“Like this?”
I nod.
“And you’re sure you want to?”he asks, checking one more time.
“Parker, please touch me,” I beg.
He nods once, exhales, then lines himself up with me.
I had never put that much importance on losing my virginity because I wasn’t convinced the act of getting off would be that much better with a partner.But I was wrong because the first grind of his hips against mine is so good, it’s almost indescribable.It's so good, it rips a sound from my throat I’ve never heard come out of me before.I’d be embarrassed if Parker didn’t answer with a moan of his own.
“Is this—” he starts, but I cut him off by palming the side of his neck and dragging him down for a kiss.
“It’s good,” I mumble into his mouth.
He sighs against me and rocks his hips forward again.Pleasure licks up my spine, and I hook my leg around his, urging him on.Distantly, I wonder if we should have used lube to make the glide easier, but no part of me wants to stop to make that happen.
His forehead drops to my neck as he continues moving against me.“Fuck, Reid,” he breathes.
“Sweetheart,” I breathe back, earning a shudder.
“I won’t last much longer,” he says, voice strained.
“Me neither.”
“What do you need?”he asks.“I want to make you come.”
I gasp and let my head fall back onto the pillows.“Your hand,” I say, struggling to get the words out.I’m so close to the edge, I can barely think.“Both of us.”
His hand comes between us, and I feel his long fingers wrap around both our cocks.
“Oh God,” I moan, although I think it’s more of a whimper.I’ve never experienced anything this intense before, and while it feels good—so fucking good—it’s also a little scary letting go of the control over my own pleasure.I squeeze my eyes shut, and my hand comes up next to my head to grasp the pillow, trying to find something to ground myself.My body feels like a rubber band pulled too tight and ready to snap.
Parker’s unoccupied hand covers mine, prying it free from the pillow.“Reid.”The combination of his fingers tangling with mine and his voice tethers me back to reality for a moment, enough for me to open my eyes.The moment my gaze locks on his, I feel steadier.
His hand moves faster, working us toward our orgasms.“I’m close,” he says, the words strained with effort.
I gasp and squeeze his hand.I’m going to come.He’s going to make me come.I try to say the words, but the only sound I make is a low whine.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, giving me the permission to let go.
He gives a twist of his hand, and I finally do.My vision goes white as my climax hits me.I let out a soft cry and arch my back as my release spatters onto my stomach.His forehead drops to mine with a groan.I hear him muttering something to me, but I can’t process it over the thundering in my ears.But I feel him follow me over the edge while I’m still riding out the waves of pleasure.
I don’t know how long it takes, but as the high of my orgasm subsides, I feel Parker brushing soft kisses on my cheeks and neck.He’s collapsed on top of me, his entire body weight pressing me into the mattress.It’s like he’s crushing my soul back into my body.Which I need right now because, despite coming down from my orgasm, I’m still a little detached from my body.It orients me enough that I can process my surroundings and feelings—the first of which is uncomfortable prickling on my skin from our come drying between us.When I’m by myself, cleaning the mess up is the first thing I do.I can’t relax in the afterglow of endorphins otherwise.I want to tell Parker, knowing he’d understand and wouldn’t judge me.But words are tough right now.
I inhale deeply, attempting to ground myself, and the move makes him stir.
“Sorry, am I crushing you?”he asks, propping up onto his elbow so he can look down at me.His face is still flushed, making the freckles on his cheeks more prominent.The sight calms me.
I shake my head and hum negatively, but otherwise don’t speak.
In a second, his blissful, relaxed expression is replaced with worry.“Are you okay?Did I do something to upset you?I’m sorry, I—”
I shake my head firmly and lift the hand not still tangled with his to cup his cheek.He quiets, allowing me to guide his mouth to mine.The kiss is gentle, but deep, and I try to pour everything I want to say into it.
I’m okay.
You didn’t upset me.
