Chapter 45 Parker
PARKER
A slow smile spreads across my lips as I start to stroke myself under her watchful eyes.
The bruises on her face are fading to a grayish purple.
They look gruesome right now but will heal soon enough.
She’s so beautiful, so far strong, and I’m not sure how to handle the feelings coursing through me.
I want to fuck her, to hurt myself for ever putting her in harm’s way, and to come for her like a good boy.
Her jacket hugs her, her thick leggings wrapping her legs, yet I couldn’t get enough of her in ten lifetimes.
She smiles as she watches me, and I expect the dominance she’s been trying on to break at any moment, but she only seems to be growing more comfortable in it.
I’m not sure how to feel about it other than the fact it turns me on.
I’ve always wanted to be her big man, but is she really the one who runs me?
“Parker, I really don’t have all day,” she says with thick disappointment dripping from her tone. I’m not sure why, but it makes my cock jerk.
Her telling me how good I did was about the best thing that’s ever happened to me, so I rub my cock in earnest. It’s hard to get the momentum that I need inside my sweats.
I pull them down, releasing myself into the frigid air.
Normally, the temperature would at least take the edge off my hard-on, but under Sable’s control, there’s really no choice but to stay hard and come hard.
She raises an eyebrow and whistles through her teeth at the sight.
I want to ask her if she likes me, but my very last thread of dignity stops me.
My cock leaks, a pearl of precum dripping out and over my head, leaving a freezing line of moisture.
The intense contrast in temperature actually makes me harder, and I wonder if I’ve developed a bit of masochism in the past month.
She stares deep into my eyes, and her blue ones are somehow brighter than the winter sky behind her.
I get closer and closer, my knees on the hard snow, both hands on my cock and balls, and suddenly, my dignity means very little to me.
“Touch me,” I beg from the bottom of my soul. “Please touch me.”
“This is a punishment, Parker.” Because I’m a sick fucker, that does it for me, and I start to come for her all over again.
“Say my name,” she instructs.
“Sable,” I grunt as my orgasm lasts far longer than I expect. “Sable.” Her pretty lips part, and her eyes widen, and I would kill to find out if she’s as wet as I think she is.
“Well, fuck, that’s a lot of cum,” she says.
“Fuck,” I agree, my whole body shaking as the orgasm fades and the cold feels excruciating.
My chest heaves, and I can’t believe I came that hard from my own damn hand.
She’s going to kill me before this is over, I think as I tuck my cock away.
I wonder if the intense cold didn’t add to the experience.
“You can stand,” she says, with a little smile around her lips as that dominant side slides away and reveals my girl underneath.
“I’ve been thinking about what you said last night,” I tell her instead, feeling like this is exactly the place I belong when I’m speaking to her.
“I said a lot of things last night.” She licks her lips, assuming I mean something dirty.
“About why I intentionally brought you here to share with the others when I didn’t have to.”
“Oh?” she asks, suddenly laser focused on me. She takes a few steps forward, bridging the distance between us and placing her hands on my shoulders.
“I know you think I could see how perfectly you all fit, but that’s just not true. I’m not that insightful.”
She laughs but doesn’t argue. “Then why?”
“The paparazzi following you constantly the year you turned sixteen was when I first started to realize how hard it would be to protect you. Then when your dad tried to kill you? I knew there was no way I could do it alone.” My hands wrap around the backs of her thighs as I pull her tight against me and place my forehead against her stomach.
Gentle hands rest on the back of my neck as I speak to the ground beneath us.
“You’re too much, Sable Briarwick. Too beautiful, too smart, too fucking perfect. I needed them to love you too, so I guess you’re right about that part. I knew they would be obsessed enough to keep you safe.”
She places a hand on my chin and tips my face up so I’m forced to look at her. “You gave me four extra boyfriends like a deranged pack of horny bodyguards?”
“Yeah,” I answer sincerely. “I’d do anything to keep you safe. I’d burn down the world for you, and if it means I need those assholes to come along, that’s fine. You are all that matters.”
“I do need you all,” she agrees with a sigh as she leans into me and lets me support her entire body weight. It’s not much, but damn, it feels good. “I need you with me, Parker,” she continues, making sure to entirely slay me as if how hard she just made me come wasn’t enough.
“I’m not going anywhere, baby,” I promise.
We stay in each other’s arms for a few more minutes, and it doesn’t matter if it’s the dead of winter in the middle of this track, I’ll remember this until the day I die.
She makes me feel so fucking alive, I don’t want to ever move from her.
“Let me get you off before we head back,” I beg once again.
“No, that’s not what this was about,” she disagrees, shaking her head. “I’m forcing you to feel good for the sake of making yourself feel good, and if you want to please me, you’ll do what I say.”
“What I wanted was to please your pussy,” I tell her, and she laughs above me, nailing the coffin shut on my hopes of getting my tongue inside her.
Eventually, the cold wind gets Sable shaking in my arms, and I decide it’s time to go back to the school.
We start with a light jog. I still want her to build up slowly, and I’m ready to act like her annoying trainer.
I’m making plans for us, and everything is wonderful when female voices approach us.
Sable freezes, halting to listen, and I’m pretty sure I know which group of girls is headed our way.
“How do you like being the new Offering?” a cheerleader named Nicole asks.
“It’s great,” Arabella says fakely. “I get the best possible accommodations in the school, everything is paid for, and I get to fuck the hottest and most well-connected guys at Bellthorn.”
I reach for Sable’s hand, meaning to comfort her. Anger pulses through me. I want to kill anyone who’s ever hurt her, and I have to work very hard not to do something positively insane like murder them all right here.
“Are you actually fucking all of them, Ara?” one of the girls asks. Sable grips my fingers tightly at the question.
“Not yet, some of them haven’t come around.” She pauses, and I wish I could see why. “The ones I am fucking, though? Unbelievable.”
They come into view over the hill as they keep walking, and they all stop for just a second when they see Sable and me together. Arabella can’t hide her surprise. The same goes for her little friends, whose eyebrows disappear into their hairlines when their eyes catch ours, hands clasped together.
“You’re not fucking any of us,” I say, hoping to violently and rudely dispel any illusions about what’s going on between her and us.
Arabella scoffs. She knows I caught her in a lie, but she’s not the type to go down without a fight. She can get fucked if she thinks I’m letting her say shit about me.
“Oh, I don’t know Parker,” Katie Langston says with a cruel smile.
“We all saw the video.” They all giggle at each other like that means a damn thing and jog off like we were nothing more than a little pit stop on their run.
Dread courses through me, and I pull Sable back toward the school, as I hope she didn’t hear what Katie said.
“What video was she talking about, Parker?” she asks.
“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it,” I lie, hoping to God she never sees it.