Chapter 46
forty-six
ASTRID
I was vulnerable. Parker claimed we could go at it, but I couldn’t get over feeling completely and utterly weird about the whole period bit. I didn’t mind this as long as it didn’t hurt. I supposed people who’d been together for ages would follow this plan. He was more adventurous than I was.
Parker kissed me, pushing me up against the wall of the shower. The wall. This was the fantasy all over again. Steam billowed around us. My body was clean—for now.
“Don’t think about it,” Parker said. “Just relax. It can be fun. If anything, some people think it is even better and more relaxing.”
“You swear?—”
“I swear,” Parker said.
Regardless of fear, I let him kiss me, pinning me even harder to the tile. My lips parted, then my legs, as his hand slid down my body to my core. Cramps be damned, I wanted him to do all sorts of terrible things to me.
Parker bit my earlobe. “All I want, baby, is for you to cum but tell me to stop anytime. Will you be good for me, Astrid?”
I nodded and gasped as he thrust his fingers inside me. It felt unexpectedly good. He went slow, rubbing his fingers against my g-spot for a moment before coming out to play with my clit until I moaned. He tortured me, thrusting his fingers back in.
Parker kissed me again. I moaned into his mouth as he brought me closer and closer to the inevitable climax.
I pulled away, growling, “I want to cum. Please let me cum. Can I?”
“You said please, so you can cum.”
“More,” I pleaded. “I need more.”
His fingers knew just what to do. I felt his whole hand inside me. And yet, it felt good. I leaned into the wall and let Parker pleasure me to the point of no return.
“Oh God,” I moaned. “Fuck! Parker, oh my God!”
I came, clenched around his fingers so tight. And that tell-tale feeling where I just lost myself—feeling the need to pee—took over. I knew I’d just squirted all over him.
Parker’s smile was unmistakable.
“Good girl, Astrid. See, I promised you it would feel good.”
“What did you… what did you do? How did you?”
“You like all my fingers inside you, don’t you, good girl?”
“Is that…normal?” I asked.
Parker laughed. “Whatever you like is normal. You don’t give yourself enough credit.”
I bit my lip and made the mistake of looking down. My expression changed to one of horror. By now, he was cleaning up. He tossed me the tiny bottle of body wash.
“It’s fine.”
He’d not gotten off.
I stammered, “Don’t we… don’t you…”
“We don’t have to,” Parker said.
The big flashing sign his erection posed suggested otherwise. He was so hard—despite or because of what he’d just done to me.
“I could blow you?”
“Nah. The ground is hard, painful, and?—”
“I sincerely doubt it will take so long I cannot tough it out. ”
“Let’s get washed up, and you can do it,” Parker said.
I agreed to it.
We washed up, I put in a tampon, and I was again well. Still reeling from my orgasm in the best way, I stopped him before he even made it to the bed.
“Let me blow you here,” I said. “Overlooking the park.”
“Are you mad?”
I shrugged. “You want to stop me?”
I felt like a goddess when I made him an offer he couldn’t refuse. Parker didn’t even strip off his robe, but I tossed mine aside, happy to let him watch me—nude—as I took him in my mouth. He did the thing where he lovingly played with my hair. No one existed but me.
I pumped his shaft and licked the head of his cock. He shuddered and gripped my hair tighter. I took him deeper in my mouth, sucking in the way I did when I wanted to get him off fast. Given his size, my jaw was grateful he was easy.
Parker grabbed my wet hair to the point it smarted a bit, pumping into me slightly. I didn’t mind. I liked a little pain. I knew he was about to cum as he let out a shudder. Then, he moaned, holding my head in place. I swallowed everything he gave before I pulled back and stared up at him.
“You are… so fucking good, Astrid. So fucking good,” Parker panted.
“The best?”
“Yes. The absolute best. I… holy shit,” He flopped onto the couch. “I love the view of you after, just… waiting for my approval. The answer is yes. You did splendidly.”
“I like doing it with you standing.” I pulled my robe back on and climbed onto the couch next to him. “Makes it hotter. I like it when you feel authoritative—but only in bed.”
“Yes, yes. I know. I’d never want to tame you, Astrid. It would take all the fun out of it.”
I rested my head on his shoulder and wrapped my arm around him.
I couldn’t help but let out a little, “I love you. ”
He rubbed my back. Strangely, I didn’t need him to say it back. Saying it was enough for now. Parker kissed my forehead.
“We’re only going to be able to play this game for so long, Astrid,” Parker admitted. “Because I cannot help but fall deeper and deeper with you. This is almost addictive.”
“It is addictive.”
“Well, I cannot keep my hands off you, and that’s not helping.”
“Uh-huh.”
“And all I keep thinking about is what happens at term end when you go home for a month?”
He was right. I would. I was desperate to see my sisters. I needed to do that.
“Parker, I… I must go home.”
“Oh, I know,” Parker said. “But Astrid, I will miss you so much. I am selfish. I want you in my bed every night.”
“You could come home with me?”
“What? So your family could lose their minds?”
“I doubt they would. We’re both grown. Alexandra likes the sound of you. She wouldn’t mind. The younger girls will be overwhelming, but they will take kindly to you, Parker. And I promise you can sleep next to me every night.”
He considered it. “I want to do it.”
“Then you should. What is stopping you? Your family? Parker, your mother doesn’t deserve to see you for Christmas. She burned that bridge years ago, I suspect. Come with me. Let me adore you.”
I looked up, knowing my eyes always won out.
“Fine,” Parker agreed. “I will go home with you. But clear it with your sister first.”
“I will,” I agreed, then grimaced.
“Cramps?” Parker asked.
I nodded.
He leaned, picking up the receiver to the room phone. I wondered what he was up to.
“Uh, yes. Can we get a heating pad, coffee, and paracetamol? Also, Mars bars, please? ”
He nodded, “Thank you.”
His thoughtfulness astounded me.
“No Whispas?” I asked.
“Nah,” Parker answered. “I went with your favourite. Now, lie down, let’s watch whatever trash TV suits you, and let’s not talk about work. I’ll rub your back.”
“You’re like a one-stop period concierge, you know that?”
“I just want you to be happy. You stood up for me, so now I will take care of you, Astrid,” Parker was tender.