Chapter 34 Summer
Parker’s breaths aren’t particularly loud, but they’re like a chainsaw in my head. Harsh and goading, disintegrating the flimsy remains of my hesitation.
Then he tosses the rope on the bed, fists my hair, and with a tug our mouths crash together.
Instantly, it’s mayhem.
He dips to cup my ass with his free hand and I’m climbing him, fingers clawing at his bare chest. Thighs working to hook around his hips, desperately trying to get closer. I thread my hands through his hair and tug in an angry demand.
With a groan, Parker lifts and shifts me until my pussy hits his cock.
He grinds me against him as I pant and whimper against his lips.
And then we’re falling. No warning, just the whoosh of air as we cut through it, until my back hits the mattress.
Parker hooks an arm around my waist and tosses me up higher on the bed.
My nails graze the back of his neck, over his shoulders, scraping every part of him I can reach.
“Harder,” Parker orders. He punches his hips to drive the point home, cock slamming into my clit through our clothes. All I manage in response is a desperate moan, digging my nails into his skin.
Parker bites my lip and I open my eyes to find his face contorted in ecstasy. Eyes pitch-black, brows furrowed. He reaches for my breasts. I hadn’t bothered with a bra, but that doesn’t seem to satisfy Parker any, because he fists the front of my shirt and yanks so hard I pop off the mattress.
“Take this fucking thing off.” I struggle with the fabric, desperately trying to get it over my head. Parker loses patience, takes a nipple between his teeth before the shirt is even gone. He carries my weight as I wrestle with it. Once free, I’m dropped onto the sheets, again without warning.
I love it. I love how frantic he is, how he treats my body like it’s durable, made for this. His skin is hot and soft and hard under my palms as my nails carve down his back, dig into his firm ass.
“More, Parker. Now.” I reach for his waistband but he moves out of reach, dotting wet kisses down and across my stomach. He slides my shorts down, giving up on them once he catches sight of my bare pussy. They stay hooked around an ankle.
“Goddamn, Summer. You’re so beautiful.” His gaze rakes the length of my body, every inch of me laid out on his sheets. That familiar urge to cover up, to get the guy as naked and vulnerable as I am, isn’t there. “I’ve thought about this for so long, I…”
He lays a hand over my stomach, watching his fingers spread wide. Like he’s making sure I’m here and not some figment of his imagination. A laugh bubbles out of me, because he’s acting like so long means years, and not the tension-filled weeks since our falling out.
Tonight, just for now, I’m going to let myself pretend that’s exactly how he means it.
Years.
Parker settles on his elbows between my legs. My stomach pangs the moment I realize what he’s doing.
“Park.” Reaching for his hair, I try to pull him back up. “Parker, I can’t—that doesn’t work.”
“Just warming you up. I’m going to suck on this pretty clit until you’re good and soaked. You good with that?” He yanks his hair out of my grip and licks me, one long, slow stroke from entrance to clit that has me gasping. It’s pleasure, but a little shock, too.
Parker pulls back just enough to meet my eye. Are we okay?
And… we are. The world didn’t collapse. In fact, it seems to have opened up an entirely new wing I never knew existed—one painted ocean blue and smelling of pepper, hypnotizing in its appeal. Luring me deeper one step at a time.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper. I glimpse a dimple before Parker pushes his face into my pussy, sucking my clit into his mouth.
I moan, arching off the bed. His hands grip my thighs, spreading them wide, and he’s relentless against me.
It’s wet, loud, and a little bit mean as he pinches my clit between his lips, nips at it.
I’m already dripping. I can feel it, the wetness seeping out of my pussy, leaking onto my ass. He notices, and when he dips to lick my arousal from where it’s dripped over my rear entrance, I all but buck off the bed.
I’m moaning and laughing at the ceiling, this breathless sound of disbelief and ruthless pleasure.
I’m glad he’s not easing me in, slowing the pace for my sake.
I want him exactly like this—unforgiving and impulsive.
Out of his mind for my body. Parker’s fingers find no resistance as he works two inside me, pumping into me.
“So fucking needy,” he murmurs, watching his fingers disappear inside me over and over. “Already soaked and ready, aren’t you?”
I pant at the ceiling. “Parker, please.”
“Please what?” His expression turns mocking when I simply glare down at him. “Come on, love. A wet pussy like this knows what it wants. Use your big girl words and ask for it.”
I reach around blindly until my fingers close around the rope and toss it at him. “Tie me up, fuck me, and wipe that smug look off your face while you’re at it.”
The smug look stays perfectly in place—grows, even—but then he crawls up my body, kisses me, licking my own taste into my mouth, and I lose the will to fight him on anything.
“Winter,” he murmurs. “That’s your safe word. Say it and this stops. Don’t and you keep taking it.”
My heartbeat has to be audible. “I’m going to need a safe word?”
He ignores the question. “Move up the bed, Summer.” I do what he says, scrambling to the very top of the mattress. “Arms over your head. Knock on the wall.” He waits until I thread my fists through the bars on his headboard and rap my knuckles against the wall. “That’s for when your mouth is full.”
Oh, fuck. For the first time, I wonder whether I truly grasped what I’m getting myself into. Parker sheds his boxers, and I lift my head to have a good look.
Okay. Mhm. Definitely didn’t grasp what I was getting into.
I soak him in as he kneels over me, this god that’s existed at my side for years. The hard planes of his stomach, the deep V lines leading to an unobstructed view of the thick cock that’s haunted my fantasies since that morning on his couch.
He’s… utter perfection.
I can’t wait to feel him inside me.
Parker thumbs my lower lip, lifts my head off the mattress as he shuffles farther up my body. “Suck on it while I tie you up.”
I open wide with a greedy whimper. Parker pushes his cock into my mouth, dragging it over my tongue.
He groans when I close my lips around him and suck.
He’s not all the way in, not even close.
And at this angle, with my hands up over my head, I can’t do much more than give him shallow pumps of my mouth.
It’s even harder once he releases my head to get to work on tying my wrists.
I strain to give him any kind of friction, letting my tongue do most of the work, dragging and swirling against the smooth underside of his cock.
It seems to do enough. His breaths go ragged and he begins rocking into my mouth as he loops and cinches the rope around my wrists.
He ties it tight, but there’s enough length in the part of the rope that binds me to the headboard, allowing me—or, more likely, allowing him to move me around.
When he finishes, Parker angles himself to thrust deeper into my mouth, staring down, watching it happen. “That’s so good. Such a hot fucking mouth, Summer.”
Without warning, he pulls away. My body shudders, fingers finding the length of rope and holding tight in anticipation of him pushing inside me.
Instead, Parker lines up all five of my vibrators next to me.
“None of these work, you said?” He picks up the rose-gold one he examined earlier and turns it on.
Oh, fuck. “That one needs lube.”
My jaw drops when he spits on my clit. “Good enough?”
He smirks at my expression and I’m done. Fucking feral. Toes curling, nails digging into my palms. Already regretting the bonds because all I want to do is tackle him to the mattress and sink onto his cock until we’re waking up the entire street with our sounds.
Then Parker touches the toy to my clit. The suction takes hold and I’m gasping, moaning into the room. “Oh my God. Park.”
His eyes roam my body as I squirm into his sheets.
I wasn’t sure what to expect exactly, but it’s so freeing, being bound like this.
Being kept close, wanted, hoarded by the man who’s been stealing my heart for weeks.
My mind melts blissfully as the toy sucks on my clit, but I keep my eyes on Parker, living off the wonder in his face as he watches me.
My body has been primed for hours, since our moment on my couch, so it takes no time for searing heat to rush down my legs, to coil around me, yank my back off the mattress. “I’m gonna come,” I say urgently. “Parker, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna—”
He adjusts the toy ever so slightly and I’m shuddering, crying out, yanking at the rope, trying to grip onto something as the orgasm rocks through me. I stay like that for what feels like eternity, crunched up as far as the restraints allow before crashing back down onto the bed.
Parker just made me come. Holy shit.
Parker Woods just made me come, and it was… incredible. Not even the slightest bit weird.
“Well, aren’t you just pretty as fuck when you come.” Parker places a wet kiss on my clit, tossing away the suction toy. “And that one seems to work just fine.”
I give a shaky laugh. “Just put your dick in me, already.”
Instead of a reply, I hear a click, a steady buzz. He’s got another toy between his fingers, a U-shaped one that he pushes into my pussy. With his eyes on my face, Parker twists it in small increments, looking for—
“There. Oh, right there.” The rope strains when I forget I can’t simply reach down to make sure he keeps the toy’s position.
He does so without my help, though, and then places the outer curve of the pale blue silicone over my clit.
It’s sensitive after the first toy, but the ache dissipates quickly.