Chapter 34
Lily
Have I mentioned I hate being in a big city?
It’s a lot harder to find some random spot in the middle of nowhere to pull over and fuck the hot guy currently tempting me.
Back in Amity it takes all of five minutes to find somewhere to be alone.
Here we have to drive at least an hour before Parker finally pulls over.
I don’t even care at this point if someone catches us because I’m so worked up from the way his hand has been teasing me over my jeans. And the way he looks driving his truck. This man drives me insane. I tried to give him road head, but he made me wait.
As soon as the car is in park, I don’t waste any time crawling over the bench seat, swinging my leg over his lap, grabbing his face in both my hands and crashing my mouth onto his.
He wraps his arms around me, instantly hauling me tighter against him.
I moan into his mouth as my hips rub against him out of instinct.
Like I said before, we need to bring back making out and dry humping, it’s so hot.
But right now, I want to do what I told him I would.
Breaking our mouths apart, I move off him even though he protests. Until I start to unbutton his jeans. Then suddenly he’s not protesting much anymore. He lifts his hips to help me pull his pants and boxers down far enough to free his dick.
I instantly wrap my hand around the thick length, biting my bottom lip to stop a moan at the weight of him in my hand. I look up at him through my eyelashes and drop a trail of spit onto the tip of his cock before moving my hand along his erection.
“Fuck, Lil,” he groans.
I move my hand again, tightening my fist over the tip, and watch his hands clench on the seat as he struggles to hold back.
“If you need something to hold onto, that’s what hair is for.” I wink before leaning down to take him into my mouth.
As soon as my lips are around him his hand is tangling in my hair. He tries to grab onto a makeshift ponytail, but I swallow more of him. He gives up trying to get a nice fistful of my hair and just grabs onto whatever he can.
When I’m as far as I can go, which is not as deep as I would like because he’s too big. I have one hand wrapped around him at the base, and I suction my mouth around him at the same time my hand tightens.
“Lil, I think I need a safe word or something with you,” Parker moans, pulling my hair tight enough my scalp burns.
I move my mouth off him, and pump my hand lazily. “Why’s that?”
“Because you’re going to make me come way too fast.”
“I don’t think that’s what a safe word is for.” I run my tongue along his slit, collecting the salty pre-cum there, humming at the taste.
“With you it is,” he insists.
“When the goal is for you to come, you don’t need a safe word.”
I suck him back into my mouth again, managing to go a little deeper this time.
I smile a little at the accomplishment right before my gag reflex kicks in and I’m forced to pull back.
I don’t know how anyone deep throats, my hat goes off to them.
I’ll never be a throat goat. But I’m damn sure going to try.
I move back down, suctioning my lips around him, flicking my tongue against the sensitive underside of the head of his cock. He pulls at my hair again with a groan. “That’s my girl.”
I moan around him, his deep voice doing things to my insides that has me feeling like I’m heating up from the inside out. When he hits the back of my throat I gag again, and he’s pulling me up off him. Parker brings my face up to his and I whimper in protest because I wanted to keep going.
But then his mouth is on mine, sucking on my lip before sinking his teeth into the flesh hard enough that I gasp. His tongue soothes the sting before rubbing against mine.
“Lil, I’m going to need you to take your pants off and start riding me.”
“Shit, well when you put it like that,” I pant against his lips, already working to get my pants off. I’m quickly frustrated that they aren’t coming off fast enough for me while I remain distracted by his hypnotizing kiss.
“Need some help?” Parker chuckles when I let out a little growl as the tight denim won’t easily slide further than my knees.
I manage to kick them off, vowing to burn them after this. Or maybe I’ll just make sure to wear dresses from here on out. I don’t get to think about it too much because Parker is pulling me back onto him with a single strong arm around my back.
I settle against him, straddled across his lap once again. He’s refused to stop kissing me, and I don’t want him to stop. Ever. I tug at his shirt. “I want this off.”
He reaches behind him, pulling at the fabric and I help by hastily ripping it off so I can plant my hands on his warm, hard chest. Moving them up and around him to run my fingers through the short hair on the nape of his neck, I drop my forehead onto his, just looking into his blue eyes.
So full of emotion, I’m about to say the words dancing on the edge of my tongue that are about to spill out.
I’m stopped when he angles himself at my entrance and pulls me down onto him completely. My words die on a gasp that he swallows in another harsh kiss.
“Parker,” I cry into his mouth.
“I know, baby. Trust me, I know.”
I want to argue that he, in fact, doesn’t know. But since it’s Parker he probably does and seems to always know me better than I even know myself. He makes that even more obvious when he’s able to give me and my body what I need without me even having to say anything.
He thrusts up from below, driving himself even deeper into me and I get loud as he bottoms out. I lift up and drop back down to gain a semblance of control.
“Fuck yeah, Lil, ride me,” he encourages. His palm lands sharply on my ass and I yelp. I want to say some smart-ass remark, but then I’m dropping back down on him, rubbing against his pelvis at the same time and my vision is filled with stars as the pleasure starts to take over.
I yank at Parker’s hair, forcing his head back before kissing him deeply once again. My movements speed up while he encourages them with groaned praises into our kiss and a strong grip on my body.
The air around us feels thick as the truck fills with our heavy breaths, slapping skin, and loud moans.
Being so completely surrounded by Parker and this being our own bubble has every sensation heightened.
It’s like every touch is multiplied by a hundred.
The scrape of his skin against mine. The way he fills me.
His soft lips on mine, everything feels more sensitive, so right.
I kiss him even harder as my hips undulate against him. My clit rubbing at the exact angle I need to feel the release building. I already know once I get there it’s going to completely take over, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to feel anything afterwards.
“You’re close aren’t you, Lil? Going to rub your perfect pussy against me and get yourself to come just like that?”
“Oh fuck, keep talking,” I encourage, his dirty words making the orgasm build even faster.
“Want me to tell you how beautiful you look like this? How fucking gorgeous you are when you’re riding my cock.”
“Yes,” I moan, my eyes falling shut for a second before he grabs my face with a strong grip, squeezing my cheeks.
“Look at me,” he demands, and I listen. “I missed these eyes looking at me like this for so long, you don’t get to take them away again. Not even for a second.”
This man almost has a “Yes sir” coming out of my mouth for the first time ever in my life.
But I don’t get the chance because as soon as his other hand slides between us and makes contact with my clit I go off like a rocket.
I don’t know if it’s the roughness of his calluses, or the fact that he’s making me keep my eyes on him that has the orgasm coming on so strongly.
Or maybe that he’s Parker.
“That’s it, baby. That’s my Lil,” he praises as my release keeps going for so long, I may black out.
He continues to thrust up into me, and while I’m still in the throes of pleasure he groans, bringing our mouths together again as I feel him shake with his own orgasm. I tighten around him as he fills me because I want to keep him there. I want to keep every part of him there.
We both come down, heaving heavy breaths, I run my fingers through a piece of his hair that’s fallen over his forehead. “You know,” I start. “You never asked me about birth control or anything. You could be knocking me up and then you’d really be stuck with me.”
His eyes shine, and lips quirk up in a small smile. “I never asked because I hope I do. I want nothing more than to be stuck with you, Lil.”
I bite back a smile but then have to burst his bubble. “Well, sorry to break it to you, stud, but I’m on it so there won’t be any babies right now.”
He chuckles, kissing me softly. “That’s okay, there may not be yet, but there will be.” He thrusts up, and I gasp at how sensitive I am, but also that he’s pushing his cum deeper in with the movement. “Whenever you’re ready.”
If there was any chance I couldn’t fall in love with Parker Fuller again, that’s completely thrown out the window because there’s no denying it anymore.