29. What’s Waiting for You #2
“No, you’re too pretty for that.” He bites down on his bottom lip and shakes his head incredulously. “I don’t have any condoms.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever bought condoms a day in my life.”
“You’re too pretty for that,” he says again, exhaling humorously through his nose.
His expression shifts a little into something slightly darker.
He gently slides his hand up my throat, holding me by the base of my jaw.
“I need to fuck you before I leave,” Parker says with a little urgency. “I’m not waiting a whole fucking week.”
“I’m on PreP.”
“I haven’t slept with anyone since…last summer.”
I pause for a moment, hurt creeping into me almost violently. “You slept with someone?”
Parker cups my cheek, leaning in just enough, lips barely grazing before settling. “It happened twice,” he whispers against my lips. “It meant nothing, sweetheart. I promise you.”
I force myself to move on from that, because now is not the time to dig deeper into it. Wordlessly, I reach down and wrap my finger around his wrist, pulling him in the direction of the bed. I sit down on the edge and wrap my arms around him, pressing a kiss to his abdomen.
Parker looks down at me with an intense look, running his hand through my hair.
“Look at you,” he whispers softly. A satisfied grunt escapes him as I slide down to the floor and drop to my knees.
“This what you’re looking for?” he asks with a smile in his voice, fisting his cock and slapping it on my face.
Thick and heavy. “Wanna wrap those pretty lips around your Pet’ka’s cock? ”
I nod immediately.
He smirks playfully. “Is this the biggest cock you’ve ever seen?”
Absolutely.
I nod again, parting my lips and reaching for it, but Parker clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “Not yet,” he murmurs in a grated voice.
“Why not?”
He raises his brows and smirks. “Tell me.”
“Tell you what?”
“That it’s the biggest you’ve ever seen.”
I inhale sharply, exhaling humorously. “You have the biggest cock I have ever seen.”
He chuckles, rubbing his hard length over my face and continuing to slap me silly with it. “Fuck,” he groans. “You fuckin’ like that, huh? Doing whatever I ask?”
“Yeah,” I whisper. “I can be a good boy.”
Parker rubs his tip across my lips, laughing amused. “Pucker your lips and give him a kiss.” I smile with my eyes as I press an innocent kiss to his tip. He lets out a satisfied grunt, running his hand through my hair again. “More, beautiful. I want you to take your time.”
His breathing picks up when I happily oblige, pressing small, gentle kisses to his tip and handling his length delicately. My tongue darts out and I part my lips, prepared to take him in.
“Ah,” he scolds, gripping himself and slapping my face again. “Don’t get greedy.”
Playfully, I try again, but Parker shakes his head. “Be polite, Anderson.”
“Please,” I whine, nuzzling my face into his crotch like a wild animal and pressing an array of messy kisses to his inner thighs. “Please, Pet’ka. Please, please, please. I wanna suck your dick.”
“Fuck.” Parker finally leans back, giving me a smug look as he sticks his pelvis out. “That’s my boy. Lick me nice and wet, angel.”
I don’t waste any time gripping him with one hand and fondling his balls with the other. I pull down his foreskin, looking up at him for approval.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he grunts.
“Yeah?” My lips close around his tip, tracing his crown with my tongue. He’s so big that both of my hands stacked can’t fully cover his thick length—and so Goddamn thick that I’m not so sure it’ll even fit inside my ass without splitting me in half.
I slowly let a drop of spit fall from my lips, diving in and slurping it up to take in more of his length.
Parker grips my hair and takes control, pulling my head in as close as I can go before gagging.
When I pull back in a sudden coughing fit, I watch Parker give me a primal look through the tears welling in the corners of my eyes.
“Too much?” he mutters.
“Yeah,” I answer in a hoarse voice, swallowing hard. “Sorry. You’re bigger than I’m used to.”
He leans down, gently mashing his lips to mine.
His tongue drives into my mouth, tasting himself on my own.
Slow and unrushed. Then he breaks the kiss, sucking on my bottom lip before replacing his mouth with his fingers.
I run my tongue around his digits as he thrusts them in and out of my mouth a few clicks.
“God, you’re perfect,” he tells me in a low voice. “Perfect, Anders. Never let anyone make you think otherwise.”
I might faint.
He bends down and wraps his hand around my throat, slamming his mouth back to mine in a more frantic kiss.
My body shudders, every instinct I’ve been holding back surges forward at once.
We melt into each other as Parker’s mouth fuses to my own—his tongue sliding over mine, tasting every last fervent drop of my desire and drinking in every soft moan I give him.
His rough, calloused hand brushes up my jaw, cupping that slowly turns into squeezing.
“Stick your tongue out,” he orders. I swallow hard and part my lips, slow enough to keep him on edge.
Parker’s lips hover right over my own, waiting for the perfect moment to lean in and spit right into my mouth.
He watches me intently, holding my gaze captive until he sees my throat contract in zealous submission.
“Get your ass on that fucking bed,” he mutters quickly. “Fuck, baby. You’re so fuckin’ hot.”
The moment I’m on my back spread eagle, it all hits me at once.
I’m laying here in my birthday suit, splayed out like his very own feast. It sure doesn’t help when he peers down at me with hunger darkening his eyes; they travel everywhere…
scanning my entire body from head to toe.
Something about it makes me feel needy all of a sudden. Needy for him.
“Kiss me,” I whine, not recognizing myself in my own voice.
The sudden urge to just have my entire body pressed against his passes through me.
“I need…my Daddy.” I might actually need an exorcism…
but the words feel dangerously right coming out of my mouth, and I’ve never really been into that sorta thing.
His mouth dives right back in, letting his tongue plant itself in my mouth.
He slides his hand down the entire length of my body, marking my ass his destination.
“Get these legs up,” Parker growls, popping me twice with urgency.
“Come on, sweetheart. Rest them on my shoulders if you need to.” He spits in his hand and I feel him at my entrance again, sticking a finger inside me.
“Fuck,” he groans, moving his finger around a little.
“You’re tighter than a fucking virgin, Anders.
I’m about to stretch the fuck out of this cunt. ”
“Park,” I sigh. I cry out from the feeling of sudden pressure, grabbing the back of his head and yanking him down for another desperate kiss.
Parker thrusts his finger in and out of me, moving so fast it makes me cry out.
“Gaghh,” I whimper. The sound of his finger thrusting in and out of my gushing-wet, saliva-slicked hole does something to me.
It coils inside me, tightening with every passing moment as he speeds up.
When he fully extracts the finger and brings his hand to his mouth to spit in it, my stomach drops at the realization of what comes next.
His eyes ask permission as he reaches down to stroke himself. Wordlessly, I nod, tightening my grip on my legs and granting him all the liberty he needs. I feel his tip brush over my entrance first, being teasingly dragged up and down the length of my taint.
Pleasure prickles through me.
“No coming back, right?” he whispers in a more serious tone. “This is it, baby. I’m about to mark my name inside of you.”
A quiet intensity settles in, heavier with every breath. “Never,” I murmur, languidly dragging a finger down his chest. Something uneasy settles in me, barely noticeable. My mind can’t comprehend it; this is my Parker. He’s all mine now.
He’s watched me grow up, he’s seen me in every life stage…but he can’t help himself. Something inside him that’s grown so uncontrollable he can’t bring himself to resist.
A fucked-up part of me likes the idea of it. I mean—who better than someone who actually knows me? He knows how to take care of me, and that’s all I could ever ask for.
And somehow, it’s equally terrifying.
Parker slows a moment, like he’s reading my mind all of a sudden.“You okay?”
I take a deep breath and nod. “Yeah. Sorry.” I swipe a hand down my face.
“Are you okay?” he asks again. “Are you nervous?”
“You’re not?” I ask, laughing weakly.
“Not really.” He shakes his head. “I want this.” My expression tightens. I swallow hard and breathe deeply again. “Don’t be nervous,” he reassures me softly, kissing the inside of my thigh. The hair on his face tickles my delicate skin. “I’m still me. Your Pet’ka.”
That might be the one thing I shouldn’t be hearing. That’s the exact reason why I’m so fucking nervous.
“Naked Pet’ka,” I murmur.
His lips curl into a familiar smile, but the tenderness in his eyes is the first of its kind. “There’s nothing wrong with two grown men being naked together, Anders.” Parker drags the tips of his fingers up and down my thigh. “This is how grown-ups like to play.”
“Yeah?”
Parker quickly kisses the inside of my thigh. “Oh, yeah.” He positions himself again, tightening his grip on me and giving me a playful squeeze. “We can play this game together all day long, baby.”
The small of my back burns with intense heat and pressure the moment he pushes through, feeling like he’s tearing me apart. I close my eyes and suck on my bottom lip, curling my toes like I’m fighting off the pain.
“Mmm-Parker,” I whine.
Parker grunts louder the further he pushes in. “Try to relax a little,” he coaxes, spitting down where we’re joined for a little extra lubricant. “You’re too tight.”