31. Audrey

CHAPTER 31

Audrey

W as this plan insane? Certifiably . And yet, there was no denying that I was tired of waiting for this. For him. What were we waiting for? Something special? It would be special because it was us.

Because of all the feelings overflowing in my chest.

Love. I loved him. Capital L, no mistaking it.

There was no way to deny that, not anymore.

So I’d driven up here to see him and booked a hotel room.

I’d gone and watched his game, sitting in the visiting students’ section and watching his team absolutely destroy the home team. No one had warned me how hot and bothered I’d get by watching my boyfriend play his sport. Because the lethal focus and the determination on his face as he ran towards the goal before throwing it into the net?

God, I was a mess.

I’ll be waiting.

Parker’s face when he walked into the hotel and saw me had been worth every part of this plan. Every dollar I’d spent on the hotel room where I now sprawled out over the king bed, presenting myself like a meal for him to feast on.

There was a box of condoms on the nightstand, as well as a bottle of wine and a bowl of strawberries. A girl couldn’t be too prepared, right?

My clit was aching, begging for my touch, clenching in anticipation for the main event. Finally, finally. We both wanted this so badly. And that we’d waited this long was a testament to how much we cared about each other. Loved each other, even though we hadn’t said the words.

And as much as I wanted him to know, I wanted tonight to be special first.

I heard the mechanical lock on the door as the key was used, and my heart fluttered. Parker.

“Hi.” I played with the ends of my hair, left down in loose waves.

“Audrey.” His eyes traced over every inch of my body. “Fuck. You look so good in my jersey.”

The only thing I was wearing was his jersey, which had his last name on my back and his number on my body—because I was his.

“Hi, Dream Boy.” I ran my tongue over my lips.

“Rosie Girl,” he groaned. “You’re the dream.”

I fluttered my eyelashes. “Come here.”

Parker reached down, pulling off his sweatshirt and giving me the briefest hint of his muscled abs.

Biting my lip, I held back a groan at the sight. Fuck, he was hot. Tall and fit and every girl’s wet dream. But he was mine. All mine.

“That’s my girl,” he rasped, as if mirroring my thoughts. “My Rosie. You’re so perfect.”

Trailing my fingers up my thighs, I shook my head. “That’s you.”

Parker climbed onto the bed, still wearing his sweats and a tight white t-shirt that clung to his body. Those damn gray sweats that did nothing to hide his erection. Every time he’d worn them, I’d practically dropped to my knees in front of him, begging for his cock. No regrets. I knew what I wanted, and what I wanted was him.

Tonight, though, I didn’t want him in my mouth. I wanted him inside of me.

He kissed me—tenderly at first, like a casual exploration of my mouth—before it turned deeper. Hungrier . Like he wanted to devour me whole.

His hands pried my thighs apart, skimming over my bare skin at my entrance. “Shit. You’re not wearing any panties?”

I shook my head.

He ran his fingers through my slit, gathering up the wetness. “You’re fucking soaked.”

“Parker,” I moaned as he brought the same finger up to his mouth. It was erotic .

The fabric of his jersey rubbed against my nipples, and I watched him lick my juices off of his skin.

He pressed his erection against my core, still covered by fabric. I needed more. Needed his clothes off.

“What does my girl want?” He asked against my skin, teeth skimming over my earlobe.

“You,” I gasped out as he rocked against me again. “ Everything . I want everything, Parker.”

He groaned as I slipped my hands under his shirt, tugging it up his stomach. He helped me by crossing his arms and pulling it off over his head, a move that had no business being that hot. It was magic; I swear. At the very least, I was entranced by his bare skin.

“These too,” I responded, sitting up to push at the waistband of his sweats. Parker helped me tug them down, leaving him in just his boxer briefs. “Need them off.”

My breath caught in my throat as he ran his fingers through his light brown strands, pushing them back off his forehead. His hair was still a little damp from his shower, his amber eyes bright as he took me in.

He swallowed roughly, his tone turning serious. “I… I want to make you feel good. But I’m nervous that I’m going to do something wrong, or that I won’t be very good, and?—”

“I know.” I cupped his cheeks. “But I trust you. I want you.”

A groan. “Fuck, baby. You’re too good to me.” He pushed his jersey up over my hips, bearing my lower half to him. “I’m probably not going to last very long the first time. But I want it to be good for you.”

“It will be. Everything you do to me feels good, Parker.” He had no idea. I’d never been with someone who gave as much as he did. Like my pleasure was his sole focus.

He laid down on the bed, dragging me so I straddled his stomach. I was hyper-aware of how wet I was as I planted my hands on his pecs.

“Come sit on my face, Rosie,” Parker urged me, gripping my hips. “I need to make you come first.”

“Oh.” I squeaked as he lifted me up, settling me on top of his mouth. Planting my knees on either side of his head, I hovered above him.

“ Sit,” he commanded, grasping my hips and pulling me down until his tongue breached my entrance, running up my slit.

I let out a little gasp as his lips closed over my clit, sucking and applying the most delicious amount of pressure as his grip on me kept me pinned down against his body.

It didn’t take much till I was crying out, rocking my hips in time with the movements of his mouth as he alternated between thrusting his tongue, brushing his teeth over my clit, and sucking it into his mouth.

It was too much. It wasn’t enough.

“Parker,” I cried out as the orgasm burst through me. He licked me through it, lapping up my release, and when I came back to my senses, he pulled me back down against his chest.

He tucked my hair behind my ear. “Fuck, I’ll never get tired of that.”

“Me too,” I hummed, shimmying backward until his cock pressed against my ass, already hard. Bending down, I pressed my lips against his, tasting myself on his tongue. “I want you,” I begged. “I want to feel you.”

He nodded, and I climbed off of him to grab a condom from the box as he tugged his boxers off, finally freeing his length.

It was the first time I’d ever seen him completely naked, and it was glorious. All those muscles, his body toned from lacrosse and all the time he spent in the gym.

“Here,” I murmured, handing him the foil packet, finally drawing my eyes away from his body and up to his face.

Parker smirked, taking it from me and setting it on the bed between us. “Like what you see, sunshine?”

I blushed. “I?—”

He laughed, and it instantly made me feel better. It was a reminder that the man I was sharing this moment with was my best friend. My boyfriend now, but that solid foundation of friendship was the reason I was so comfortable around him.

“Come here, baby,” he said, patting the spot on the bed next to him as he sat up. I climbed over to him, sitting on my knees.

“Hi,” I whispered, my eyes focused on his cock. God, it was big, pre-cum already dripping from the head. I’d never really thought of one as beautiful before, but his was. I’d had him in my mouth before—multiple times—but something about this moment felt so different.

“Hi.” Parker reached out, tracing the details of my face before running his finger over my collarbone. “Put it on me?” He murmured, looking at the condom between us.

I nodded. The intimacy in this moment was enough to set my body on fire.

Reaching down, I wrapped my hand around his length, pumping it a few times before I bent down, running my tongue over the tip, lapping up the liquid there. He let out a guttural groan, and it was only then that I finally ripped open the packet, rolling it down his length.

I’d always used condoms with previous partners, even though I was on birth control, but I already wanted to know what it would feel like to have him bare inside of me.

I groaned as I climbed onto his lap, pressing a kiss to his lips before positioning his tip at my entrance. I sank down a few inches. It was an adjustment to take him in since he was so much bigger than me, but I already felt so full, even with barely more than the tip inside me.

Parker brushed his thumbs over my nipples, the fabric rough against my bare skin as he cupped me over his jersey. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

Rocking my hips against him again, I took him a little deeper, letting out a moan. “You’re so big.” I shut my eyes, trying to work him into my body.

“But look how well you’re taking me. And you’re going to take every inch, aren’t you, baby?”

I whimpered as I wiggled down another few inches. Parker’s eyes were focused on where I was taking him into my body, but he hadn’t moved yet. I suspected he was holding himself still, knowing that when he moved, it would be over.

But I was perfectly comfortable taking the lead.

“Audrey,” he groaned, resting his forehead against my shoulder. “You feel so good.”

His hips thrust up, an involuntary movement, and I gasped as he settled inside me, burying himself to the hilt. Fuck, I was so full. I’d never been with anyone this big before, and he felt incredible. Like I’d been made just for him.

The perfect fit.

Parker wrapped his arms around my back, holding me tight against his body, keeping his cock buried deep inside me.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He chanted, tangling his fingers in the jersey’s hem. “Give me a minute. I just need this to last.”

I chuckled, nodding as I ran my fingers through his hair, soothing him. “It’s okay even if you don’t.”

Wiggling my hips, Parker let out a grunt. “Audrey. Fuck . That’s just mean.”

He grabbed the hem of his jersey, guiding it up and off my head, practically tearing it off my body. “I love fucking you in my jersey, but I want to see all of you.”

Nodding, I eagerly agreed with the sentiment.

His eyes were focused on my tits as he reached out, cupping each one as he tenderly rubbed each one with his thumb before pressing his lips to the swells of each breast.

“Perfect,” Parker murmured.

And then, without warning, he flipped us, positioning me against the pillows as he pulled out, leaving just the tip inside, before thrusting back in.

“ Oh,” I cried out. “Yes.”

Parker was clenching his teeth, and I could tell how desperately he was trying to hold himself back. But he didn’t need to.

I reached out, guiding his fingers to my clit, the two of us beginning to work it in tandem even as he continued rocking his hips, driving me higher and higher. The room was filled with the sound of us, skin smacking against skin, as we made love for the first time.

“Don’t stop,” I panted. “I’m going to come.”

“Thank fuck,” he groaned, still rubbing circles against my clit, giving me the delicious pressure I needed. “I’m not going to last much longer.”

He leaned down, giving me his lips, and white burst across my eyelids, bright and dazzling as I came. I could feel my pussy clenching around him, and more curses fell from his lips as he followed right behind me, my orgasm triggering his own. I could feel him swelling, growing harder before he came, losing himself in my body.

Parker collapsed onto me, his weight like a warm blanket, and I wrapped my body around his.

“How was that?” I whispered in his ear.

“Mmm.” He responded. “Ask me again in twenty minutes. I think you’ve killed me. I think I just died, and I’m in heaven now.”

I giggled, wiggling my hips as I felt him soften inside of me. We’d need to clean up, but for now I was content to stay just like this, safe and warm in his arms.

The only place I wanted to be.