Chapter 42
forty-two
ASTRID
“Thanks for your help.”
Parker stood to leave from my kitchen table, having helped me in my time of need with a game theory assignment. He had no choice but to assist as he was all mine now—even if we had yet to utter the words “boyfriend“ or “girlfriend.” Maybe I didn’t need to say it? We fucked like rabbits. Was it not implied?
Not wanting to go, I wrapped my arms around his neck. He slowly nuzzled my nose with his and leaned in to kiss me.
Parker pulled back. “Are you done now?”
“For the evening, yeah,” I said.
He smiled. “I have an idea.”
“What?”
“Let’s escape to your room.”
I kissed him slowly, biting his lip before pulling away. “Okay, but like… why?”
I wanted him to tell me what he desired.
“I want to fuck you from behind,” Parker whispered. “While you play with that vibrator you don’t want me to know is in your nightstand. ”
I pulled my arms down to my sides and stared.
“Uh… Parker… that’s?—”
He copied my way of speaking. “Yes, darling, it’s a brilliant idea. You know you want to.”
I wanted to do everything . Or rather, have him do everything. So, I agreed, racing upstairs past Ole. A confused expression crossed his face as we passed. He knew better than to stay upstairs.
I opened my laptop again. I tossed it down on my desk and turned up my music as loudly as possible. It was the sign that shit was about to go down. If people didn’t want to hear, they’d have to leave the vicinity. Clothing flew as we prepped for what I hoped was a wonderful time. Condom secured and properly naked, Parker directed me to where he wanted. Vibrator in hand, I turned it to a slow whir. I never imagined a man would want to incorporate a toy—seeing it as competition.
At first, I didn’t understand why Parker wanted me here until I looked straight ahead. We were there—facing the mirror on my dresser. Fuck. It was hot to watch him pound into me, but I focused on my clit. I turned the vibe up. It enhanced every thrust he made. The sound of our bodies coming together with each movement aroused me. I died for the view as he pulled me back and forth—my entire body jiggling.
The sensation I’d had before on the couch—where his mouth had brought me absolute pleasure—rolled over me as his cock hit that beautiful spot again and again. The vibe’s pulses heightened the feeling bubbling in my centre. I felt like I might piss. That worry faded, leaving me with the most remarkable orgasm. Before he was anywhere near cumming, I made a mess all over my duvet.
“Did you squirt?”
I turned back, “Yes.”
“Good girl.” Parker slapped my ass, satisfied.
Damn, if I didn’t love his approval!
He continued. “Will you cum again for me, Astrid? Make another mess? ”
I would. This time, he played with my nipple, sending me back into that beautiful place—over the edge and into ecstasy.
“Oh, fuck, Parker! Oh God!”
I continued with the vibrator. The feeling of him filling me so deeply with every thrust made everything vibrate more. I got greedy, wanting one more orgasm for the road. He continued as I got closer and closer again before pulling out. Confused, I looked back.
“Keep touching yourself,” Parker tossed the condom aside. “Don’t bother with me. I want to listen to you make yourself cum.”
I was close. Parker dipped his fingers inside me as I rubbed the toy against my clit. He moved aside, suggesting I could do the same for myself. I thrust the toy into me, filling myself with its additional girth, pulling it in until I somewhat recreated how he’d made me feel seconds ago. I wasn’t sure what he was up to, but I looked back in the mirror. He used my juices to lubricate his cock. With one hand on my ass and one hand on his shaft, he stimulated himself. The image of his hard cock as he loomed above me was hard to shake. His grip on my ass tightened.
I came again, exhausted and contented.
“Oh, Parker, yes! Yes! Cum for me!” I wanted to please him.
He moaned and relaxed, still gripping me. I felt his wet, hot load on my lower back. He slapped my ass as if to say I’d done an excellent job. He’d used me to fulfil his fantasy, but I revelled in how hot it felt to be desired. He mopped up his cum with tissues from the nightstand. Clean, I rolled on my back, staring at him now as he tossed my vibrator into the nightstand. I wanted to remind him we should clean it, but I’d deal with that later.
“That was hot,” I said. “So hot.”
“You were spectacular. I saw a moment, and I took it.”
Parker pulled me into his arms. We faced the wrong way, our feet against the headboard. I collapsed into him, letting his arms envelop me. Feeling his stubble on atop my head, I looped my feet with his. I was happy, satisfied, and warm.
“I don’t want to go home, but I’ve got to be in London early tomorrow,” Parker groaned .
“What?”
“My sister is engaged. I need to meet with her about the wedding—costs and such. I’m the chequebook. We’re having lunch. It’s going to be a dreadful excuse for my family to point out once more that I am single and have no prospects.”
“You didn’t say she was engaged!”
“I’m only going because she needs money,” Parker said. “We aren’t close. I know it makes no sense. Families are supposed to get closer—not further apart.”
“I understand. I’m sorry,” I stroked his cheek.
Parker sometimes surprised me with his vulnerability. We were alike in this regard. We had serious trauma due to the loss of our parents, but talking about it wasn’t easy. Parker’s wounds were so fresh. I didn’t pry but let him know I cared.
I had a thought. “Can I come?”
“What? Why?” Parker asked.
“Because I love weddings.”
“She’s a pain in the ass. It’s just lunch.”
“I’m bored. I don’t have classes on Monday, so I’m submitting that assignment right now.”
He groaned. “Astrid, you don’t know what you’re doing, love.”
Love? Ooh! That was new. The Dickish Dude could be so tender. I secretly loved these moments. He may still be a grump, but he was now my grump.
“I do,” I laughed. “If I show up, all will be silenced, and you can live in peace, right?”
I pulled back to meet his glance.
“Astrid, you realise I’d have to introduce you as something, right?” Parker chuckled and cupped my cheek lovingly with his palm.
I wanted him so badly to lean in for a forehead kiss. I lived for them.
“Mmm-hmm.” I turned to kiss his hand. “Yes, your girlfriend.”
“I could handle that,” Parker said. “I could manage you being my girlfriend.”
I melted as he said it— his girlfriend .