Chapter Fifteen
I knock on the door a few times and wait in the silence that responds.
After the fifth knock, I pull a key card out of my pocket to open it.
“Room service,” I sing, kicking the door closed behind me.
Sydney bolts up on her bed, eyes wide. “Parker! What the hell?” She hits pause on the show playing on her laptop before she clutches the silky robe she’s wearing close to her chest. “How’d you get in here?”
I wiggle the key card in my hand as I walk in and place the takeaway bag on the small coffee table.
Her eyes flit from the bag to the key card as she takes everything in. “How’d you get a key card to my room?”
“Unlike the Kelton, I have a lot of sway at W Hotels.”
“That’s an abuse of privilege.”
“Comes with the territory.”
I sink onto the edge of her bed and begin untying my shoes, trying my hardest to keep from grinning as Syd continues to stare at me. It’s not until I unbutton my shirt sleeves and start rolling them up that she snaps out of her daze and quickly moves off the bed.
She shuffles around me at a slight distance.
“What are you doing here, anyway? I thought you went for food?”
“I did. I went for food, and I brought it back. Couldn’t have my girl eating alone when she wasn’t feeling well, could I?”
“Your what? No. I—I actually feel completely fine. I’m just a little tired.” She averts her gaze as it fills with guilt, pulling her robe tighter. “Honestly, I just needed some downtime. I was going to order room service and relax.”
I push off the bed and walk past her, purposefully brushing up against her shoulder in the process.
“Why have room service when you can have this delicious pho in the company of a dashing British man?”
I hold up the white plastic bag I brought in with me before placing it back down. I take out the four containers inside and begin setting them up on the little table, opening the ones with the noodles and veggies before carefully cracking open the ones with the soup inside.
The smell of the warm broth immediately fills the air, and Sydney takes a few steps closer.
“You got me pho?”
I hold out a pair of chopsticks toward her. “Vegan, too.”
She takes them from my hand and sinks down on the carpet beside me, crossing her legs. She twists the container around and smiles when she sees the sharpie-written words on the side indicating the vegan broth. I don’t tell her, but it’s not even the same restaurant the others went to. That one didn’t have any vegan options, so I ended up leaving them to rideshare to another restaurant that had a broth she could eat before coming back here.
“You didn’t have to do this for me.”
“Who said it was for you?” I grin, breaking my chopsticks apart. “It was entirely selfish. I just wanted to spend some time with you while the kids are distracted.”
Her cheeks flush and she averts her gaze, pouring her hot soup over her noodles carefully before blowing on it and taking a bite. Her eyes light up as she hums with pleasure.
“Wow, this is good,” she says between slurps, the tension leaving her shoulders as she becomes distracted by the taste.
“Better than room service, no?” I pick up a generous heaping of noodles and shovel them into my mouth.
“Maybe.” She gives me a cute smile. “Thank you.”
“Of course.”
The silky robe she’s wearing has started to come loose now that she isn’t holding it in a death grip. I lean over and kiss her shoulder briefly.
She sucks in a breath and freezes, the carrot poised between her chopsticks falling back into her soup. She swallows a gulp before quickly picking the carrot back up and popping it into her mouth.
Her nerves are radiating off her body like little sparks.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen her like this before.
The normally calm and collected Sydney Lake is a fumbling mess.
I lean against the coffee table and watch her. The way her clear gray eyes focus pointedly down on the strands of rice noodles she scoops up, instead of flicking up to me. Her toes tap back and forth against her legs—a habit she doesn’t even notice.
Eventually, she lets out a huff and glares at me. Although she looks more like a cub than a lioness.
“Would you quit it?”
“Quit what?” I pop a piece of pork in my mouth and chew it innocently.
“Staring at me.”
“Nope. Why? Does it make you uncomfortable?” I grin.
“No,” she scoffs. “Why would it make me uncomfortable?” Her chopsticks swirl idly in the remaining broth.
“Dunno. Maybe cause you’re picturing my tongue in your mouth?”
She gapes at me, her eyes flicking to my lips.
“Or maybe.” I slide closer to her and lower my voice. “You’re imagining something else entirely. What a dirty mind you have, Miss Lake. I had no idea.”
“Stop messing with me.” Lust-fueled panic dances across her eyes, and she shoves me away. Her nudge is a little too strong, though, and my elbow bumps against my soup, sending splatters across my sleeve. Her panic turns to embarrassment before she feigns frustration. “That’s your own fault,” she mumbles through pursed lips.
“Guess so.” I reach up and swiftly undo the buttons of my shirt before stripping it off and tossing it behind us. I stretch my arms behind my head and give my neck a quick crack.
“Oh, you have got to be kidding me right now.”
“See something you like?” I smirk.
“You play dirty, Parker Covington.” She points a finger at me, and I shoot forward, nipping at it before she squeals and reels away.
“I have to play dirty, love. You’ve been ignoring me all day.”
“Because we were around people.”
“I don’t see anyone in here now.”
“That’s because…” she trails off, and peers up at me through the wisps of her bangs. “I don’t know what I’m doing.” Her voice is soft as her fingers nervously twist in her hands. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to act around you anymore. It’s freaking me out.”
“You’re thinking about it too much, Syd.” I take one of her hands in mine and link our fingers together.
“All I’ve done is think of you.”
She blanches, realizing what she just said.
“I mean, I—,” she tries to backtrack, but it’s too late. “Crap.”
Her face falls, and I let out a soft laugh.
I’m on cloud-fucking-nine. Syd doesn’t even know the effect her words have on me. There are about a million fireworks going off in my chest right now because this blonde bombshell just admitted that she can’t stop thinking about me. That I’m living rent-free in her mind.
I’ve waited for the day when she thinks of me for even a fraction of the time I spend thinking about her.
“Then keeping thinking of me.” I let go of her hand and trail my hand up her arm, across the soft fabric, pausing when I reach the bare skin of her shoulder before cupping the back of her neck. “Think about how good my fingers feel against you. Think about how good they might feel inside you.” My thumb glides up her neck, and her lips part as I pull her toward me. “Are you thinking about it?” I whisper against her ear.
She nods absently. “Yes.” Her voice is deep and breathy and sexy as all hell.
“Good.” I pull back and look in her eyes. “Still freaking out?”
“Only a little.” She bites her lip and smiles.
Fuck me. That’s hot.
“A little?” I lean closer, keeping us centimeters apart. My heart thumps loudly within my chest, beating against me with every breath I take.
“Yeah. Now kiss me.” The corner of her mouth twitches up slightly.
“All you had to do was ask, love.”
I drag her lips to mine, stealing her breath for my own.
She sighs into me, and I drink her in, thirsty for every morsel she gives me. My hand tangles in the hair at the base of her neck, angling her up to me, deepening our kiss.
I can’t get enough of Sydney.
She could drown me with the taste of her, and I would say thank you until I passed into the afterlife.
I haul her onto the couch behind us, laying her on the soft cushions as I tower above her.
“There’s a perfectly good bed a few feet away,” she mutters against my lips.
“Too far.” I swipe my tongue across her lower lip.
The taste of her cherry lip gloss has me smiling. Always predictable this one.
She gasps into me. “Parker, bed.”
I growl, gripping the backs of her thighs and picking her up against me again. Her hot center presses against my dick as I carry her. The movement shifts her against me in a way that has my knees threatening to buckle.
She bounces on the bed, splaying against the crisp white sheets. Her hair tumbles loose from her bun, and her robe spills open, revealing a pale-blue matching lingerie set. The bra is sheer, and I see the hardened peaks of her nipples teasing through. She looks like an ice princess coming undone, melting under my touch.
“Damn.”
She smiles at me shyly, her hands coming down to toy with the belt of her robe. “Like what you see, Mr. Covington?”
“Baby, you look like a wet dream.”
Her confidence grows with my compliment, her smile tipping seductively as she reaches out a hand and beckons me forward.
“Then be a good boy and come play.”
I almost come in my pants.
Pants that I am unbuttoning and tearing off with lightning speed.
I descend on her in record time, caging her between my thighs and rocking against her as I take her lips with mine. Her body is warm beneath my touch, and I can’t keep my hands from tracing all over her. There isn’t an inch of her I want to miss. She’s fucking delectable.
I kiss a path down her body, stopping when I reach her breast. I swirl my tongue around the sensitive tip, wetting the lace. Her chest lifts slightly as she arches into my touch, urging me on. My hand comes down to squeeze her other breast, running my thumb over her nipple while I lave away at the other.
Her hands thread in my hair, manicured nails scratching against the shortened sides. I drag my lips lower, leaving a hot path down her stomach. Just as I reach her bully button, I feel her tense, abs contracting.
I peer up at her through hooded eyes. “Not yet?”
She shakes her head. “Lingerie stays on.”
My head tilts. I can work with that.
“So, this is okay?” I place a kiss on her inner thigh, and her whole body breaks out in a shiver. I place another one a bit higher, and her knee pulls in slightly. My hands dig into the thick curves of her hips.
So responsive.
“God, you’re a tease,” she breathes.
I just grin at her before I lick a line up the inside of her thigh, stopping just short of the lacy barrier. I repeat the action on the other side, and her strong thighs clench inward. My cock strains in my briefs, the sensitive head pushing against the band.
I’m torturing myself with my face inches away from her sweet cunt.
Relief.
I need some sort of relief from this pain.
I drag myself back up the length of her body, nuzzling her neck and inhaling her cherry-sweet scent and placing a hot kiss just beneath her ear. Sydney’s small hands run along my shoulders, scratching down my biceps. She pulls me closer, lips parted as she desperately searches for my kiss.
Her eyes are a stormy haze, and I drink in her taste as we crash in a heady kiss.
My hips roll against hers, dragging my cock against her center, and my eyes almost roll back in my head at the blissful relief the contact creates.
I release a strangled groan against her lips.
If she feels this good now, how fucking amazing is she going to feel with nothing between us?
Will I even survive that?
I keep up the rhythm, my hips churning in waves as our bodies move as one against each other. Sydney gasps and her fingers curl around my ribs, piercing my skin as she lifts her body to be closer to mine.
Whether she notices it or not, she’s matching me beat for beat, chasing after my touch.
My thick length knocks into her heat, the tip beading with precum. Her own wetness begins to seep through, and I feel it soaking my briefs. The added lubrication has my balls tightening as the friction between our bodies turns to fucking water, letting us slide against each other.
Sydney’s legs lock around the backs of my thighs, and her hands tighten on my hips, pulling me against her at a new angle and keeping me there.
She lets out a low moan.
Fuck.
I might be able to come like this.
It’s like I’m in seventh form again, getting off like a fucking prepubescent teen.
But damn, she drives me absolutely mad.
“That feel good, love?”
“Yes, oh my God.” Her eyes tighten.
“Fuck, Syd. The things you do to me,” I groan.
She moans again in response, her arms sweeping up against my sweaty back. She links her hands between my shoulder blades, and her hips pick up their pace as she lifts them against me, increasing the pressure between us. My dick basically slides against the folds of her pussy, nothing but soaked fabric acting as a barrier between us.
“Fuck, Syd,” I repeat. Blood is rushing to my dick, and stars are dotting my eyes. There is barely any rational thought left in my brain right now. All I can focus on is the feeling of her against me. “God. Do you think you can come like this?” I ask her.
“Maybe,” she pants. “I think so.”
“Fuck.” It seems to be the only word my brain can form. “Fuck, okay, what can I do?”
I plant kiss after kiss against her neck and down her jaw.
I’ll do literally anything. Anything.
There is no way I’m coming like a fourteen-year-old in his boxers without Sydney joining me for the high.
“Flip over.”
I almost miss the words between our tangle of breaths, but I scoop my hands under her shoulders and hold her against me as I roll over. She rips off her robe and looks down at me. Her chest heaves heavily, pert breasts pressing against the little fabric left on her body. Blonde hair cascades around her flushed face. Every inch the melted ice princess.
My hands come down to settle on her ass, and I decide that I like this position a hell of a lot better. I knead her round cheeks, groaning at the feeling and shifting my hips under her.
I love her ass.
Syd eyes glaze over as she begins rolling her hips, and I have to calm myself down so I don’t shoot my load.
I take it back.
I don’t love this position, because watching her body rock above me is going to send me to an early death. Although, this wouldn’t be a bad way to die.
Her body tips forward and crushes against mine. The lace of her bra is sensitive across my skin, and she plasters herself to my chest and picks up the pace. Her nails dig into my shoulders. She grinds against me like her life depends on it. I curse into the crook of her neck as she sends me closer and closer into a state of oblivion.
“Fuck, yes, baby,” I breathe. “Use me. Fucking use me. That’s it.” I urge her on, sinking the pads of my fingers around her waist to deepen her rough movements.
“Oh God.” The words leave her in a strangle, her voice pitching higher and higher as her hips move faster and faster. “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God.” The pleas fall from her lips against my skin.
The top half of her body arches up, and she jerks against me in short motions, her clit rubbing frantically against the throbbing tip of my dick.
It’s too much.
I’m not going to last.
I’m not going to fucking last.
My abs contract as my balls tighten one last time. The euphoria shoots through me.
“Fuck, babe, I’m coming.” My head pushes back against the mattress as hot jets of come coat me.
Her hips stutter, her rhythm faulting, but my grip remains tight on her, guiding the movements.
“No. Keep going. Keep going. I told you to use me.”
The sensation is fucking out of this world, and my cock is sensitive as shit, but I keep myself together as she keeps rocking back and forth, the last of my cum pulsing out of my cock.
I’m riding my high as she continues to chase hers.
Little gasps of “yes, yes, yes,” fall from her lips, and she sucks in a shaky breath before her lips part in a silent moan, the perfect O forming as her eyes squeeze tight and her hips jerk roughly before she freezes and I feel her cunt pulse against me. Then, she collapses, her skin slapping against mine as she lies on my chest.
Our breathing is ragged, the tempo a total cacophony, but it sounds like music to me.
“Oh my God.”
“I know,” I agree with her. I lift my hand to move back the damps strands of her bangs that are plastered against her forehead.
She cranes her neck at the motion, her chin digging into me.
“We really did that.” She blinks at me as if she doesn’t quite believe I’m there.
“We did.”
She snorts, resting her cheek against my chest again. “I don’t want to move.”
“You don’t have to.”
“Good,” she mumbles. “Too tired.”
I laugh and continue to lightly stroke her hair, careful not to pull any of the tangles. Post-orgasm Sydney is the most relaxed I’ve seen her in my life.
Her breathing slows, and she burrows herself further into me.
“I hate to be the party pooper,” I start.
She groans.
“But aren’t you supposed to pee or something?”
She groans again. “I think that’s only sex. I’ll be fine.”
“If you say so, but—”
“Parker,” she groans at me even louder.
“But I’m currently covered in my own jizz, and I need to shower, love.”
She lifts her head and stares up at me through narrow eyes. She rolls off me and digs at the sheets until she crawls beneath them. “Have fun, I’m going to sleep.” The words are muffled by the pillow she’s stuck her face on. I lean over and drop a kiss on her head before slipping out of the bed.
“You could join me,” I call back to her as I make for the bathroom.
Her garbled response gets lost, and I just chuckle.
I peel off my briefs, using them to wipe off the remaining cum before tossing them on the floor and rinsing off in the shower quickly. It’s only when I step out and dry off that I realize I have nothing with me. There’s not a chance in hell I’m putting my underwear back on. My room is the one across from hers, but I don’t really want to chance that little excursion in the nude.
With my luck, I’ll be halfway across the hall, and Aleks or Jackson will pop out of their rooms.
I hang my damp towel up before going about Syd’s hotel room and shutting off each of the lights. The room slowly descends into darkness.
When I pick up my phone from where I abandoned it on the coffee table, I see a bunch of texts blowing up my phone. All of them are from the group chat I have with the guys, minus a stray text from my mum congratulating me on my win earlier.
I send Aleks and Jackson a peace emoji to shut them up and then bump a quick response to my mum before tossing the phone on the nightstand.
Syd is still cocooned on her side, curled into a little ball and breathing softly. I slide under the covers and inch my way over before wrapping my arm around her waist.
“You smell good,” she mumbles.
“Thanks, it’s eau du English. A pretty limited edition scent; not many people can afford it.”
Her chest lifts with a light snort. “Cute.”
“Not as cute as you.” I dip a kiss to her shoulder.
“You think I’m cute?”
“I think the face you make when you come is very cute.”
She jerks in my grasp, her head twisting so she can stare up at me through sleepy eyes. “Seriously, Parker?”
“Shhh, love.” I pop a kiss on her nose. “Just go back to sleep. It’s been a long day.”
She huffs but cranes her neck to kiss me back before she returns to her snuggled position. I squeeze her tighter, bringing her back flush to my chest. There’s a ninety percent chance that my other arm falls asleep from where it’s propped under my head, but I’d sooner cut it off than move it.
I inhale Sydney’s sweet scent and lose myself to the feeling of her soft flesh pressed against mine as I let the darkness take me away.
When I’m with her, it’s like the rest of the world doesn’t exist.
Nothing can disturb the peace she brings me.