking to see who it was.

“Evey, how are you, love?” It was Cheryl.

“I’m fine.”

“
Evey-fine
? Or great-fine?”

“I’m always
Evey-fine
.” I yawned loudly, stretching out my aching body again.

“Tired?” she called over my yawn.

I chuckled, kicked my feet out of bed, perched on the side, and noticed it was five p.m. by the wall clock. “You could say that.”

She gasped playfully. “You were at each other’s throats hours ago, now you’re at each other’s privates?” She whispered “privates,” which made me laugh. Cheryl loved talking about sex, but she never actually said the word
sex
. She actually called it
The Word
. She couldn’t even bring herself to say
penis
or
vagina
. It was hysterical.

“Yeah, it’s confusing me too. How are the kids? How’s Darcy?” I found myself wincing, feeling terrible all over again for missing her concert. The sigh Cheryl blew down the phone didn’t feed me any optimism, either.

“She said she doesn’t think you’re a princess anymore, whatever the hell that means.”

I rubbed at my forehead, feeling accountable for her misery. “She called me a princess when I read her a bedtime story. God, I feel shit, Chez.”

“Well, you can make it up to her when you visit next weekend, and do make sure you bring that hunk of a man you have in your bed right now.”

I found myself mindlessly looking around for him and frowned. “It’s
his
bed. And he’s not in it.”

She laughed. “Did he sneak honey from your honey pot?”

“Chez!” I laughed. “Why would you want to know if he made me come or not?”

“Don’t talk so brash,” she scolded. “Right, I will see you next week, Evey. And please, please take care.”

“Chez, if you wanna tell me not to have a drink, go ahead.”

“Don’t bloody drink.”

“I won’t.” I winced. I hoped I wouldn’t.

We hung up, and I hovered over the buttons. Desperate to talk to my best friend, I dialled in her mobile number and held my breath while it rang…and rang.

“It’s Stephanie…leave a message.”
Shit. Answer machine. It was clear she didn’t want to talk to me. What hurt the most was the fact she was bound to have known about my accident at the hospital. That alone made me think she might have called me to check in, but she was clearly still mad. I didn’t blame her, but it hurt. I felt lost without my best friend, my sister from another mother, my wingman. I would have to make it up to her, but first, I needed to find Parks.

I found my baby-doll wrapped in the bedsheet, pulled it back over my body, and wandered out of the bedroom. There were another three rooms on the first floor, so I investigated. The first room was another bedroom, the second was a huge bathroom, and the third was a home office. It was a beautiful room, bursting with browns, dark greens, and walnut wood. There was a log fireplace against the wall and French doors leading onto the roof terrace. There was also a brown wood desk, which had a sexy man sitting behind it on a leather swivel chair in a pair of grey jogging bottoms. He was concentrating so hard that he hadn’t spotted me yet, so I took the time to study him whilst leaning against the doorjamb. He was strenuously tapping away on a laptop, had on an earpiece, and was showing that powerful command he had over his businesses. He had that ability to assert power and control. It was extremely captivating to watch, and extremely sexy to know that this highly educated, well-respected, and powerful businessman wanted me. And only me.

“It’s worth taking the risk…they are a small business, I agree, but they don’t have the potential to expand with a dick like Hurley in charge…” He chuckled at whatever the person on the line said and mindlessly looked up towards the door, only to see me watching him with a smile on my face. He cleared his throat, his eyes stalking my body from head to toe, paying particular attention to my breasts, which were enhanced by my crossed arms. “Something’s come up. Call Joanna. Reschedule.” He stopped tapping on the keys and threw his earpiece onto the desk.

“Don’t let me disturb you.” I batted my lashes. “I quite like watching you in business mode.”

His amusement was clear as he sat back in his chair comfortably, making the leather creak. “I’m always in business mode. You look edible, Evelyn.” He crooked his fingers. “Come here.”

I sashayed towards him, having no idea where my provocative side was coming from. The sway of my hips, the sultry smirk, the batting of my eyelashes. I was no Jessica Rabbit, but Parks looked at me like I was, and because of that, I wanted to please him. Immensely. Especially when we were engaging sexually. It was a way we both knew how to express our feelings. He moved back his chair, took my hips, and lifted me onto the desk. Then he took back his chair and pushed himself forwards so his hands warmed my thighs. Pushing up the material of the baby-doll to my waist, he spoke briskly. “Now we have to resolve a certain situation.” The warm feel of his palms on my bare skin instantly captivated me under his spell. Exactly where he wanted me.

“What might that be?” I breathed, watching his fingertips walk up my thighs.

His index finger drew the simplest circles against my inner thigh, but the softness of his touch made a huge impact. “Your persistence with calling me Parks.”

I rolled my eyes. Really? “I like calling you Parks. You like calling me Evelyn.”

“Because that’s your name,” he went on, narrowing his eyes to tell me he was serious. “My name is
Wade
, and it seems you only remember that when I’m making you come.” He caught my knees and pushed apart my legs, then slipped his palms around my thighs and into the middle. Leaning back onto my hands, I opened my legs wider for him, resting my feet on his knees as he sat before me. I hadn’t put any underwear on, and the way Parks inhaled deeply when my cleft came into view made it all worthwhile. He slipped two of his fingers inside me and smothered my trembling entrance with the small trickle of arousal that had escaped.

“I will make you call my name continuously, making sure you never forget.” Parks withdrew his fingers from me and reached into a drawer on his desk. I watched on as he pulled out two pieces of black rope. My chest rose, then dropped deeply as he took my left ankle and tied it to the leg of the desk, then he took the right and did the same thing. My legs were tied, my thighs pulled apart, exposing me to the fullest.

“You just happen to have rope in there?” I breathed, failing to try and remain calm and unaffected.

The mischievousness of his smirk had my stomach knotting. “I’m always prepared.” He sat back in his chair and grinned, his eyes filled with an animal-like need and excessive hunger.

Fully aware of his intention, I panicked. “No, you can’t. I haven’t showered.” I didn’t mind his fingers or cock, but going down on me when I hadn’t showered after our previous sex? Oh God.

“You think I care?” His voice was gruff and crude, and it instantly made me back down. He pressed firm hands against my knees, buried his face between my thighs, and tongued my cleft, licking as if he was starved and my taste was the only thing to suppress his hunger. My back arched. My hips wriggled restlessly, and my knees jerked, but my legs were tied tightly, allowing no chance of compression.

“Wade!” That was the first count of calling his name. It slipped out of my mouth so willingly, and the rumble he gave against my sex vibrated my flesh.

“One,” he counted before diving back in with quick slices of his tongue. My arms were shaking as I tried to support my weight on my elbows. My insides were continuously tightening as I began the long ride to multiple orgasms, coming quick and out of nowhere.

“Jesus. Wade.”

“Two.” He smiled, lapping between my folds, sucking at my swollen clit. I pushed off my arms, raked my fingers through his hair, and thrust myself against him. He moaned whilst licking me. Sucking me. Biting me. I came again, but that time I was determined not to call his name. Instead, I pulled his hair forcefully, so he slammed two fingers into my core and licked around them, thrusting them in and out.

“Yes…
Wade
…yes.” His name tumbled out of my mouth as I came again. It felt like was I pouring against him, and I couldn’t stop. My body was exhausted. But I wanted more.

“Three.” He went on, parting me with two fingers, spearing his tongue directly onto my clit. It was an instant orgasm for me, and I called his name again.

“Four.” He smirked as he pulled back to gaze up as I panted. “Do you get it now?”

I was a glutton for punishment, so of course I disobeyed him. “No,
Parks
.”

He slowly licked the curve of his lip with the tip of his tongue, his eyes darkening and becoming intense. I knew I was in for a rough ride, so I buckled up.

Parks pushed off his chair, sending it across the room and yanked down his jogging bottoms. My gaze fell to his large, thick, and throbbing cock, and I needed it within me.

Quickly and efficiently, he untied my legs, pulled me from the table, ripped off my baby-doll, and spun me around by my hips. My back was facing him as he took hold of my wrists and tied them behind me. Exhaling raggedly, I was becoming aroused by the idea of what I was getting myself into. “Are you going to teach me a lesson?”

He clasped his hand around my nape before he pushed me down onto the desk. My right cheek was pressed against the wood, my arse in the air. His hand cracked against my arse cheek, and the action was immediately followed by the slam of his body into the back of mine. “You know me well, Princess.” His breath tickled my earlobe, then he dragged it through his teeth. He slipped his warm hands down my back and stopped at the curve of my backside. “You have a gorgeous ass, Evelyn. I never did get to fuck it, but there’s time.” My breath was taken as he smeared my earlier arousal around my back passage, lubricating it before slipping his finger inside. He pushed in slow, gently circling as he went. My lids were heavy, my moans lax, and my legs verging on weak.

“How does that feel?” His tone was becoming hoarse, the excitement brewing. It was the sound of an affectionate male turning into a dominant as he was about to carry out a punishment.

“Good,” I moaned.

“Beg for more,” he growled as another slap hit my backside.

“Give me more.” I was begging and clenching around his finger. He twisted my hair around his wrist and pulled my head back so I was standing upright, his finger inserting deeper as I straightened.

Parks spoke against my temple. “You want it
harder
?”

“Fuck.” I was whimpering. “Yes.” Another tug of my hair sent my head back, and he nipped at my throat.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Wade,” I uttered and sensed his immediate grin.

“I think it’s time to fuck that ass.” His body straightened out behind me, and as soon as he removed his finger from my anus, it was immediately replaced by the head of his cock. He didn’t push it in all the way but reassured me first. “Tell me if you feel any discomfort.” His voice was rough, and I knew it took all his strength to stop himself plunging into me entirely. However, I wanted him
entirely
inside of me.

“Hmm,” I moaned. The sound had hardly left my mouth and he was shoving himself inside me. “Ah
. Fuck
,” I wailed as his cock ripped me open, forcing me to fall forwards. Parks caught me just in time and lowered me to the desk. He was so big, so thick. I hadn’t a clue how he’d even pushed himself in me so snugly.

His dextrous hips rolled, and I hadn’t stopped moaning. “Have you been bad, Evelyn?” His playful tone also carried a trace of hostility. I knew he wasn’t only punishing me because of his damn name. It was because I was an alcoholic. I could sense it.

“Very,” I breathed. His cock was inside me as deep as it would fit, and the feeling was foreign, like my body hated me for allowing such forceful penetration. Yet it loved me because the sensation was what I yearned for.

My temperature hit an all-time high. I felt light-headed and extremely frail, but most of all immensely turned on. I needed him to move.

And he did.

He started to thrust, sliding himself in and out. My body shuddered. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. The silence of the room was no more, filled up with moans and yelps of my own, curses and gasps from Parks.

He used his grip on my hips to push me back onto his cock with increasing force and rapidity. After I’d got use to the sensation of something so big shoved into something so small, I pushed my arse out and met his cock fiercely. A rush of breath left his throat as he tried to stop me.