Chapter 24 #2
“That’s not what I meant. More that anyone in your life will have expectations—maybe it’s loyalty.
Compassion. Maybe it’s protection. Friendship.
A shoulder to cry on. A good time. Sex. Status.
Money. Whatever it is, we give and we take.
That’s just human nature. It’s more that he pretended to be different than who he was.
And deep down, his values—what he wanted from you—didn’t align with yours.
And vice versa. He couldn’t offer you what you needed. ”
She snaked an arm around my waist and pressed her cheek against my chest. “I’ve never thought about it like that.”
We lay in comfortable silence for what felt like hours. “I like talking with you,” she said finally. “You’re not meant to have abs like this”—she prodded my stomach—“and be wise and thoughtful. It’s strictly forbidden.”
“You can trust me,” I said. “You can have my shoulder to cry on any time you need it. I promise you honesty. And friendship. And—”
“Good sex?” She laughed, and I felt every muscle in my body unlock.
“I’m not Mike,” I said.
She sucked in a deep breath. “I just don’t know how to navigate this.”
“What about one step at a time?” I suggested.
“You think it’s going to be easy?”
“I think every day with you is easy. Much easier than a day without you.”
She shrugged. “So we just . . .” She grimaced. “Go with the flow?”
I laughed and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Try it. You might enjoy it.”
Her hands smoothed over my shoulders. “Does that mean I get to touch you like this for the next ninety days?”
“I positively encourage it.”
She took my hand and slid my fingers between her legs. “Does it mean you get to touch me like this for the next ninety days?”
I pushed my thumb over her clit and dipped two fingers inside her as she met me with a swivel of her hips. “Oh absolutely. There will be lots of that.”
I caught her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and began to squeeze and roll and pull. “And there will be some of this.” I shifted and pushed her back onto the bed, the angle giving me better access. I pushed my fingers deeper. “And more of this.”
I lay down between her thighs and replaced my thumb with my tongue. I began to lick and flick and grind into her. “And don’t forget this.” By the time I was done with her, she’d never dare leave my bed again.
“Oh god, it’s not enough,” she groaned. It wasn’t exactly the phrase I liked to hear in bed. I lifted myself up on my hands to see her face. “I need you inside of me.” That was better. “I want to be full of you.” That was much better.
I couldn’t help but smile. I liked her needy and pleading. It was so different from the capable, independent woman she was at every other moment of the day. Seeing both sides of her, and knowing I was the only one to do so, was intoxicating.
I kneeled up, rolled a condom over my straining cock, and without warning, pushed into her, trying not to explode as she arched off the bed. “Like this?”
“Oh god. I can’t breathe,” she gasped. “I actually can’t breathe. You feel so good.”
“You like me deep inside you, pushing into you like this?” I started up my rhythm, trying to ignore how she grabbed at the sheets, pushed her hands into her hair, bit down on her lip. Like she was possessed. By me.
“Always,” she huffed out. “Always so good.”
I pushed her knees to her chest so I could get deeper and she screamed.
The vibrations nearly exploded my balls and I paused for a second, just to regroup.
Everything this woman did turned me on. Every smile.
Every glance over her shoulder. Every shade of lipstick.
Every scream. It all made me want her more often and for longer. She made me insatiable.
I picked up speed, pounding into her, over and over. Knowing she was vulnerable with me, giving me permission to do what I wanted to her—and I only wanted to make her feel good—was like a drug for me.
And her. It was like she was high on me.
On us.
On what our bodies could do together.
I glanced down to where we were connected—where I slid into her hot, wet pussy—and my vision blurred.
She was so beautiful. Her heart, every angle of her body.
I’d never known a woman could be so fucking compelling, could have me coming undone like this.
There was no part of her I didn’t want to possess.
She reached for me, fingering the beads of sweat gathered at my hairline. She wanted to possess me too. I could feel it. See it in her eyes.
“Parker,” I said, wanting her to know that I knew how she felt—like I wouldn’t stop fucking her if a hurricane tore through the building. Like there had been nothing close to this feeling my entire life and I knew there never would be. Like nothing could tear us apart.
“Tristan,” she called out, her voice full of concern.
I’d been too rough. Fuck, it was like I was trying to nail her to the bed. Her nails bit into my shoulder and she bit down on her lip and I realized, far from me going too far, I’d pushed her right to the edge of her orgasm.
Her entire body began to shake and I couldn’t stop. Instinctively, I knew that she wanted me to keep fucking her, deeper and deeper. Silently she cried out, her back arched and her entire body shook.
I stilled, the blood in my veins dancing with impatience.
“I need more,” she whimpered.
Fuck. I knew it. She wanted what I wanted. She needed what I needed. We were twinned. Aligned. We were bloody perfect for each other.
I plowed into her again, fast and deep, as if I were mining for her very soul.
She started to shake again, her body contracting around my cock. So soon?
“More. Don’t stop,” she cried out.
I clamped my hands over her shoulders and kept fucking and fucking and fucking until it was like I’d run out of oxygen.
A flash of white light tore through the room like lightning, a guttural roar ripped out of my throat, and pain bit into my muscles.
Something buried deep inside me, that had been sleeping for a lifetime, had been awoken.
My orgasm stretched into life, rumbling deep inside me, then chased through my body. I’d never felt anything like it.
Parker began to shake underneath me again and I collapsed onto her, needing to be closer, wanting to protect her and share with her everything I was feeling.
She sighed and I moved to her side, suddenly worried I had squashed her.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Think so.”
I swept my hand down her body. We lay like that until I could summon up the strength to move. I grabbed a bottle of water by the bed, unscrewed the cap, and held it out for her.
“I can’t,” she whispered.
I set down the water, moved around the bed and pulled her up so she was leaning against my chest. Then I held the bottle to her lips. She took a sip. And another.
“You’re amazing,” I said. She really was the most extraordinary woman I’d ever met.
Not only was she deliciously sexy, but she was so much more.
She was insightful. She was strong, sweet, and vulnerable.
She was kind and clever and thoughtful. It made me want to be all those things too.
I wanted to be good enough for her. She deserved a man who would strive to be her equal. A man who’d take care of her.
“I can hear you thinking behind me,” she said after a few minutes. “Penny for them?”
“We need a shower,” I replied.
She shook her head. “I can’t make it.”
I scooped her off the bed and carried her through into the bathroom, then set her on the built-in bench in the shower.
She looked exhausted. As if I’d wrung her out and there was nothing she had left to give.
Once the water was warm, I stepped a couple of feet away, grabbed some shampoo, and lathered my hair.
I’d wash myself and then her. Then I’d wrap her in a towel, dry her and dress her.
She wouldn’t have to lift a finger. I rinsed off my shampoo and then set about soaping my entire body, massaging the overworked muscles as I worked my way down my body.
As I got to the base of my stomach, I glanced over to find her watching me.
A hint of something in her eyes made me stop.
I knew that expression.
She was as insatiable as I was.
Despite the rush of the shower, I could hear her heavy breaths.
She liked to watch. She wanted to know what happened next.
I didn’t take my gaze from her as I pushed my hand down and circled the base of my cock.
Her pupils dilated and her tongue darted out and licked her lips.
Fuck, she was so sexy. Slowly, I began to drag my fist up and around my length, massaging the soap along my hardening erection.
I continued to watch her take in the sight of me stroking myself up and down, rounding over my crown and changing the angle as I grew harder.
She snaked a hand down her body and between her legs and I groaned, tightening my fist. She really couldn’t get enough. Her fingers dipped between her folds and she parted her knees.
I stepped toward her. I didn’t want to miss anything.
My skin buzzed as the water fell. I knew I could stop touching myself and still come like a freight train watching her break apart, but it wouldn’t be as good. It certainly wouldn’t be as good as being buried in her.
I released myself and her gaze shot to mine. She must have known what I was thinking as she moaned out, “Please . . .”
I pulled her to her feet, spun her around, had her kneel on the bench and placed her palms on the marble of the shower wall.
I was so hard, just the spray of the shower on my shaft made me tighten my jaw and hiss through my teeth. I needed to fuck. I needed to fuck her. My animal instincts took over. I pressed my front against her back and sank into her.
Oh, the relief.
It had just been minutes since the last time I was inside her, but it felt like a lifetime of wanting had been for this moment.
I placed my hands over hers and buried my face in her neck.
I wanted to get as close to her as I could, our bodies melded together like we were one person.
I started to move slowly, wanting to take my time so these moments would last forever.
I couldn’t ever have imagined myself being so fucking full of adoration for someone else.
So fucking needy for more of her, desperate to give her everything I had. It was almost overwhelming.
I linked my arms around her waist and pulled her closer still.
Our movements were slow and sleepy as we both seemed equally content to stretch these minutes into hours.
“You always feel so good,” she whispered.
“You make me feel so good,” I whispered back.
She twisted her hips as if trying to drive me deeper, trying to get closer. It was like a daylong rain shower had suddenly morphed into an impending storm. The beginnings of my orgasm had rumbled into life like a distant clap of thunder.
“Parker,” I groaned out.
She pulled away from me and swiveled to face me. Taking my face in her hands, she guided my face down, pressing her lips to mine, pushing her tongue between my lips to meet mine in a way that said she was half drunk on lust.
I knew the feeling.
I reached behind her thighs and lifted her, pressing her back against the wall before ramming into her, high and fast. She cried out as if it were the first time she’d ever felt me inside her.
I didn’t know what it was about this woman, but she always knew exactly how to rachet up my lust and desire.
My hands underneath her, my fingers found her folds and she gasped. She pressed her hands into my shoulders and pushed herself flat against the wall as if she were trying to create some distance between us, like she thought she couldn’t handle the onslaught of sensation.
But she would.
“Tristan,” she called out.
“It feels so good, doesn’t it?”
She began to shudder and writhe right in front of me, impaled on my dick. I was doing that to her. I was making this phenomenal woman feel like the sun was rising just for her and that felt fucking incredible.
The waves of her orgasm brought me to the brink and despite denying myself the orgasm of the fucking century, I pulled out just before I came.
She reached around my chest and I wrapped my arms around her neck, and we held each other, letting the spray cover us as we recovered.
Although I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to recover from Parker Frazer.