Rules of the Game

Here's part 5... see part 1 for disclaimer.


"What a beautiful evening," Parker observed under her breath as she waited on the porch for the kid to bring her car around. She had actually managed to enjoy herself once she made her reappearance at the party. Who wouldn't after a "nap" like that?

Her father seemed fairly oblivious and didn't appear to suspect anything, but then, he was probably somewhat distracted by the monumental task of keeping his lips simultaneously affixed to the derrieres of half a dozen "VIPs." Besides, as predicted, Parker had "dazzled 'em" and, by the time she bid her adieu, Daddy was most pleased with her. None too shabby, she thought with a self-satisfied smirk, for a woman who had lost her underpants barely an hour into the evening.

Lyle was another story. He strode up to her shortly after her return and, bearing that obnoxious shit-eating grin of his, commented on her "flushed" appearance. Her initial anxiety was soon quelled, however, as he not so delicately implied that she'd disappeared to have her way with one of the post-pubescent rented valets. When she caught sight of him later in the evening, on her way out, he didn't look at all happy and was alone in a corner sulking and drinking whiskey. She wondered if it had something to do with that quiet word she'd had with Mr. Sim, cornering him on his way out of the bathroom. That's Lyle: always a day late and a dollar, and a thumb, short.

Her car came speeding up in front of the house, tires screeching as it stopped too abruptly. Shaking her head, Parker marveled at the kid's luck as she glided down the porch stairs. Any other day and he'd have died a virgin. Even in darkness, she could detect his sheepish demeanor as he climbed out of the car. She slowly approached and he gulped, looking so terrified she thought he might faint. When only a couple inches away, she smiled and sidestepped him, slipping a bill into his trembling hand as she passed.

Parker sank serenely into the driver's seat then offered a polite, "Good Evening," before closing the door and speeding away, tires screeching for a second time.

The kid raised the bill up to his face and shined his flashlight on it.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed, standing dumbstruck in the middle of the road. One of his colleagues sauntered over and inquired, "What's up?"

"Fifty..." he mumbled, barely audibly, in disbelief.

"What?"

"FIFTY! SHE gave ME a FIFTY!"

* * * *

"I must be out of my fucking mind."

Parker muttered under her breath as she switched off the engine at the end of a long, dark, deserted, dead-end road then glanced into the rearview mirror for a brief inspection of her appearance. She wet her lips then shrugged. Schlepping across state lines in the middle of the night just to get laid, she mused, how pathetic is that? She then recalled that she'd once flown to Italy over a long weekend for the very same purpose.

*Ah, Mario... where are you now?*

She chuckled softly as she climbed out of the car. She could hear surf pounding in the distance and smell salt in the air. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and sighed contentedly; the three-hour drive had been worth it for that alone. It was somewhere in the vicinity of 3:00 a.m. on a Saturday morning and, here she was, on a quiet, secluded speck of coast somewhere between Ocean City and Cape May, New Jersey.

Using a flashlight to illuminate her way, Parker carefully strode up the path through a small stretch of woods toward her final destination. When she reached the clearing, she paused for an instant. The cottage did not appear large but even in near total darkness it seemed welcoming to her. She felt a mosquito feasting on the back of her knee and reached down to swat at it before pressing on.

"No turning back now," she whispered as she unlocked the door.

She quietly crept inside and made sure the door was tightly closed and securely locked before peering into the dimly lit room directly to her right.

"Hrmm... hello," Jarod offered with a smile through a mouthful of chocolate cake.

She raised an eyebrow and bit her lip. Lounging on the couch in a posture of complete relaxation, he was a sight to behold, barefoot with his shirt unbuttoned to the waist to expose that magnificent torso of his. There was a tall glass of milk on the table next to him and he appeared to be well on his way to polishing off an entire layer cake, the type you find in the frozen food section of the supermarket. None of this would have been remarkable to anyone who knew him were it not for the pronounced bulge in his lap, clearly evident in the low light despite the fact that he was wearing black pants. Now THAT looks promising, she thought with a smirk.

He caught her gaze and stated matter-of-factly, "It just stayed hard." She eyed him skeptically compelling him to qualify, "Well, more or less. The smell of you on my skin, the taste of you on my tongue; I've been reliving it over and over since I got back here and, whenever I do..." he nodded in the direction of his crotch.

"So you decided to inhale a cake?" she asked sardonically.

"I thought it might take my mind off... you know... it was a way to kill time until you showed up. I certainly wouldn't trust myself to attempt anything requiring concentration. Besides," he added affably, "I was feeling peckish."

"Do you have any idea how bizarre that sounds?" Parker shook her head and chuckled as she moved into the room, tossing her purse aside.

"Bizarre? Maybe, I guess, but it made complete sense to me when I thought of it," he shrugged, "Didn't work anyway."

She glided across the room, stopped in front of him, and remarked coolly,

"You could have taken care of it yourself."

Jarod popped one more forkful into his mouth then set the plate aside. Chewing, he replied, "Nope, value my life too much." She snickered. Grinning like a schoolboy, he slid his hands onto her bare legs.

"That's new," he observed as he ran his finger over the itchy bump on the back of Parker's right knee.

"Brand new... just happened. That's what I get for traipsing off into the wilderness," she joked, reaching out to stroke his hair. Leaning into her touch, he closed his eyes momentarily and sighed.

He then looked up at her and inquired, "How did the rest of the evening go?"

"Better than anticipated, actually. I wowed 'em."

"Of course you did. You look beautiful tonight, Parker. That is one hell of a dress you're wearing." His voice was deep and low as he tacked on, "Please take it off."

She smiled broadly and pivoted, eliciting a grunt of surprise from Jarod as she plopped herself down onto the edge of his lap. He grasped her waist to steady her on his wobbly knees and started to ask, "What..." when she elucidated, "The zipper, genius, and there's a hook and eye catch at the top."

"Oh," he nodded enthusiastically and set about the task before him. He swiftly completed it then slid his hands into the opening in the fabric to caress her through the thin silk of her slip. His hands glided effortlessly around her torso to her ribs and, moving from the bottom to the top of her ribcage, he proceeded to methodically trace each one with his fingertips as if counting them. Parker closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation of his touch, moaning when he reached the top of her ribcage and cupped the underside of her breasts, lifting them slightly, teasing exquisitely through silk as he ran his thumbs over her hardening nipples.

Parker unconsciously began to flex her hips, rocking in his lap. His breath hitched, he groaned, and one hand dropped to her waist.

"Not close enough," he uttered huskily as he pulled her more fully onto his lap. She found her skirt riding up for the second time that evening, her knees parting to straddle his thighs as he brought her body into full contact with his.

"Ooh," she moaned as she felt him hard against her backside. His hands were all over her now and he began to place hot, wet kisses to her neck. Parker's dress slid down off her shoulders and she groaned in frustration when it hindered her movement as she attempted to reach up behind her. She wriggled her arms out of it and pushed it down to her waist then reached back to grasp Jarod's head and, turning her neck as far as she could, captured his lips in an urgent, needy kiss. Devil's food, she noted rather absurdly, as she tasted the cake on his lips. He broke away and panted in her ear,

"Your hair..."

"What?" she whimpered as he latched onto a particularly sensitive spot on her neck.

"Take it down," he ordered, his voice quivering with desire.

Parker feverishly yanked at her hair, pins flying in all directions, until it was down. Jarod reached up and grasped her liberated tresses, twisting them around his fist to create a lever, which he used to turn her head and recapture her mouth. Meanwhile his other hand slid beneath the dress now bunched at her waist then up under the silk of her slip to caress her slippery skin. She gasped and bucked against him; he growled hungrily in response as he stroked her, exerting enough pressure to force her pelvis back against him in an exquisite rhythm.

Parker slid her hands behind her, touching as much of him as she could reach in the rather awkward position she held. But it wasn't enough; she wanted full access to him, every inch. And this time, she resolved, she would not be the only one to come.

"I can't reach!" she cried out, "I... I need to move."

Jarod loosened his hold on her and she frantically crawled off his lap and flipped onto her back on the couch, those interminable legs flailing in the process and forcing him to take evasive action to avoid getting a spike heel in the face.

"Those have got to go now," he remarked wryly of her sandals as he struggled to get control of the errant limbs that eventually came to rest in his lap. Bracing himself on the back of the couch with one arm, he managed to maneuver into a kneeling position between her outstretched legs. She cast him a fierce, ravenous look and he grinned wickedly at her.

"Now I am exactly where I want to be, Miss Parker," he stated with a wink as he lifted her right leg, bringing her foot up to rest against his chest. She raised an eyebrow and pressed her heel into his flesh. He narrowed his eyes at her, shaking his head playfully as he unbuckled her sandal. Sliding it off and dropping it to the floor, he placed a gentle kiss on her instep before letting go and picking up her left foot. This time, she slipped her foot out of his grasp after he'd gotten her shoe off, bringing it down to rest on the bulge in his pants and, mischief dancing in her eyes, curled her toes around him. He closed his eyes and sucked in a breath.

"Well, come on!" she demanded, dropping her foot down and reaching up to yank on his shirttail. "I won't be kept waiting all night!"

"You? Ha... that's rich," he shot back as he slipped his hands under the fabric of the dress still ringing her body and tugged at it. "Parker," he teased, "I thought I asked you to take this off." She raised her hips to help him as he finally succeeded in divesting her of her dress. He moved to lower himself on top of her when she raised herself up on her elbows and shook her head.

"Lose the shirt, Wonderboy."

He hastily peeled it off and tossed it aside then moved forward. Parker sat up to meet him, running her hands over his torso, possessively exploring his skin. Alternating between kneading his warm flesh and gently dragging her nails across it, she moaned into his mouth as they joined for another deep, wet, probing kiss. They both fell back onto the couch and he settled between her legs, which she wrapped around him, her feet coming to rest on the backs of his calves. He burrowed his hips into her and they exchanged sighs and moans at the unbelievable sensations created by the glorious friction of their bodies.

"Ah... it's so..." he muttered, barely able to fathom what he was experiencing.

"Hot..." she breathed, "the word is hot, Jarod." Bucking her hips into him, she snaked her hand between them and grunted impatiently, "Let me..."

Jarod raised himself up slightly while striving to avoid breaking contact and Parker seized the opportunity to unbutton and unzip his fly, which she managed to do in remarkably short order despite her trembling fingers. She reached inside and cupped him, giving him a playful tug. He howled, almost as if in pain.

"You okay?" she panted, loosening her grasp.

"No... yeah, I mean, I c... can't stand it much longer."

"Good thing you won't have to," she replied breathlessly as she used both hands to push his pants down over his slim hips, taking his boxers along for good measure. He did his best to assist her until they were at about knee level then gave up, unable to bear using his hands for any purpose other than to touch her. Parker used her feet to guide his pants and boxers the rest of the way off.

Sighing with relief, Jarod sank back into full contact and she again tightened her legs around him. Parker could now feel him, hot and throbbing, against her. She met his eyes in a deep, intense gaze, licked her lips and nodded slowly, grasping his beautifully muscled shoulders as he reached down to guide himself inside her warm, wet, tight depths. Everything was silent except for the sound of their breathing as he slowly penetrated her, biting his lip and wincing at the painful pleasure of it. All the while he remained focused on her eyes, which grew wider the deeper he went. When he'd gone as deep as he could, Jarod froze and a look of wonder swept across his face.

"I'm inside you," he whispered, sounding incredulous.

Parker nodded rapidly and swallowed hard, her forehead knotted with tension as she bore the sweet agony of having him inside her, stretching and filling her like no one else ever had, and desperate for her own release as well as his. She reached up and stroked his face, running her thumb lovingly over the birthmark just below his right eye, a feature she had always secretly worshipped, and said in a soothing, if somewhat shaky, voice,

"Come on, Jarod."

"Don't close your eyes... please," he pleaded as he pulled back before surging into her. Her mouth opened in a silent scream and she dug her nails into his back as he did it again and again and again, his pace increasing slightly, at perfect intervals, with each and every thrust.

"Don't... be... quiet... want... to... hear... you..." he chanted, seemingly on the verge of losing control. He reached down and grasped her legs, pulling them farther up his body, around his waist, as he attempted to move deeper inside her. He then slid his hand between their grinding bodies to stroke her in time to his thrusts.

"Oh, God!" Parker wailed, "I'm going... I..." She never completed the statement as a powerful orgasm overtook her causing her body to twitch and buck beneath him.

Shouting a name so sacred to him that he had never before uttered it aloud, Jarod found his own release. Parker gasped in response, her eyes growing even wider, and he looked surprised himself. He had done it unintentionally, their thirty-year secret torn from somewhere deep within him by the sublime experience of being inside her as she climaxed. He collapsed onto her, breathing heavily as his face came to rest in the crook of her neck. She slid one hand up to caress the back of his head, making tender circles with her fingertips on his scalp.

"I'm sorry," he breathed against her skin, "I didn't mean to..."

"I... it's okay," she consoled softly, her voice still ragged from the experience. It was a damn sight better than okay, actually. "Only," she added more steadily, "just when we're here, like this." He nodded against her and, in the process, became aware of the silken material still adorning her body.

"Hmmm..." Jarod huffed, "I never did manage to get you completely undressed." He lifted his head, bringing his lips to hers for a soft, lingering kiss before pushing himself up. She groaned in protest as she felt him slip out of her body.

"Sorry," he offered as he sat back on his heels, "but I need you to sit up a minute."

Parker read his intention and nodded, sitting up and raising her arms to allow him to pull the slip up over her head. He smiled approvingly at the sight of her completely nude form, growling with delight as he reached out and pulled her toward him, both of them nearly toppling off the couch as he plundered her neck.

"Uh, Jarod," Parker asked breathlessly, bracing herself on the back of the couch as his head dropped to her breasts, "is there a... ah..." He latched onto a nipple, employing tongue and teeth on the already sensitized flesh. "...Bedroom in this place?" she managed to get out.

He cast his dark eyes up at her adoringly and nodded emphatically, all the while remaining firmly attached to her. Parker let out a combination of a moan and a giggle then demanded in a throaty, sexy tone,

"Then take me to bed!"

* * * *

"Yeah baby, that's it, that's it!"

Parker squealed, fashioning her voice into an artificially high pitch as she rocked herself onto his renewed erection. Jarod's eyes snapped open to find her grinning evilly down at him.

"Why you..." He yanked her forward, their bodies still joined as he held her tightly to him.

"The word is BITCH, Jarod," she said, slipping her fingers into his hair and pulling it playfully as she flexed her internal muscles, eliciting a strangled cry from him.

"And you wouldn't have it any other way," she added before he craned his neck to capture her mouth in a rough, sloppy kiss. They moaned into each other as she recommenced her rhythmic gyrations and all intelligible conversation ceased for a time.

TBC...