My body shifted, turning into him, eager to get closer. Parker hissed in pain, and it made me break our connection.
“Did I hurt you?” Jumping to my feet, I scanned his body looking for any evidence of harm.
Parker rubbed his hands down his face, shaking his head.
“Yes, baby girl. You have me hurting real bad,” he groaned as he adjusted his basketball shorts.
When I looked down, laughter bubbled out of me.
Tossing a pillow at me, he manages to stand on his feet and grabs his crutches. With a smirk, he hobbled his way to the sliding door. “I’m going inside before one of the nosey women in my family stops by unexpectedly while I’m sporting a hard-on for my girl.”
My girl.
Every time he said it, my heart skipped a beat. It sounded cliché, but the thought of belonging to a man like Parker stirred something in me.
He was such a multi-dimensional person, and I loved experiencing each facet of him. He was gentle, yet he had a rough side. Parker was emotionally intelligent, too. While he didn’t always know what actions to take, he always approached each situation with empathy and understanding. The ego his father thought he possessed didn’t exist. I had spent time around this man, observing him and watching how he interacted with every person he met. He was humble, kind, and above all else, selfless.
It broke him to stay away from his family for so long, but that was the first time he chose himself. Although the twins were hurt by his distance, they couldn’t fault him for following his dreams, especially not now, after everything had unraveled.
I found Parker inside, sitting on the living room sofa with his injured leg propped up on the ottoman. He had turned on the tv and was watching a rerun ofBones. I stood in the entryway of the sliding door, admiring him before stepping inside.
The man was handsome, from his kind, almond-shaped eyes to his sculpted, thick thighs taut with muscles. His body was strong, and even after being injured, he hadn’t slowed down. If anything, he worked harder to maintain his physique.
I couldn’t help but lick my lips at the sight of him. I was filled with want. It had been so long since we were intimate. Parker was unsure about how I felt, and I wanted to make sure I erased any doubts in his mind.
I met him on the couch and stood in front of him, blocking his view of the television. He didn’t question me or protest; he just reached for my hand and kissed it.
I lowered to my knees, and his eyes widened. Taking back my hand, I rested both of them on his waist and stared up into his eyes.
“Are you still hurting? The doctor specifically said we should do everything we can to make sure you’re comfortable as you recover.”
“Is that what you plan on doing? Making sure I’m comfortable?”
His signature smirk was on full display. It was the same look he wore whenever he proposed we play one of his silly games.
I took hold of his waistband and began sliding his basketball shorts down. I hadn’t even touched him yet, and I could see the thick outline of his length through his boxers. My mouth watered thinking about tasting him.
“Are you going to take care of me, baby?” he said, his voice low, already dripping with arousal. I palmed his dick through his boxers and stroked him, eliciting a small groan from him. I was eager to have him, so I wasted no time pulling his boxers down until his dick sprang free.
Staring into his eyes, I gave his dick a lick from the base, curling my tongue at the tip, tasting his salty precum and savoring it in my mouth.
I swirled my tongue around his tip a few more times before taking him to the back of my throat. Parker’s hands flew to my head, gripping my hair with a tight fist.
I never thought I would love the small, aggressive act, but it made me slick with arousal for him. I wanted to beg him to pull my hair harder, but instead I moaned around him as I went down on him.
I ached to feel him inside me, but I knew I would have to wait for that. I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize his recovery.
“Fuck baby, yeah, deep throat my shit,” he growled as he pressed me closer to him. Saliva was trickling down the sides of my mouth. He used his fist, encircled in my hair, to pull me off of him while he held his dick in his other hand.
He tapped his hardened length on my tongue twice before leaning over to kiss my mouth. He bit and nipped at my lips before releasing my hair and closing his hand around my throat lightly.
“You want my cum, baby girl?” he rasped.
“Always.”
“Then spit on this dick and make me cum.”
He released my neck, and I let a trail of salvia leave my mouth, coating the glistening brownish-pink head of his dick. Parker guided his dick into my mouth before resting his hands behind his head.
