Chapter 28
twenty-eight
ASTRID
I’m going to die here! I’m going to die here!
“Astrid, I know it looks bleak, but it is a small period of?—”
“Shut up! Shut up!” I sobbed.
The walls closed in deeper around me. I struggled to breathe. I felt ill—fearing I might die. Trapped here, alone with this man who showed no respect for me, and in this awful place I did not know, I was alone. How? I wanted to call Alexandra and cry. I wanted to sob alone in the shower. To my surprise, Parker scooted towards me.
He spoke softly and calmly. “We're going to be out of here. I promise we won't die.”
“Yes, well, good. Because I'd like to not perish as the stupid, hopeless virgin I am!”
The words left me mortified. Why did I keep saying it? I hated that he got under my skin.
“Why does that bother you?” Parker pulled back. “Are you saying you cannot believe I’ve ever fucked anyone? Is this your way of being cruel?”
“Is it so bad to be a virgin? Or do you just think it’s easy for everyone? And that you’re superior, Your Grace?” My words were laced with anger.
He figured it out. “You're... a virgin? Oh, shit!”
“Fuck you!” I hopped up and proceeded to pry at the door. I was getting out!
“Don't do that. It might make it worse,” Parker said.
Faced with dying of mortification or a mechanical failure, I’d take the latter means to the end. I continued to push, grunting but made little progress.
Parker came behind me, pulling me back. He held my arms. “Calm down, Astrid. Please. I don't want to get stuck here longer—for your sake.”
He wasn't going to make fun of me?
“Go on, tell me how lousy I am then!”
“What? Why?”
“I just said?—”
Parker's posture relaxed, but he held onto my arms. It was aggressive, but it still showed some degree of ownership. And yet, I liked it.
“Look, I am surprised, is all. You're... very pretty. I just assumed?—”
“Don’t assume!”
I protested, fighting against him to turn back to the doors.
He pulled me back around, calm but firm. “No. Astrid, you will not fuck with the doors. Stop trying that! Look at me.”
I refused, defiantly staring at the floor.
He let one hand go and pulled my chin up towards him. I glowered.
“Astrid, what you said isn't true.”
“Oh, I cannot be a virgin? You think?—”
“No. Stop! We will not die here. You're panicking. I know we will be okay. As for the virgin thing... it's a surprise, but not bad .”
I wanted to sob. “It's mortifying!”
“Nah. Some guys might even find it hot. And you’re right, I do fancy you. I keep tripping over myself, unable to tell you what I feel. The truth is you scare the shit out of me. And… I find you very, very hot. ”
I stared at him in disbelief. If he was being cruel now, it was over. I’d kill him with my bare hands.
“Do you? You aren’t taking the piss?”
Parker's gaze tightened on my face, confused. He held onto my hand still, tighter now.
Parker spoke calmly, “Sex with a virgin is nothing I'd seek out but nothing I'd avoid. I don't think it means anything, Astrid. It isn’t easy to be your age and not have more experience. I am just… surprised. You are far too pretty and witty not to have had more fun.”
I blushed, “I was... my grandmother is very conservative. My sister was a virgin until she was wed. And then when we shipped the bitch off—I'll tell you all about that sometime if you want—we all got our freedom. But dealing with those expectations and hang-ups is hard. Losing your virginity at my age isn't easy—especially when you’re me.”
Eyes softening, Parker released me from his firm grasp. “It's not a complicated manoeuvre, I can assure you. Do it with someone who knows what they are doing—not a selfish prick.”
“Why do you hate Jeremy so much?” I asked. “Might you be jealous?”
Parker glared. “No, I am not jealous . He has a history of chasing shiny objects. And while I know you are wonderful, he doesn't much care about that.”
“Uh-huh! And you’re different ?” I wasn’t buying it.
“I'm not!“ Parker scoffed. “I bet I'd do a hell of a lot better than he would.”
He threw down the gauntlet! Parker Westfall never struck me as the type to boast about his sexual prowess. Then again, what didn't he gloat about? His tone was so direct and possessive in a way that should have elicited discomfort. Instead, I wanted him more. Here we were— pressed against an elevator door . This was my fantasy in real life!
“I bet you think you would.”
“Yes, well, how would you know?”
“How would I know?” I asked.
I was being defiant, seeing where this led.
He possessively pulled my chin towards his again, kissing me unexpectedly. Our lips met as he pushed me back against the cool metal of the elevator. Parker's weight pressed into me, his hands cupping my face just like I’d dreamt. I kissed him back longingly, almost tenderly. It was much more pining than it was hot and horny. But our bodies—and the way I felt—were going everywhere fast.
Parker's lips pulled away, but our noses grazed.
He spoke, breath hot on my lips. “You think I'm compensating?”
I nuzzled his nose and grazed my lips to his before saying, “I still don't know the half of it, do I? The theory remains untested. Anything I conclude now is based on inadequate evidence.”
He pressed me harder into the cold metal of the elevator, kissing me again. This time, I felt how hungry he was for whatever he wanted. His hands searched down my torso and stopped on my breasts. As he played with my nipple through my bra, the sensation made me moan into his mouth. Parker pulled the neckline of my blouse down and freed my breast from my bra cup. I stared as he pulled back and bent down—awkward as it was—to lick and suck my exposed nipple. I shivered in the best way, my panties feeling wet from how badly I wanted this to continue.
“We shouldn't do this here,” I whispered.
Parker came back up, hand still cupping my breast and thumb rolling across my hard nipple. He took my face into his other hand and pressed against me. I could feel his erection against my midsection as he stared down. We both wanted to do more.
“I'd gladly do this here,” Parker said. “No one is around, Astrid. We've got nothing but time.”
He leaned in and kissed me again, his tongue tangling with mine. The sensation of his thumb barely grazing my nipple again and again made it harder and harder not to moan louder. I pressed my hips towards him and ran my hand slowly down his torso, stopping at his belt.
“You curious?” Parker asked.
I looked up at him, nodding without a sound.
His hand moved down, taking mine with it. He pressed mine against his jeans as if offering me his hard cock. I stroked the shaft slowly, not sure what else to do. I watched his expression—one of pleasure—as I felt it. I tried to fight the grin that crossed my face.
“You want that inside you?” He asked. “You want to feel me?”
I nodded again, wanting to feel him inside me so badly. The urge was brutal.
Parker dropped my hand. He ran his it over my leggings, ever so slightly touching my aching clit. My hips pushed even closer towards him as he did. I yearned for more.
“You're getting wet, aren't you?” Parker asked.
“You want me to be?”
“Very,” he answered. “Otherwise, this won't work.”
Parker pulled his hand away.
“Please,” I begged, very much not like myself.
“You are so polite, Astrid. A very good girl.” The way he said it was devastating .
I touched his cock through his jeans.
Parker stuck his hand down my leggings, pushing my knickers aside and playing with my clit now. He circled his fingers around as he had my nipple.
“Oh, God, that's so good,” I moaned, amazed at how, even in a lift, something could feel this good.
I let it all go—including my worries about the lack of experience. My body wanted this too much to say no.
“Yeah, you like that, Astrid? You want more.”
“I want you,” I pleaded. “You. Inside me.”
He slid two fingers in my centre. I stood slightly on my tiptoes, wanting to take his fingers in deeper. I arched my back and pressed my hips towards him, unable to explain why this felt so good.
“You must cum for me first, Astrid,” Parker said. “So you are good and wet and ready. Because you do need to be ready. Do you want that?”
“Yes, Parker. Oh God, yes!“ I moaned loudly as ever.
He moved his fingers in and out with a rhythm that sped my heart faster and faster. I clenched around them, imagining what his cock may feel like inside me. I grabbed onto his belt as if to steady myself. My breath rose in the tell-tale pattern I knew to be indicative of climax. He stared at me, satisfied as I panted harder and whimpered louder.
“You look so beautiful when you cum, I bet,” Parker said. “Have you ever made yourself cum?”
I nodded. Panting, I said, “A lot. It feels so good.”
“Has anyone else ever made you cum?”
I shook my head no.
“Are you going to cum for me, Astrid? Be a good girl and cum for me? Make a mess on my fingers?”
“Fuck... oh, God! Yes, Parker!“
The dirtier he talked, the more I craved my orgasm. The sweet sensation of absolute pleasure rose from my centre until it enveloped all of me. I shuddered and called out, bracing as I came hard on his hand. The feeling of his fingers slowly pulling out and the imagined visual of him dripping in my wetness made it even hotter in a way I could not describe. He hadn't even been inside me yet, and I felt amazing! My fantasy somehow became a reality.