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I feel his thumb brush over my nipples again, hardening despite the sweltering heat. Parker quickly pulls his dick out, his cum immediately dripping out without any resistance because of how fucking gaped my asshole is right now.

He climbs on top of me and buries his head into the nape of my neck, his hand sliding up and down my chest as he presses into my pecs to massage them.

Parker trails wet kisses down my shoulder before lifting my arm up. Something primal slips through him as he laps his tongue across my underarm. His hand traverses down to my cock, roughly yanking the front of my speedo down to free my growing erection. I kick them off the rest of the way as he uses the cum seeping from my ass to ease into stroking me.

“Crafty,” I murmur, amused.

“Shhh. No smart-aleking when we’re love-making.”

“You just told me to milk your cum with my wet, hot pussy,” I retort plainly.

He gives me a look, his mouth pulling into a smile. “I instructed you with love, sweet boy. Now relax.”

My head rolls back against the towel as his tongue drags a slick path down my chest. The feeling of him sucking my nipple into his mouth pulls something deeper out of me, a raw noise breaking free from my chest. Even with the hot summer air sticking to my skin, I still follow the shiver of pleasure that spreads through me.

The descent continues as the kisses make their way down to the inside of my thighs. Parker pulls my legs onto his shoulders as he wastes no time slurping on my hardened cock, taking the entirety of it into his mouth. I can feel his warm, wet throat swell around me, buzzing with delight.

I run my fingers through his hair as my mouth hangs open to release a series of sharp gasps.

His hand presses back against my pec, thoroughly digging into my chest.

“Park,” I breathe shakily. “Hmmpf. Fuck.”

He exhales ruggedly. “My baby needs this,” he mutters, flicking his tongue down my shaft. His hand pries itself beneath my ass, holding me in place as he nuzzles his face between my legs. “And when I make love to you again tonight,” he murmurs, “I’m gonna eat this ass so fucking hard you won’t even need to touch your dick once to come.”

I laugh breathlessly. “Such a way with words.”

“You know I’ll never hold back on you, baby.” He lifts me up a little more. “I just need a few seconds with my girl.”

“Your girl is gonna taste like cum and tanning oil,” I warn, laughing.

“Both edible,” is all he says before his tongue swirls inside me, fingers parting my cheeks. “Mmmh,” he immediately hums, inhaling my scent. “You’ve never tasted better, beautiful…”

“You’re gross.”

“I wasn’t talking to you.”

I reach down and flick his head. “You concern me.”

He just looks up at me and smiles with his eyes, feasting on me like I truly am edible.

CHAPTER 48

THIS SHOULD GO TERRIBLY

PARKER

We’ve been doing Lake Tahoe trips for more than ten years now.

The house sits up on a hill overlooking the lake, all cedar beams and massive windows. Everything smells vaguely like pine and expensive candles. The back wall of the living room is entirely glass, facing the water.

Emelie loves it, and every year she begs the owner to sell it to her. She and Jen picked the house because the kitchen opens into the living room, which apparently encourages “togetherness.”

Personally, I think togetherness is a disease.

The kitchen alone is bigger than my first apartment back when I was a rookie. Right now half of it’s covered in juice boxes, crayons, and somebody’s sticky iPad with Bluey paused mid-episode.

Some summers we hire chefs. When it’s Luca and Emelie’s turn to cook for the summer, Emelie is the first to hire help.