Chapter 40
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ASTRID
I lay on my bed next to Parker. He popped over while everyone was out. I knew the plan was to make dinner and then screw around. As I couldn’t cook, dinner was a disaster, and we resorted to an order from the nearby kebab shop. We’d made it to stage two. He said he wanted it to feel meaningful . Meanwhile, I just wanted to climb him like a tree while staving off accusations of desperation. Why was it so hard to strike a balance between unbridled hate-fucking and sensitive, sweet lovemaking?
“Those are all your books?” Parker asked, looking at my ever-growing Tbr.
“Yes.”
I waited for him to take the piss.
Instead, he asked, “Are they like… sexy? Or are these the ones without the sex?”
I burst out laughing. “If there isn’t spice anymore, I struggle. Not even a fade-to-black will do. I’m not into monsters or aliens. I won’t spurn the occasional vampire, but I mainly read contemporary, sometimes a bodice-ripping historical.”
“Monsters? Aliens? ”
“Oh, I’d blow your mind if I told you much more,” I said.
Rolling on his side, Parker stared, his fingers running through my hair tenderly. “What is the hottest thing you’ve ever read in a book?”
“Uh… you don’t want to know.”
“I do.”
I bit, hoping not to embarrass myself. “It’s honestly a historical. He’s the heir when her father dies. She must marry him to ensure the house and lands stay in her hands. It’s a marriage of convenience. There is this scene… she jokes that she cannot even stand to look at him, so how could she shag him?”
“But she does?”
“Would I be telling you this if she didn’t, Parker?”
“No.”
“He gets her all wound up. She’s down, but it’s a bit of a hate-fuck. And she’s not inexperienced. He realises they could have fun. So, he blindfolds her and?—”
“Would you like that?” Parker asked.
“What? To be blindfolded?”
“Yes, princess,” Parker said.
The more I learned about Parker, the less I knew. God, he was gorgeous, though. I got lost in his brown eyes as they looked me up and down. I think he was practically drooling. While part of me wanted to tell him I just wanted him to take me, the other was fascinated by the idea he might follow through with it.
I bit my lip and played with the collar of his shirt. “Uh-huh. I mean, if you want to.”
“I would be delighted.”
I first sourced a scarf and handed it over.
“Hermes. Do you only own Hermes? How much do these run?”
Hand on my hip, I asked, “Are you here to question my conspicuous consumption or to send me to the moon on an orgasm?”
“Point taken, Astrid.”
“Should we get naked?”
“Take your top and jeans off,” Parker said. “Leave the rest on.”
“Oh… okay.”
“I rather like the idea of undressing you. I find it very entertaining and plan to torture you with it.”
“If you’re supposed to surprise me?—”
“Astrid, will you argue with my methodology or just enjoy yourself?” Parker asked.
“Sorry. You’re right.”
He was trying to make it hot while I was trying to win an argument. That could be sexy, but not at this very moment. I complied, climbing back onto the bed in my bra and knickers. By now, Parker was shirtless, giving me a look of judgement.
“I’m sorry. Does this not work for you?”
“No, no. It does everything for me. I’m trying to figure out the strategy .”
“Parker, that’s not sexy.”
“Blindfold on,” Parker said. “Has anyone told you that you are bad at following directions?”
“What about you?” I fastened the blindfold, pulling it into a gentle knot and bending my head.
“It’s why I used to get rapped with a ruler, Astrid.”
“Oh, you could rap me with a ruler,” I said, lying on the bed. “That appeals.”
“I will file that idea away for later, cheeky girl. You like to be spanked?”
“I liked it when you did it the other night. It had naughty professor vibes.”
“You never follow orders without a million questions, Astrid. It’s dizzying.”
“I’m a naughty girl?”
“Certainly. Now, you’re talking too much.”
Fingers ran over my knickers.
“I’m sorry, but you?—”
The words stopped as Parker kissed from below my breasts to just above my knickers. I shivered as he pulled my thong aside and thrust his fingers inside me, tickling the spot he knew would eventually undo me. As I began to ramp up, he stopped .
“Parker, why did you stop?” I sat up on my elbows, still unable to see him.
“If you like something, you need to tell me.”
“I like it.”
“What did you like about it?”
He wanted me to talk dirty, and he’d continue.
“Parker, I’m shit at this. You know I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Parker straddled me, pinning me back to the bed and kissing me. I felt his cock press against my leg. I wanted him inside me.
“I want to teach you how to do it properly, Astrid,” Parker said. “Are you game to learn?”
He knew I wanted his praise. Fuck . I hated how good he was at pushing these buttons.
Relenting, I moaned, “Can you just fuck me?”
“That would be boring. What do you want?”
I tried to use my literary knowledge as best I could. “I want you to lick my pussy, Parker.”
Parker slowly eased my thong off before kissing his way up my thigh to my very wet centre. The more he tortured me, the better it felt. My legs twitched as he first licked my clit before sucking on it and sliding his fingers inside. I could only feel and hear him. The sound of my wetness and his fingers moving inside me was alarming at first.
“Am I that wet?”
“Gloriously wet,” Parker said. “Sexy as hell.”
Okay, well, at least one of us enjoyed it. For years, I’d realised I could get wet quickly with a bit of arousal. If that made Parker happy, it was fine. No matter what he did, I was getting off. Well, until he stopped again.
“Whyyyyyy, Parker? Please!”
“Please, what? Don’t just whinge at me, darling. I need direction . Tell me what you like—loudly.”
“Don’t stop. Keep going.” Parker did as I asked. “I’m gonna cum.”
Parker dug his free hand into the crease of my thigh and moved his fingers like lightning. I was beyond help.
“Oh fuck!”
My legs twitched as I felt like I would ascend. It was all involuntary. Unintelligible and inexplicable French flew from my mouth. He made me feel things I’d never imagined. This awkward, grumpy man could keep me very, very happy. No one saw that coming.
Parker kissed up my body until he reached my collarbone. He bit it, then my earlobe. I was still pulsing, still vibrating with the pleasure he gave me. With a ragged breath, I tried speaking.
“I want… what do you want?”
“What?” Parker chuckled, kissing my neck as his dick rubbed against me.
“Do you want me to blow you?” I asked.
I offered before realising I had no idea how to do it.
“Do you want to blow me?”
“I feel like after that, I should,” I said. “If you’ll be patient with me.”
“I’m always patient with you.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Are you rolling your eyes, Astrid?”
“Yes,” I giggled.
“Take the blindfold off,” Parker said.
I followed his direction and moved down the bed just below his pelvis. I straddle his right leg, staring directly at his cock.
“You don’t have to, Astrid?—”
“I gotta learn sometime,” I said. “My experience is limited to literary depictions of giving head. And… it’s different.”
“No shit,” Parker said. “You can start slow. Anything you do is going to feel amazing. Promise. And I’ll tell you if it doesn’t.”
I bent over him, starting by licking the rim of his foreskin—still not sure what to do with that. Parker shuddered and grabbed my ponytail.
“That’s… good. But if you keep doing that, I’m going to cum quickly.”
Good to know. I licked up and down his shaft, working it with my hand as well.
“Good girl, Astrid. That feels brilliant. ”
My eyes trained on him as I came back up, slowly and gently rolling the foreskin back slightly. The look on his face was fucking priceless. I was a goddamn goddess! I began to take him in my mouth now, unsure how much of him I could take in.
“You don’t need to deep-throat me,” Parker said. “I don’t… it’s…“
He was speechless. I must have found the right rhythm between my hand and mouth because he turned to putty. Playing with my hair, he let out a deep, low moan. I liked the way he played with my ponytail. I continued going, one hand gently cupping his balls.
“Astrid, I’m gonna..”
I knew he was about to cum. It didn’t deter me. I braced myself for what was next. I’d decided in a split second to swallow and get it over with. His balls tensed, and I knew he was close.
“I’m… oh fuck.”
He came. It was a lot more than I anticipated, so I fought the urge to gag. I kept it together, swallowed, and looked up at him. Parker’s eyes met mine, his chest rising rapidly.
“You’re… such a quick study,” Parker said.
“It was fine.” I wiped my face with the back of my hand.
“It was a great bit of head. Sorry. Still coming down,” Parker caught his breath.
Curling up on his chest, I smiled, self-satisfied.
“Are you happy then?” Parker asked. “Because I feel I owe you dozens of orgasms after that.”
I rested my chin on his chest, “You’ll make up for it in time, Parker. I’m sure.”