I hold her hips to prevent her from moving. “I need a minute,”
I admit and bury my face in her neck.
Her hands rub my shoulders and her nails dig into the back of my neck, causing my dick to surge…her core throbs around me, her wetness soaking me, and as I slowly pull out to the tip, I thrust back in and come. I release harder than ever before, and when Parker starts to moan and gasp, her sheath convulsing around me, I swear I see fucking stars as she sucks more and more from my out of control body.
She collapses over me, her head resting on my shoulder as small after shocks rock us both. “At last, I know what it’s like to have you inside of me,” Parker whispers. “I don’t need to dream anymore because I know, and if you think I’m going to let you regret what we’ve just done, I’m just going to have to keep reminding you of how good we are together.”
I laugh. What else does she expect me to do? “You are going to be the death of me.”
She kisses my neck before settling in to nibble on my earlobe. “I hope not.”
She clenches around me, I growl in response. “You are driving me insane.” I slowly rock against her, my dick hard as fuck and ready for round two.
My forehead thunks against the wall while I desperately try and get myself back in control because having Parker surrounding me after wanting her for so damn long has me wound up.
I lift my head and meet her gaze. “As much as I want to stay like this, and carry on, we can’t. I need to get you back to Jarrod’s place so that I know you’re safe. We stay any longer then Hunter’s going to be here checking on us.”
Parker holds my gaze. “Will you promise me something?”
“If I can.”
“Promise me that you won’t go back to ignoring me.” She covers my mouth with a hand. “The only time you’d really pay me any attention was when I made a comment directed at you. I can’t go back to that. I don’t expect all your attention, but it would be nice to get some form of acknowledgement.” Her eyes look sad, and I realize that in trying to protect myself, I’ve badly hurt her.
“I’m an asshole, Parker.” I softly kiss her lips, inhaling her scent into my lungs, which does nothing to help my cock get under control as it jerks, swelling to rock hard proportions. “Ignore that.”
She giggles. “It’s too, um, hard to ignore that.”
I laugh. “When we’re back at Jarrod’s are you okay with sharing my room?” I offer, wanting her to know that I want her close. I always have.
“Yes.” Her lips move in a whisper of a kiss across mine as I clench my hands on her bottom. “I can’t wait for us both to be completely naked together. I want to feel your chest against my bared breasts. I want—”
My mouth cuts her off as I reclaim her lips in an earth-shattering kiss. I pull away panting hard. “You and that mouth.” I shake my head and grin. “We need to get cleaned up, and a bag for you packed.”
I slowly lift her free, gritting my teeth in the process because she feels damn good, clenching around me, trying to keep me inside of her.
Once she’s free, I make sure she’s steady on her feet before I let her go to yank my shorts and jeans up. Her hand on mine stops me.
“In a minute.” She drops to her knees and my eyes roll as she sucks me hard into the heat of her mouth. Her hand grabs my balls and my legs tremble. “I wanted to feel you in my mouth,” Parker admits, kissing the tip before she climbs to her feet. “You feel delicious.” She kisses me quickly on the mouth.
Chuckling, she bends and quickly puts her panties and shorts back on while I stand watching her like a panting, adolescent idiot.
24
Parker
I smile to myself as Julian watches me with his desire painted clearly across his face. I’m so tempted to drop back to my knees and finish him off, except I want him desperate to get back inside of my pants even though something tells me no matter how many times he comes, that he’ll want me just as much the next time.
My smile is so bright that it lights up my face as I move closer and take things into my own hands—literally. I press his throbbing shaft against his stomach, while I tug his shorts and jeans back into place. “You better do the zipper.” I smirk and with a kiss on his nose, turn. “I’ll quickly pack a bag while you, um…” I wave toward his hips.
He laughs, a slight blush coating his cheekbones. “I’ll come up with you.”
“You sure you want to watch me pack panties and bras?”
He growls and moves to crowd me. “As long as I get a show when we’re alone, then pack away.” He kisses me quickly and taking my hands tugs me upstairs. “Which one is yours?”
Leading him into my room, the butterflies in my stomach take flight…and of course the first thing his eyes zoom in on is the photograph from Hunter and Gia’s wedding. The photograph has the bride and groom on center stage with Julian and myself to the right, and Jarrod and Ivy on the left. It’s the only photograph I have of Julian so it’s something I’ve cherished.
His fingers reach out and trace the top of the frame before his gaze finds mine. “We’ll take this with us.” He picks it up and looks around for something, “Your bag?”