Vintage Volume One by Lisa Suzanne Page A

the ink that wrapped around my side before he continued his way down my body.
    He moaned as he kissed my stomach, lowering himself to the top of my jeans. He unfastened the button and yanked down the zipper, and then he reached around me and pulled my jeans down with my panties, pushing them to my ankles. I was still wearing my shoes, I realized absently.
    He was eye-level with my thighs, and he looked up at my face, his eyes meeting mine. He pressed my knees open wider so my pink flesh was exposed to him.
    The danger he held in his eyes almost gave me my first orgasm of the night.
    It had been awhile since I’d had sex, since I’d been pleasured by someone other than myself, since I’d had a man’s attention focused on me.
    Parker was most definitely the right choice to reintroduce me to this fantastic world.
    His face charged toward my pussy without preamble. He pushed two fingers into me as he licked his way through me, sucking and biting as his fingers plunged punishingly into me.
    I came apart. I lasted all of thirty seconds before I shattered under him, unable to pull him to me like I wanted to do since my hands were bound behind me.
    I felt a tear fall from the corner of my eye once my legs stopped shaking, the force of the pleasure causing my eyes to water. Parker kissed his way back up my abdomen, kissing away the lone tear in a gentle display that was so at odds with what he’d just done. His eyes met mine briefly before his mouth pressed against mine once more. The tang of my own flavor bit at my taste buds as his tongue charged forcefully back into my mouth.
    He pulled back. “You taste that?” he asked, his voice a whisper.
    I nodded.
    “So fucking sweet,” he said, and then his mouth was back on mine.
    He kissed me for minutes or hours, I’m not sure. I’d been with a few men before, but never any as rough or demanding as Parker.
    “On your knees,” he demanded, pulling his mouth from mine.
    I complied, not sure what else I could do.
    Not wanting to do anything else.
    Not wanting to displease him.
    He unzipped his black jeans and lowered them a few inches. He pulled his cock out from his boxers and stroked it a few times. If I’d pictured it a hundred different ways, none did justice to the real image in front of me.
    His body was chiseled, and his cock was perfect.
    My mouth watered in hot anticipation at the gorgeous sight before me.
    I craved it. I craved Parker, and I wanted to please him the way he’d just done to me.
    “Open your mouth,” he said. I did. He ran his fingertips down my cheek again, from my temple down to my chin. It was one of his moves, I’d noticed, a way for him to show a softer side before he was about to do something rough.
    And I liked rough with Parker.
    He stepped toward me. My hands dangled behind me, still bound. I wasn’t sure how to do this without my hands.
    “You look fucking gorgeous like that,” he said softly. I tried to imagine what I looked like from his point of view.
    On my knees.
    Hands bound behind me.
    Mouth open, waiting.
    Shirt pushed up to my chest, bra still on, pants around my ankles.
    My long, straight, almost black hair messy, unable to brush it away from my face.
    He gazed down at me for a few quiet seconds, a soft sigh releasing from his chest, and then he grabbed the back of my head with his hand as he pushed his cock into my waiting mouth. I wasn’t expecting him to push in so quickly. I immediately closed my lips around him, trying to create friction between us. But he kept pushing in rather than pulling out. I opened my throat as I felt his length sliding down. I tried to move my head back, tried to get him to thrust back, but he wouldn’t budge. I breathed noisily through my nose.
    Fear started pounding in my brain, filtering down to my eyes, my ears, my chest. My heart palpitated. I felt my hands shaking behind me, my knees shaking beneath me.
    “Relax,” he growled, and I did, following yet another of his commands.
    He finally