Chapter 38 Parker #2
She beams up at me. “It’s like you’re a whole different man overnight. Who are you, and what have you done to Parker Woods?”
I tuck her hair behind her ears and cup her face. “Turns out, all I needed was the right motivation.” She goes quiet. Points at her own chest in a silent question. “Yes, love. You.”
Summer shoots up on her toes and kisses me hard.
She clings to my hair and pulls me in, then changes her mind and shoves me back into the counter.
Fucking hell, she’s been plenty enthusiastic in the two weeks since we started fucking, but being manhandled by her like this has the blood pouring straight to my dick.
She trails kisses along my jaw, down my neck, as her fingers fumble with my belt.
I groan into the apartment. “Summer, baby, we have to stop. Or my family will walk in on things that’ll put them in therapy for years.”
Her whimper is soft and her arms fall at her sides. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so jealous of a chicken.”
I bark a laugh. Lift the cooking twine off the counter. “Cause of this?”
“You’re telling me it didn’t cross your mind to use it on me, even for a second?”
“Better question would’ve been whether I’ve managed to think of something other than using it on you.” I taunt her with the twine. “Come on, then. Hop on that dining table and let me eat you for dinner instead.”
She backs away with a laugh in her eyes. “Don’t come near me if you can’t finish the job before they get here.”
“Don’t go shy on me now. What was it you said a couple months ago? You wanted to be edged to the point of insanity?”
“I thought we agreed never to talk about that.”
“Summer, come on. I would never agree to something so ridiculous.” She backs away. I take a step toward her. “You wanted me even then, didn’t you? Naughty girl, thirsting for your best friend.”
She’s fighting a laugh. “Please shut up.”
“Bit rude.” I lunge for her and she squeaks, makes a run for it around the kitchen island.
But I grab her by the waist and haul her to the dining table.
She’s laughing so hard she’s not making a sound.
“Rude girls get punished, Summer.” I trap her between my body and the table.
Wrangle her arms at her front and bind her wrists together.
“They get tied up and feasted on until they’re screaming, and then they get left high and dry until they apologize. ”
She yelps when I sit her ass on the table. I love the look of this woman a lot of ways: Bold Summer, focused on a wave. Timid Summer, cheeks flushing bright. But I’d die to keep her looking exactly like this, always—blissed out, happy, laughing uncontrollably.
“They’ll be here in half an hour—”
“Let them come. Let them see what you do to me.” I scoop her ass off the table just to grab a handful through her denim shorts.
“This ass. It’s been teasing me half my fucking life.
” I nip her lip as she continues to laugh.
“You think that’s funny? Causing me physical pain every time you show up in these tiny shorts? ”
“These shorts do it for you, Park?”
“These shorts. The leggings and the ridiculously tiny dresses. Watching those goddamn swimsuits ride up on the beach. My entire life with you is an exercise in self-control, and I’m running dangerously low.”
She snorts with laughter when I flick open the button on her shorts, but lifts her hips to help me slide them down her thighs.
“Spread your legs. Let me see you.” My Summer doesn’t argue. She props her heels at the edge of the table and slides her panties to the side. I drop to my knees, kissing up her thighs. “I could spend the rest of my life like this.”
She breathes a laugh. “On your knees for me?”
“On my knees, tongue-deep in this sweet cunt.” I take over holding her panties. “Push your fingers inside.”
It takes a little effort with her hands bound, but she pumps two fingers into her pussy, gasping into the room.
This is what I love most about the new us—our ability to go from uncontrollable laughter to moans in the span of a heartbeat.
Us but better.
The front of my jeans goes painfully tight watching her fuck herself.
The next time she pulls out, I join a finger with hers and we sink into her pussy together.
She moans but it’s nothing compared to my groan, the feel of her making me damn near delirious with want.
That’s how we stay a while. Fingering her together as her breaths become increasingly desperate.
I kiss up her thigh, inching toward her pussy, licking and nipping on the way. Summer rocks her hips, offering herself to my tongue. I lean away, sliding our fingers out of her, too.
“Parker,” she says sharply.
“Summer,” I say with an innocent smirk. I inch forward again, swipe my tongue a single time over her clit before moving back.
Her eyes go wide. “You’re really going to play this game now? Make me sit through an entire dinner without coming?”
“Baby, it’s how I’ll be surviving this dinner. Knowing you’re sitting right there, pussy soaking through your panties. So desperate for an orgasm, counting down the seconds until you get my cock. It’ll teach you a lesson about letting people crash our night.”
“Fine. Mission accomplished.” She nods at the front of my jeans, where my cock strains painfully against the stiff fabric. “Take off your pants. Let me take care of you, unless you plan to greet your mother like that.”
“Nice try.”
Summer cries out when I dart forward to suck on her clit, just for a second.
Something absolutely furious flashes in her eyes before she tips back her head.
Whimpers like she’s in pain.“Parker, take off your pants. Please?” Her voice goes breathy and soft.
“I really want to suck on you. Just a little bit?”
My cock throbs. “Don’t do that—”
She slides off the table, and Jesus, she drops to her knees.
Looking up at me with wide, hopeful eyes.
“Please? Are you really going to make me beg for this? You have no idea how often I lose focus, all day at work. Dying to touch myself, just thinking about you like this. About how good it feels to lick your cock, how good you taste on my tongue—”
My abs clench. “Summer.”
“How sexy you sound when you’re coming down my throat. And I swallow every drop, don’t I? Just like a good girl—”
The fake-as-fuck doe eyes disappear when I wrench open my belt and shove down my jeans. I take a fistful of her hair and pull her in. “Make it good.”
She doesn’t hesitate. My groan echoes around us when she sucks me into her mouth, pulls back to drench my cock with spit, opens up even wider. Just the sight of her like this, on her knees, working me with her tongue, sends me careening toward the edge.
Her bound wrists slip between her thighs and I almost black out. It takes a little shifting around but I feel the exact moment she gets her fingers inside herself. She sucks on me harder, in a fucking frenzy, gently rocking on her fingers.
“That’s so good, love. So perfect.” My legs are unsteady but I lean back just to get a better view of her. “I wish you could see yourself like this. You’re a fucking dream.”
Summer backs off me only long enough to mutter, phone.
With a groan and a silent thank-you to whichever entity brought this precious woman into my life, I reach for her phone on the counter behind me.
It takes a few tries to hit the record button, and then I keep the camera trained on her while she bobs over me ever harder. Putting on a fucking show.
“What do you want with these videos, huh? You gonna watch them and play with your pussy whenever I can’t do it for you?
” Summer whimpers around my cock, furiously fucking her fingers.
“Nah, you wanna know what I think it is? You like having hard proof of how crazy you make me. Get off on knowing I’m desperate for you.
Would get my life together for you. Then blow it up all over again just for a single, flimsy chance at hearing that little whimper you make right before you come. ”
Her eyebrows crinkle, eyes squeeze shut, and fuck me. I know I started all this just to mess with her, but seeing her so close has me gently brushing the hair off her cheek.
“There you go. Make yourself come. Let me hear it.”
I fist her hair and hold her mouth still, letting her focus on herself. She bounces over her hand, grinding her thumb over her clit and trembling like a leaf as her orgasm builds. Her whimper is muffled but it’s everything I dream about at night.
Summer rides her fingers until her soft shudders subside. She’s flushed when she looks up at me. Toys with my cock with her tongue, reaches for me with her glistening fingers—
The shrill beeping of the fire alarm fills the apartment.
My chin whips toward the kitchen, where a steady stream of smoke leaks from the oven.
“Oops.” Summer gives me one last, merciless lick, then smirks up at me. “Guess you’ll be the one desperate at dinner.”
I toss away her phone and yank her to her feet. Crush my mouth against hers. “I’m gonna wreck you tonight. Start praying for your pussy.”
She laughs. I stuff my aching cock into my pants and wash my hands, pulling the tray from the oven.
“Fuck. I forgot to tinfoil the chicken.” The skin is burnt to a crisp. And when I stir through the pot on the stove, I find the pasta sauce has burned at the bottom.
Not sure Wynn would’ve approved of the mid-cook blow job break.
The front door opens in the hall, laughter filling the apartment.
“Parker?” Melody calls from the hallway. “Preston Wembley just asked if you need the number for pest control. Whatever you’re cooking is wafting down the hall, and he’s worried.”
In a panic, I wheel around to find Summer yanking on her shorts with her hands tied. I hurry over and wipe at the wetness around her mouth. Comb my fingers through her hair as quickly as I can.
“It smells a little like the liver stew we had up north last year, Brian. Do you remember?” My mom’s voice is the most effective cold shower I could’ve asked for.
The cooking twine around Summer’s wrists falls to the floor just as my sister appears in the kitchen. Melody’s gaze sweeps the room, taking in the utter destruction of the forgotten meal around us. “This should be interesting.”