“God, you’re hot,” he mumbles before using his tongue to soothe the spot.
“I’m really not.”The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.Although it’s true.If someone were to say I’m handsome, I would believe them, but I wouldn’t ever puthoton the list of words to describe me.Or sexy, which he called me earlier.There’s nothing sexy about cozy sweaters, graphic t-shirts with history puns, and unstyled hair because I can’t stand the texture of hair products.
“Yes, you are,” he argues.“You’re so fucking hot.”He nips at my neck again.“You have this whole sexy librarian thing going on, just without the glasses.”His teeth scrape my collarbone.“Although that might be a good thing because I’m pretty sure if you wore glasses, I would have had a sexual crisis the moment I met you, and this might not have worked out like it has.”
When his lips make their way to my sternum, I stifle a whine.Every part of my skin he’s touching feels like it’s on fire.I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life.If he keeps going like this, pressing compliments into my skin with his mouth, this is going to be over embarrassingly fast.I tangle my fingers in his hair, intending to pull him up for a kiss, then switch our positions.But he moans and looks up at me, his pupils dilated.We lock eyes, and he dips his head to suck an open-mouthed kiss in the center of my chest without breaking eye contact.
I don’t bother stifling the whine this time.I just give in and lose myself in the brush of his lips, the scrape of his teeth, the heat of his breath.He takes his time kissing my chest and makes his way down to my stomach—mirroring my own plan for him before he gave me that look that made me melt into the mattress.His mouth makes it to the waistband of my briefs, and I gasp—in surprise or in arousal, I’m not sure.Maybe both.
Is he going to give me a blowjob right now?Can I even survive him giving me a blowjob?He hasn’t actually touched me, and I already feel like I’m right on the edge of shattering.
He looks up at me again with hunger in his eyes, and I have to tighten my fist in the sheets to ground me enough that I don’t come.
“Can I keep going?”he asks.
Between the look and the explicit ask for consent, I’m done.“Fuck, come here,” I demand impatiently, grabbing him by the biceps and tugging him up to meet me in a messy kiss.
He moans into it, then pulls away to rest his forehead against mine.
“Is everything okay?”he asks.“Did I—”
“You’re driving me crazy.Need to kiss you,” I say, panting.“Need to touch you.”
“God, yes,” he groans.
I slide my hands down his back and tuck my fingers under the waistband of the sweats he’s still wearing.“Take these off.”It comes out more like a demand than the question I meant it to, but based on the full-body shudder Parker gives, I think he might be into it.I tuck that little nugget of information away to ask him about later.
He rolls off of me and shoves his sweatpants and underwear away.Then, he looks over at me.“You too, please,” he says.
I’m quick to comply, then turn on my side to face him.I let my gaze rove over his body, taking in every beautiful inch of him.He turns his head to look at me, his eyes taking me in, just as unashamed.His hand reaches down to grasp his hard cock, giving it a couple of lazy strokes.
I’m mesmerized for a moment, but then I reach out and touch his arm.“Can I?”
“Actually, can we try something?”he asks, turning on his side to mirror me.He scoots closer and rests a hand on my waist.
The touch grounds me, and I nod.“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” I say, voice breathy.“But fair warning, whatever it is, I don’t think I’m going to last very long.”
“Neither am I.It’s, um—okay, so I may or may not have watched a few MM porn videos while I was trying to figure out this whole sexuality crisis,” he starts.I try to hold back a smile because that sounds like a very Parker thing to do, but I must fail because he pinches my side.
“Don’t say anything,” he warns.“So I don’t know if this is an actual thing that people do or if it’s just in porn, but the guys kind of lined themselves up with each other and…”
“You want to try frottage?”I ask.
“Oh, so it is a real thing,” he says.
I can’t help smiling this time.“Yeah, it’s a thing.”
“Oh, my God, leave me alone,” he says with a laugh as he pinches my side again.
I jerk away and scowl.“Stop that!”
“Stop laughing at me,” he retorts.
“I’m not laughing, I’m smiling,” I counter.“And I’m smiling because I find you endearing.”
He sighs and smiles softly.“So can we try it?”
“Come here.”I grasp his arm and roll onto my back, pulling him with me.I reach down to position my cock as he situates himself between my legs.
