The Anchor (8 page)

“Leave the heels,” Parker ordered, stopping me.

I nodded once in compliance and found the hem of my dress. As I began pulling it up my body, he added, “Slower.”

His voice was low and deep and I trembled slightly. I’d been in front of countless people judging me in pageants. I’d worn bikinis and gowns and not once had I ever felt nervous about the eyes that were upon me. But with Parker, I was nervous. The way he was staring at me—so calm and stoic—I wondered if he thought I wasn’t sexy.

Slowly, I pulled my cotton dress up and over my head. My blond hair cascaded over my shoulders and down my back as I tossed the garment aside and met Parker’s gaze. With my hands on my hips, I worked hard to match his expression; fearless and unreadable. But inside I was a nervous wreck.

The white, lacy panties and bra I was wearing were very fitting for the virgin that I was. Parker’s dark stare moved slowly down my body, and then back up again. “Now the bra,” he said calmly.

My heart hammered, my chest pounding like a drum. He was so fucking calm. How was that possible? Most men I’d fooled around with almost creamed their pants when they saw me this naked. I’d always liked it, to some degree. It made me feel like I had the upper hand; like I owned them. Shaking my head slightly so my long hair would brush off my shoulders, I turned my back to him as I undid my bra. Holding it between two fingers, I stretched my arm out and let it fall to the floor. Before turning to face Parker again, I peeked over my shoulder. He was still Mr. Calm and Unreadable.

Biting my lower lip, I made it my goal to undo him, to demolish his walls. As I spun around slowly, I ran my hands down the curves of my sides and back up again. I got nothing. I stood mostly naked, in heels, in front of the sexiest yet most frustrating man I had ever met. I mean, come on. I was naked and I got . . . nothing? I knew I was not grotesque, I’m a pretty girl, but even I needed a little reassurance every now and then; especially when I was about to lose my virginity. Not that he knew that.

I was done. Smiling coyly at him, I gently rubbed over my breast and down my belly. My hand skillfully slipped beneath the lace of my panties and I moaned as I touched my warm, wet flesh. My head fell back as my fingers moved over my clit. When I raised my head again, Parker still hadn’t moved.

“Does that feel good, Nicole?” he asked.

“Yes,” I breathed as I continued pleasuring myself. I was so worked up, two days of dirty talk and foreplay had wound me up.

Standing, he approached me slowly, his dark gaze glued to the hand between my legs. When he moved behind me I almost collapsed when I felt the warm skin of his chest and stomach against my back. I couldn’t fight the tremor that vibrated through me. They say the brain sends messages through nerves in our body almost instantly, controlling our movements. But my brain had shut down and my body was acting on its own volition. His breath brushed over my shoulder as his hand slid around me and found my hand between my legs. He pressed his hand on top of mine, my panties separating them. Then he joined in my motions with me, and my body ignited as he bit the flesh of my neck. I moaned. It hurt, but for some reason my body pushed back against him, begging for more. His other hand slid up my back and collected my hair in a fist. He gently, but forcefully, pulled my head to the side and began biting and kissing my neck and left shoulder. My legs grew weak as my orgasm built and his hand left mine, wrapping around me to hold me up.

“Does it feel good to touch yourself, Nicole?” he purred in my ear before biting the lobe.

“Yes,” I whimpered as he dropped my hair and used that hand to grope my breast, his fingers finding my hardened nipple and pinching softly.

“Are you going to make yourself come?” he questioned, gently rubbing his thumb over my nipple.

“Yes,” I breathed.

Immediately, he dropped his hands from my body. In a flash, he had me pinned against the door. Still recovering from our heated moment, I didn’t know what was happening until he was on his knees, my right leg over his shoulder. He held me up with a strong, wide palm to the stomach as his other hand powerfully gripped my thigh, my back against the door as he licked and sucked and bit my aching core.

I wondered where my panties went. They were on me a second ago! My head thumped back against the door as Parker’s wicked tongue worked me over. My back arched, my body begging for more of him. His hands left their previous bruising positions and gripped my ass, squeezing hard as I cried out in pleasure. As my high ebbed slightly, he slid my leg down gently and stood, his face and mouth glistening with the evidence of my arousal. Leaning in, his mouth met mine, my own wetness smearing across my lips and face, the tanginess of myself hitting my tongue. I wanted to be disgusted or grossed out, but I wasn’t. My arms wrapped around his neck as I kissed him harder. I gently bit his tongue as it swept inside my mouth, earning me a deep groan from Parker. Stepping back from me, he unbuttoned his pants and slid them off with his boxers. My eyes widened when I saw his erection. He was huge. Yes, I was a virgin, but I’d seen a few cocks. A few guys that I sort of became serious with got blow jobs, but that was it.

Putting his hands on his hips, he stared at me as I remained glued to the door. “On your knees,” he said, a little breathless. My brows furrowed. He was ordering me to suck his dick? “I said, on your knees, princess.”

My face heated. Why did he keep calling me princess? Was he challenging me? I pulled back my shoulders and smiled. I would meet his challenge. Anything he could throw at me, I could take, right? That’s what I had promised and that’s what I intended to do. Slowly, I bent to the floor and began crawling to him. His nostrils flared and his eyes darkened as he watched me slither across the floor. When I reached him, I kissed up his legs until I reached his cock. Taking it in my hand, he hissed softly, and his head fell back as I stroked it slowly.

When his eyes met mine again, he growled, “I want your mouth on my dick, now, princess.” I didn’t hesitate. I took all of him until his engorged tip hit the back of my throat. He moaned roughly as one hand gently fisted my hair. I hummed loudly as I took him in and out, keeping a steady rhythm.

“Fuck,” he breathed. I looked up to find him staring at me; a burning heat in his gaze. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he gritted. “Sucking my cock . . . fuck, Nicole. Beautiful. ”

I moved faster at the mention of my name. It set me on fire, burned through me and drove me insane. I was nothing but a blaze of desire. As new and scary as this had been, I was realizing I liked it. I enjoyed that by doing what he demanded, I could undo him. I liked that in some backwards way, I had that kind of control over him. And in some inexplicable way, I liked that he had control over me; that something about him made me willing to do anything he said.

“Stop,” he ordered, and I took him in and out twice more before I let him slide out of my mouth with a moist pop. He stroked one finger down my cheek before moving to his nightstand. He returned seconds later, tearing open a condom with his teeth. My eyes instantly widened. This was happening. A part of me wanted to tell him that I was a virgin, but I knew if I did, it would make me sound scared, and he’d hold back. I didn’t want that. I wanted him to take me roughly and hard, not like a damn princess.

Once he had the condom on, he came down to his knees behind me.
Oh.
We were going to do it on the floor. Definitely not like I had envisioned my first time. He pushed me forward slightly so that I had to land on my hands. Oh, God. Doggy style? Shit. Could I handle that my first time?

I knew I should have told him and he’d slow down, and take it easy on me. Or maybe be gentler. But my biggest fear was he’d back off completely. Maybe my virginity would scare him away. Clenching my teeth, I jutted my ass out. I could do this. I
wanted
to do this.

Fuck me.

She wasn’t as much of a princess as I thought after all. Staring at her on all fours, her ass stuck out, inviting me to thrust inside her . . . fuck. I was a man of control in the bedroom. I liked calling the shots . . . I enjoyed appearing impassive. But Nikki was fucking that all up. She was confident and met me head-on. But even with her assurance, I knew she was nervous. And as I stared at her beautiful and perfect ass, I realized I really liked this girl. I realized I wanted to have this with her more than once if I could. Maybe fucking her doggy style our first time wouldn’t be my wisest choice.

“Get on your back, Nicole,” I ordered her. I needed to make a connection with her. I needed her to see that although I liked things a certain way in the bedroom, I wanted her . . . not just a piece of ass. She hesitated a moment, then gently dropped to the floor and rolled over. Her breasts were fucking perfect. They were large, real, and sat round and high on her chest. Her body was thin and toned, her legs . . . fuck me six ways to Sunday, her goddamned legs were my kryptonite.

As I positioned myself over her, she swallowed hard. I wondered if maybe this was all an act. Was she just pretending to be
this
into it? “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” I told her. I’d told her once we started this, there was no going back. And I’d meant it. I knew it would’ve been hard as hell to let her get up and get dressed, especially after I’d tasted her, but I would’ve done it. The last thing I wanted was for her to regret it.

My body hovered over hers, the head of my cock at her entrance, waiting for the okay. She was wet, ready for me. I could feel her heat. “I want this,” she said as she bucked her hips up slightly. “Please.”

Leaning down, resting my weight on my forearms on either side of her, I kissed her as I slid inside. Her body tensed and my mouth swallowed the groan she released. I groaned myself as my vision blurred momentarily. She was so fucking tight. Her nails clawed at my back as she clenched around me.

I moved again a few more times and she whimpered, her perfect mouth slightly parted, her eyes closed. When I kissed her again, she drew up and met my lips with more urgency, determination and desire in her eyes, and seemed to let go of the inhibitions I saw before. Her mouth pressed to mine as her hands pulled at me, begging me for more. I thrust faster, and she mewed as I pulled her legs on my shoulders and leaned forward as I pumped in and out of her, getting as deep as I could.

I slowed my rhythm, knowing I’d finish way too soon if I didn’t. Besides, watching her . . . feeling her, was too fucking good. I wanted it to last forever.

“Parker,” she moaned and I felt the buildup barreling down my spine. I was close. “Parker,” she cried out again, and I exploded, my orgasm pumping out of me as she whimpered. Letting her legs fall to the sides, I lay on top of her and kissed her neck and chin softly. When I met her gaze, she almost looked misty-eyed. Shit. Was she crying?

“Did I hurt you?” I asked, somewhat panicked.

She snorted and chuckled slightly. What the hell did I say that was funny? “No,” she answered and smiled softly, her eyes still heavy with emotion. “You didn’t hurt me.”

I remained inside of her as I kissed her softly. Her hands ran up and down my back as we lay on the floor. “I better toss this condom,” I told her as I sat up. When I stood, she lay on the floor, her blond hair fanned out, and her perfect body naked and open.

Fuck me.

Sighing, I headed for the bathroom. Flipping on the light, I went to the toilet to remove the condom and flush it, but froze. There was blood on the condom. My brows furrowed in confusion. I went back to the doorway and found her still lying on the floor. From where I stood, I could see what looked like a little blood on the back of her thigh.

“Are you maybe on your period or something?” I asked stupidly.

She quickly sat up and pushed up to her feet. Her eyes darted anywhere but at me. “No,” she said simply.

“Are you sure?” Again, I’m an idiot. “There’s blood on the condom and you’ve got some on you, too. It’s okay if you are,” I quickly added. I definitely didn’t want to embarrass her. I get some guys are grossed out by it and I can’t deny I wouldn’t want to bag some random girl while she was on the rag, but Nikki wasn’t a random girl. I knew that.