Crossing The Line (A Taboo Love series Book 3) by Andria Large, M.D. Saperstein Page A

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