29. What’s Waiting for You
WHAT’S WAITING FOR YOU
ANDERS
I have probably sat and rewritten the same sentence seven times in the past thirty minutes.
I’m perched in Parker’s recliner with my laptop balanced on my knees, attempting to finish my ten-page essay on the Cold War that I’ve honestly pulled straight from my ass. Nearing the final page, though, it’s like my brain has somehow stopped working.
All I can focus on is the six-five hockey player on the couch across from me with his legs propped up on the coffee table and his phone in his hand.
Probably scrolling on SportsCenter reading up on why the league thinks he should’ve retired years ago.
Every once in a while, he’ll take a peek at me through the corner of his eye, careful not to disturb me.
But his patience only lasts so long before he lets out a deep sigh and tosses his phone on the couch beside him, throws his arms up in the air, and cracks his neck like he’s some old man.
“You finished yet?” Parker asks a moment later, giving me a hopeful look.
“No.”
“Would you finish faster if you came and sat in my lap?” he smirks.
“How would that work?” I laugh.
Parker shrugs. “You’d know what’s waiting for you when you’re done.”
I snort. “Yeah? And what’s that?”
“Come sit on my lap and find out, angel.”
I immediately close the lid of my laptop and slide it back into my bag before crossing over to Parker, hopping directly into his lap and throwing my arms across his shoulders.
I fold the space between us until there’s nothing left but the press of his mouth against mine.
The kiss turns intense fast, everything else falling away.
Parker snakes his cold hands up the back of my shirt, my body slightly recoiling from how cold they are.
He yanks the shirt off in one swift movement, balling it up and throwing it off to the other side of the room.
Gently, he pushes my reading glasses up my face, sliding them off my head entirely. I hear them clatter as he drops them on the coffee table before his hands immediately find their way back to the front of my pants and undo my button.
Parker swipes a finger inside the waistband of my underwear and snaps the elastic before pulling them and my jeans down below my ass. Goosebumps prickle over my skin, warmth pooling low in my stomach from the feeling of sitting here so exposed and vulnerable.
I press myself into his body even more, groaning slightly from the feeling of my cock rubbing against his shirt. My hands work their magic, peeling his shirt off next and letting it fall behind the back of the couch.
My heart thumps loud and steadily as Parker drags his nails up and down my spine, leaving a slight burning sensation in their wake. I curl my back instinctively as his hand makes its way back down south, slapping me painfully directly on the ass.
“Jesus,” I yelp, threading my fingers through his dark mess of hair. “Watch it, Petchka.” He opens his mouth and exhales loudly as he rubs his prickly beard against the front of my face in a way that makes my mouth pull into a grin. “Oh my God.”
“You have no idea,” Parker breathes into my ear, nipping and sucking on the shell of my ear, “how fucking badly I’ve wanted to meet this special pussy, Anders.”
“What?” I laugh without even thinking, my face stinging from how hard I blush.
“Well, she’s been waiting for me, hasn’t she?” Parker murmurs. He brings his hand to his mouth and licks two of his fingers before dropping them back down to my ass, pressing into me without warning.
“She?” I snort, tugging at his hair and humming.
“She,” Parker confirms, saying it warmly into my ear. The hairs on the back of my neck stick straight up, my body flashing with heat. He swirls his two fingers over my rim, and a small breath escapes me. “Can I see her?”
Before I can even answer, Parker shifts his hips, bending me over his lap with my ass on full display.
“Mmmm. Fucking hell, Anderson,” he growls, brushing his fingers over my skin. “What an ass.”
“You’re insane.” My voice breaks.
“I get like that sometimes. I say things I probably shouldn’t.”
“Oh? Only sometimes?”
“Yeah, anytime I’m with you.”
I can’t wrap my mind around it. This is what it’s like having dirty talk with Parker. It sounds like another language coming from him.
Without warning he spreads my cheeks apart, keeping them parted long enough it feels like he’s fully admiring me. “Look at that,” he murmurs, not sounding like himself. “This is the pinkest little pussy I’ve ever set my eyes on.”
“Jesus,” I groan. “What did you do with Parker?”
“I let him out to play,” he groans roughly. “God, she’s a gorgeous girl—I bet she’s so fucking sweet.”
Oh my.
Like he’s done it a million times, he scoops me up and throws me over his shoulder, holding me by the back of my legs.
“Parker!” I shriek. “Holy fucking shit, man.”
“I refuse to fuck you on the couch. Not for our first time. Maybe our second.”
A rush surges through me, stealing my breath entirely. The thought of what’s about to happen…it’s unreal. The feeling crashes through me before I can even anticipate it coming.
I’m crowded up against the wall of Parker’s bedroom in no time.
Parker lets go of his hold on me, only to grab me by the hips and flip me around.
“Pretty boy,” he murmurs, gathering both of my hands and pinning them behind my back.
His lips graze over my shoulder and he brushes his nose down my spine.
“I’m so tired of people telling me I can’t have this.
” Dropping to his knees, Parker slides a hand up my legs and digs his nails into the side of my ass, so hard that he nearly breaks the skin.
“Everyone is so fucking worried I’d ruin you. ”
“Yeah?” I close my eyes again and rest my forehead against the wall, releasing a deep breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding for so long. I can’t quite settle in myself—everything in me feels off-centered.
“I’ve always wondered what this would be like,” he continues. “I wanna eat the fuck out of this ass.”
“Find out,” I challenge him. I widen my stance a few more inches and stick my ass out for him.
“Mhmmm. Yeahhhh, baby.” Parker lets out another low, guttural grunt the moment his tongue meets my rim, like it’s a little taste test.
“Fuck,” I whine.
He licks the entire length of my crack, from top to bottom. “She’s sweet like a ripened cherry,” he groans, pulling back just a twinge. “God—could you be any more perfect?”
“Now you sound like a perv.”
“Such a fucking perv,” he groans, diving back in and slurping up my juices. I hum, tensing my entire body the more animalistic he sounds. “Mm.” Parker pulls back for a beat. “Try not to clench her so hard, angel. I’m trying to eat.”
“God,” I cry out, trying to grip the wall. His words send me right into a seismic wave of euphoria. I sink into the feeling of it, slow and completely unguarded.
“It’s about time I give you a good, rough fuck,” Parker says in the sexiest calm voice I’ve ever heard. “Show you what a real man can give you.”
“Please,” I whimper this time, voice weak. “I want it, Park.”
With a growl, he yanks my hips towards him so his mouth can hit me at the perfect angle again, using a drop of his spit to coat my outside before his tongue does the rest of the work.
Parker’s warm, wet tongue slips inside, met with a little nervous resistance.
He puts some force into it, using his tongue to loosen me up enough for him to properly devour me.
Fucking hell. He must be really fucking hungry.
I’ve never felt more slick. Somehow he has mastered the art of balance—licking, spitting, sucking, and humming.
My insides are tingling like never before, my body familiarizing itself with the feeling of Parker’s beard added to the mix and reconciling with the wet heat that drips out just as quickly as it’s forced in.
“Stick your ass out,” he growls. “I need more.”
Every inch of me is tuned to him, hypersensitive, like the rest of the world has dropped away.
My reaction turns me into someone I don’t recognize.
I make a small, helpless sound I didn’t mean to.
“Park,” I whimper, reaching out to thread my fingers through his hair, sticking my ass out like I’m begging for more. “Mhmmm. That’s so good, Pet’ka.”
I crane my head back so I can watch him at work.
The moment I lock eyes with him, he drags his hot tongue down my crease, slurping my balls into his mouth like they’re fucking grapes on a vine.
He brushes a teasing finger over the length of my cock, revealing his true intentions when he swipes his finger over a beady drop of precome that’s trickled out of my tip.
The finger spreads the moisture around my head, receiving attention like it never has before.
“You’re fucking leaking for this,” he groans.
He fists my cock with expertise, angling his head to the perfect angle and sucking me harder than I could’ve ever imagined.
I clench anything I possibly can. Hands in fists, my toes curled.
I can still feel his saliva trapped inside me, feeling a little foreign, but I want to keep it in me for as long as possible.
The feeling of him humming with his mouth closed around me sends waves vibrations through my fucking bones. His tongue swirls around my crown, teasing and relentless. “Fuck,” I whine, threading my fingers through his hair. “Fuck, Park. That’s so good.”
He grazes me with his teeth as he pulls back, kissing his way back up my spine. Something wild surges through me at the sound of his belt unbuckling. He mouths the back of my head as he thrusts his cock against my backside. “Can I fuck you?”
I answer by turning around, sliding my hands up his naked chest to cup his cheeks. “You don’t need to ask,” I whisper, kissing him.
“It’s probably the only time I will.” Parker smacks my ass and grins. “Do you have lube in your room?”
“Look at me, Petchka,” I mutter, looking him up and down despite myself. “Do you think I buy my own lube?”