29. What’s Waiting for You #3
“Hurts,” is all I can manage to get out. I feel like I’m losing my virginity for the first time all over again. “You’re too big.”
“My poor baby,” Parker taunts, slowly drifting to something a little softer.
“Shift your hips and try to push me out.” He brushes his thumb over my nipple, stimulating it in small, drawn circles.
“You’ll feel better,” he adds, grabbing onto my legs and pushing them against my chest. “Try it and see for me.”
It helps a little with easing the pressure, but it’s not enough to erase the pain that lances through me, brutally shooting up my spine. I’ve never felt so full in my entire life. The first full thrust lingers, low and unrelenting.
“Fuckkk, Anders,” he groans suddenly. “Feels like I just broke your fucking seal.”
“Feels like it,” I breathe. “Still hurts.”
He reaches out and grabs a pillow, positioning it beneath me to elevate my hips.
“Does that feel better?” he asks me gently. “It might be easier if you’re on your stomach.”
Not at all.
“No,” I breathe again quickly. “No, I want to see you.”
Parker rolls his hips, slowly pulsing into me like he’s building up for something even bigger. The deeper he goes, the quicker the wind is knocked out of me. The weight of his body pins me helplessly to the bed.
I feel his hand on my cheek again, his thumb dragging lightly over my bottom lip. He brushes his nose over mine, just barely there. His thumb presses in just enough to make me react, parting my lips and testing the waters. “Ah,” he guides softly, widening his mouth. “Little wider for me.”
A feathery exhale slips out of me before I can stop it, not moving an inch when his thumb swipes over my tongue. The look in his eyes is pure curiosity, feeling the roughness of my buds and the warmth of my shaky breath.
“You’ve never been more obedient,” he murmurs, sounding like he’s in awe. “You’re such a good little boy, Anders. You were always on your best behavior for me growing up.” He gives me a bullshitting grin.
“Fucking liar.” I let out a pained chuckle.
“Focus on sucking,” Parker murmurs, picking up his speed again. “Lose yourself.”
I close my mouth around him, tasting the salt of his skin and taking in as much of it as I can—sucking his digit like I’m drinking him in. The pain in my rear spikes for a moment before it slowly fizzles into unimaginable pleasure.
Finally…
Parker doesn’t thrust in a way that feels normal. His movements are fueled by pent-up aggression. He fucks me like he’s angry at the world and taking it all out on me.
I nuzzle my face into the nape of his neck, where it meets shoulder, and cling onto him. My nails dig into the hard muscle of his back, marking him like he’s mine. “Harder,” I pant. “More, Pet’ka.”
“Okay,” he breathes, stealing a kiss. “Mmm. I’m so fucking obsessed with you.”
I kiss him back, tugging on his lip. “Please,” I whisper, cupping his face and brushing my nose over his.
His beard prickles against my cheek. He squeezes my jaw and kisses me all over my face, unable to stop himself.
When he finally pulls away, Parker straightens his back, takes a hold of my thighs, and breathes through clenched teeth as he plunges into me.
The sharp clapping sound of his balls smacking against me stretches from wall to wall.
“There we go,” he pants. “Better, yeah?”
I nod, my entire body moving as he thrusts his cock straight down my ass. Each one hits my spot, and each one makes me cry out. The room is filled with the sounds of our breathing, uneven yet in complete harmony.
He briskly brushes his finger over mine, petting me.
A low, unfurled hum pitches in the back of my throat, sounding more like a purr.
It’s not even the sensation I feel from it that completely undoes me; it’s his eyes, dark and predatory, peering down at me like I’m something for him to own.
He looks at me like he doesn’t even know my name.
I’m just a boy who’s only purpose in life is to let him use me in whichever way he deems fit.
There’s no humanity in it, no feelings. He’s running off the natural instincts every man has.
To take, to touch, and to pleasure himself. It’s completely exhilarating.
My own movements turn languid, unable to do anything but lie on the bed and surrender myself to him. I arch my back and grip the comforter, my head tipping back before I can stop it, and cry out from the overwhelming sense of pleasure that keeps growing between my legs.
I reach down to stroke myself, but Parker swats my hand away, bringing me back to reality a little. “Nuh-uh.”
“Wha—?”
“I didn’t say you could do that,” Parker breathes, giving me a boisterous grin. “You don’t get to touch yourself, sweetheart.”
“What?”
“No touching.”
“Petchka.” I laugh thinly. “It’s…mine.”
“Your what?” He’s absolutely fucking with me.
“My—”
“No it’s not,” he says like it’s a known fact, his mouth contorting into a faked serious expression.
“This is mine now.” He fists my dick and strokes me roughly.
I suck in a breath through my teeth, feeling the arousal swelling.
“My penis,” he mutters roughly. Parker leans in.
“My perfect little pussy…” He swipes his knuckle across the tip of my nose. “My very handsome boy.”
I can’t decide if I want to roll my eyes or fully surrender myself right then and there.
“Yours?” I laugh breathlessly.
“From head to toe…” Parker grunts, sliding his hand up and down my thigh. “You have a beautiful body, sweetheart. I’ve waited so long to see it.”
“Have you now?” I pant.
“Without a doubt,” he nods, letting my legs drop and spread apart enough for him to situate himself between them. Parker leans in and tugs on my earlobe with his teeth. “So worth the wait.”
“Thank God one of us has patience,” I breathlessly laugh, running my fingers through his sweat-drenched hair.
He grips my jaw, letting his mouth hover right above mine. “It was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.”
“What was?” I murmur.
“Waiting for you to grow into yourself,” he murmurs roughly, sounding like he’s about to reach his climax. “Fuck,” he breathes, speeding up his movements to an almost unbearable rhythm. “Mmm. You’ve blossomed, baby. This is your prime.”
“I’ve blossomed,” I echo thoughtlessly.
His grip on my cock becomes unbearable. Parker leans in. “You’re gonna come for me.” He tortuously swirls his thumb around my head, overstimulating the fuck out of me. “Does that feel good?” he teases. “You a little sensitive here?”
“Shh-stop,” I pant. “Too much.”
“You know,” he speeds up. “Your cock fits perfectly in the palm of my hand.”
“Mmm.” Fuck. This is hell. “Please—”
“I’ll take such good care of him,” Parker cuts me off. “All you need to do—” he exhales abruptly and groans. I can feel his cock thicken inside me almost. “Fuckin’ hell, that’s a tight fucking pussy, boy.”
Not hell. Heaven. The mouth on this man is absolutely criminal…
“I’ll take care of her, too,” Parker smirks, grinning ear to ear. “You just lay there and be still. Daddy’s gonna take care of everything.”
The warmth of his voice seduces me right into an imploding orgasm, paralyzing me with pleasure.
I spurt my hot semen right onto my lower stomach, crying out when my body goes loose and uncooperative, like it’s not fully mine anymore.
My knees soften, my grip falters, and my head goes light all at once.
“Fuck,” I sigh, feeling the room spin and the Earth start to tilt. “I’m gonna pass out.”
“Get me there, baby,” Parker growls right into my ear, only needing a few more unforgivable thrusts to drive himself to the edge. “Milk me with your pussy. Squeeze the cum right out of my cock with your tight little cunt.”
I clench around him, shooting sharp daggers of pain prickling up my spine.
I’m stretched out beyond repair and working him with my walls is just making things worse.
I lean up and brush my nose against his, whimpering when he pierces my prostate.
Parker lets out a sharp breath, grunting deeply into my mouth when he reaches his climax.
“Oh f-fuckkk, Anders. That’s fuckin’ it, sweetheart.” He pours into me as he lazily coaxes his pleasure out with languid thrusts. It’s warm and slick, but knowing that it’s his makes it all the more dirty. He’s deeply seeded inside me now and I don’t think I’ll ever forget the way this feels.
“Goddamn,” he mutters, quickly coming down from his high. When he pulls out of me, he plops down on my bed, dragging a hand down his face and letting out a deep huff. “My angel baby,” Parker sighs after a minute. “God. I can’t believe I just did that.” He says it like he’s stunned by himself.
I touch his face carefully. He flinches. My stomach drops. “Hey,” I whisper. “What’s—”
Parker grabs my wrist immediately, like he regrets the reaction the second it happens.
“No,” he says quickly. “No—fuck. Come here. Lost my shit for a minute. I’m back.
” He wraps his arm around me when I crawl on top of him.
His gaze softens, landing on my lips a moment before flickering back up to my line of sight.
“Give me this sweet mouth,” he murmurs to lighten the mood. He licks my lips, grabbing my face and licking up the center of my neck.
“Mhm,” I hum, shaking my head. “You’re so gross.”
“You like it,” he mutters in a low, dark voice. Parker drags a finger down my chest, teasingly slow.
“I like it,” I fold immediately.
“How’s my girl doing?” he asks me softly, biting down on his bottom lip and smirking.
“Your girl?” I snort.
“Your pussy, Anderson. Still hurt?”
I roll my eyes. “Yea. ‘Course it hurts,” I pout.
He rolls his eyes back, reaching behind me and swiping two fingers over my entrance, taking more than enough time to brush them over. When he looks at his fingers, his face drops. “Shit,” he whispers, sounding a little panicked. “That’s not good.”
“Wait, am I bleeding?” I ask quickly, grabbing his hand to see. I flip it over and let out a relieved sigh while Parker starts laughing.
“Jerk,” I mutter, shaking my head.