A VERY THIN LINE #2
“Kiss me,” I goad, tilting my head up. I press my palms flat against his chest. “I know you want to…”
Parker shakes his head. “Anders—”
Fuck. My control slips the moment I watch his eyes flicker down to my lips again. I slide my hand down his body and cup him through his shorts, feeling the warmth of his cock on my palm immediately. He hardens the second I do. “Can I play, too?” I ask, smirking. “Or is this just a game for Pet’ka?”
He flexes his jaw and looks down at me with a tight expression, but makes no move to stop this. I have no choice but to keep going, because I refuse to give him the satisfaction of chickening out.
“Kiss me,” I murmur again, softening my voice on accident. I can’t tell if it’s a demand as much as it’s a request this time. “You’re obviously enjoying this.” I squeeze him and smile lazily.
Parker looks over my shoulder, back up at the house, and scans our surroundings.
I don’t need to turn my head to know that the rest of my family is downstairs in the basement right now trying to put all the kids down to sleep.
It’s just me and him. It’s dark outside.
You can barely see the end of the dock from inside the house, and I know for a fact the door to the boathouse has a broken lock on it.
When his eyes land back on me, there’s a little more confidence in them. He knows I’ve lost control, so I’m one good boy away from being pliant.
Everything happens at once. He doesn’t even bother dragging me to the boathouse.
Parker flips me around and presses his hard erection into my back, lifting up the back of my shirt so the only barrier between us is his thin linen shorts.
“You’re a problem,” he grunts into my ear in a low, husky voice.
“Is this what you want?” He thrusts his groin into me. “Huh?”
I exhale shakily through my mouth, words getting caught in the back of my throat.
“If you were anybody else,” he whispers, holding my jaw. “I’d pull these trunks down and fuck you so hard the entire lake would hear…”
“Do it,” I gasp. Heat spikes low in my gut while something bitter crawls up my throat. But soon it’s all desire.
I press my tongue against my teeth to stop myself from saying something reckless, but Parker seems to be reckless enough for the both of us. “No,” he asserts. “You can rub your needy little ass up against my cock, but that’s all you’re gonna get.”
My cheeks prickle, but it feels like flames are trying to split me down the middle. Parker slams his pelvis against me again and rubs up on me himself.
I crane my head back to look up at him, parting my lips. “I think you’re scared,” I whisper shakily. “To kiss me.”
He keeps thrusting, even snaking his hand up beneath the front of my shirt to dig his fingers into my pec. My mouth hangs open as I exhale sharply from how painful it is at first. But then he eases up a little on the pressure and massages the area instead.
“I don’t kiss needy little boys.” But he still leans in and brushes his nose against mine. I can taste the cigarettes on his mouth, but I can’t focus on anything besides his raging hot cock that’s rubbing up and down my lower back.
“Only in D.C.,” I fire back. “Where no one will see.”
Parker closes the distance immediately, kissing me hard enough to prove a point.
Really fucking hard, actually. He always just dives right in, but this one is different.
I genuinely feel like he’s trying to maul me on purpose.
His hand closes around my throat so hard it constricts my air.
I slacken my head and let him take over completely, closing my eyes and humming as his wet tongue slides over mine.
We’re a tangle of arms grabbing at each other and mouths moaning in absolute pleasure.
I hate how good it feels to be kissing him.
I feel pathetic and weak for even letting him come near me, but Parker has always had this insane drawl that’s impossible to resist. I don’t even want to resist it if I’m being completely honest with myself.
It just feels so goddamn good for him to want me like this…
and I know I shouldn’t…but a part of me relies on it like air.
Sometimes, a part of me thinks that he’s all I’ve ever wanted in a guy. Protective…possessive…really fucking passionate. There’s a very thin line between wanting to be desired and wanting to be owned, and sometimes that line gets blurred when it has anything to do with Parker.
His rough, calloused hand brushes up my cheek as he tugs at my bottom lip with enough vigor to make me buckle at my knees just about.
He tears his mouth away from mine just long enough to properly bend me over the wooden railing, covering my body with his as he starts thrusting into me.
I sway my hips without even thinking, steadying myself against him while he gets himself off…
even though I’m almost certain I would let him have the real thing if he asked nicely enough. Or didn’t ask…maybe that’s worse.
He grabs my face again and squeezes my cheeks to cover my mouth with his hand.
It takes me a minute to realize I’ve been groaning too loud for this to remain a secret much longer.
I feel my trunks grow tighter as my own cock hardens beneath the stiff material, but the feeling of his girth sliding up and down my crack feels even better.
I would give just about anything for him to reach down and finger me, but it’s obvious he’s too busy savagely humping me to even consider it.
I bite down on my tongue as he nuzzles into the nape of my neck, brushing his lips over a spot right below my collar bone before he tugs the front of my shirt down completely and sinks his teeth into my skin.
I suck in a sharp breath, wincing from the pain of it, but the feeling of his hot tongue flicking across the skin feels so fucking good that he’s immediately forgiven.
Parker’s facial beard feels strangely good against my skin, and I think it’s easy to say I’ve started to really love the way it feels against me any time he’s kissing me. A man. Not some twenty year old college dude. A real fucking man who takes what he wants even when he knows he shouldn’t.
He sucks the delicate stretch of skin before venturing up a little higher, nipping and biting and sucking on the skin at the nape of my neck. Any higher, and I would be screwed. Which is why he pulled my shirt down. Because everything Parker says or does is calculated.
I can’t believe it. He wanted this. This is exactly what he wanted. To get me worked up enough to tear into me like a fucking animal…
Fuck.
I catch him off-guard when I flip around from beneath him. Parker lets out a surprised grunt when we’re finally face-to-face. His lips are swollen from attacking my neck, and his eyes are darkened with lust.
My breathing doesn’t level for another few seconds, but I think Parker is so shocked that it doesn’t even matter.
It takes everything in me to force the words out of my mouth when I shake my head and tell him “that’s enough.
” I exhale sharply once through my nose.
I take it he’s not used to being blue-balled like this, because he looks more confused than I’ve ever seen him. “Fuck me for real or go,” I tell him.
“What?” He scoffs weakly. “Anders—”
“Give me something real, or leave me the fuck alone.” My expression hardens. Parker swipes a hand down his face. “You can’t,” I mutter. “Because you’re scared.” I look him up and down.
“We can’t,” he says carefully. “You know we can’t.”
“Okay, that’s fine…” I point towards the house. “Get the fuck away from me.”
He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.
It’s clear we’ve reached an impasse. Parker will take enough to satisfy something in himself, but when it comes to me…
he could care less. He won’t let me kiss him back the way I want to.
He won’t let me touch him the way I want to.
He needs to have it his way, or else he’d rather not have it at all.
It’s also clear I have zero dignity left, because I give him one last chance.
I slide my hand up his face, slowly and gingerly, and cup his jaw.
When I wrap my hand around the back of his neck, he inhales just sharply enough to tell me I’m not winning this fight.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, sliding a hand up his warm chest. I can hear his pulse thumping against me.
“I won’t ask again, Petchka. This is your last chance.
” For tonight…Ugh. There’s something wrong with me.
“No strings,” I lie. Because obviously I’ve been dying to get my hooks into this man since midnight on my eighteenth birthday…“Nobody will know.”
No reaction.
I’m offering him the best deal of his life, and all he can do is stand and look at me like I’m an idiot. My stomach twists from the pain of rejection, and when the only word he allows is a meager “sweetheart…”
I don’t say anything as I drop my hands and brush past him, forcing myself not to look back at him as I choke back tears and book it straight for the privacy of my room.