21. Parker
21
PARKER
T here was always a certain thrill about that initial thrust into a woman. The soft give of her flesh as her wet, inner muscles wrapped around your dick and took you in. The sound she made at the shock of your entrance. The widening of her eyes, dilating of her pupils, arch of her breasts, clenching of her thighs. Her hands on your body, gripping with desperate demand.
I liked to just sink in and get lost in the feeling, fucking my way through a fog of charming sighs and groans. And more times than not, I blocked out my partner completely, just using her to focus on my own pleasure, which ended up getting her off too. But there was always that mental separation between me and the girl, which kept it purely physical.
Tonight, I got none of that shit. The second I sank into Hope and her body latched around me, clamping on tight, she had me in her damn clutches. Our gazes connected, all her worries and concerns and wishes and dreams became mine. All my fears and insecurities and hopes became hers. We were in this together, locked tight as one.
I was a hundred percent fully present with her, unable to disengage and float off into my own haze. There was no such thing as my pleasure anymore; it was all ours .
Hope and Parker.
And God, that pleasure was real.
I laced my fingers through hers because I just wanted to hold her damn hand as the lightning bolts of heat licked over me, and then I pinned her arm above her head.
Watching her expression as she adjusted to the stretch of her body around mine, I pressed deeper, making her take more.
Her lips pressed together, eyebrows lifted, and her throat worked as she swallowed, trying not to show her feelings. But I could feel them anyway because they were my feelings too. And they were overwhelming. She wanted to shy away from the connection just as much as I did. I’d never exposed so much vulnerability to anyone before.
And yet?—
“Stop fighting it,” I ordered because I wanted to go up in flames inside it.
Her brows furrowed in knee-jerk annoyance, but then she licked her lips and rasped, “H-how?”
I pressed my brow to hers and cupped her jaw gently. “Relax this.”
“Relax my jaw ?” Confusion laced her features, and she squinted before shaking her head. “Why?”
“Because it’s one thing to concentrate on, and while you’re busy making sure your jaw’s not too tense, the rest of you will naturally relax along with it.”
“Oh.” She nodded in approval before saying, “That’s actually not a bad idea.”
God. This girl. I was buried balls deep in her, and she still wanted to use rational thought. I was going to have to change that. STAT.
With an amused grin, I nodded. “Yeah. So you gonna give it a try and see if it works?”
“Oh. Right.” She grinned up at me, and her smile was so fucking adorable I’m the one who lost my train of thought.
I kissed her, and she hummed in approval, kissing me back. When her legs shifted to wrap around my waist, I pulled out sharply and then stroked back in, setting a rhythm that had her breaking away from the kiss to gape at me with dazed and shaken confusion.
“Par-Parker.” She gulped and then shook her head. “I’m not—This is too—I can’t?—”
“Yeah, you can.” Grasping her chin lightly with my free hand, I lifted her mouth back to mine and slanted my lips over hers, kissing her again, my tongue mimicking the plunge of my cock.
Her nails dug into my back.
I pumped faster.
Her thighs clutched me tighter.
My free hand ran down her spine to grip her ass and hold her up longer each time I pushed into her.
My scrotum drew in. I was getting close. Gnashing my teeth, I tore my mouth from hers and buried my face in her hair, trying to hold off, even as I thrust more fervently, losing any semblance of dignity as I started to pound.
“It’s too much,” she panted, going taut beneath me. “I can’t—I can’t?—”
And then she did.
She came in a flash of shudders and cries, and it was the most glorious sound I ever heard. As her body began to milk me, I surged deep and clutched her hard, releasing into her with a long, tortured groan. “Fuck…”
For the longest time, we stayed like that, gripping one another and pressing close. Then I exhaled and went limp on top of her, trying to brace most of my weight on my arms so I didn’t crush her.
I didn’t want to leave, and Hope certainly didn’t push me away. But my arms were beginning to shake from how much she’d taken out of me, and I finally rolled off to the side to collapse next to her.
We lay there for a moment, staring up at the ceiling and collecting our thoughts before she finally managed a breathless, “Holy shit. You actually made me come. During sex.”
I smiled. “Told you you didn’t need any of that fancy shit.”
Hope rolled onto her side to face me so I could see her grin at my dry joke. I rolled to face her as well. We studied each other as if amazed by this odd ceasefire that seemed to bloom between us. Then her eyes brightened as she asked, “Can we cuddle?”
My eyebrows lowered into an immediate frown. “I don’t cuddle.”
“It’s just this once,” Hope encouraged, poking my arm. “What’s the harm?”
“I don’t cuddle.”
She said nothing, just sent me a look, and I gave in, hiding the fact that I wanted to touch her again with a disgusted sigh. “Fuck. Fine.” I reached for her, asking, “Head on my chest or spoon?”
“Head on your chest,” she answered, curling in against me with one thigh thrown over mine and her arm looped around my waist. Her shoulder tucked into the crook of my arm so one of my pecs could pillow her cheek as her head settled naturally on my chest.
“I can hear your heart,” she murmured a moment later.
“So I actually have one?” I asked dryly.
“You definitely have one,” she answered. “And it’s beating. For me.”
I swallowed in dread because I thought she was right.
The shifting of her soft fingers along my abdomen made the muscles underneath tense greedily, craving more.
She was soft and naked and curvy against me. I slipped my hand from her shoulder to stroke its way down her arm as I tipped my face over to bury my nose in her hair, inhaling deeply.
Her thigh moved so she could rub her leg down mine, and from there, we simply luxuriated in the feel of each other, unable to stop touching and exploring with lazy, content strokes. I found a mole on the small of her back, a bruise on the inside of her arm, a birthmark just above her ear in her hairline. And she discovered the small scar on my hip, a freckle on my neck, and each muscle on my abdomen.
“For someone who doesn’t cuddle, you’re doing surprisingly well,” she praised.
“Shh…” I nuzzled my nose in her hair as I ran my hand up the back of her neck so I could grip her hair. “I’d forgotten that’s what we were doing and had convinced myself this was just foreplay for the next round.”
“Next round?” she asked even as she shook her head. “What’re you talking about? There’s no next round. We made a deal. It was just this once, remember?”
“Yeah,” I agreed leadingly with lifted eyebrows. “Just this one night .”
“Not night,” she countered. “Just this one time .”
“Fuck that,” I growled, taking her hand from my stomach and lowering it to between my legs. “Are you saying you don’t want this inside you again? You don’t want another orgasm?” When her eyes widened, I grinned. “Yeah. I don’t think that’s what you’re saying.”
Wrapping her palm around my growing erection, she marveled over the rigid girth before shaking her head. “How are you ready again?”
“How could I not be? You’ve seen you, right?” When she looked up into my face as if startled, I tugged on her waist and tried to coax her to roll on top of me.
She came with barely any prodding at all, still looking astonished and off-kilter.
Taking advantage of her daze, I slipped her leg over mine and helped her sit upright so that she was straddling me. Then I gripped her hips and settled her down directly onto my lap.
Blinking at me, she studied my chest briefly before sliding her hand up from my abs to my pecs. “Okay,” she agreed, her blue eyes turning warm with desire. “Just this one night. But only if you think you can actually make me come again.”
I snickered and tightened my grip on her hips to grind her down harder, making my cock twitch eagerly, ready to get inside her.
“There’s no thinking to it, darlin’.” I smoothed my hands up her sides to cup her breasts. “If my dick enters you, you’re gonna come.”
“Always so sure of yourself, aren’t you?” she murmured with a sad shake of her head as she started to undulate her hips against my length, teasing me out of my mind.
“Gotta be the biggest ego in any room I enter,” I reminded her with a seductive grin right before pinching her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers.
She gasped in surprise and shifted her hips enough that the head of my cock found her entrance, and the tip entered her a little.
Pausing, she slid her gaze to mine, but I just watched her, waiting for what she’d do next. Biting her lip in concentration, she shifted a little more, moving so that she could fit more of me. She was wet enough that it was an easy glide until just like that, I was all the way in, and we were fucking again.
Hissing out a satisfied breath, I pressed my head back against the pillow and slid my hands down to the tops of her thighs, holding her lightly as she rode me in slow methodical waves.
I watched her from half-slitted eyes, feeling drugged as she set her hands on my chest to brace herself and panted my name. “I don’t—I don’t know what I’m doing up here.”
I scoffed. “Couldn’t convince me of that.”
But the look she shot me was so annoyed that I relented.
“Just do what feels good.” Slipping one hand between her legs, I pressed a thumb against her clit.
“Uhn…” she blurted, jerking in surprise. Then she changed gears from just grinding around on me to pulling her hips up and slamming back down.
“Fuck,” I gasped, my second hand abandoning her hip so I could grab a fistful of sheets and hold on as she started to bounce with more enthusiasm. Hot cum filled my dick, ready to release. My teeth clenched and my spine arched as I attempted to hold back for her.
Dammit, I could not start before she did.
I absolutely refused. Except shit, she was gonna make me explode.
“Hope,” I bit out, commanding her to get her ass into gear. But she was like a woman possessed, riding the shit out of me. She threw her head back and laughed, a little too maniacally, all the power she held going to her head.
It was spectacular to watch, but maybe not while I was already on the brink and trying to wait for her.
“Fucking hell. Hope ,” I growled with more vehemence.
Finally, she seemed to realize I needed her to hurry.
“Now,” I snarled and pressed down at her clit a little more savagely.
“Oh!” She jerked in surprise. Her eyes widened as if she couldn’t figure out what I was doing. Then, her eyes rolled up into her head, and she began to pant, “Oh God. Oh God.”
I couldn’t hold out a moment longer. Rearing up my hips, I pressed my head back as hard as I could into the pillows, and I released.
It was only by God’s great mercy that she followed me a second later, bowing her head and gnashing her teeth with a hiss as her pussy tightened and climaxed around me.
I finished moments before she did and was patting her hip in calming strokes as she started to float down as well.
With a long exhale, she dropped on top of me and melted, her hair splashing across my shoulders, and warm breasts pressed against my chest.
This time, I didn’t need to be asked; I wrapped my arms around her and nuzzled my face into her hair, holding her close and relishing all the skin-to-skin contact I could get.