My hands shake as I reach for him. “Kiss me, oh my god.”
And then Parker is on me. Slipping my fingers into his hair, I undo his messy bun so that I can tangle my fingers in the silken strands of his hair, hanging on as he backs me up toward the bed with very obvious intentions. I tumble onto the bed, a laugh rattling out of me as Parker hurriedly rips my pants off.
He stares down at me, his chest rising and falling as he breathes through his desire. I watch, entranced, as he presses the heel of his palm to his cock, letting out a groan that makes my own cock fill in my boxers. Parker lets out another groan at the sight of my clear want for him. His gaze snaps to mine, eyes bright and wild like an animal.
“Can I suck you? I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“Yes! But… condom?”
Parker nods hurriedly. “Yeah, that’s fine. I just want you in my mouth.”
Parker holds his hand up in the universal sign to wait and disappears from the room. When he reappears a second later, he’s got a box of fancy-looking condoms, and he’s ripping his shirt off with one hand over his shoulder. The move is so sexy that my mouth goes dry at the sight. I love Parker in every way, but I really love when his skin is pressed against mine.
Parker freezes. “Do I need to take a shower? Or…?”
“No, just get over here. Your germs are my germs.”
Parker’s grin could illuminate the deepest depths of outer space. He crawls over me to kiss my mouth like a man possessed. I gasp into his mouth when he bites down softly on my lip before he soothes the ache with his tongue, then his lips. I’m a quivering mess underneath him because he mentioned sucking me off, but when is it going to happen? What does he have in store for me before the main event? Parker trails his hand under my shirt, scratching lightly at the skin he finds there. I squirm underneath him to get more of his body in contact with mine.
“Please.”
Parker kisses down my jaw, to my neck, then to my collarbone. He noses my shirt aside, then chuckles softly. “Please what?”
I huff in frustration. “I want you so bad it hurts.”
“Mmm, you think so, but I can make it hurt a lot worse.”
“Parker!” I shout in frustration.
Parker lifts his hand to cover my mouth with a chuckle. “They’ll hear us downstairs. Be quiet. Lift up.”
Parker removes his hand from my mouth and helps me sit up so that he can take me out of my shirt. The way he looks at me once I’m naked makes me feel so cherished and loved, Ihave to fight back a tide of emotions that would definitely ruin the moment. But Parker’s eyes shimmer a little as well, and I feel a little less alone in the emotional upheaval of the moment. I sigh in wonder as he dips to kiss down my chest. His lips are pillow soft and warm, but the scratch of his stubble makes me squirm in a way that I could never put down into words.
Just before he puts his mouth on my cock, he leans back to open up a condom. He carefully rolls it down my cock, making me squirm and gasp beneath him, which only makes the infuriating jerk grin down at me.
“Mason,” Parker says seriously, a stern look on his sweet face.
“What?”
Parker dips down to ghost his warm breath over the tip of my cock. I dig my toes into the comforter to gain ground when I feel like I’m steadily losing my grip.
“Remember this forever,” Parker demands, just before taking my cock into the warm confines of his perfect mouth.
My hips lift off the bed of their own accord. Parker pulls off to stare at me and I mewl at the loss of him.
“Can I hold you down?” Parker asks.
I nod furiously, feeling out of my body. “Yes, yes, whatever!”
Parker only chuckles and lowers himself back down on my cock. The sensation is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. He’s never sucked a dick in his life, but it feels like Parker has been sucking my cock for decades. He knows the right amount of pressure to make my head feel light; my limbs go tingly with the need for more. His hands hold my hips down so that I can’t press up into his mouth, making the experience even more heady because despite my cock being in Parker’smouth, he’s the one who’s in control. After spending my entire life controlling every aspect of the world around me, knowing that Parker can handle me settles me into my bones.
When he takes my cock to the back of his throat and swallows, that’s when I lose the war on my impending orgasm. I let out an earth-shaking groan and release into the condom, wishing distantly that I could come down his throat so that a piece of me is inside him for a little while. I watch, detached, as Parker pulls off my cock, dropping his forehead to my hip as he reaches down to take his own impossibly hard dick in his hand. He’s bigger than me, and he’s not cut, and I want so badly to touch him. I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience with the amount of want coursing through me.
“Stop,” I say through my orgasm-soft brain.
Parker groans from deep in his gut. “Please.”
“Put a condom on your dick and get up here.”
