Cat & Mouse Games (Tempting Mr. Parker) (10 page)

I need Joe.

I release my breast and snatch my phone. “Joe…”

He croaks, “Yes, babe?”

“Wish you were here, Joe. Wish you were touching me, stroking my wet pussy, licking my clit and shoving those fingers inside me. And then you’d kiss me and I’d taste myself on your lips.” I slide my finger through my cream, circle my hole. “And you’d rub your dick on my wet lips, wouldn’t you? Because you love me, but you love teasing me more.”

He swears quietly.

“Are you hard, Joe?”

He gulps and I can hear him swallow over the line. “Unfortunately, yes.”

“Nice. Can you imagine sliding your hard shaft through my juices? Up and down, up and down. You like oiling your dick up with my cream, don’t you? Like getting yourself nice and slick?”

“Oh, man…”

“I especially love it when you brush that fat cockhead of yours over my clit. Ooh…” I lay my finger flat between my folds, a bit of my palm pressing against my bundle of nerves while my fingertip teases my wet hole. I just rub up and down for a bit, masturbate to the sound of Joe’s own breathless pants. “Joe… you feel so good when you tease me.” I add another finger and shove both of them into my needy cunt, finger-fuck myself hard and fast, my juices making lewd sounds. “Can you hear it, Joe? How wet I am for you? Don’t you wish you were fucking my teen cunt right about now? Oh, Mr. Parker, it would feel so good. Fingers aren’t enough.” I’m pounding in and out of my pussy now, imagining it’s his big dick, fucking me hard and fast. “I want you, Joe. Fuck me, fuck me harder…”

“Jessica…” I’m not sure if he’s giving me a warning or a prayer.

“Fuck me hard like this. Stand me up against the window so anyone can see me and then you shove that thick cock of yours into my pussy. You know I like it deep, hard and fast. Anyone can see you filling me with your dick, taking me like a fucking jackhammer.” I’m panting, pussy juices coating my hand while I pump my fingers in and out of my juicy cunt, imagine it’s Mr. Parker giving me what I need. “Gonna come on your cock, Joe… come so hard…” My climax gathers around my clit and, between one breath and the next, the pleasure shoots out from my pussy, fills every inch of my body and my muscles spasm and clench, bliss overtaking me. I breathe and whimper as the waves of ecstasy slowly ebb away. On the other end I can hear Mr. Parker breathing hard, too. But I doubt he’s masturbating. “It’s not the same without you, Joe.”

“Oh, baby.” I hear the regret in his tone.

“I can’t wait to be with you. Just us.”

“Soon, baby. I promise.”

I purr. “Okay, will you get out of the rain, now? I don’t want you to get sick.”

“No, not yet. I need to clear my head.”

I narrow my eyes into the darkness. “You’re not jacking off, are you?”

He doesn’t answer.

I’m back at the campus and on my way to English Lit when I run into Brandon Somersby.

“Heya, Jess.” His blond hair is tousled and his cheeks are pink. He’s dressed in a basketball jersey and is carrying a gym bag. “Thought I’d find you here.”

I eye him from head to toe. “I didn’t know you were on the basketball team. What was with all the huffing and puffing when we were hiking.”

His blush deepens and he rubs the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, Coach has been on my ass about cardio, but ball mostly requires sprints, not long distance. Anyway, got a minute?”

“I’m not blowing you off, but I’ve got a class.”

“It won’t take long, promise.”

“Okey dokey, then.”

He leads me away from the main walkway, away from prying eyes, and I see several girls eyeing Brandon. A few wave and call to him by name. Apparently my new friend is quite popular.

I settle on a bench. “So, what’s up?”

“I need a favor.”

“Yeah?”

He takes a deep breath. “My family hosts Thanksgiving each year for our entire family, right? My parents are flying in from Missouri and my aunt is coming from London and it’s gonna be a huge event with all of my relatives.”

I raise a single brow. “And?”

“And I’d like you to come.”

I frown. “To your family Thanksgiving? Don’t you think it’d be a little weird? I don’t even know anyone in your family. Well, except your mom. Plus, my parents do their own Thanksgiving thing.”

An hour ago I’d been on the phone with Mr. Parker and fine-tuned our plan to drop the bomb to my parents as well as his leave and the fact that we’ll be searching for a new apartment. He’s resigning just after Thanksgiving and then we’ll be moving into our own little place.

Brandon grins. “As my girlfriend.”

Now, had I been drinking right then, I woulda spit it all over him. Instead, I just snort. “Excuse me?”

He holds up his hands to keep me from standing. “Just pretend for five whole minutes. You’d still have plenty of time with your family, I swear. The minute we’re done, I'll drive you home. Promise.”

“Uh, and why would I do this?”

Now, the cute fucker is looking smug. “Because you owe me that much.”

“Excuse me?” I don’t owe him shit. His mother?
Maybe…

“Thing about it is…” He flashes me a grin and leans closer. “I’m not as blind as your parents. I know you’ve got a thing going on with your dad’s friend, Joseph Parker. When we went hiking, I don’t think I passed out because I was out of breath. Yeah, I was having a hard time, but I distinctly remember someone grabbing me from behind. I can put two and two together, Jess. Considering your boyfriend is in the military and does ‘super-secret stuff’ I figure it was him that made me pass out. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it at the time.”

I gape, mouth hanging open.

“Pretending to be my girlfriend for five minutes is a small price to pay for my silence, don’t you think?”

I scowl. “Are you blackmailing me? Seriously?”

Brandon twitches his nose. “If you wanna look at it that way. Kinda.”

“You cheeky bastard.”

He runs a hand through his hair. “Five minutes. We go in, I introduce you to everyone, and then I’ll drive you to your parent’s home. We don’t even have to say you’re my girlfriend, we’ll just… give that impression. It’s a simple favor, really.”

My frown deepens. “If it’s just that, why don’t you ask one of your admirers? You seem pretty popular with the ladies and I’m sure they’ll be happy to play along. Or even be your girlfriend in ‘real life’.”

“Thing about it is…”

“You’re gay.” I huff. “All the hot ones are. Just figures.”

“I’m seeing this guy right now and it’s not like I can parade him in front of my parents.”

I shake my head. “Brandon…”

“I’m not out yet. My family doesn’t know and I’m not quite ready to bust down the closet door, you know? I’ll crush them. I’m not ready to drop the bomb.”

Drop the bomb. Suddenly, I can relate to his plight simply because I know what it’s like to keep a secret from parents.

“What if your mom calls mine and my parents find out I’m your ‘girlfriend’? I have plans with Joe.”

He shakes his head. “My mom is still mortified and doesn’t talk to yours any longer.”

I cringe. “Really?”

“Yeah.” He smiles. “Do we have a deal?”

“I guess.”

“Awesome!” He grins from ear to ear. “It’ll be our little secret, Jess.”

Somehow, that sounds eerily familiar.

The End

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