30. Sable
SABLE
I was worried about him. The banging scared the shit out of me, but the pained grunts behind it?
There wasn’t any way I could lie down and sleep knowing that Parker was absolutely losing his mind on the other side of the door.
No, I wasn’t in the mood to show him any weakness, and I could have been less rude, but I should have just stayed in my bed.
That’s what smart girls do when giant ogres are smashing their own shit.
They stay in bed. Now that I’m slung over his shoulder, I’m forced to ask myself, Am I really this stupid? The answer is yes.
His filthy hand gropes my ass, and I’m not even sure he’s aware of the guttural, sexual noises he’s making.
Something is seriously wrong with him, and I should have realized that already, given the shit at the hotel and him putting a two-pound weight in my pussy, but I’m stupid, and red flags seem like a pretty crimson, right? “Parker?” I ask.
“Sable,” he says, but it doesn’t feel conversational, rather automatic, and his fingers start to slip beneath the hem of my shorts and up to my bare ass. His words from earlier ring in my head, and I start to panic.
“Oh no, no!”
“Yes.” His fingers spread my cheeks, and a large, thick one presses to my asshole, but doesn’t push inside.
It doesn’t hurt or anything, but I don’t want his fingers there.
I’m positively mortified by my prostrate position and even more so with him having such intimate contact with me.
I wasn’t lying when I told him no one has fucked my ass.
I’ve never let anyone do more to it than give it a squeeze.
Parker has already gone further than I ever thought I would.
He doesn’t put me down, leaving me over his shoulder as he moves to the bedside table and grabs a bottle of lube.
“I don’t have a TV, but there’s a stockpile of lube?
” I ask. It’s not actually that bad. I have my phone, and that’s how I watched most things before my life went to shit anyway.
He doesn’t answer me, and my nerves grow in intensity.
Parker has been nothing but intense and weird, but part of me has instinctively trusted him.
Right now, I’m terrified that he’s about to prove me wrong.
He drops me on the bed, and I bounce. My legs flail in my surprise, and I land with very little dignity.
Piece by piece, his gear falls to the ground, and at first, I’m annoyed by his presence, but as he moves, I can’t help the growing heat.
If I’m being honest, part of me has been turned on since the moment he touched me.
He’s in nothing but his boxers a few minutes later, and I swear something is wrong with me because even the smell of his sweat turns me on.
“Parker,” I try again, starting to truly fear what he may be capable of doing to me in this state.
“Hands and knees,” he says, but I don’t move fast enough. He takes a menacing step toward me, and after what my father did to us, I certainly don’t trust Parker not to hurt me. I decide that obeying him is safer for me than anything else, and I get up on my hands and knees.
“What are you doing?” I ask, but it’s painfully obvious as he only pulls my pajama bottoms and underwear down far enough to reveal my ass.
The elastic rests against my pussy, applying all kinds of strange pressure that doesn’t get me off but reminds me that’s not the part of me he’s interested in right now anyway.
“Stay calm,” he growls.
“How am I supposed to when you’re acting like this?”
That seems to get his attention. “I had a rough night. I need to take the edge off.” His voice doesn’t sound like his own; his words wrestled from somewhere deep and dark inside him. “No more talking,” he says, opening the bottle and squeezing some into his hand.
I’m terrified of how much this is going to hurt, how quickly he plans to penetrate me, and how much of that thick cock I could possibly fit in my ass, but I’m shocked by the press of a small finger against my ass.
Wet lube coats my skin as he spreads it, and when he nudges into my ass for the first time, I’m sure it’s just his pinky.
The sensation is a little strange, and I wouldn’t say I like it, but it’s tolerable, and most surprisingly, my pussy complains, like she wishes the attention were on her.
The part that surprises me most is the way Parker moans, like this is the hottest thing he’s ever seen or done.
As he pumps his finger, pushing slightly deeper each time, I’m obsessed with the way he breathes and responds.
I know he’s not always like this. When we all fucked in the weight room, he was so controlled, but he’s the opposite now, and I’m obsessed with this side of him, and as a side effect, the game we’re playing.
“Such a tight ass,” he muses, but I’m sure he’s talking to himself.
He puts another squeeze of lube before trading fingers for a thicker one.
The change in the stretch isn’t too abrupt, but there’s an unnatural sensation as he shoves inside me.
This one he plays with just as long. When he switches to his middle finger, I start to think he plans to use every finger inside me just for fun.
I gasp aloud as two fingers penetrate me this time.
“Fuck,” he grits to himself as he works his fingers in with one hand and drips lube with the other.
Some of the discomfort has faded from becoming familiar with the sensation, but my pussy is only growing louder and needier.
He dips the tips of his two fingers into me, slowly opening me until I accept him to the first knuckle and then the second.
His fingers spread around me, squeezing and grabbing my cheeks when he’s finally flush, deep inside my hole.
“Please, Parker,” I whine. This seems to get his attention, the first thing I’ve said that’s done anything to pull him out of this fugue.
“Please what, Sable?”
“I don’t know. It’s like you’re rubbing my pussy, but you’re not. You’re teasing the hell out of me, and I’m so horny.”
“You said you didn’t want my first time in your ass to be on the trail. Is this better for you?” I don’t answer right away. That’s not what I asked for. I want him to fuck my pussy, eat me out, finger me, anything. “If you need to come, I’ll make you come. Trust me.”
“How the hell are you going to make me come by fucking my ass?” I ask.
“Trust me,” he insists.
He’s already got two thick fingers deep inside me, so I just nod and close my eyes.
He pulls his fingers slowly out of my ass, and it feels like he’s spreading them as he does.
I moan with a mix of pleasure and discomfort.
He pours more lube on himself and me, and then presses the head of his cock to my stretched opening.
He’s so much bigger than his fingers, and as he pushes himself inside, it starts to burn.
I whine beneath him, and he shushes me, no words, just animal conversation where he assures me I have no choice but to take all of him. A distinct pop nearly wrecks me.
“Oh God,” I cry.
“That was just the head. Take a deep breath.” His hand smooths over the small of my back, and the touch comforts and intensifies the sensation.
The next several inches go more easily. The head is by far the thickest part of his cock, and every part of him that enters me after is a relief in comparison.
A few strokes later, the strangest thing happens.
The edges of pain start to melt beneath pleasure coiling inside me.
Parker's fingers weren’t big enough to fill me from both sides, so they were a tease, but his cock?
It runs over my G-spot from the back, an insane sensation I’ve never experienced before.
“Parker, I?—”
“What, Sable?” he asks, his breathy tone revealing just how much he’s enjoying himself. Despite how vocal he was when he was stretching me, he’s been nearly silent since.
“I’m going to come, I think. I-I’m not sure.”
“Relax, you’re overthinking it. If I’m making you feel good, then relax and let me make you feel good.
” I do exactly as he says, letting my face hit the mattress as he stretches my ass in ways I never imagined possible.
He’s so big I feel him beneath my spine.
He moans and grunts again, and his cock swells impossibly larger.
The pain that had faded entirely flashes, and apparently that’s exactly what I needed because I fly straight over the edge, screaming as my empty pussy quakes and my ass gives me pleasure I never knew it was capable of.
The pain returns as my orgasm fades, sharper than I could have imagined, and overwhelmed with sensation, but luckily for me, he’s not far behind.
His fingers dig painfully into my hips, and I’m not sure if his orgasm is pleasure or terror as he empties himself deep inside me.
Whatever I walked in on has emptied inside me, and the energy between us is strangely peaceful but dark at the same time.
He pulls out of me and kisses my back, and I involuntarily shiver beneath his lips. I don’t want to make him think I enjoyed that too much or that I want to do it again. Yes, the orgasm was incredible, strange, and intense, but I never imagined myself as an anal queen.
“Do you want me to stay?” he asks.
“The last time I saw you, we fought, and instead of making up with me, you fucked my ass. What do you think?” His cum is leaking out of my ass, and I wonder where the hell his audacity came from.
“You’re the Offering. You don’t have a choice,” he says.
“You didn’t ask what I was willing to accept. You asked what I wanted.” The soft bedside light glows just bright enough to show the strange expression on his face and his drained cock hanging between his thighs. I stare at it, wondering what it would take to make it go fully soft.
“And running tomorrow morning? Do you want me to come and get you?” My mouth opens and closes, and I’m not convinced he broke out of whatever trance he was in anymore. Something very strange is happening here.
“I’m still pissed at you,” I say, not sure I want to cut off a chance to get out every morning, but feeling too used and angry to give in.
“Fine, then I’ll run alone and you’ll rot in here.” His words are so cold, especially after what just happened between us. It’s like he just slapped me. But I never get a chance to close my mouth and formulate an answer because he walks out and shuts the door behind him.