27. 27
“ D o you want to shower first?” Parker asks as the door shuts behind us. His bow tie is hanging around his neck, the first three buttons of his shirt undone. All I want to do is to get him completely undressed, but I had to be a dumbass and say we should just be friends. But with his green eyes looking into mine, I knew that if I didn’t keep that separation between us for now, I would fall too hard, too fast, and the hurt part of me wants to make sure that he really means it when he says he won’t hurt me like that again.
Then again, he did propose a friends with benefits like situation while we are here and I’m not dumb enough to pretend like that isn’t incredibly appealing .
“Yeah, that’d be good,” I say. He gives me a nod, opening the bathroom door for me before walking into the room, taking off his jacket as he goes.
I press my back against the bathroom door for a moment after shutting myself in the room and try to remember how to breathe. And then, an idea takes form. Before I can stop myself I go out to find Parker sitting on the couch, legs splayed, with a drink in his hand. He looks up as I approach, and the want in his eyes emboldens me.
“Could you unzip me?” I ask, turning toward him. Could I unzip myself? Yes. But in my tipsy state all I want to do is push the bounds of his control, hoping he’ll snap and try to kiss me again. I want to take him up on his proposition, but I don’t want to be the one to break first.
He stands, grabs the zipper, and with excruciating slowness, draws it down my back. One finger traces down my spine, goosebumps erupting in its wake.
“Thank you,” I say, my voice husky as I hold my dress to myself.
“I’m here to be of service,” he says, voice rough.
Moving into the bathroom, I drop my dress before turning on the water, giving it a moment to warm as I look at myself in the mirror. Eyes bright, cheeks flushed, hair in slight disarray. Alluring. But not alluring enough.
The water sluices over my body as I wash myself, imagining Parker’s hands are the ones spreading the soap suds over my skin. I finish my shower before I can do something stupid like invite him in, and wrap up in a towel.
“Your turn,” I call as I move into the bedroom nook. I can feel his eyes on me as I grab my pajamas off the bed. I turn around to see him walking on silent feet to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Part of me wishes that he had come over here and ripped the towel from my grip, but of course he didn’t.
He’s going to follow my lead.
As I hear him move about, I try to keep my thoughts from his naked body and how he looks as he pleasures himself. I crawl into bed, feigning sleep, but my arousal is making it hard to focus.
The shower shuts off and I realize that I trust Parker to not let this affect our relationship. That when he says we can be friends and get to know each other when we get home, even if we do this. That his feelings toward me won’t change, his interest won’t lessen, just because we have sex. But I’m going to have to be the one to initiate anything.
Throwing back the covers, I stand from the bed, hastily pulling my clothes off my body. I lay down on my side, leaning against the headboard, my legs spread. I consider touching myself so he can find me, much like I found him.
I hear the curtain being ripped back, the metal rings holding it to the bar clinking as it collects on one side. Thoughts of Parker’s wet body fill my brain once more and my mouth waters.
Shaking my head, I lay on my back above the covers, one arm behind my head while my other sits on my stomach. His footsteps echo against the floor, my heart racing as they get closer, and I hear them stop as he catches sight of me. But I don’t take my eyes off the ceiling.
“I have an IUD,” I tell him, simply.
“Anastasia,” he says, but I can hear the lust dripping off my name. “What are you doing? ”
“Taking you up on your offer,” I say, finally looking at him. I pull my knees up, setting my feet on the bed before letting my knees fall to the sides.
His knuckles are white on the towel, but I can see that he’s hard.
“You’ve been drinking,” he says, his eyes on the space between my legs. “I’d be taking advantage.”
I wait a beat. Two. I slowly close my legs and flip over to my stomach as if I’m going to go to sleep. I hear him take another step toward the bed and smile. Feeling powerful, I slowly raise my ass into the air in invitation, until I’m on my knees with my chest still against the bed. The air is cool against my exposed core, but I don’t care. Embarrassment should be flooding me at such a wanton, desperate display, but all I feel is an insatiable hunger I know will never abate.
This is a bad idea.
I know it is, but maybe if we don’t talk, don’t make a big deal out of it, we can just enjoy the pleasure.
“Take advantage of me, Parker.” Before his name has left my lips, I hear his towel drop to the floor.
The bed dips as he moves behind me. His fingers brush my ankles before traveling up, drawing all rational thought from my brain.
Tomorrow is going to be a nightmare. But his large hands grab my ass cheeks and bare me to his gaze.
I jolt as if tased as his tongue swipes through my pooling wetness.
He jostles slightly behind me as I feel him kneel, knocking my legs a little wider as he settles in. The head of his cock brushes my opening. Once. Twice. Three times, allowing me to move away, and when I don’t, he pushes in.
Just an inch. Barely inside me.
Not enough .
Never enough.
But I say nothing. I don’t moan at the slight stretch, no matter how much I want to, as he pushes that inch in and out, giving me just a taste of what I want.
His hands continue their exploration of my body, traveling up my back and fisting tightly in my hair. But only for a moment. He’s edging me in every possible way. Continuing their journey, the exploring, his hands find their way down my arms and settle on my wrists. Pausing the slow movement of his hips, he grabs my wrists. With little effort, he raises my upper body off the mattress before settling my hands against the headboard.
Warm fingers encircle mine as he makes sure my grip is tight before letting his hands explore my breasts. With the lightest pressure, his fingertips circle the tight points of my nipples. The sharp, and sudden, twist makes me want to cry out at the delicious pain, but my teeth clamp together, locking the scream down like gold in a vault.
My pussy throbs with anticipation as his hands make their way back down to my ass once more. He lets out the softest moan as he spreads me again, my inner thighs soaked from his ministrations.
Grabbing handfuls of my hips, he thrusts into me and a silent scream escapes as his thick cock slides home inside me. He pauses, letting me adjust. I feel the addiction take root as he pulls out with excruciating slowness.
The headboard slams against the wall as he thrusts back into me, the sound of our hips meeting echoing around the otherwise silent room. More prepared, the pain diminishes into pleasure. I want to moan. Beg him for more. But I don’t, not wanting to break our silent agreement .
As he pulls out again, I squeeze my muscles around him, making him suck in a breath as he withdraws.
The move seems to push mild mannered Parker down, a wild, rutting man left in his place. He shifts behind me before slamming into me. Again and again and again.
The wall gets marked up as he takes me ferociously. My legs quake while sweat starts to bead along my spine. Our sawing breaths cleave the air as he punishes me. I won’t be able to walk tomorrow, but I don’t care as my orgasm starts to build.
Feeling my body begin to tighten, one of his hands drops as he begins playing with my clit, gathering my wetness on his fingers. The pace is relentless as Parker takes me, but I meet him thrust for thrust, hungry for everything he gives.
The wood of the headboard groans beneath the onslaught of his thrusts, but I barely hear it as his hand that was playing with my clit makes its way to my ass.
Circling the hole, his fingers drive me wild as they seemingly ask for permission. My head nods my enthusiastic consent as the tip breaches the entrance. I begin pushing myself back onto him, taking his finger deeper as my grunts start to come unbidden.
My muscles tighten as the crest of ecstasy nears.
Right as I fall over the edge, he adds another finger, filling me to the brim, causing me to explode.
My vision goes spotty as a guttural moan rips from my throat, the orgasm claiming my body as thoroughly as Parker claims me. After what feels like an eternity, I settle back into my body as his strokes become undisciplined. Frantic, even.
Leaning over me, he grabs onto the headboard. His sweat soaked abs flex as he drives himself into me as hard as he can, growling in my ear. I feel his cock thicken and with the first pulse of his release inside me, his teeth clamp down where my neck meets my shoulder, where he kissed me so tenderly earlier, pulling a shout of pain and pleasure from my mouth. His teeth push me into a second, smaller orgasm as he fills me with every drop of his come.
He rests against me, panting. My limbs shake, trying to keep us from falling to the bed. Parker pulls out of my aching body, but despite the soreness I want more. His feet pad to the bathroom and I hear the sink turn on as I drop down to the bed, unable to move.
The bed dips when he comes back. I cry out as he gently drags a warm washcloth between my legs.
“Sorry,” he whispers before placing a kiss on my lower back. I don’t know if he’s apologizing for the soreness he caused or for giving in in the first place, so I don’t respond but I spread my legs a little further, giving him better access. I start to drift off as he takes care of me and seconds before I’m pulled beneath the surface of consciousness, I could swear I hear him whisper, “I don’t think I can let you go.”