Chapter 29
Lily
I pull Parker up and over to the tack room.
That has a lock on it. Because I have the worst case of lady blue balls I think I’ve ever had.
Fuck slow, fuck anyone interrupting. Fuck everything that isn’t Parker on his knees because the other day was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced without it leading to an orgasm.
But that’s about to change.
At least it better or I’m going to combust.
I yank him into the small, cramped room that has a perpetual layer of dust covering everything, but I don’t care.
I’m blinded by my current need for him. He must be just as desperate as I am because his hands are on my face, pulling my mouth onto his.
I melt, gripping his shirt in my fists to hold him tightly against me while his tongue pushes into my mouth.
I moan, pulling him tighter against me. I wrap my leg around him, trying to get him even closer.
He parts from the kiss, and I whimper, fighting to bring his lips back. But he’s lowering onto the ground again, and I stop fighting. He doesn’t waste any time in removing my shorts.
“Thought you wanted slow,” I mock.
“Oh, I do, but I’m not risking losing the chance to taste your perfect pussy again.”
I gasp, stepping out of my shorts, my boots are still on but he’s not moving to take them off, instead throwing my leg over his shoulder and burying his face in my core. I cry out at the first swipe of his tongue.
Parker groans, the vibration against me has my knee buckling. He must be able to tell because he grabs my hips, holding me up while his mouth continues to create magic between my thighs.
“Feel free, ah,” I gasp when he sucks my clit into his mouth roughly. I dig my nails into his scalp, pulling him tighter against me.
“What was that, Lil?” he taunts, running his tongue along my entire seam. “I couldn’t hear you.”
I moan, pulling his hair so hard I’m sure it’s burning his scalp, but he doesn’t dare complain. “Feel free to stay down there forever.”
Parker chuckles. “Forever? You think you could handle coming over and over forever?”
“Mhm,” I hum. “If you keep this up I definitely could.”
“What about this?” He does that thing with my clit and his tongue, and I swear I see stars. He licks and sucks almost like he’s trying to pull my soul from my body in the form of release.
I’d happily hand it over to him if he asked. His hands move to my ass, holding me even tighter against his mouth as he pushes his tongue inside me.
“Fuck, Parker, I can’t.” Even with him holding me up my legs threaten to give out on me again as the orgasm he’s so close to pulling from me lingers within reach.
“Yeah, you can,” he encourages with another pull on my clit.
I moan so loudly I think I could wake the dead, but I don’t care. I don’t care if we’re caught. I don’t care about anything if it isn’t Parker’s tongue on my body and the release that’s about to consume me.
“Parker,” I cry right before the orgasm racks through me.
My eyes slam closed, and my mouth drops open. I don’t know how loud I am, but it doesn’t even matter. All that matters is the electricity zapping through my body as the release courses through me.
“There she is. There’s my Lil,” Parker praises, his tongue lapping at my release while I try to find my way back to my body once again.
He stands up, pressing me against the wall, dropping his forehead onto mine while I catch my breath. I cling onto him to remain standing, but also because I’m about ready to mount him like a crazy person.
“We should go inside,” he whispers lowly between us.
I nod eagerly. “Yeah, yup, we can continue this in my room.”
Parker chuckles. “Not yet, Lil.”
My face falls, and I push at his chest. “Uh, yes. You can’t leave me with blue balls again.” I slide my hand down to cup him over his jeans.
He removes my hand from his denim covered dick, but intertwines our fingers. “You got to come. You’re not the one being left with blue balls here.”
“That’s a choice you’re making, though. I’m more than willing to take care of those right now.”
“I know you are, but I told your mom we’re having dinner at your house.”
I grimace. “Lady boner is gone the second you mention my mom.”
He chuckles. “I’m sure I can get it back later.”
“We’ll see.”
He steps back creating some distance between us, but then he’s pulling my shorts back onto my legs, and up to my hips. He leans down, taking my mouth with his again. He’s right about getting it back because suddenly I’m ready to jump on him once again.
“You’re mean to me,” I complain.
“I’d argue that I’m very nice to you.”
I mumble about semantics while unlocking the tack room door and step out into the barn. We walk the short distance back to the house, and I can’t hold my tongue when a rogue thought hits me. “We can go slow and still dry hump.”
Parker sputters, “What?”
“We can make out and dry hump, that would be so hot. Oh my God, we need to bring back dry humping.”
“Would that help fix your blue balls?”
Nodding, I say, “Oh yeah. Hashtag bring back dry humping.”
He drapes his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side, his lips press against the side of my head.
I feel his huff of a laugh against my hair with the action.
He doesn’t say anything but doesn’t have to.
I don’t always need a response. Especially from Parker because I can feel what he’s feeling when it comes to me.
I’m so used to the weight of his arm around me that even when we get to the backdoor, stepping inside, I forget to push him off. It isn’t until my mom greets us, and I see the look on her face that I’m reminded, and I push him away.
“There you are, I was starting to think you got a better offer,” she says with a sly smile.
“Nope, no other offers,” I squeak, and end up clearing my throat.
“Lil and I are going out after dinner,” Parker announces.
“We are?”
“That’s great.” My mom doesn’t question it at all. I feel like I’m back in high school again but also living in some weird alternate reality.
My mom never questioned me with Parker when we were younger. She trusted both of us, even when she probably shouldn’t have. Now we’re adults and it seems like she trusts even more. My dad is too busy talking to Ethan to even hear what’s going on apparently.
“Bitch! Jizz!” Jerry Lee squawks.
I slap my hand over my mouth.
“Lily, can you try to teach him something appropriate for once.” Mom sighs.
“I try, but it doesn’t seem to stick like the inappropriate stuff does.”
“We’ll work on that.” She shakes her head. “But for now, dinner is ready.”
As we all sit down for dinner, Parker sits in the chair next to me. His hand finds my thigh, resting there easily. Suddenly, my Aunt Trish bursts through the door.
“Sorry I’m late,” she huffs.
“You’re right on time,” my mom tells her.
“Hi Trish.” I wave. She looks from me to Parker and raises an eyebrow.
“Hi Lily…and Parker.”
“Hey, how’s construction going at the salon? It looks like they’re really making progress,” Parker comments while my aunt sits down.
“It’s going well, I’m glad everything was submitted before my niece ran the engineer out of town,” Trish’s tone is teasing, but I gasp.
“Whoa, wait I didn’t do anything, Aaron was—”
“Asshole Aaron!”
“Exactly, Jerry Lee!” I exclaim and everyone laughs. Parker’s hand tightens on my thigh at the mention of my ex, but I intertwine my fingers with his.
Everything about this feels so natural. So right. It’s like I’ve been living my life in a daze, one that I forced myself to pretend is normal. Until I came back here, the fog is fading and I’m feeling more like myself than I have in awhile.
Having Parker back in my life has cleared it up more. The sun is coming out from behind the clouds, and I’m finally seeing clearly once again.
Now, if Parker could just forget about this whole slow situation that could be great. I don’t know what plans he has for us after dinner. But I sure know what my plans are, and I know he won’t tell me no.