Chapter 30
thirty
ASTRID
I didn’t foresee a sexual awakening in the bed of my sworn enemy. Naked and kissing Parker, I was slightly nervous but also elated. It was finally happening! Given how handy he'd been, I trusted he wasn't about to disappoint me and knew what he was doing. It was like books taught me. Sometimes, the grumpy nerd was the freak the heroine least expected.
I ran my fingers down Parker’s torso gingerly to his cock. Nervous at first, I stroked it. I’d never seen one before in real life—only in porn, and even that was a very recent development. My Internet was only a free-for-all for the past year. The internal shame ran deep, so it took me ages to discover it. I knew porn wasn't reality. I also assumed, based on the comparison to porny dicks, that Parker was well-hung. He wasn't small like I expected the average to be.
Braver now, I took his shaft firmly in my hand, almost mystified by how his dick could be simultaneously both soft and hard. It was warm, and the skin tender against my hand. I pumped it up and down, examining how it felt and looked.
“Does it meet your standards, princess?” Parker ran his finger over my nipples .
“It's beautiful,” I answered.
“Not sure I've ever heard that before, but I will accept the compliment.”
“You have a beautiful cock; take it for what it is, given that I have no experience in this area.”
Parker smiled, leaning to kiss me. His hand again slipped down to my centre, finding my clit. I bit his lip and moaned. It felt so good.
“I'm sorry I make so much noise.”
“Make all the noise you please, Astrid. I want to hear how good I make you feel. I want you to lose yourself. I need to know how well I did.”
“You are such a competitive asshole.”
“So are you, but I adore it.”
The man could say sweet nothings just as I'd suspected and craved in that ballroom a week before. He was glorious at it.
“You still want to do this?” Parker confirmed.
“Yes, please. Do you?”
Parker went to his luggage. “I only want to please you, Astrid.”
Please me? I was about to faint, almost drooling, as he slowly rolled a condom on his erection. Parker crawled into bed and parted my legs with his body, looking hungry for what we were about to do.
“If you feel anything bad... or want to stop... tell me. Don't worry about me, Astrid. This is about you.”
I felt safe and secure with his devotion to my pleasure.
“And if I am terrible?”
“You won't be. You'll be lovely.”
I was glad for his affirmation, anticipating what it would soon feel like to have him deep inside me. Parker rubbed the tip of his hard dick against my wet clit.
“It may hurt a little, but if it's too much, Astrid?—”
“I'll tell you to stop. I promise.”
Satisfied, he slipped the tip inside ever so gently. That was fine. But then, a little discomfort. I winced.
Parker pulled back.
“No, no, I think it's normal,” I said .
“I don't want to be in charge,” Parker said. “You can better control what we do on top. Trust me, Astrid. Let's switch.”
Confused and a bit self-conscious, I agreed. He gripped my hips and rolled us into position. I straddled him. Just the feel of him against my clit set me ablaze. Why did all this feel so much better than when I got off? It felt spectacular! Now, I knew what the whole thing was about.
“Slow and steady, Astrid. Slow and take your time.”
His words were sweet even as I found myself in this not-so-sweet position.
Sliding him inside, I took each inch with a level of concentration and focus I didn't anticipate. I wanted to feel every moment, remember how splendid he was, and take stock of how long I'd waited. I moaned and fully enveloped him, my ass tight against his hips. I ground against him, feeling his entire length.
“You alright?”
I nodded, words impossible to conjure.
“Good. You look beautiful,” Parker said.
Appreciation of his affirmation drove me further. Any discomfort faded. I moaned louder. His cock rubbed against my G-spot. The entire feeling was impossible to describe. It was like nothing I'd felt before. It rolled over me. Parker's grin and the way he pumped me on his cock made it more real than anticipated. I cried out for mercy.
“Oh god, don't stop. I'm gonna cum!”
“Cum for me, Astrid. Be a good girl and make a mess. I want that.”
I clinched tighter around him. The heat rose from my chest and to my face. My pussy pulsed around his swollen cock. I dug my nails into his chest.
“Fuck, Parker, it feels... oh God!”
And then, I came back down. I kissed him, breathing heavily. It was wonderful. Relieved, I only wanted to get off again, but I wanted him to take control.
“Can you try to be on top again?” I asked.
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes, please. ”
Parker unexpectedly flipped me onto my back. He pinned me, slowly thrusting inside. As his cock entered, tickling every sensitive bit of my centre, things were more manageable and pleasurable than before. I gave over to him. Parker pinned my hands behind my head. I lived for that feeling—that high of him telling me what to do. I let go, thirsting for the hungry look on his face as he pumped.
“Does it... feel good?” I asked.
“You're a mess,” Parker said. “And it's amazing. Your pussy is so good, Astrid. It's brilliant!”
I wasn't too bad, I guessed. Or at least it was proof Parker could be charitable. I hoped it was the former.
“You like to be held down?”
I nodded. “Yes, please.”
“I like to unravel you, princess.”
“I’d like you to punish me.”
That worked. He sped up, letting my hands go and pulling back.
“I want to see your tits bounce again. They're glorious, Astrid.”
I gripped the pillows behind my head for dear life. The more he fawned over me, the better it felt. I never wanted it to end as I got closer.
“You gonna cum again, Astrid?”
“Can I be greedy?”
“This is all about you. You can be so greedy. Use my cock for your pleasure, Astrid. Make me work for you. Use all of me.”
Parker's deep, sexy voice conveyed his thirst for my orgasm. I went over the edge, my eyes rolling back. My legs twitched. The feeling was better than anything I'd ever felt. He continued to thrust—harder as I screamed his name. It only encouraged him. Fuck! Our bodies slapped together. The sound was naughty. This was dirty but so, so good. I suspect he was about to cum. I wasn't sure what to expect.
“God, Astrid, your pussy is so good,” Parker said. “Can I cum? I can't take it much more.”
“Cum,” I said. “I'm so satisfied, Parker. I want you to use me now.”
Grabbing my hips and thrusting hard one last time, he came. I hadn't fucked up. The look of absolute pleasure on his face was unmistakable. My pain-in-the-ass rival had just let it all go. He'd used my body for the best type of gratification.
Parker, breathless, asked, “Why are you smirking?”
“Because now you'll have to think about me naked with you balls deep inside me anytime you try to pull rank or debate saying something rude.”
Parker went to the bin. He tossed the condom aside, dick still hard.
“You think I will?”
“I think I live rent-free in your mind.”
“I will forever have the sweet satisfaction of corrupting you, Astrid. That was worth it alone. You are a very, very good girl.”
He climbed back into bed as my mind whirled—flustered by good girl . He was brilliant at dirty talk. And what was this? Did I long for praise? Was that what filled my cup?
“Tell me how good of a girl I was,” I leaned into it, desperate for more affirmation.
“You are an angel when you scream my name. You are a quick study who is very obedient. I prefer that, Astrid.”
He kissed my nipple, then my forehead in the most tender way. We’d done the dirtiest thing I’d ever imagined, but now Parker was sweet. I wasn’t sure what this was or how we got here. I only wanted it to continue. As much as oxytocin ruled my mind, I knew we were playing with fire. Shagging like this was fine. Doing it again and again with feelings would lead to disaster. We worked together. There were rules and norms. I wasn’t about to be seen as the girl who fucked doc students to get ahead, was I?