Chapter 25 Summer
A breath gusts out of Parker. His eyes flick over my face.
The man really does have the lustiest stare I’ve ever seen, in a way that’s somehow both measured and intense. It silently threatens to ruin me, and promises I’ll love every minute of it. Beg for seconds.
“Parker,” I urge, when his silence becomes unbearable.
“Heard you, love.”
I blink and suddenly I’m on my feet, the world around me spinning until my cheek meets the cool wall, my back now to Parker. I peek over my shoulder to find him yanking at the waistband of his sweats, freeing the drawstring.
Oh God.
Oh God, oh God, yes—
The feel of soft cotton ghosts over me, just a whisper on my skin. Parker threads the drawstring around my wrists once, twice, three times.
The binding is loose, and it’s a letdown. I hate that he’d go easy on me when he’s supposed to know me better than anyone. He should have a better grip on what I can and can’t handle.
And then the thick, excruciating silence is broken by my startled gasp when Parker tugs on the string snapping my wrists together.
It bites into my skin, sizzling a path through my flesh, up my arms, down my torso, all the way to my pussy.
There’s absolutely no give to it. I feel every pinch of it right in my clit, throbbing against the seam of my shorts.
Parker’s lips trace lazy lines on the side of my neck and he knots it. “Talk to me. How does it feel?”
“I like it.” I’m shaking so hard my knees bounce together, satisfaction filling me the same way it did when he trapped my hands against the wall. Held on to me like he never intended to let me go, wanted to keep me close for good. “Keep going.”
Parker’s hands travel up my body, cupping my breasts.
“And where should I start, huh?” His thumb brushes my nipple through my shirt, drawing out a needy gasp.
“Here? I’ve dreamed about pushing these perfect tits together, sliding my cock between them, more times than you can possibly imagine. Would you let me do that, Summer?”
It should feel weird, shouldn’t it? My best friend’s hands on me, his voice saying the things he just did—it shouldn’t feel so natural. Shouldn’t sound so damn appealing.
“I’ve got something that might feel better than that,” I whisper.
Parker’s hand trails down my stomach. The heel of his palm grinds over my clit. “Here? This is where you want me?”
I’m panting. “Uh-huh.”
“Well, then let’s see what we’re working with.” His fingers slip into my shorts. His thumb slides over my clit in a way that makes me sigh into the wall while his other fingers tease at my entrance. I’m whimpering before he even sinks a finger inside, and close my eyes at the stretch of it.
“That’s gonna be a tight fucking fit.” His words are presumptuous as hell, but my lust-addled brain doesn’t bother fighting him on it. I want him, and every easy, wet slide of his finger in and out of me tells him just how badly I do. “This pussy’s gonna ruin my life, I can feel it.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“The best thing.” With his other hand, Parker turns my chin over my shoulder and kisses me hard and fast. He drags his cock over my ass, groaning into my mouth.
“The best, Summer. And if you don’t think I’m going to spend all night ruining yours—making sure I haunt you, waking or asleep, until you can’t lay eyes on me without begging to be filled?
Love, you have no idea what you’re in for. ”
I’m shuddering, my entire body pleading with him to take whatever he wants from me.
He’s grinding into my ass, finger-fucking me and teasing my clit, and maybe it’s not going to get me there—nothing ever does, unless it’s battery operated—but it’s enough to make my vision dissolve at the edges.
I rock my hips and arch my back, trying to take his finger deeper and give him better friction.
“I’m gonna take you to bed now,” he murmurs. “You’re going to sit this pussy on my face and come on my tongue as many times as I ask you to. And you’re gonna be loud as fuck about it. You got it?”
Shit. A storm detonates in head, the same mix of needy demands and anxious questions that flooded me the moment his lips first touched mine.
Me and Parker.
We’re about to—we’re actually going to—and he thinks that… Before I can stop myself, I blurt, “I use a vibrator to come.”
“Okay.” Parker’s voice is thick as he kisses along my jaw, finger-fucking me excruciatingly slow.
I don’t think my words registered. The reality that it won’t lead to anything but his own frustration when my body refuses to cooperate.
“Parker.” My face burns even against the cool wall. “I try really hard. But it’s never happened without one.”
His mouth stalls inches from mine, hand pausing. I can feel him thinking hard, his jagged breaths hitting my skin. “Do you want to stop?”
Tears of frustration prickle my eyes. Stopping is the very last thing I want. But I need him to understand, to save us both the embarrassment. “I don’t have a toy here. I can’t come without one. And if it bothers you…”
Parker’s hand slides out of my shorts. He takes me by the shoulders and turns me around to see the deep furrow in his brow. “Does it bother you?”
I fiddle with my fingers, my wrists still bound together behind my back.
This has already taken a ridiculous turn.
A moment ago, I had his finger inside me, and now…
what? I’m going to explain to him the pitfalls of my faulty lady bits?
I feel so stupid and vulnerable, and I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
“It feels… emasculating.”
His confusion gives way to a teasing grin. “You feel emasculated by your own toys?”
“No.” My wrists tense against the rope, preventing my impulse to cover my face with my hands. “It makes guys feel emasculated.”
Parker’s humor falls away. “And how do toys make you feel?”
“Oh. Really good. Great, once I get the hang of them.”
“I’m… so happy and incredibly turned on to hear that. But I meant, how does needing a toy during sex make you feel?”
I hang my head, face positively flaming. “Please, just push me down the stairs.”
He laughs softly. “I thought you said we didn’t have to be weird about these things.”
“Clearly, I was wrong!” I cry, looking anywhere but at him. “I don’t know why you listen to me, anyway. I’ve lost my mind. Completely lost it. I just let you touch my—I’m telling you about my vibrators!”
“Summer.” He takes my chin between his fingers and angles me to face him. He’s smiling and it’s teasing, but it’s also unbelievably sweet. “I’m not feeling weird about this at all.”
Parker looks at me like… Parker. Open and earnest. It’s enough to loosen the tension in my shoulders.
“Oh.” I swallow. “Well, I can get off without toys when I’m alone.
But I think a lot during sex. Like, about body angles and making my boobs look bigger than they are, and whether I missed a spot while I was shaving or if he’s having a good time.
” I hesitate. “Sometimes I think about the snack I’ll have after we finish. ”
Parker bursts out laughing. “What’s your go-to postcoitus snack?”
I want to smack him, but my hands are still tied. “Chocolate-covered almonds. And a Diet Coke.”
“In canned form?”
“Obviously.” I’m smiling now, and we’re grinning at each other like fools. For some reason I feel the need to clear the air because I add, “I like my toys. A lot. They’re my best friends.”
Parker’s smile plummets. “Take that back.”
“It’s true. They make me feel good. Like, really good.”
“So do I.” He’s glaring.
I shrug. “It’s not the same.”
“It could be.” He cups my face, thumb stroking my cheek. “I like toys. Toys are fun. And I really like your pussy. If you let me, I’ll play with it however you need to feel good.”
And just like that, I become hyperaware of the rope around my wrists.
Of Parker and the things we’ve just done together.
I want to keep chasing the high of kissing him, those ruthless butterflies demanding more of him.
Yet, I’m brutally aware that we’ve just grossly shattered the friendship boundaries that I’m supposed to safeguard.
And that I’m on the eve of my first surf contest in years. That if I get my way, I won’t be in town past the end of summer.
And he doesn’t even know.
Parker gives me a soft smile, taking in the hesitation plain on my face. “Another time, then?”
“I…” Can’t wait. “It’s…” A bad idea. “You…” Just ruined my life with a single kiss.
“A tongue-tied Summer Prescott. Never thought I’d see the day.
” His smile goes a bit smug as he picks up his glasses, apparently accurately translating every fragmented sentence.
He turns me around and unties my wrists, then runs gentle lines along the dents left in my skin.
“Just imagine what you’ll be like when we finally—”
My stomach bursts. “Not gonna happen.”
Parker flips me back to face him. He inches closer, still wearing that offensive smile. Those goddamn glasses. He brushes our lips together, and a breathless giggle escapes me.
“You’re so full of it,” he whispers, pleased as punch by the reaction. “We both know you’ll be back for more.”