Sixteen

Irun a brush through my wet hair while I peek around Parker's room. My heart warms when I see one picture on display of a young Parker and what I assume to be his parents. I was right; he does look so much like his mother, but his dad has those unmistakable grey eyes. My chest clenches at how happy they all appear in this picture. Parker knows greater loss than anyone else I've ever known, and my soul aches at the thought of what he feels when he looks at this picture.

His footsteps sound from the hallway, and I hop back into his bed, not wanting to trigger his mind to those memories tonight.

"Good thing I ordered a big box of these yesterday." Parker smirks, tossing my latest snack obsession on his bed.

I let out a little squeal. "How did you know?"

Heart-shield, activate immediately.

"Kinda hard to miss when you are always crunching on them."

"Oh, shut up…. And just admit you are sweet sometimes," I say, taking a bite into a Bare cinnamon apple crisp, exaggerating the crunching noise.

"Only sometimes?" he teases, getting back into his bed beside me.

"Yup, and other times, you're an arrogant asshole. Who turns me on way too much." Pretty apparent when we just finished round three of the night in his shower and decided we needed a midnight snack since we barely ate dinner.

He growls, pulling me into his rock-hard cock. There's only the thin pair of boxer briefs between us and his possessive hold on me.

"Oh, and possessive…which, speaking of, you didn't seem too jealous of your massage therapist"s hands all over me. I was pretty shocked when I walked in and saw a male."

He lets out a low chuckle. "I don't think I realized how jealous of a person I was until you came to work for me."

I try analyzing that statement, wondering if he means he wasn't that way with his ex. Or maybe her infidelity caused him to be that way.

Rightfully so.

Parker places a mind-melting kiss on my lips before pulling back. "You are one hundred percent right that I would not want another straight man's hands on you, even if he was someone I trusted."

He may have never known he was jealous, but I didn't realize how hot that could be. I love knowing even though I may never fully have Parker, I have that piece of him. A piece that wants all of me to himself.

"Good thing I know without a doubt that you are not Bennett's type. I've known him for many years. He's actually married to my barber, Jeff."

Oh… ohhh, that makes so much sense.

A comfortable silence settles between us as we both eat our snacks. It starts to sink in that maybe I should get up now and go to my room. That way, he doesn't get all weird on me. For my own self-preservation, I'd rather be the one to kick myself out.

Placing my empty snack bag on the side table, I roll onto him, kissing his cheek, forehead, and then his lips. "Thank you for everything tonight. It's always amazing with you."

But when I go to pull away, he does the opposite, holding me close. "Wait, are you trying to leave right now?"

"Well, kinda. I figured it was what you would want, and I'm okay with that too. Less complicated." I swallow thickly, trying to make myself believe everything I'm saying.

He seems to think about that for a minute. "But I wanted to make you come again," Parker says, grinding up into me.

"I'll never say no to that." I swivel my own hips and feel him still hard beneath me. "One more round, and then I'll return to my bed."

His cloudy eyes trail to my lips. "Sounds perfect." Parker's tone is questionable, but I don't read too much into it as he squeezes my ass and our tongues meld together.

The chemistry and desire never waver between us. His lips and hands on me are all it takes to have me soaking wet against his boxers.

I bite his bottom lip. "Can I ride your cock, Sir?"

Parker doesn't respond with words. Instead, he reaches between us, pushing his boxers down enough to let his cock free. My mouth salivates at the sight. I'm more than eager to have him raw again. We had the condom discussion earlier before round three in the shower.

Birth control… check.

Both clean… check.

I slide my already dripping wet pussy along his hard length, teasing the tip, but never letting it slip too far in. Grinding my clit against him, I let out a moan.

Parker growls as he grabs his cock in his hand, pushing inside of me. I groan at the stretch of him filling me up. Every time he is inside of me, it's an unexplainable euphoria I've never felt before. And each time, it's becoming more and more evident that it's not going away any time soon.

"There he is," I whimper as his hips move in tandem with mine. "I knew you wouldn't let me have control for too long."

He reaches up, tweaking my nipple, causing my body to ripple with more pleasure. "Don't worry, if I was your Dom, I'd give you permission to ride my cock whenever you want."

That only spurs me on. I bounce up and down on his cock, and his thumb finds my clit, pressing into it with just the right amount of pressure. Running my fingers through the longer strands of hair on top his head, I tug as my mouth finds his. I lose all control when my orgasm hits, and he drinks in my every moan.

Gripping my hips, he kisses me through each wave of bliss. Only when my body comes back down from its high does he break away.

"Spin around. I want to see that ass now," he demands.

Yes, Sir.

I flip around, straddling his lap. When I look back, I see Parker's cock wet with my cum in his hand, his other squeezing my ass. He rubs the tip against the tight untouched hole, and I reach back, spreading myself apart for him to see.

"I can't wait to fucking take you here."

I can't either.

"When?" My voice is so low, I barely recognize the sound.

"We need to work up to it, but I promise you, I'm going to. No need to worry, little brat. I'll have my cock in every part of you." I want that, I want him…everywhere.

I whimper, and he slides into me, causing me to moan even louder.

"Fuck, that pussy is already clenching me again."

"Yes, yes. I want it so bad," I say, pushing back into, my fingertips gripping his muscular thighs as I move up and down on his thick length.

He smacks my ass, caressing the sting as I whimper. "Yes, Angel, bounce that ass up and down. You are fucking killing me right now."

"Look at me," he commands, and I peek over my right shoulder, meeting his dark gaze.

Parker lifts his thumb to his mouth, wetting it, and I don't stop grinding down onto him, so close to my next release.

He presses the tip of his thumb into my ass, and my whole-body shudders. The intrusion feels so dirty yet so fucking right, and I know without a doubt I will be begging this man to take me there when he thinks I'm ready.

"Now apply that same pressure to your clit. I want to feel you quivering around my cock again."

I do as he says, riding his dick like a madwoman. I'm scared this will be my last fix and worried I'll never have enough of it. Of him.

"Come for me," he growls with another smack to my ass, and I completely fall apart, my eyes watering from the force of my release. Parker follows behind, and I swear his moans push me to the brink again as my body shakes and tingles.

And just like every other time tonight, he places a gentle kiss to my lips when we finish. It gives me butterflies unlike anything else. Which is exactly why a few minutes later, I'm searching his room for my clothes, knowing it's what's best for me.

"Your clothes are in the living room from your massage," he says, tossing me one of his black undershirts. "Here, wear this."

I know this is fucking dangerous for my mental sanity. It may just be a piece of clothing, but every female on this planet knows it's so much more than that. But that doesn't stop me from letting him tug it down over my body. And it sure as hell doesn't stop me from taking in the way he devours me in it.

"Thank you for tonight. I better get some sleep or else my boss will be very unhappy with me tomorrow."

He laughs at that, and with a smirk, he says, "I'm pretty sure your boss will be anything but unhappy with you."

I'm so thrilled he isn't freaking out or acting weird. Maybe some of that armor clad wall may finally be coming down.

"How will I ever repay you for the guest room full of black cat hair and all these orgasms?" I tease, before I walk out of his room.

Parker seems to think about something, and then he says, "Well, I do have a favor to ask of you."