Chapter 34 Summer #2
Hands now free to roam, Parker smooths his palms up and down my thighs, watching my chest rise and fall rapidly as the toy pulses inside me.
“What do you do with your hands when you use this one, Summer?” My eyes squeeze shut; I’m too overcome with bliss to muster words.
One of his hands slides up my body, closes around my breast. “Do you play with your tits?”
I nod and he pinches my nipple, dipping to suck the other into his mouth. And God, oh God, it’s so much better than doing this alone. Even better when I hear Parker’s muffled moan and lift my head to see that he’s let go of my breast to stroke himself.
“Don’t come. I want you inside me,” I demand. “Parker, I swear to God.”
“Don’t think you’re in a position to issue any threats, love.” He yanks at the rope. Cinches it tighter, forcing my back straight. “Are you on birth control?”
“Yes. And I’ve been checked after…”
“Me, too.” He kisses me, absolving me from having to bring the last guy into our perfect, raunchy bubble.
Then he reaches between my thighs and hits the button to strengthen the vibration.
A strangled shout escapes me. All I can do is lie here, shuddering with pleasure, watching him stroke himself.
The sight is so incredibly hot that the tight pull inside me grows, and before long I’m coming again, pussy clenching on the vibrator.
“Look at that.” My hips squirm, the sensitivity on my clit turning unbearable until Parker removes the toy. “Works like a charm.”
I moan, pushing my cheek into his sheets. They smell amazing, like him. “Enough. You made your point. Please, just fuck me before I can’t anymore.”
“But I’m having so much fun playing with you.” Parker takes hold of my hips and the world spins. I land on my stomach. He yanks on me again, positioning me on my knees with my ass in the air.
“I don’t know if I can.” I try to lift onto my elbows but my body is already fatigued, wound tight, and I collapse back down onto my cheek. I’ve never been able to make myself come more than a couple of times before the sensations become too much to bear.
Something broad and smooth touches my entrance. I barely glimpse my sparkly vibrator before he’s shoving it inside me. “Fuck.”
He withdraws it nearly all the way out before slamming it back in. God, that feels incredible. A perfect, blissful relief from the pain in my clit. “So wet, Summer. Look how easy I can fuck you with this.”
And then I hear another buzzing sound, look down just in time to see him move my black bullet vibrator to my clit.
“No, no, no, no.” It’s pointless. I haven’t used my safe word. And if he did stop, even through the pain, I’m fairly certain I’d beg him to start again.
Parker pumps the dildo into my pussy hard enough that I grip the bars on his headboard to keep myself in place. This one takes longer, more effort from him, but when Parker sinks his teeth into my ass cheek, biting hard, I’m coming with a desperate wail I’ve never heard come out of me before.
“Attagirl.” Parker withdraws both toys as soon as I collapse onto my stomach. He rubs my back, strokes the hair off my cheek. Kisses my neck. “So good, Summer. You’re doing so good. One more.”
“No more. I can’t,” I moan, letting him flip me onto my back. He picks up the last remaining vibrator, the purple one, my favorite. But the sight of it, three orgasms deep, exhausted and hurting, makes me snap my legs shut.
“Poor thing,” he taunts. He wraps his fist around his cock. “I was gonna let you have this. But if you want to quit…”
“Wait. Wait.” The rope tenses as I try to lunge for him. “Please. I want it.”
He chuckles. “Thought you might say that.”
I don’t even have the energy to snap back at him. Parker plants a hand by my head, using the other to coat the tip of his cock over my dripping pussy. I bite my lip, waiting, heart pumping, and…
Nothing.
Parker hovers over me with a line between his brows, eyes fixed on a point above my head, even when I shimmy my hips.
There’s a quip on the tip of my tongue, ready to tease him for clamming up after all that talk.
But then his eyes meet mine, suddenly so soft and unexpectedly vulnerable it steals my breath.
“Can I untie you? Please.”
I manage a nod. At once he’s reaching over my head, pulling me free. Rubbing and kissing at the red lines the rope left in my skin, before placing my open palms on either side of his face.
Just like that, this feels like anything but a middle of the night mistake.
The way Parker looks down at me is so intentional, the kiss he presses to my mouth so sweet. My heart swells so big it fills my entire chest. When I stroke over his cheek with my thumb and Parker leans into the touch, eyes closing, my heart threatens to burst altogether.
Years.
“I want you,” I whisper. Every part of my body already tells him so, but I need him to know it.
He pushes inside me, and we’re both gasping together, eyes on each other. I give a breathy, shaky laugh, because me and Parker, like this? I think it’s exactly where I’m supposed to be. Always should’ve been.
“Fuck yeah,” he breathes, cupping my cheek. “Goddamn you feel good, Summer. I can’t take it.”
“You can’t take it?” I gasp another laugh when he thrusts just a little deeper. He’s barely inside me and I feel stretched thin. Physically. Emotionally. “I’m the one who can’t do this.”
“You can. Look at me and breathe.” He takes my jaw in a massive hand. “Let me in, Summer. All the way in.”
All the way in. Something tweaks in my head, brain scrambling to read between lines like it loves to do, desperately searching for any scrap of deeper meaning.
Parker sits up, holding my hip and pressing soft circles on my clit with his other hand. He watches himself ease into me until he hits resistance. Pulls back and moves in again, a little bit deeper this time. “I wish you could see this. You’re soaking the sheets. Trying so hard to take me.”
I try to get a look, but it’s impossible to do while relaxing my body. “I want to see.” It comes out like a petulant whine and I don’t even care. I’m boneless, mindless, barely human anymore as my body succumbs to the pleasure of his cock sliding into me. “Park, I want to see. Use my phone.”
Parker’s gaze snaps to mine. “You want me to film us?”
All I do is sob an impatient response. Chuckling darkly, he reaches for my purse at the end of the bed.
I close my eyes, no longer capable of expending the energy required to leave them open.
My only indication that he’s located my phone is the feel of his body rocking deeper into mine, sending sharp bursts of heat down my legs the farther he gets.
It’s amazing. He’s so filling, the perfect amount of painful.
“Almost there,” he says gruffly. I circle my hips to help him along and he groans. “Summer, baby, I’m not gonna last. You’re too tight. And you’ve tortured me, watching you come so fucking hard, over and over.”
“Whose fault is that?”
“You’re so right.” He’s over me again, kissing me. A final, hard snap of his hips and Parker surges inside me, hips flush with mine, moaning into the room. “This is so fucking right.”
My brain insists there’s subtext here, but then Parker pulls back, shoves back in, and I’m too busy shuddering into his sheets to focus on much else.
“Open your eyes.” Parker props my phone against a pillow, hits the play button. And holy shit. It’s us. A perfect close-up of his smooth cock working its way inside my pussy.
“Oh my God,” I pant, watching him fuck me as he actively fucks me, kissing my neck. I’ve never experienced anything as hot as this in my life. “Parker, I think I’m gonna come again.”
His hips pick up the pace, knocking into mine, shoving the breaths from my lungs. “Do it. Please. I wanna feel you.”
Parker reaches around, and I know what’s coming even before I hear a click and the resulting vibration.
The purple vibrator touches my clit just as his thrusts turn merciless.
My eyes are stuck to my phone, watching his cock disappear inside me.
But the moment I feel that first surge of heat, my gaze finds his.
His hair falls over his forehead, damp with sweat, and his every muscle bunches with effort as he fucks me. When the orgasm slams into my wrecked body and I clench around his cock, he groans so loudly it’s surely woken the neighbors.
“Summer, fuck.” His mouth falls open, and not a moment later he’s coming inside me, slumping and shuddering against my body. The video on my phone has ended, the screen gone black.
I’m exhausted. Sore. A sweaty, sticky mess, but nothing dims the euphoria coursing through me. A laugh escapes me. “Oh my God, we just did that.”
Parker breathes his own laugh into my neck. “We just did that.”
He’s moving already. Kissing me gently, whispering how well I did, how proud he is, as he strokes the sweaty hair off my face. My eyes close. I’m loving everything about the gentle way he handles me now, wishing I could have it forever.
He starts to crawl off the bed but I reach for him, nails digging into his wrist. “Don’t go. Please, can you just…”
He doesn’t question it, doesn’t insist otherwise. Parker settles back into bed, tucking me into him. “I’m not going anywhere, love. Staying right here.”
Relief pours into me. My eyes shut, brain starts to drift, and the moment Parker sets my ear right over his beating heart, I fall asleep.