Over the Threshold (2 page)

Parker helped her gather her things, plucking
a Scoundrels souvenir t-shirt from a pile in the corner and donning
it as they strode toward the rear door. A giant man Becca assumed
was Parker’s driver-slash-bodyguard greeted them at the exit to the
parking lot, hustling them to a long, sleek limousine as a large
crowd started to appear.

Lights began flashing as the car moved,
taking them away from Scoundrels. They were two blocks away when
Becca’s brain finally started working again. “Dammit. I forgot my
purse. My house keys are in it. I need you to take me back.”

Parker rolled his eyes. “We’re going to my
house, Becca. You can get your purse tomorrow. Or maybe the day
after. I intend to keep you pretty busy until then.”

She glanced out the window and blew out a
long breath as his promise caused her stomach—and her pussy—to
clench. Her mind raced over everything that had happened on the
stage. Parker hadn’t played anything according to the loosely
orchestrated fantasy. All he was supposed to do was capture her
with the other men. Have them hold her down as he had his wicked
way with her.

Well, he’d certainly
mastered the
wicked
part. Between his toys, his sensuous touches and his hot
commands, Becca had been putty in his hands. She’d actually come
onstage—in front of God and everybody. And she’d be completely
mortified by that fact if she weren’t so fucking horny and ready
for more of the same right now. It was taking all the strength in
her body not to straddle his hips and move in for round two. He’d
made her hot enough she had no doubt she could go the full ten
rounds tonight.

Unfortunately, Parker had gone far beyond
mere physical capture. He’d used her body—and her heart—against
her, demanding more than a simple orgasm. He wanted a hell of a lot
more. And that’s what was holding her back now.

“Open your legs, Becca.”

She jerked at his request, her gaze finding
his. “What?”

He gave her a crooked grin. “I think it’s
time we take the toys out.”

She closed her eyes, trying to find a way to
batten down the hatches once more. She knew even as she did so, the
action was pointless. She was a goner. Had been since the very
first time Parker walked into Scoundrels looking for work as a
waiter.

Parker ran his finger along her cheek,
waiting until she looked at him again. “Do as I say.”

While he was an easygoing, fun-loving friend,
it appeared those characteristics disappeared at the bedroom
door.

“Fine.” She was secretly pleased at the
strength of her voice. Inside, she was a quivering jar of goo. She
twisted on the seat until she faced him completely, then he tugged
her thong off. She started to part her thighs, but Parker didn’t
seem inclined to wait as he moved them apart with strong hands on
her knees. He looked at her pussy like a ravenous wolf finding food
for the first time after a long winter. It was then she remembered
that while she’d had her orgasm onstage, her lover hadn’t.

Her gaze drifted to his pants, to the obvious
erection still straining through the denim. “Looks painful,” she
teased.

Parker chuckled. “You have no idea.”

The conversation ended there as Parker ran
his fingers along her opening. “Still wet, Bec?”

She bit her lip. “You made a promise
backstage before the show. I think it included your bedroom and an
entire night of sex.”

Parker groaned. “I don’t think we’re going to
make it to the bedroom right away.” He dipped one, then two fingers
inside her pussy, the light touches instantly sending sparks of
electricity along her spine.

He pressed the vibrator against her g-spot
until she saw stars. She lifted her hips, trying to seek more
stimulation, but Parker ended the game too soon as he tugged the
vibrator out.

“Come inside me,” she urged. In the dressing
room, he’d given her only a brief taste of what it meant to be
filled by him. It left her starving for more. A beggar at the
feast.

Parker dragged his fingers lower, gently
stroking the sensitive skin around her anus. “The plug.”

“Leave it in.”

Parker’s eyes went black with desire at her
request. “Bec.”

She crooked her finger at him. Parker wasn’t
the only one with a dominant streak when it came to bedroom games.
If he expected a weak miss, he was destined for disappointment. “Do
it.”

His gaze narrowed, not with anger, but sheer
hunger. He quickly shed his jeans and shoes, not bothering to
remove the Scoundrels souvenir t-shirt he’d hastily donned before
their escape from the fans. He leaned over her, his cock brushing
against her opening.

Both of them were breathing heavily, ready.
She’d been anticipating this moment since she’d found him sitting
in the dark in the dressing room. Hell, who was she kidding? She’d
wanted Parker in her bed and her body for four long years. At last,
the wait was over.

Or so she thought.

Chapter Two

Parker ran his cock along Becca’s wet slit.
It would be so easy to simply thrust inside, to take her hard and
fast. God knew that’s what every part of his body was rooting for.
His balls were full to bursting, his cock aching from what had to
be the longest erection in history. He’d been sporting this one for
close to ninety minutes with only brief moments of stimulation and
not a drop of damn relief.

While he’d jacked off in the dressing room
before the show, painting her pretty stomach with his come, that
burst of pleasure was long since forgotten, a faded memory.

Becca noticed his hesitance. “Parker, hurry
up.”

He loved the way she looked right now—her
cheeks flushed, her nipples poking through the lingerie she’d worn
onstage. Though he’d thrown a coat over her costume during their
escape from the club, it lay open, sliding off her shoulders. Her
hair was free from her typical ponytail, hanging loose and lying in
waves on the leather seat. The rise and fall of her chest told him
just how much she wanted him. She looked mussed up, well sexed and
ready for more. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever
seen.

Most alluring, however, was the way she
looked at him. Invited him to take her with come-hither eyes. It
was heady, wonderful. For years he’d dreamed of this moment. Of the
time when he would have a willing Becca lying beneath him, her arms
and legs open in invitation.

He reached down and pressed his cock more
firmly to her clit.

Becca groaned, then hissed. “Yes.”

“I want everything, Becca. This isn’t going
to be a quick tumble in the back of a limo. You understand that,
right?”

She studied his face for only a moment, then
nodded slowly. Her hesitance was still there, though she didn’t
continue to deny him.

Progress.

“Maybe it’s time I give you a taste of what I
mean.” He moved away from her on the seat until he was able to lean
down, his lips level with her cunt. Becca gasped when he ran his
tongue along her opening.

“Oh my God.” Her fingers tangled in his hair,
holding him there, desperate to prevent his escape. He nearly
chuckled at her anxiousness. She wanted to be fucked roughly—it was
written on every curve of her lush, writhing body.

He dipped his tongue inside her sweet pussy,
enjoying the taste of her arousal, the breathless wonder of her
whispered praise as he used it to push her closer to the threshold.
Becca’s fingers tightened each time he hit a hot spot, providing
his very own navigational guide. Within moments, he’d learned where
to touch her and how much pressure to apply. When he sensed she was
close, he decided to seal the deal.

Reaching up, he caressed her clit with his
thumb, slowly building his speed. Becca alternated between cries
for more and swearing it was too much to take, but he didn’t
release his hold or halt the pace. She jerked once, twice, then she
was there. It was only when he felt her orgasm start to wane that
he began to back away, ease up, give her a moment of respite.

She shuddered, her eyes drifting closed. Her
bliss-induced coma gave him a few minutes to study her face. She’d
put up one hell of a fight these past few years, but goddamn if she
wasn’t worth it. There’d never been a woman like her in his life—a
true contradiction in attributes.

Sometimes she was cynicism and sarcasm
personified. They would go head to head, arguing about politics,
religion or sporting events. One night they’d gone back and forth
for nearly an hour, hotly debating why she thought the wrong film
had won the Academy Award, while he felt the movie’s nod was
justified. Becca was intelligent and insightful and he enjoyed
their banter.

Other times she was sweet,
caring, generous almost to a fault. She’d never forgotten his
birthday or Christmas. On the premiere night of his very first
movie, she’d sent him an autographed picture of Jimmy Stewart she’d
probably paid a fortune for. Becca had remembered how much he
loved
It’s a Wonderful Life
and she’d found the perfect gift for the occasion.
He treasured the card she’d included in the package even more. He’d
hung it on the mirror in his bedroom and read it every morning. It
simply said,
Remember no man is a failure
who has friends. You’re an amazing actor, but you’re an even better
friend. Love you, Bec.

Becca’s eyelids lifted, her gaze finding him
staring. She stretched, then tilted her head curiously. “What are
you looking at?”

“You. I love you, Bec. I always have.”

She smiled softly, then rolled her eyes in a
way that could only be described as adorable. “Yeah, well, I love
you too. God help me.”

Parker leaned forward, intending to give her
a quick kiss. However, the second his lips touched hers, he found
it impossible to keep the buss brief. Her arms wrapped around his
neck, her fingers stroking his back. Soon she was gripping the
cotton of his t-shirt, tugging the material up.

“I want to see you. Touch you,” she whispered
against his lips.

He pulled the shirt off and resumed kissing
her as she explored his chest and his back leisurely. A sense of
calm washed over him—and it seemed Becca felt it too. They’d turned
a corner on the stage at Scoundrels, come to grips with what their
futures held. Now they were ready to enjoy it, bask in it.

Becca broke the kiss first. “Sit up.”

He reclaimed his spot on the leather seat as
she followed. She shrugged off the coat, then drew the sexy teddy
over her head as well. Parker’s mouth went dry. He’d only seen her
completely naked—very briefly—while they were in the dressing room.
Then, like now, the lighting had been too dim for him to fully
enjoy the view. He’d take care of that when they got home. He’d
turn on every damn light in his house. Hell, he might even light a
few dozen candles.

Regardless of the muted illumination, he saw
enough to know he’d never get tired of this sight. Becca knelt
before the seat, pushing his legs apart and tucking herself
between.

“Fuck,” he muttered, when she reached for his
cock. As she took his mushroom head between her lips, he closed his
eyes and prayed for restraint. Given his current condition, there
was no way he was going to be able to endure this beautiful torment
for long.

He gripped her hair, tugging on the long,
dark strands roughly. Becca groaned against his flesh, the sound
adding another layer of heavenly sensation to the blowjob she was
currently gifting him with. She gripped the root of his cock
tightly, applying just the right amount of pressure as she took him
deeper. After only a handful of thrusts, he felt his dick brush the
back of her throat. Then she withdrew, holding only the head in her
wet, hot mouth. Her teeth teased and nipped at the tip. Parker
gritted his teeth, his jaw locked as he fought not to erupt then
and there.

Every single thing she did drove him closer
to the point of no return. Sadly, he couldn’t—wouldn’t—go there.
Not this time. If he gave in to the climax hovering at the edge of
his consciousness, he wouldn’t be able to fuck her. And there was
no way in hell he was denying himself that heaven.

Becca picked up her pace, taking his cock
deeper, varying the depth, the pressure. Parker’s chest
constricted, his body demanding its due. He’d waited so long for
this.

Then, he took a deep breath and pushed her
away, her lips leaving his dick with a soft pop.

“Parker,” she started to protest.

He shook his head, reaching under her arms to
lift her to his lap. “Later, Bec. I swear to God I’m going to fuck
your mouth, watch you drink every drop of come down that sweet
throat of yours, but not this time. I want everything,
remember?”

He’d warned her, promised to show her exactly
what he sought from her.

Becca nodded and whispered, “Everything.”

He spread her legs wider, urging her to
straddle his thighs until his cock rested against the valley there,
the underside grazing her clit.

“I need you so much, Parker.” Her anguished
plea matched his own throbbing desire.

Reaching around her waist, Parker ran his
hands over the firm globes of her ass, dragging his fingers lower
until he found her anus, his toy still lodged deep within. He
pressed on it as Becca groaned.

“God. That feels really good. I didn’t
realize…” Her words drifted away on a breathless sigh as he wiggled
the plug again.

“I can’t wait to take you there.”

She rested her forehead against his and he
watched her struggle to catch her bearings, to catch up. He
understood the feeling. The night had been a whirlwind of perfect
chaos.

She released a long breath. “Ready?”

He nodded and started to reach for his jeans.
“Condom.”