It's my turn to swallow hard, my mouth going dry as my eyes greedily take in the beautiful boy standing in front of me. Broad shoulders, sculpted arms, tapered waist, toned thighs…
I almost sigh out loud. How did I get so lucky?
"Get on the bed."
Swallowing my nerves, I do as he says, staring at him as he moves until he's hovering above me, his arms caging me in on either side of my head.
"Hi," he whispers, the corner of his mouth tilting up.
"You gonna make me wait again, Holloway?"
"Never." He brushes his lips against mine once, twice before moving down to my jaw, nipping at my neck, kissing my collarbone.
I squirm at the slow torture, the need inside me building at his every kiss. For a moment, I think he's going to stop at my breasts. But he simply presses a soft kiss on each nipple before continuing his descent, his lips now right below my navel.
He spreads my legs apart and brushes his lips over my underwear, right on the spot that I need him most, making me gasp.
"Let's get these off," he murmurs, slowly pulling my panties off until I'm completely naked underneath him. He inhales a sharp breath. "Goddamn."
I squeeze my eyes shut, my cheeks heating up.
"Don't," he growls, the commanding sound of his voice making my core clench. "Look at me. Keep your eyes open."
Mutely, I nod.
Approval shines in his eyes before he dips his head, dragging his tongue along the inside of my thigh, then doing the same on the other.
I bite my lip, gripping the sheets with my hands, trying to hold back a moan. Why does he love to torture me?
But all thoughts leave my mind when his mouth finds me there.
"Oh, God," I moan, long and loud, shuddering at the sudden assault of delicious sensations through my body. My hands find purchase on his hair and mindlessly tug at the locks, causing him to growl, the vibration making me buck against his mouth.
"Fuck. You taste sweet," he murmurs before continuing his assault.
How can something feel so damn good?
Every sweep of his tongue has me moaning and writhing, my thighs wrapping tight around him, pleasure rolling over me in waves. And when his fingers join the fray, rubbing my clit in circles and pushing inside, my back arches off the bed, my mouth falling open in a wordless cry as I shatter in a million pieces.
Holy shit!
Parker continues to lick me through my orgasm, making me shudder, the need inside me still unsated.
I want him. All of him.
"Parker," I plead.
Finally, Parker pushes up on his knees, his chest heaving as his eyes rove over me. "I like you like this. Bare and open for me."
"You have me," I whisper, meaning every word.
With a determined look, he gets off the bed and walks over to the side table, grabbing something from the drawer. A condom.
I watch, transfixed, as he tears the wrapper with his teeth then goes to tug off his briefs. My heart practically stops when my gaze lands on what he's packing between his legs. It's big. Really, really big.
I swallow past the knot in my throat as he wraps his hand around his cock, stroking it before putting on the condom. Worry creeps at my insides. I'm not entirely sure it's going to fit.
Climbing over me, Parker fits himself between my legs, his eyes searching mine. "Peaches, this is going to hurt."
"Don't remind me," I whimper.
His forehead creases in a frown. "We can still stop this."
"No." I shake my head firmly, wrapping my arms tight around him. "I want this. You inside me." I brush my lips against his lips and breathe, "Make me yours."
And I do want this, more than anything. To experience this with him. To be connected with him in the most glorious way.
His eyes grow hooded and he crushes his lips into mine. And for a while, I get lost in his kiss. But then I feel it, the hardness pressing against my center, seeking entrance.
I bite my lip at the delicious friction, focusing on the pleasure while I still can. Parker's right. It's going to hurt, and it's going to hurt so bad.
Pulling back, Parker grits his teeth, his jaw clenched tight as he slowly eases in. It's clear that he's trying to control himself, holding back the urge to hurry things up.
But we can't wait forever.
Clamping my eyes close, I whisper, "Just get it over with."
Pressing his forehead against mine, he sinks deeper into me, giving me the uncomfortable feeling of being stretched out, my tight walls straining to accommodate him.
When he slides all the way in, I hiss out a harsh breath, the sharp ache from the broken barrier making my eyes water. And he's there to kiss away the pain—his lips finding my nose, my cheeks, my jaw—promising to make it better, to make me feel good.
Then slowly, tentatively, as the ache starts to fade, he begins to move. His hips flex as he carefully rocks in and out of me. All the while his lips pepper kisses on my face, along my jaw, as if to erase the pain he caused me.
My eyes remain shut, my nails digging into his slick back, rough groans coating my skin as he continues to own me, filling me in every way possible.
"Jesus, you feel so good," he grinds out as my muscles squeeze around his length.
"Parker," I gasp as he plunges deep inside me, unable to control himself any longer. His movements pick up speed, his damp skin slapping against mine with every thrust.
My eyes fly open when his thumb finds my clit, working it over, coaxing pleasure out of me until I'm a panting, writhing mess, lost in the sensations spreading across every nerve of my body.
I feel him everywhere, his heat surrounding me, melding with mine, consuming us both and crashing over us like a tidal wave.
Blissful. Euphoric. Pure.
I love you.
CHAPTER 32
Sawyer
