"Not too slow."
Inch by inch, I sank into him and his tight heat enveloped me like a glove. Once I was fully seated, I paused, letting him adjust with our foreheads touching. His body trembled beneath mine and I brushed the hair back from his brow.
"Okay?" Parker nodded, biting his lip.
"Move," he urged as he jerked his hips.
I did as he asked and pulled out almost all the way, eying my cock that glistened with slick, before pushing back in. Starting with slow thrusts, I built a rhythm that had us both moaning. Hishands clutched my shoulders while his nails dug in just enough to sting. I angled my hips, hitting that spot again and again, watching pleasure play across his features.
We moved together with our bodies in sync as if we'd done this a thousand times. Sweat spilled over our skin and the room filled with the sounds of our breaths and the slap of flesh on skin.
"Parker... fuck, you're so tight."
He clenched around me, and I groaned. "Harder," he panted, and I obliged, picking up the pace as I breathed in his scent and drove into him.
But just as I sensed he was reaching the point where his orgasm overtook him, I paused. Our chests heaved and he grumbled that I was a meanie and no fun. He wriggled his hips and squeezed, making me gasp.
"Like that is it?" He pummeled my chest. "I want to get on top so I can be in control."
Oh, I loved that he was taking over so he could have his way with me and I flipped us over. He shrieked before straddling me. I was still inside him and he raised his hips and peered between his legs at my length, smeared in slippery slick.
He slammed down, and my cock filled him while taking the breath out of me.
"Gods." I panted as I tamped down the climax that threatened to overtake me.
He sported a wicked grin and lifted himself up. I prepared myself but instead of falling onto my dick, he lowered himself slowly. The agony was exquisite and I raised my hips to meet him. He gripped me with his knees and hoisted himself up again.
One breath. Two breaths and finally, three. Then he fell on me.
We both yelped and waves of pleasure rolled over me. My body tingled. I'd never experienced anything like this but Parkerwas my mate and being inside him was like coming home at the end of a long journey.
His movements were confident, riding me slowly at first, then faster, his head thrown back in abandon. I gripped his hips, guiding but not dominating, letting him set the pace. My hands roamed his ass as he ground down harder.
Pressing my fingers into the soft skin on his hips, I pushed Parker up. Our eyes locked on one another and I braced myself, but he eased down on my length and I felt every tight inch as I filled him.
Parker’s moans grew louder and he wrapped a hand round his dick, but I caught his wrist.
"Let me." I took him, stroking in time as my cock filled him.
He arched off the bed, a strangled cry tearing from his throat. "I’m close, so close."
"I've got you. Come for me," I growled. "Let me see you."
His body went taut, then shattered. He came with a sob, spilling over my fingers and his stomach. The clenching of his body around me pushed me over the edge. I drove into him one last time, burying myself deep as I came.
We rode it out and I rolled us onto our sides, keeping him close with one hand stroking his hair while the other trailed over his back. His heart thumped against my ribs, and I pressed a kiss to his sweaty temple.
Parker finally spoke and asked "Think we can do this every night?"
TEN
PARKER
The call came Saturday morning while I was still in bed, pleasantly drowsy and thinking about the plans Dawson and I had made for the weekend. We'd talked about hiking one of the trails outside the city, maybe stopping at that little café he'd mentioned.
"Hey." Dawson's voice sounded rough, as if he hadn't slept. "I need to cancel this weekend."
I sat up, memories of my former partner's behavior uppermost in my mind. I tried to tamp down my concern, telling myself, yet again that Dawson wasn't him. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
