Chapter 35 Summer #2
I fire up the video before I can think better of it, sit back, and cross my arms tight across my chest.
In an instant, I know I’m at a complete disadvantage.
Just watching my calf muscles flex in response to Parker brings me back to last night, the toe-curling perfection of feeling him stretch me.
The camera work is rough at best, unsteady as Parker thrusts and draws back.
But it only intensifies the ache in my pussy, remembering how frantic he’d been with me.
How I could feel his desperation to touch me everywhere, experience as much of my body as he could, like he didn’t believe he’d get to again.
Our sounds fill my living room. Panting, groaning, gasps and moans. The creak of his bed as he fucks me.
I rub a hand over my chest, push the hair off my neck as I threaten to overheat.
My clit throbs when the camera flicks upward, over my body, capturing the way my breasts bounce with every perfect shove of Parker’s hips.
He has a hand on my hip, holding me firmly in place as though I weren’t tied to his headboard, completely at his mercy.
“Un-fucking-believable. Look at you, Summer,” Parker rasps beside me. I glance over to see that he’s hard and leaking, staining the fabric of his sweats. His eyes are glued to my phone, where the video has panned back down my body. Another thrust and his cock is halfway inside me.
Unbearable. This is utterly unbearable.
A soft groan has me tearing my eyes off the video again. Parker now grinds his palm over himself. When he notices me looking, he tugs down the waistband, freeing his cock. Uses the moisture to stroke himself until he’s gasping for air.
Fuck. I’m clamping my jaw so hard it hurts, digging my nails into my palms so deep I must be cutting into my skin. I want it so badly—the relief of pressing on my swollen clit, and the sheer high of feeling Parker fuck me hard and fast.
“Summer, baby, just do it. Pull down those shorts and play with your pussy. We both know you’re dying for it.”
“No way.” My voice is shaking. I catch myself squirming into the couch and force myself to stop.
On my phone, Parker rocks into me another inch, withdrawing to the tip.
Back in, just a little deeper, and out again.
I swallow hard, sweat breaking along my hairline.
Listening to myself pant and moan as he fucks me.
Hearing Parker’s hand stroke his cock beside me, and it’s too much—so much I know I’m about to burst into flames. Die, here and now. Needy and stubborn.
I close my eyes, hoping it helps, and then—
“Summer, baby, I’m not gonna last. You’re too tight—”
That’s all it takes. The gravelly sound of Parker’s voice fills the living room and I’m whimpering, falling back against the couch cushions.
It’s like firing a starting pistol.
The sound barely leaves my mouth before Parker slides to his knees on the ground, so fast he jostles the coffee table, sends my phone and the stack of books flying.
My legs are thrown open, hips are lifted, and I don’t care to pretend, play it off.
I palm my breasts through my T-shirt, pinching my nipples as Parker rips off my shorts and panties.
He hooks my legs over his shoulders and groans into my pussy without a single preamble.
I cry out, light bursting across my vision. I don’t know how I went from death to ecstasy in two seconds flat. But it’s so Parker, wasting no time dancing around what we both so clearly want.
Parker sucks on my clit, pausing only to bring my hands to his hair. “Pull on it.” When I do, he nips my clit and grunts, “Again. Harder.”
He groans loud, face contorted in pleasure. He licks a line from clit to ass, and I gasp a laugh at the ceiling, because of course he would. Trust Parker to go all in, this early in the morning.
“I love your pussy, Summer. Feels good. Tastes good. I could stay here forever.”
I’m moaning, scraping at the seat cushions as his tongue attacks my clit, delivering sharp, steady bursts of pleasure.
His fingers push inside me, curling, hitting that perfect spot he’d found with my toy last night.
But in this new world where I know what it feels like to be fucked by Parker, to feel his weight against me, all it does is tease me.
“Fuck me. Now, Parker,” I beg. He makes a sound of denial, finger-fucking me with abandon, and I nearly give in, loving every second of it. “Winter. Winter, winter, winter, please, just fuck me.”
With a disapproving growl, Parker peels away. His face is soaked, chin and cheeks glistening with me. Without thinking, I dart forward and lick at his lips, kissing it all away, tasting myself on him.
“Told you, you taste good,” he whispers. “Selfish little Summer, keeping that sweet pussy to herself all these years. The lengths I’d go to keep tasting you… You have no idea.”
I smirk. “Is this how I can keep you in line when you piss me off? Drop my pants just to make you shut up?”
“That’s how you guarantee I never stop trying to piss you off. May as well go skirts only. No panties. Open access.”
“That’s not sounding too bad at the moment.”
I slide off the couch and into his lap. Parker takes fistfuls of my ass and lifts me, and we’re both moaning when I slide down his length. I brace myself on his shoulders and circle and swivel my hips, working him inside me as we both watch.
“I’ll never get sick of this.” He grunts. “Seeing us together. The feel of you, Summer. Too good to give up.”
I can’t do more than whimper my agreement, but I feel his words seeping into my love-starved skin.
Once he’s as far in as I can take at this angle, I lift, drop back down, and this is it: heaven.
Right here, in my mess of a living room.
I squeeze my eyes shut, forgetting where I am, not caring how loud I’m being or which unbecoming sounds are making their way out of my mouth.
This is me and Parker. My favorite person in the world, my safe place.
A gentle tremor racks my body as I rock over him, and my eyes spring open.
“Park, I think I’m going to come.” My voice is urgent, disbelieving. In all the madness, I’d forgotten about the toys sitting in my purse by the door.
“I felt it.” He reaches for a fistful of hair and pulls me in for a hard, messy kiss. “Keep going. Use me. Take whatever that perfect cunt needs from me.”
We stay like this, kissing and fucking. Simultaneously pulling back to smile at each other because it really is so good. I didn’t know it could feel like this. There’s no pretense, no playing it cool or trying too hard. No wondering if I’ll ever see him again after giving it up.
Just me and Parker.
Parker meets my thrusts, fucking into me while my fingers scrape down his back with enough pressure to make him groan. He reaches for my clit, rubbing firm circles, and I really think… Oh my God, I really do think I’m about to…
He makes a sound of acknowledgment, like he knows and refuses to back off it, now that it’s in reach. “Come on, Summer. Come for me just like this and I promise I’ll make the next time even better. However you want it.”
“Next time?” I’m breathless.
“And the time after that.” He kisses me. “And the one after that.” Another kiss. “And every single time after.”
In the end, it’s his words that do me in.
The promise of more. White-hot heat bursts inside me and I’m coming, crying into the room.
The movement of my hips stutters before Parker grips them and shoves me back down on his cock.
He’s ruthless, fucking me through my orgasm, drawing it out.
And when the bite of my nails into his back turns punishing, when I whisper for him to come inside me, Parker goes off. Neck arching, brows pulled together.
I stare at him in wonder, basking in his pleasure, wanting to remember this exactly so that I can pull it up whenever I need a lift.
I did that. I made him feel that good.
Parker collapses on the floor, taking me with him. I slide off him, and we both gasp as he slips out of me. He throws an arm over his eyes, working hard to regain his breath.
My gaze travels to the ceiling. “I can’t believe I came.”
“I can.” There’s a dimple peeking out from under his arm.
I smirk. “Because it’s you, with your massive unit and pussy prowess?”
“Because it’s us, Summer. We were always going to be magic.” He rolls, landing over me on hands and knees and burying his face in my neck. “Tell me we can keep doing that.”
“You won the bet, didn’t you?”
“It’s not good enough. I want you to want me back.”
I hesitate, even while knowing I couldn’t bring myself to stop at two. Painfully aware that I’m planning to jet around the world for the next year, hopefully the one after that, and that fresh feelings like these might be too new to stand the test of world travel.
But my feelings for Parker have been a runaway train for weeks. And for however long he wants me, however long this lasts, I want to keep doing this.
I want him to keep holding me like this, like I’m the only one who matters.
“We keep it to ourselves,” I say quietly. I need to figure out what the hell Parker and I are doing, and where the hell I’ll be this time next year, before letting any other excited voices in my head.
Parker chews on the inside of his cheek. “Yeah. All right. But I have a condition, too—no more running out of bed in the morning.”
“We should set boundaries. I should sleep in my own bed—”
“No. You sleeping anywhere but next to me after we’re together is a hard limit for me. If you can’t commit to that, then I don’t think I can do this.”
My heart leaps. “Committing is the stuff of relationships, Park.”
“Like I said: Call it whatever you want. I’m not letting you love me and leave me.” He sits up, shoving the hair off his forehead. “Now, come on. I’ve never fucked in a bath before.”
“You’re not done?”
Parker lifts a brow. “Can you get up and walk on your own?”
“Yes, Park,” I say with a laugh. “Pretty sure I can walk to the bathroom.”
“Then I’m nowhere near done with you.”