Crossing The Line (A Taboo Love series Book 3) (10 page)

Parker tears his mouth away, panting frantically, our chests heaving against each other’s. Our arms have somehow tangled around each other, and our groins are pressed tightly together. I can feel all of Parker’s impressive length right alongside of my own. His head drops back on his shoulders, his eyes closed and mouth parted, as he tries to catch his breath. I wonder what he’s thinking, but I don’t want to press him. He hasn’t moved away yet, so that’s a good sign. Right?

After a minute or so, Parker still hasn’t moved. His breathing has slowed, but his head is still back and his eyes are still closed. I lean in and start kissing his neck. His breathing hitches and his hands tighten on the back of my T-shirt, where they were earlier while we were kissing. I squeeze his hip.

"Let me make you feel good," I whisper against Parker’s neck before licking a line up to his ear.

He shudders as his breath hisses out. He doesn’t reply, so I take it as a green light. I let my fingers drift along the waistband of his jeans until I get to the button and zipper. I pop the button and slide the zipper down slowly, making sure not to abrade his swelling dick. He tenses and I brace myself for a blow. I wait, watching as Parker brings his head up and looks at me, his expression confused and wary.

He opens his mouth to say something, but I cut him off. "Don't...just...let me touch you. If it is really that fucking horrible then I swear I'll stop."

Parker swallows hard and nods, his eyes fluttering shut. I bite back a smile. He’s really trying to be brave. I plan to reward him for that.

I push his jeans down his thighs, making his erection spring free. Apparently, the guy goes commando. I slide my hand down the underside of Parker’s large cock to cup his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze and tug. He chokes back a moan. I can tell that he didn't mean to do it, but it came out anyway. I move back up to wrap my hand around the smooth shaft. I start pumping my fist up and down at a leisurely pace to let Parker get used to it. I wonder if he is imagining that it’s a woman doing this to him?

I look down to watch myself as I jerk off a guy for the first time ever. Yes, I have had sex with a man before, but never by choice, and never anything beyond being bent over.  I lick my lips, I’m definitely having an urge to drop to my knees and take Parker into my mouth. I wonder if Parker would let me? His shirt keeps getting in the way, so I tug on it signaling him to take it off.  He grabs it by the collar and drags it over his head while I go back to jerking him off. I look over his muscled frame and feel my cock harden even more, if that’s even possible. The man is ripped. He has a light dusting of blonde hair on his defined chest and a line that runs down the middle of his cut abs to his groin where he keeps it short and trim.

I can’t fight the urge anymore. My dick is aching and I need to taste him. Never having sucked a man off before, I just do what I know I like. I drop down to my knees and take Parker’s cock into my mouth before he can protest. Parker bites out an "Oh Fuuuuuck" as his hands slam down on the counter to hold himself up on his suddenly shaky legs. I moan around the cock filling my mouth, which in turn makes Parker let out a high-pitched whimper. I grip his bare hips as I suck him off. My own cock is throbbing so hard in my jeans that I have to reach down and free myself.

I jerk myself off with one hand while the other stays on Parker’s hip. I roll my eyes up to see how he’s doing and get the shock of my life. He’s watching, his lips parted, his eyes wide. I keep my eyes on him, loving the fact that he is actually watching and not pretending that I’m someone else. I have no idea if I’m doing this right or if it’s feeling good or not. Only one way to find out.

I pull back just enough that his cock pops out of my mouth. "Feel good?" I pant, looking up at Parker.

He just nods and tilts his hips forward, obviously wanting me to continue. I smile and flick my tongue over the tip of his cock. He moans, his eyes sliding closed. I then take him back into my mouth, loving the taste, the feel, and his reaction. I’m still shocked that I haven’t been punched in the face yet.

Parker

I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing, but Chance’s mouth on me is turning my brain to mush. I think that I should be fighting more, but I just can’t bring myself to care. How the hell did I end up with a guy sucking my dick in my kitchen? Chance’s tongue swirls around the tip of my cock, making me lose all train of thought.

I can feel the beginnings of my orgasm take root. My balls tighten and the base of my spine tingles. I groan, my hips thrusting forward of their own accord. Chance hums his approval, his free hand now wrapped around the shaft of my cock, stroking while he sucks. He’s also jerking himself off. Apparently, Chance can multitask.

I grip the edge of the counter, my whole body trembling. Jesus, this is the best head that I’ve ever gotten. I shove my hand into Chance’s short hair and try to grip it. I drop my gaze to watch my dick slide between his full lips. Holy shit, that’s hot. Chance’s normally brown eyes - which now look black - are rolled up, watching me in return.

My breaths are coming in short pants and I am seriously on the verge of exploding. "Chance, I'm close,” I rasp, not recognizing my own voice.

Chance hums his approval, speeds up, and sucks harder. I realize after a moment that he’s not going to pull away. I let out a strangled cry, still watching Chance as I come hard, my whole body jerking. A swipe of Chance’s tongue along the underside of the tip of my cock nearly brings me to my knees. Chance then moans loud, his mouth still around me as he finds his own release.

He finally releases me. I bend over to place my forehead on my forearms on the counter. What the fuck just happened? No...HOW had I let that happen? I just let Chance give me a blowjob! What the hell is wrong with me? I was just so turned on and in need of release that it hadn't mattered at the moment whose hands and mouth were on me.

Chance gives my leg a pat and a little push to the side. I shift to let him get up, but keep my head down on my arms. I roll my head to look over at Chance, who has gotten to his feet. He goes over to the sink - pants still open, cock hanging out - and washes his hands. He stuffs his semi-hard cock back into his jeans and zips up, then turns to look over at me, a small smile playing across his lips. He leans his ass back against the counter in front of the sink and crosses his arms over his chest.

"You taste good," he murmurs, his smile changing into a naughty smirk.

I suck in a sharp breath as I straighten. My eyes widen for a second on the man who just sucked me dry. His words send shivers down my spine. I realize that I’m standing there with my jeans around my knees when I see Chance’s eyes wandering down my body. He chuckles when I hastily yank my jeans back up and tuck myself away.

Chance then grabs a paper towel and cleans up the mess he made on the floor. I can do nothing but watch him. I don't know what to say. Anything that comes to mind just sounds stupid. So I just stand there like an idiot instead. Chance tosses the paper towel in the trash before coming to stand in front of me. He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me down for a slow languid kiss. I begin to push him away as I’m caught off guard and slightly put off by the thought of tasting myself on him.  But to my surprise, I like it. I want it.  I pull him closer as some of the awkwardness that I’ve been feeling begins to melt away.

Moments later, he pulls away slowly, laying a couple of lighter pecks on my lips before pulling completely away. We stare at each other for a moment. Something passes between us. Something that I don’t want to even acknowledge any time soon.

I clear my throat. "It's uh...it's late."

Chance raises an amused eyebrow. "Yeah, and I don't have a car. You gonna drive me home?"

I frown. I forgot about that. "I have a guest room, you can crash here if you want," I say.

Chance nods. "Sounds good."

I take him upstairs and show him the room he'll be staying in, which is at the opposite end of the hallway from my room. I need space. I need Chance as far away as possible. I need to think. I need to go over what just happened and figure out what the hell it means. I leave Chance at the door of the guest room and hurry down the hall to my room, where I stumble through the door, quickly turning to shut it. I lean my forehead against the door and try to keep myself from hyperventilating.

I just let a guy, a guy I’ve known for ten years, a guy that I don’t even like, suck me off. Does that make me gay? I’m so confused. I move away from the door and go over to the windows. I press my hands against the cool glass and hang my head. That was the best blowjob of my life. No woman that I’ve ever been with could even compare to what Chance has just done.

I shiver slightly, close my eyes, and take a deep breath. What worries me the most is that I want more. I want Chance to go down on me again. I want to kiss him again. I push away from the windows and pull the sheer white curtains across them. Stripping as I walk, I climb into my large bed, naked. I roll onto my stomach, pull the covers up to my waist, and shove my head under my pillows. It takes a little while, but I finally fall asleep.

Chapter Seven

Chance

I wake up to the sun in my face. I groan and throw my arm over my eyes. I slept pretty well; the bed is super comfortable. Cracking an eye, I look over at the clock on the nightstand. 7:00 am. Damn, we have to get up or we’re going to be late. I throw the covers off and take a quick shower in the bathroom that is attached to the bedroom I slept in. I dress in my clothes from yesterday, not really caring because I’m going to change at the set anyway. I brush my fingers through my still wet hair and head out of the room to go wake Parker up.

I stop outside of the door I saw Parker go into last night. I knock softly before I open it. "Parker?" I call softly.

I walk in a little farther, passing through a cozy little sitting area. My eyes are drawn first to the sheer curtains covering large floor to ceiling windows. I glance to the left. The sight I’m met with has my cock hard in two-seconds. Parker is sprawled out on a giant California king bed covered in navy blue satin sheets. He’s on his back, completely nude, both arms tossed above his head. One leg pulled up slightly and his morning wood laying heavy on his stomach, reaching to just under his navel. I swipe a hand over my mouth because I swear I’m drooling. Damn, the man is seriously stunning.

It takes everything that I have to not crawl up onto the bed and take him into my mouth again. Instead, I shove my hands into my pockets and step up to the end of the bed.

"Hey, Parker?" I call a little louder.

Parker pulls in a sharp breath and lifts his head. He blinks sleepily at me, trying to focus on me. "Huh?" he grunts as he brings his arms down.

"We gotta get going soon," I say, unable to rip my eyes away from the gorgeous man in front of me.

Parker groans and flops his head back down. He shifts slightly and stretches his long lean body. Once he relaxes, he uses one hand to rub down the underside of his erection before he tugs lightly on his balls when he reaches them. His hips tilt forward and a small moan leaves his parted lips.

I shift on my feet, wanting to pounce on the man. "Listen, dude, if you don't want me in bed with you, I suggest you get up," I say, my voice gone hoarse.

Parker’s hand freezes and his head comes back up. He looks at me, his eyes clearer than they were a couple of seconds ago. He then shoots up into a sitting position and rubs his face hard. He drops his hands to look at me again, like to make sure that I’m really here.

"Shit," he mutters, dropping his head back into his hands.

I swallow hard. "Want me to take care of that for you?" I ask, hoping and praying that Parker says yes because I so want to put my mouth on him again.

Parker’s head shoots up again, his eyes wide, his mouth working but nothing comes out. I can see the desire in his eyes, but his uncertainty and confusion are much more prominent. His mouth snaps shut, a defeated look in his eyes. He swallows hard and nods. My heart leaps up in my throat. I can’t stop the smile that curls my lips.

I crawl up onto the end of the bed and over to Parker. I plant a kiss on his lips then place a hand on his chest and push, sending him back down to the mattress. I then start by kissing his neck. I slowly kiss my way down Parker’s sexy body to settle on my stomach between his spread legs. Parker is already breathing heavy, but I’m not sure if it’s from desire or nervousness.

I decide to tease Parker a little, just to get him to relax some. He is very tense. So I lick and nip at his hips and run my palm up the underside of his cock. He moans and squirms under my ministrations. I’m shocked when Parker’s fingers thread through my now longer dark hair. It also sends a shot of desire zinging through me like electricity. Maybe I won’t get my usual buzz next time, loving how it feels. I’m done teasing.

Parker

I cry out when Chance wraps his mouth around my cock and sucks me in deep. My fingers tighten in his hair and my hips roll forward, seeming to have a mind of their own. I’m in a fog. The pleasure is so overwhelming that nothing else matters. It doesn’t matter whose mouth it is as long as it keeps sucking me into oblivion. I dig my head back into my pillow and cry out when Chance swirls his tongue around the head of my cock. Chance groans in response.

"Fuck!" I grit out, my hands leaving Chance’s hair to shove into my own.

One of Chance’s hands grips my hip while the other wraps around the base of my dick. He continues to suck and lick. His hand starts to pump up and down my shaft. I’m moaning constantly and my hips thrust forward again on their own accord. I’ve never felt pleasure like this - pure ecstasy. I feel my orgasm building, making my breathing come out in harsh pants.

"Chance...shit...I'm gonna..." I breathe, shoving my fingers into his hair again.

I come with a strangled cry into his mouth, lying limp on the bed. I don’t know when my hands had fallen away from Chance’s head, but they have. He releases me and starts kissing his way back up my body. I just lie there and let him, physically unable to do anything other than try and catch my breath. As he gets to my neck, he places a couple of kisses there before moving over my jaw to kiss my mouth.

"You know… when you come, you are seriously the sexiest thing that I've ever seen," Chance murmurs before kissing me softly on the lips.

I just grunt in reply. I can’t form words just yet.

"You better get up, we gotta go," he says and starts to climb off the bed.

I grab his wrist, stopping him. He pauses, one foot on the floor, looking back at me. I roll my head to the side to look at him. "I...I feel bad. I feel like I should return the favor," I say quietly, barely able to meet his eyes.

He smirks and gives my wrist a squeeze. "It's fine. You’re not ready for that yet, so don't worry about it."

"You sure?" I ask warily.

Chance nods. "Positive."

I nod and reluctantly let him go. Chance heads for the door, sending a wink my way before walking out and shutting the door behind him. My heart flops over in my chest. What the hell is it about this guy all of a sudden that has my stomach in knots? I can’t think about it right now.

I get up, take a quick shower, and get dressed, pulling on a pair of worn jeans and a white V-neck t-shirt. I shove my feet into a pair of flip flops and rake my hand through my still damp hair as I head out of my bedroom to go find Chance so that we can get outta here and head to the set.

I find him in the kitchen, talking to Maribel - my maid - in Spanish.
I had no idea that he speaks Spanish. Damn, that’s sexy! 
He’s leaning on his forearms on the counter, smiling easily at her where she stands on the other side. He is acting flirty, touching her hand where it rests on the counter between them and winking at her occasionally. Maribel is an older woman, maybe in her sixties, but she’s blushing like a teenager and giving Chance a shy smile. I’m shocked when I feel a twinge of jealousy. I wonder briefly if she heard Chance sucking my cock earlier, but then file it away.  There’s no way she would be flirting with him if she had.

I clear my throat and walk farther into the kitchen. Maribel jumps back, her head whipping around to look at me, her eyes wide. She mutters an apology in her broken English and hurries out of the kitchen. Chance gives me an annoyed look.

"What? I didn't say anything," I complain.

"You didn't have to, your disapproval was obvious," he says, rolling his eyes as he pushes off the counter.

"I didn't know that you speak Spanish," I mutter as I lead the way to the garage.

Chance follows, shoving his hands in his front pockets. "My great-grandmother is from Spain."

I glance over my shoulder with a raised eyebrow. "Really?" I say in surprise.

"No, not really" he answers snidely.

I stop walking to eyeball him. “Don’t be a dick,” I spit out.

He mustn’t have realized that I stopped walking because he practically skids to a halt, almost knocking into me.

He steps into my personal space, meeting me square in the eye. Then he has the balls to poke me in the shoulder, spewing the greatest line I’ve ever heard. “I’m Moby motherfucking Dick, asshole, and you’re swimming in my waters.”

I just stare at him in shock. And awe. Shock and awe. If it were anyone else, I’d punch the fucker in the face. Instead, I lean my head back and let out the loudest, deepest bark of a laugh.  Damn, I needed that. Chance is still inches away, so I lean in to kiss him quickly, chastely.  I must have caught him off guard because he didn’t even have time to kiss me back.  I shoulder past him and start walking toward my car again, but he seems frozen in place. Oh yeah, I just shocked him the fuck back.

I smile to myself as I hit the key fob to unlock my car. “What’s the matter Moby, Ahab stuck in your blowhole?”

Chance doesn’t say another word. He just stares me down - eyes squinted, trying to figure out my angle.  Seconds later, he shakes his head and proceeds toward my car.  As he folds his sexy ass in, I notice his lips quirked up at the sides, trying to hold back a smile.

We remain mostly quiet as I drive to the set. Once there, we go to our separate trailers to get our hair and make-up done. I replay what happened this morning in my head, trying to figure out how I feel about it. Aroused, obviously. I definitely want it to happen some more. I don't necessarily want to do the same to Chance, but I feel like I should do something because it isn’t fair just to take and not give. But can I touch him like that? Can I put my mouth on him? I stifle a shudder, I don't think so. Kissing Chance is one thing, but sucking his dick? I don’t think that is ever going to happen.