CHAPTER THIRTEEN
POPPY
I don’t actually know if my body is physically capable of handling a second orgasm after the first one rocked me so hard, I saw a blinding white light for a moment. But I’m also okay if I die trying. Hell, maybe I’ll see another white light.
Then again, you probably don’t get into heaven if you’ve been eaten out by the devil. Because there’s no way his tongue is just a normal human tongue. It’s at least witchcraft or something, imbued with magical orgasm powers.
When I don’t answer him right away, he grips my thigh. It makes me think if I don’t answer, he’ll just snatch the orgasm right out of my body however he sees fit. And honestly, I kind of want him to.
“Choose, Poppy,” he says. “Or I’ll choose for you.”
A shiver runs down my spine. My entire body reacts to what he just said, my hips casually arching toward him. My hands tug at the mattress beneath me. Even my mouth goes slack as I practically pant. I’m panting. A man is making me pant like a dog. If I wasn’t experiencing it, I wouldn’t even believe it was true.
I don’t know what it is about Parker, what’s drawing me in. I don’t know why I didn’t feel it in high school. Maybe it didn’t exist then. But there’s something about him that is driving every cell in my body wild with want.
“I want you,” I say. It’s all I can manage. It doesn’t matter how, I just want him.
Parker’s lip curl into a wicked smile, his face menacing. Something tells me I won’t regret letting him choose.
“Fine,” he says, grabbing himself at the base of his shaft.
His hand rubs up and down his cock as he rolls the condom on with the other one. The entire site is mesmerizing. I could probably watch him jerk off and come despite not even touching myself.
“Roll over,” he says. “Ass up.”
Oh no. He’s not going to the back door is he? My mind races because honestly, I’m not ready for that. I’ve never done it and something tells me I’d need to ease in.
“Relax,” he says, assuringly. “I want that cunt.”
Ugh, that filthy mouth . Whatever the thing is that’s drawing me to him, I definitely think it has something to do with that mouth.
I roll over, positioning myself on all fours, feeling a little exposed but mostly comfortable. Parker makes me feel safe and beautiful, which helps. I can’t say for sure Wayne made me feel that way. At least not consistently. The funny thing about divorce is you start taking stock as you look back. And more often than not, you find pretty damning evidence that things weren’t as good as you thought in the moment.
Parker’s hand cups my pussy, drawing me back to the moment and far away from my negative thoughts. He squeezes me, his fingers pulsing over me but not entering me.
I push back toward him, into his touch, my body begging for more. These teasing touches have been driving me wild since the moment we got here.
A wanting moan escapes my throat as his hand slips away. I feel him shift closer to me on the bed, one hand on my hip to steady himself.
“Poppy?” He says his voice low and ragged.
“Yes?” I say, nearly breathless.
“Tell me you want this,” he says. ‘Tell me you want me.”
I look back at him over my shoulder, no hesitation. “I want you, Parker. I want this.”
Parker moves in, his dick sliding over me. As he begins to move back and forth, the tip teases my clit. My eyes rolls back in pleasure, in want. I need this.
I press my ass flush against him, silently begging for relief. His hand presses into the small of my back, as he lines up with me. And then, he parts me. The tip lingers there for a moment before pushing slowly in, filling me up.
The pressure of him inside me is almost more than I can take as he slides back out and then in again. His thick cock makes me ache and I know it won’t take long to come again.
He moves one hand to my shoulder as he leans closer to me, his chest grazing my back. He thrusts deep into me, nearly causing me to lose balance. I the side of my face into the mattress, my hands outstretched, gripping the sheets.
“Touch yourself,” he says. “Reach back and pet that clit, mama.”
Dear god. I do as instructed, pressing two fingers against myself. The combination of his cock and my hand has my quivering, legs shaking.
“That’s it,” he says. “Feel me inside you.”
My hand wanders back a little further, my fingers grazing his shaft as he pushes into me and back out. It’s intoxicating. I return to my clit, swirling over it in rhythm with Parker. His pace quickens, his body slamming against mine again and again.
I push back, an orgasm building inside me. “I’m going to come.” My voice is barely above a whisper, breaths ragged and shallow. It’s like a hurricane, this entire thing. I’m being swept up and away, spiraling.
All at once my body is practically convulsing. But on the inside, I’m floating, riding a high I’ve never experienced before in my life.
Parker’s hands grip me, his body stiffening as his pace picks up again.
“Fuck,” he cries out as he holds onto me, the two of us immersed in something out of this world.
Finally, he collapses against me, his orgasm coming to an end. Slowly pulling out, he shifts to the side to spoon me. His arms wrap tightly around my waist as we attempt to breathe right again.
“Damn.” It’s the only word I can manage at the moment. Just damn. Because that was beyond amazing.
“Yeah,” he says. “I agree.”
We laugh together, his cheek nestling mine. We may be at a loss for words, but it’s not for a lack of comfort. This is what it’s like to feel… loved. Well, maybe it’s not love, but it’s a strong like. I can feel what Parker feels for me in everything he does. This is intimacy.
It’s in these moments I know what Wayne and I shared wasn’t as strong as I thought it was. Which makes me a little sad. It’s like I was given the bare minimum the entire time and thought that’s what love was and suddenly I’m shown all this other stuff that it could have been. And there’s a big difference. A major fucking difference.
Parker lifts from the bed, kissing my temple as he covers my body with a sheet.
“I’ll be right back,” he says.
I pull the sheet higher, cuddling my face into the soft fabric and knowing as I inhale, that’s definitely Parker’s scent. Clean and manly—the perfect combination. Seems he might’ve washed these recently. It baffles me that there are some who don’t wash them on a regular basis and I have to imagine they smell and feel quite funky. Though, as I look around the room, he appears to be a pretty tidy guy. There’s no mounds of clean or dirty clothes on the floor or stacked on a chair. There’s nothing strewn about at all, in fact.
“Here you go,” he says, outstretching my glass of sweet tea from early. “I freshened it up for you.”
In his other hand, he’s balancing a bowl on top of his glass so when I take mine from him, he grabs the bowl and sits it in front of me.
“I don’t know about you, but I always need a snack after physical activities,” he says.
“Well, I do like snacks,” I say, laughing.
In the bowl, there are fresh cut strawberries, some grapes sliced in half, and a few blueberries. If ever there was a perfect snack, this would be mine. Well, any kind of fruit really. I find the combination of sweet and tangy flavors mixed with crisp textures very refreshing.
“This is perfect,” I say, biting into one of the pieces of strawberry. It’s an explosion of flavor against my tongue and I don’t know if this is just the best strawberry I’ve ever eaten or if it’s actually true that great sex makes everything taste, look, smell, and feel better. I’m inclined to believe it’s the second thing which presents a bit of a problem for me. I can never go back to having mediocre sex. Like ever. I don’t think my body will let me.
Parker pops a couple of blueberries into his mouth as he watches me reach for a grape. There’s no need to fill the comfortable silence between us. It’s something else I like about him. It’s not awkward or weird. We can just sit here and enjoy this snack together.
After a few more bites, he says, “I guess I’ll need to take you home at some point.”
Oh, right. It’s probably not best for me to spend the night, even though that’s all I want to do right now. But I don’t want to have to explain to Aiden where I was or come up with some weird lie he won’t believe. Kids aren’t dumb. I sat him down yesterday and had a conversation with him about Parker, and that we were going on a date. Since the separation from his dad, we’ve had multiple talks about what that means and what the future will be like.
Once his dad is settled into his new place, he’s going to get Parker for a couple of weekends a month. We promised him it wouldn’t interfere with baseball, and his dad agreed to make sure he was at all practices and games that fell on his visits.
Once the divorce paperwork was final, I talked to him about how his dad and I were for sure not getting back together and that it was the best decision for everyone because we all deserve to be happy. He understood and told me he definitely wants me to be happy.
So when I approached him yesterday, that was his only question. “Would going on a date with coach make you happy?” When I told him yes, that was pretty much the end of it. I made it clear I would be taking things slow, that I wanted him to be comfortable, and that it didn’t necessarily mean anything since it was so new.
I guess I lied about the “taking things slow” part. I did just sleep with Parker on our first date. Of course, Aiden will never know that. Which is why despite not wanting to leave, I’ll let Parker take me home. And I’ll have to talk to Aiden again about the whole “it’s new so it doesn’t mean anything” part, too. Because I don’t think that’s true either.
“I don’t want to go home, but I should,” I say.
Parker nods, giving me a knowing look. He gets it. And I’m very grateful for that.
After the snack is gone and I’ve reluctantly put my clothes back on, Parker helps me into his truck. It’s a very short ride from here to my parent’s house. Hell, on a fair weather day, you could walk.
A few minutes later, we’re standing on the porch of the house I grew up in. There’s a low hum from the porchlight and crickets in the distance. I’m staring up at Parker’s face as he stares right back. He presses his lips together, swallowing hard.
“I had a good time with you tonight,” I say. “If it wasn’t obvious.” I tease.
Parker smiles, his hand coming up to push the hair back from my face. The tendrils I left down from my ponytail have since gone wild. Sex hair will do that.
“I had a good time, too. Thank you for coming out with me tonight, Poppy,” he says.
The pad of his thumb runs over my jawline, the other four fingers wrapping back around my neck as he pulls me closer time. His body is warm against mine. His other hands grips my waist tightly, making me feel both safe and wanted.
His lips press gently against mine, our mouths melting together as his tongue coaxes me open for one last time tonight. Parker kisses me for several minutes, moving from my mouth to my neck and back again. Towards the end, he peppers them onto my cheeks and forehead and even my eyelids.
I giggle, relishing every single one and appreciate his silly side.
“Goodnight, Poppy,” he says, finally pulling away from me.
“Goodnight, Parker.” I release him from my grip, knowing if I don’t do it now, I might never.
I watch him walk down to his truck, his hands tucked in his pockets and wonder if releasing me was just as difficult for him. I have a sneaking suspicion it was and that thought fills me with something I can’t put words to.
When I finally make my way inside and up to my room, the house is quiet. I peel out of my clothes and throw on an old tank top before crawling into bed. The way the cool sheets chill my skin is a stark reminder that Parker isn’t here, isn’t spooning me, and that his body is not warming mine. I already miss it. Which is crazy for me to admit because after the divorce, I didn’t think I’d be ready for someone else’s warmth for a really long time. The very idea of attempting to seek that out in another human was so far from my mind.
But with Parker, it’s easy. Everything about him is calm and inviting. His ability to be a perfect gentleman while also having this totally sexy, dirty side is intoxicating. It makes me wonder how he hasn’t settled down with someone since high school. I feel like women should be beating down his door.
I fall asleep with fleeting thoughts about how he’s still single mixed with memories of his mouth. Okay, it’s mostly the mouth thing.