Crossing The Line (A Taboo Love series Book 3) (12 page)

I lean down and kiss her on the cheek, thanking her for her words of wisdom, in a bit of a daze. And this time, it has nothing to do with the beer I was nursing. There is someone else that I need to have this conversation with.

Chapter Ten

Chance

"I'm coming! Fuck!" I yell as I make my way toward the front door of my studio in nothing but a towel.

The pounding on my door started a couple of minutes ago while I was in the shower. I had shampoo in my hair, so I had to quickly rinse it out and hop out so I could get to the door. I have no idea who the fuck could be pounding on my door at friggin' eleven o'clock at night, but whoever it is, wants in.

I fling open the door angrily. "What?" I snap, and then freeze when I see Parker standing there, his head bowed, one hand stuffed into the front pocket of his jeans.

He slowly raises his head. He stiffens when he sees me. Apparently, he had not been expecting me to be naked, clutching a towel to my waist. My heart flutters wildly. We hadn't exactly parted on good terms earlier and I’m nervous about why he’s standing at my door. I watch as Parker’s eyes rake over my naked upper body before dropping lower, my cock stirring from his dirty perusal. When his eyes come back up to meet mine, they are dark with desire.

I open my mouth to say something, but Parker attacks me instead. He shoots forward, crushing his mouth to mine as he kicks the door shut behind him. I flail, grabbing at Parker for something to hold onto before I fall over. Parker grips the sides of my neck, just under my ears and just ravages my mouth. The towel is suddenly gone, my body still dripping wet. Parker turns us and slams me against the hallway wall before pressing his body against mine and I involuntarily moan.

Parker pulls back long enough to yank his t-shirt over his head, and then he’s back at my mouth, licking and sucking at my lips and tongue. Holy shit, this is so hot. I moan again, when our bare chests meet. Then I gasp when his hand slides down my side, thumb catching my nipple, and comes to a stop on my bare hip where he grips me tight.

"I thought...you were going...to get laid," I mutter between kisses, my hands settling on his hips.

Parker drags his mouth along my jaw and nips at my ear before answering. "I tried," he rasps, sucking on my neck lightly. "I couldn't...perform...you fucking ruined me," he accuses halfheartedly.

His words sink in and the shock has me pushing him back far enough so that I can look at his face. "What do you mean you couldn't ‘perform’?" I ask, brow furrowed.

Parker sighs heavily. "Nothing she did turned me on. I couldn’t even get it up," he admits quietly, not meeting my intense gaze.

“Sounds like you’re stuck between a rock and a hard place.”

“More like a cock…and it’s already hard…and in place,” he answers wryly, quirking an eyebrow.  Then he not so subtly palms his dick.

I stare at him for a moment. Is he saying what I think he’s saying? "So you've changed your mind about my earlier offer?" I ask hoarsely, my stomach flipping excitedly.

Parker licks his lips nervously and meets my eyes. He nods and I lose it. I grab the back of his neck and pull him back into a hungry kiss. I wrap my hands around his hard biceps and turn us so that Parker is now against the wall. I press my naked body against his. He already has a raging hard on. As soon as Parker leers at me with that dark look, I am hard as a rock. Every damn time.

I go to work on his jeans while we continue to kiss. Once he is free of his pants, Parker wraps his arms around me and yanks me close. Our bodies fit together perfectly - in my opinion. Parker groans and tilts his hips forward, causing our cocks to slide against each other’s. My breath catches at the zing of pleasure that tightens my groin. We weren’t face to face on the set. Now I realize that if we had been, we both would have orgasmed for sure.

Parker’s touch is tentative and hesitant, like he still doesn’t really want to do this, but his body is giving him no choice. I brush off the hurt I feel over it. I can’t change the way he feels about being with another man. I can only hope that he will get over it. I snake my hand down in between us and wrap it around both of our cocks, slowly jerking us off together. The pleasure is nothing less than exquisite.

Parker curses loudly and groans as his head falls back against the wall. Fuck! He is so sexy. I take advantage of his exposed neck, licking and sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin.

"Let’s move to the bed," I murmur against his neck before pulling away and taking his hand to lead him to the bed area.

I shove Parker onto the bed then crawl over him. He watches me in silence, his jaw gritted. His nostrils flare from the force of his breaths. His hands clench the sheets next to his hips. I pause on my hands and knees over him.

"You okay?" I ask softly.

He swallows hard and licks his lips again. "I just...don't know how… what to do."

I smile and thread my fingers into his blonde hair. I lean down and kiss him gently. "Just relax, touch me the same way you would touch yourself and just try to enjoy this," I murmur then kiss him again.

He nods even though he still looks unsure. I nuzzle the side of Parker’s face, nudging it to the side so that I can kiss his neck some more. He complies, his eyes slipping closed. He takes a couple of deep breaths and I feel his body relaxing.

I straddle Parker’s hips while I tease his neck. I feel his hands come up, settling lightly on my hips, before skimming up my sides then back down. He then slides one hand around tentatively to touch my cock. I inhale sharply, surprised at what such a little touch from him does to me. I push up so that I am sitting on his thighs, and his eyes widened when I grab his hand and force it to fist my cock. I keep my hand on his to prevent him from pulling away then I slowly start moving both our hands to stroke up and down my shaft. I shudder, my hips jutting forward in time with our strokes.

Parker

I watch wide-eyed as we both jerk him off. I am touching another man. I wait for the panic to set in, but it never comes; instead, curiosity flares. And desire so fierce that I am ready to flip Chance over and take him right now. But we need to go slowly, we need to feel each other out. I need to come to terms with what is happening. Chance looks magnificent above me - his eyes closed, his lips parted, his head thrown back, and his hips thrusting forward into our hands. Fuck, this really has my blood pumping.

I can’t take it anymore, so I push Chance off, following him as we roll. I settle on top of him, my mouth immediately finding his. We both groan and grunt against each other. Hands gripping flesh. I am so turned on that I can barely stand it. I tear my mouth away from Chance’s.

"Condoms?" I rasp.

He points to the bedside table. I have to crawl off him to get to it. I rummage through the drawer until I find the condoms and a bottle of lube. I move back towards Chance, who is slowly stroking himself, and kneel between his legs. I sit back onto my heels and watch him for a moment.

"Are we really doing this?" I whisper.

Chance smirks. "Looks like it to me."

"You know this is going to hurt you, right?" I ask warily.

"Not my first rodeo, cowboy." He nods.

"Are you sure about this?" I ask nervously.

"Are you chickening out on me?" he asks, eyebrow rising in challenge. Fucker.

I clench my jaw. "No," I bite out.

"Then let’s do this before I fucking explode," he breathes, his eyes darkening.

I bite my bottom lip and nod. Yeah, we’re really doing this. I’m about to fuck a man and I’m to the point where I can’t really find it in myself to care. I am so revved up with no other outlet other than to jerk off, and I don’t want to do that. I roll the condom on then lube up.

“Use a lot. Put it on me, too,” Chance says.

I nod and do what he says. I fist myself and move closer to Chance, rubbing my cock against his hole to spread the lube around some more. I glance down at him; he nods and lifts his legs up higher. I didn’t even know that men could have sex in this position; I just assumed that it would have to be from behind. Surprisingly, I like being able to see his face. My heart pounds as I rest a hand on the back of his thigh to hold his leg up. I then position myself and start to push in.

Chance hisses at the invasion. When I look up, his eyes are closed and his jaw is clenched tight. I keep pushing past the tight rim of muscles that are trying to keep me out. I pause when the head of my cock is finally all the way in.

"Chance?" I ask tightly.

He blows out a breath. "What?" he grunts.

"Keep going?" I ask.

"Yeah...fuck. It’s been a long time, I just need to adjust,” he bites out, his eyes squeezed tightly shut.

I push forward, resting my other hand on his elevated thigh. He groans and claws at the sheets. I grit my teeth. I don’t know if he’s in pain or if it’s pleasurable for him. It feels incredible for me, though, hot and extremely tight. I cry out when I’m finally all the way in. I’m trembling from the immense pleasure that I’m feeling. I lean over, placing my hands on the bed next to Chance’s shoulders. His cock lay soft on his belly and his face is flushed.

"Are you okay? Do you need me to stop?" I pant.

"Shut the fuck up and keep going," Chance says through gritted teeth.

I pull back, groaning as I go. I thrust back in a little faster than before. I bite out a curse. I’m not going to last long, it feels too damn good. I drop my head to watch my cock push into Chance.

"Fuuuuuck," I groan low, my breathing coming out in harsh pants.

I lift my eyes to look at Chance, who growled low. His eyes are turned down also, watching our connection. He doesn’t seem to be in pain or anything, so that’s good. I pick up the pace slightly. Chance moans, his hand wrapping around his now semi-hard cock. I drop down, gathering Chance in my arms and kiss him soundly. Chance’s free hand is now in my hair, gripping it tightly. I cry out in ecstasy against his mouth. It feels so good, so fucking good.

Chance pulls my head back by my hair, causing me to let out a strangled cry. "Fuck me harder," he growls against my mouth.

"I'll lose it man, I'm already close," I pant, shaking my head as much as I can with Chance holding my hair.

"So am I, I need more," he groans.

I push up so that I am just on my knees. I grab the back of his knees and hold his legs up. I then start pounding into him. He shouts and speeds up his hand. We both get louder the closer we get to coming. I desperately try to hold back until he comes.

"Come on!" I grit out.

Chance cries out as he comes hard, his whole body bowing off the bed. I curse something nasty as I feel him pulsing around me. I follow, coming harder than I’ve ever come before. I slam into him two more times before shoving in to the hilt and staying there. I close my eyes against the stars I’m seeing. Jesus Christ! I have seriously never come so hard in my life.

I open my eyes and look down at Chance. Is it possible for a man to be beautiful? Because that's the only word that I can use to describe him right now. His eyes are closed, his lips are parted, and his chest is rising and falling frantically as he tries to catch his breath. White ribbons of his come stripe his neck and chest. Something shifts inside my heart. An emotion that I don't even want to acknowledge. A soft, tender emotion that is way too close to the "L" word. Could I really be falling for a man?

I slowly pull out - both of us are groaning - and I collapse on the bed next to Chance. We both just lie there in silence, trying to catch our breaths. I drape my arm over my eyes and put my other hand on my chest. My heart is pounding madly. Holy shit, that was insane.