Steamy Dunk (F*** on the Court)

Chapter Four

Was it a bit cliche for Violet to be ending a date in a man's tuxedo jacket? Yes, but she didn't care.

It was a little chilly when she stepped out of the restaurant to wait for their car to pull around and Parker must have noticed that she was rubbing her arms to get a little warmer. She didn't ask for his jacket and really didn't ask for his help at all. He just quietly shrugged off that gorgeous tuxedo jacket and put it over her shoulders. There was nothing wrong with her accepting it.

There was also nothing wrong with her slipping her arms into the jacket after they got in the car. It was just to help it stay on. And there was nothing wrong with grabbing Parker's hand as they watched the city go by them from the back of the SUV he was paying for. Just another totally normal thing for a Saturday night.

Except none of this seemed normal.

She still wondered what exactly "this" was. For now, Violet was just going to assume it was a pleasant night and there was nothing else to it. She and Parker would go their separate ways at the elevator and it was a good time. Maybe they could do it again.

But as the car got closer to their building, there was something building in Violet, something telling her she didn't want this to just be a pleasant night. She wondered if Parker felt it too. He had to, right? After all, he was holding her hand right now. That surely meant something.

"So did you have a good time tonight?"

She turned and saw the question on his face so she gave him a warm, reassuring smile. "I actually had a great time."

"Even with the ex-girlfriend asking you questions?"

Violet shrugged. "No big deal. I knew what she was doing. And really, who calls their boyfriend by his title?"

Parker laughed at her joke so Violet kept pressing on. "Like, 'This is my boyfriend, Basketball Parker Blakeman.'"

His smile faded a bit and Violet realized what she had done. That was a little too much, too serious, too soon, even for her.

But then that teasing smile came back to his face. "Well, I've never been called an actual basketball before," he said with a smirk.

Crisis averted, at least for now.

The car pulled up to the front of their building and Parker got out first, turning to give Violet a hand to help her out just like the gentleman he was.

But then he didn't let go.

They walked through the lobby of the building hand in hand and Violet didn't care if one of their neighbors saw them or the front desk guy noticed.

Parker pushed the button for the elevator and turned to look down at her. "Hey, no pressure or anything, but would like to come up to my place for a drink?"

Violet could only stare up at him. She really wanted to go up with him, but she also knew what that might mean. There could be more than a drink, and she honestly didn't mind if there was.

"I mean, you do need to return my jacket." He gave her a nervous smile. "Or, you know, you could just give it to me now, I guess."

She couldn't help the smile that spread across her face. "No, I can take it up to your place first."

The elevator dinged and she turned her attention to the doors that Parker was leading her into with his hand still firmly in hers. Then he pressed the button for his floor -- the penthouse -- and the doors slid shut.

Violet realized that this was the first time they had been alone, just the two of them, since he picked her up in the lobby earlier tonight. There was a tension that came with that realization and she wondered if he could feel it too.

And then he leaned down, practically bending himself in half, and planted a soft kiss on her neck. Holy hell, it was suddenly hot in this elevator, but that was fine with Violet. She didn't mind. She actually liked it. A lot.

So Violet tilted her head, giving Parker some more room to work as his mouth continued to tease her sensitive skin as he peppered kisses along her neck and then towards her ear. She reached up to thread her fingers through his curly brown hair, earning a moan against her skin that made her entire body vibrate.

And then the elevator dinged again.

Parker quickly stood up straight, his lips gone from her body in a way that made her instantly feel cold.

The doors pulled open to reveal a small lobby that was much different from the hallway she was used to on her floor. Instead, there was a small space with two doors, one on each side. Parker led her to the door on the right, and Violet knew from her years of living here that it was the side of the building with the best views.

She had gone over to a neighbor's condo on occasion for parties and things. She knew how different the view was on that side of the building. But nothing could prepare her for Parker's view.

He had windows that went across an entire side of the building, at least that's what she assumed. It was as if his penthouse went on forever from the living room to the kitchen and dining room and whatever was beyond that.

He didn't seem to have much furniture yet and there was a stack of boxes along the wall that had been broken down. In the middle of his living room was one of those huge sectionals that looked like you could sink into it.

Beyond that was the view. It was gorgeous. Even though it was dark now, she could see the moon's reflection on Lake Michigan as it spread out beyond the horizon. She wondered what it looked like in the morning as the sun rose over the water.

She wondered what it would be like to be here in the morning with Parker to watch it rise.

"Do you like what you see?"

Parker was standing behind her and she could see his reflection in the window. But he wasn't looking out the window. He was looking down at her.

"I like it very much."

She could tell by the smile that spread across his face in his reflection that he knew she wasn't talking about what lay beyond the window.

"Would you like something to drink?" he asked. "I have wine, beer, some weird protein shake I have to drink every morning. But I'm willing to share."

She couldn't help but laugh and turned around to look at him now, really look at him. His brown hair was a little disheveled after their ride in the elevator and his eyes looked a little darker in the apartment with only a few lights on compared to the restaurant.

His lankiness was on full display though, especially now that he didn't have his tuxedo jacket on. His sleeves were rolled up to expose his forearms, his hands in the pockets of his long pants. He had pulled himself up to his full height to look down on her, but it wasn't intimidating. It was invigorating.

"So." He cocked his head to the side and gave her a lopsided smile. "You ready to pick your poison?"

"Can I skip the drink?"

Violet didn't mean for her voice to come out that seductive, but she wasn't going to apologize for it now. Instead, she took a step closer to Parker -- but only a step -- waiting to see how he would respond.

He kept his hands in his pants pockets while his eyes roamed over her body in a way that made her remember that she was very thankful he took her on that date tonight.

"You look nice in my jacket." She gave him a small smile and took a step closer. "I'm sorry if I was too forward in the elevator. I should've asked before I tried to devour you."

"I mean, I wouldn't call that devouring me, but it was alright."

Parker perked an eyebrow in her direction. "Just alright?"

Violet shrugged and gave him a flirtatious smile. It only spurred him on as he took another step closer to her, so close that she could feel the heat coming through his shirt and his breath on her cheek. But he kept his hands in his pockets and it was driving her wild. She just wanted to reach out and pull them out to put them on her body. There was just something about the tension though that she was really enjoying.

"I can do better than alright." His voice was husky and dark, his breath coming quicker against her cheek. "Please let me show you that I can do better than just alright."

It was the "please" that spurred her on, the "please" that finally sent her over the edge. She couldn't contain her feelings for him anymore when he was acting so gentlemanly despite the fact that she knew he wasn't going to be a gentleman with her -- and she liked that.

Violet couldn't help what she did next, instinctively grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him down to her. She had to admit it took a bit of effort since he was a strong athlete and a tall one too, but there was only a moment of hesitation before he realized what she was doing and went along with it.

So she kissed him, hard and determined and hot. And when Parker pulled his hands out of his pants pockets, they were all over her. His palm against her neck, pulling her closer. His arm snaking under the tuxedo jacket she was wearing as his hand drifted down.

It was in that moment that she realized how much tension had been building between them tonight and how much she had tried to ignore it.

But why should she ignore it when it was like this? This was too good to ignore and she deserved this with a man this hot.

Parker slowly pulled them back toward the huge sectional in the room and sat down, Violet in between his wide open legs, kissing that soft skin just above her breasts as his hand reached around to play with the zipper of her dress. He slowly looked up at her and gave her a casual smile.

"May I?" he asked.

She could only nod, too stunned to be able to say words anymore.

It didn't help that he was so good with his hands as they quickly unzipped her dress, leaving it to pool on the floor at her feet.

Parker seemed to like what he saw, a growl escaping his mouth that sent shivers up her spine. She decided to wear a black bra tonight under her dress because it matched her black underwear that were those granny spanx kind that kept everything looking smooth. She wasn't sure if it was smooth to be wearing them now but Parker didn't seem to mind.

What he did seem to mind was her bra in his way and that man somehow popped the clasps on her back in quick order, letting it fall to the ground with her dress.

"Oh, fuck me," he muttered as he admired the view.

"Is that an invitation?"

Parker's eyes snapped up to her, a mischievous smile spreading across his face as he pulled her down on top of him.

Damn, he was lanky and it almost felt like Violet was climbing a tree to get on top of him, but there was nothing wrong with being a tree climber and she wanted to make sure she did her best.

She crawled up his body, unbuttoning the buttons of his shirt as she went higher, her hands sliding along his hot skin. Yeah, she was getting to him and she liked it.

But she wanted more, needed more. She needed his lips on hers, his skin against her breasts, his hands all over her body, and she wanted it now.

Parker was more than happy to oblige, pulling her down to him, peppering her skin with his mouth before making his way back to her lips. He slowed things down a little, lingering and teasing her in a way that made her want him to speed up and get to the good part.

And she could tell she was having the same effect on him with the way she could feel his rock-solid cock straining against his pants as she moved over him.

When she was getting ready tonight, she told herself that she would be respectful and not think about whether his cock was proportional to the rest of his lanky frame, but now she really wanted him to pull it out and show her what he had under there.

He started to speed up his work, grabbing at her now, his hands kneading into her ass, his tongue swirling in her mouth, his moans shaking her chest. Oh fuck, did she want this and want him.

"Would you like to see the rest of my place?"

She should've said yes, had him slowly walk her into his bedroom wherever that was, but she wanted him and she wanted him now.

"Here," she moaned as she kissed him again. "You need to fuck me here and do it now."

"Is that what you want?"

His voice was dark and husky now, demanding to get an answer.

"It's what I want."

"Tell me you want me, Violet."

She moaned in frustration. This wasn't like her. She wasn't forward like this with other men. But Parker wasn't like other men and she could almost guarantee that what was about to happen wasn't like what she had ever had with other men.

"I want you so fucking bad."

That was all the encouragement Parker needed before he quickly flipped her on her back, letting her sink into the soft sectional as he hovered over to rip off his shirt.

"Take those fucking panties off," he demanded.

Violet didn't need to be told twice and stripped them off. She looked up at him to get his approval, but he was too busy unzipping his pants and shoving them down to his ankles. He was fumbling with his wallet, his hands almost shaking as he pulled out a condom.

She liked this part, liked watching men prepare for her. But when Parker pulled himself out of the boxer briefs he was wearing, she wasn't totally prepared. He was rock solid and ready for her and she couldn't help but feel some pride in the fact that she had that kind of an effect on him.

Violet started to pull her arm out of the sleeve of his tuxedo jacket that she was still wearing when he stopped and stared at her.

"Don't you fucking dare take that off," he growled. "I want to see you come so fucking hard in my jacket."

It was a demand that she was more than happy to oblige. The jacket was silky on the inside against her bare skin and smelled like him. But it was nothing like the real thing.

Parker lowered himself onto her, slowly and deliberately as she opened up for him. His arm came around her waist to lift her higher and hold her place, his eyes not leaving hers. He seemed to looking to her for reassurance, that this was what she wanted and needed from him.

"You good?"

She could only nod in response.

His next move was swift and demanding as he plunged into her, her back arching in ecstasy, her body adjusting to his hard cock. She couldn't even say anything, could only grasp his arm to hold on to him and ground herself.

"Oh, Violet." His moans were warm against her cheek as her heart beat loudly in her ear. "You feel so good."

She responded by finally taking a breath, finally releasing her tight grip against his arms for just a moment.

But then he started moving against her and she was barely hanging on to reality, his thrusts hard and determined, each one sending more ecstasy through her body. This was what she wanted, what she needed, and she was going to get everything she could out of this.

Because this wasn't normally how she would end a first date. She had a one-night stand once before back in college but that was so long ago and with a college boy who didn't know what he was doing.

Parker knew what he was doing. He knew so well. His hands on her body, his mouth on her breasts, her neck. It wasn't going to take her long.

"Is this what you needed, Violet?"

It was a desperate plea for reassurance, but he really didn't need to ask.

"I need it so bad, Parker."

He thrust harder, deeper, making her almost forget her name. This was definitely the best sex of her life and she was going to enjoy every thrust of it.

She looked up at him, his mouth curling into a sexy sneer. He knew the kind of effect he was having on her and he was ready to give her the payoff.

"Fuck, I want to make you come so hard."

What was it about that sentence, about what he wanted for her -- not him -- that made him even more delicious? If he was going to say things like that, he was going to give him what he wanted and she was going to like it.

Parker thrust into her again, her hands tightening on his arms. He sped up, became more erratic, his almost shaking against her as the energy coiled in her belly. He was so close to getting what he wanted, so close to sending her over the edge.

Then he broke her, the waves of pleasure rolling through her as he almost cried out above her as his own rapture took over him.

Parker finally stilled, slowly lowering himself on her body, his breath finally becoming measured again.

He laid down next to her, pulling a blanket off the back of the sectional that she hadn't even noticed was there, and covered them up.

There was small laugh that escaped his lips as he kissed that spot at the base of her neck that sent shivers through her again.

"That was so good, Violet." His hand snaked under his jacket, teasing her soft skin. "Did it make you feel good?"

"Very good."

She turned to see him smiling at her, his hand coming up to brush away her hair that was probably a disheveled mess now.

"Close your eyes and get some sleep then. You earned it."

His command was almost a whisper, and she followed his directions, snuggling closer to him as her body sunk into the cushions.

It was so good. He was so good. Laying there with him with the lake and the moon stretched out beyond the windows was so good.

This definitely was the best date she had ever been on and she was going to enjoy sleeping there.

Then she woke up with Parker still sleeping next to her. What the hell had she done? A one-night stand with a neighbor?

This was a bad idea. Probably a very bad idea. And yeah, she was going to freak out about what a bad idea this had been.

She slowly extracted herself from Parker's arms, haphazardly putting her dress back on. But there was no way she would get those tight spanx and stupid bra on easily again in the dark so she did what any rational woman would do. That tuxedo jacket didn't seem to have deep pockets for all her stuff and was a bit too tailored.

Then she saw a jacket on the back of a kitchen chair with the Chicago Ignition logo that looked plenty big to hide her things and make her escape. Besides, he played for the team. It would probably be much easier for him to replace that than a tailored tuxedo jacket. She would return it later anyway so it wasn't like she was really stealing it. Just borrowing.

Violet slipped out into the hallway and wondered what to do next. She would run into a neighbor if she took the elevator, right? But she grabbed her phone out of her purse. It was two a.m. She would be fine.

The elevator doors slid open to welcome her in and she quietly descended down to her floor.

She had to get some sleep, then pack for her flight to Kansas City tomorrow. She would wait for another day to deal with the fallout of walking out on a hot man who fucked her senseless.