8. Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Sydney
Walking into his dorm, he shuts and locks the door behind him. Turning, he stalks towards me like a predator that just found his prey; me being the prey. Pushing me down on the bed with a sinister grin on his face, he slides between my legs and climbs up my body. Slamming his lips to mine, he bites my bottom lip like he always does when I don’t open up for him immediately. Slowly, teasingly, I open for him and our tongues swirl for a second before he pulls away, lifting his body off mine to look down at me.
“You okay with this? Finishing what we started back there?’ He questions, his eyes darting back and forth between mine.
“Think you can manage to get me off, jock?” I sass and give him a playful smile.
Lifting up on my elbows, I pull his bottom lip between my teeth and bite down, causing him to growl as he runs his hands under my shirt, pulling it over my head. Leaning down, he pulls my bra down and takes a nipple into his mouth, flicking the hardened peak, causing me to moan. He lets go with a pop and pushes me back down on the bed. Kissing down my body, he pops the button of my jeans and I lift my ass as he slowly drags them over my hips and down my thighs, taking them off.
“Fuck, baby, you’re soaked for me.” He groans, sliding to the edge of the bed and onto his knees, pulling my panties off with his teeth and shoving them in his pocket. Jesus Christ, this man.
His tongue swirls over my clit and my hips buck but he uses both hands to pin me down. Flicking his tongue faster, he brings me closer and closer to the edge. Sitting up, he yanks his shirt over his head and climbs back on the bed between my legs. Reaching between us, I undo the button of his jeans, sliding my hand into his boxers and gripping his cock, stroking it slowly. He lets out a loud guttural moan, throwing his head back.
“Fuck, I love when my cock is in your hands.” He groans.
Sitting up on my knees, I push him down on the bed and straddle him, lining his cock up with my entrance and slamming down on top of him. We both groan out as he grips my hips hard enough to bruise and starts slowly rocking me back and forth.
“Fuck! You are so goddamn perfect. After this, there's no going back, Ice Queen. You. Are. MINE.” He growls, slamming up into me to prove a point. It’s like he’s trying to imprint himself inside of me.
Meeting him thrust for thrust, he picks up his pace, pounding into me brutally. In this position, I can feel every time his piercing hits that sweet spot inside of me and it feels fucking amazing.
“Fuck, Parker. Just like that. Don’t stop.” I moan out, rocking my hips faster and throwing my head back, trying to chase my orgasm.
His hand wraps around my throat while he sits up, pulling my nipple into his mouth and biting down. He’s trying to draw blood with how hard he keeps biting, damn vampire.
“Who do you belong to, Ice Queen?” He commands, bringing my head back to see his face as he continues thrusting up into me harder.
“You. Fuck, you Parker.” I reply back, a moan spilling from my lips.
I’m so lost in how good he feels that I’m not prepared when he flips us, putting me on the bottom. Grabbing one of my legs and throwing it over his shoulder, he slams into me relentlessly. Stars litter the corners of my vision just as my orgasm hits me like a fucking freight train. Screaming his name, he thrusts a couple more times before he pulls out, coating my stomach and pussy with his cum. Once again marking me as his.
“Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard. Jesus Christ.” I say, panting and trying to catch my breath.
Lying down beside me, I roll over and slide between his legs, gathering the cum from my stomach and rubbing it up and down his length. Getting faster with each stroke and tightening my grip.
“Just like that baby, fuckkkk.” He moans out. There’s something about hearing a man moan that turns me all the way on.
Stroking faster and watching him buck his hips as he gets closer to his release, he grabs my hands to make me stop. Shaking my head at him, he releases me and lets out a low whimper.
“Please, fuck. It’s too much,” he groans, looking up at me with lust burning in his eyes.
“Come on, jock. Cum for me, again. Cover my hands in it so I can lick them clean.” I say, my voice full of sass and command to see if he will cum when told.
Pushing his head further into the pillow, he lets out a line of cuss words with a low growl just as his release shoots all over my hands. Never slowing down, I use it as lube again and stroke him faster, gripping his cock tighter with each one. This may be my new favorite way to see him as I watch him squirm and try to climb up the bed.
“Fuck, Ice Queen! Goddamnit, I’m going to cum again if you don’t stop.” He says through gritted teeth. Pleasure and something else crossing his face.
“Oh, I’m not stopping, baby. Cum again. I love being the one to see you squirm for a change.” I command with a smile playing on my lips. And he does, covering my hands all over again with ropes of white. Letting go, I bring my fingers up to my mouth and lick them clean.
“Mmm, you taste like my best mistake.” I sass, grinning at him as I lick my lips.
Laying back down beside him, he rolls over and fuses his lips to mine, not letting me come up for air as he slides back into me, slowly thrusting in and out.
“So fucking tight. I could stay inside you forever. The way your pussy keeps my cock in a vice grip feels fucking amazing.” He groans against my lips and I can already feel my next orgasm about to hit. All the pent up need from watching him, sitting right on the edge.
“Fuckkk, I’m going to cum again.” I pant as our eyes meet and he gives me a sinister grin.
“Keep cumming baby, cover my cock in your release. Make me yours.” He growls, looking into my eyes and it feels more like he’s trying to bury himself into my soul.
Wrapping his hands around my throat again, he picks up his pace and pounds into me. Making me cum over and over and over, until we’re both covered in sweat and his room smells like something straight from a porno. Sore. I’ll be so fucking sore after this. Totally worth it though.
Picking me up from the bed hours later, he carries me to the shower, turning the water on and walking us under the warm spray. Everything hurts and lets just say it’s the good kind of sore too. Like he meant for this to happen so I’ll feel him for days to come. He grabs the shampoo, motioning for me to turn around before running his hands through my hair and scrubbing until it lathers. Rinsing it out, he does the same with the conditioner, then rinses that out next. Grabbing his loofah and adding soap, he washes my body, slowly and surprisingly gentle.
“I’ve never had someone wash my hair, or anything for that matter.” I say looking up at him.
“I’ll do this every day for you baby.” He replies, kissing the top of my head. And fucking swoon, if I wasn’t already falling for him before now. This side of him will do it.
Grabbing the loofah from him and adding soap again, I start to run it over his chest, slowly making my way down his body. Seeing his tattoos and how ripped his body really is sends a shiver up my spine at how turned on I am. Who knew someone could have so many abs.
“Turn around, let me wash your back.” I say, and he pins me with a stare. His gaze turning more questioning than anything.
“You sure? You don’t have to.” He replies. Grabbing his shoulder, I nudge him to turn around. Rubbing the soap over his back, he tenses and I lean in, kissing each scar. Hoping he knows that whatever they are from won’t make me look at him any different. Turning around, he pulls us both under the spray and we rinse off. Reaching behind me and shutting the water off, he opens the door, grabbing us both a towel.
Wrapping his around his waist, he brings mine over my shoulders and starts drying me off. He turns, his scars on full display. I’m still curious about his scars and how they got there. That’s his story to tell when he’s ready, God knows the last time I asked about it he went on the defensive. We both have scars and stories to tell, maybe one day we will trust each other enough to share. He wears his on the outside, whereas mine are all on the inside.
Walking into his room, he walks straight back to his bed and pulls the blankets back. Dropping my towel, I climb in bed and he does the same, dropping his towel and climbing in behind me. Pulling me up against his naked body, I close my eyes, the sound of him softly snoring already, lulling me to sleep.