Chapter Nine

CHAPTER NINE

Riven

My dick was throbbing. I hated wanting Parrish, but the truth was, I did. He was sexy as hell, and like I’d said, it had been a long time for me. But still, he was a Hunt. They had ruined my life, and no matter what he said and how much he swore he hated them, they were still his blood and I wasn’t. Frank, Bill, and Rex talked me into going to prison for something I didn’t do; they could manipulate Parrish too. Back then I’d thought I was like family to them, but they’d proved they would always choose each other over me, so why wouldn’t Parrish?

My brain was losing the battle with my dick with every second that ticked by, especially when my eyes snagged on his ass.

I wanted to come.

I wanted to fuck.

I wanted that piece of my life back that had been taken away from me.

I deserved that, didn’t I? To remember what it was like to touch someone and to be touched. To pleasure and to be pleasured.

I followed him, pressed my hand to the door when he opened it, and pushed it shut. “Fuck you for making me want you.” Because really, almost anyone would be better than Parrish for this. But he was here, and I needed it so bad. My whole body trembled with desire.

“That’s exactly what I thought when you came back into town. I thought I should hate you, that you would be trouble, but Jesus, I wanted you too.”

“I am trouble.” I pressed my chest against his back, Parrish’s body between mine and the door. “Don’t turn me into something I’m not because of what happened that night. I’ve still done a whole lot of bad shit in my life, and if it wasn’t for my grandma, maybe I’d be doing it again.” I grinded my dick against his ass, the friction enough to already have me wanting to come.

“That’s hotter than it should be.” Parrish reached back and held my hip. “I hope you’re not expecting me to top because there’s almost nothing I like more than a dick in my ass.”

A current of need ran the length of me. His words made my dick pulse and swell harder. It couldn’t be him specifically, just the fact that it had been so long since I’d had this.

I moved my hips, running my prick along his crease again, my other arm wrapping around him, hand drifting down until I palmed his hefty bulge. “I guess it’s a good thing I’m a top,” I told him before pressing my teeth into the meaty spot where his shoulder met his neck.

“I can’t wait for you to claim my hole.”

A wave of pleasure washed over me, making my body buzz with electricity. “This is just fucking,” I reiterated, partly for him and partly because I still needed to talk myself into this. I was going to fuck Parrish Hunt. It was so far from any reality I’d seen for myself when I got out.

“Stop stalling and fuck me…and even though I want to give it up to you, I might make you work for it.”

His words were a flame to my lust, making it burn even hotter.

Parrish tried to maneuver his way around, but I pushed him against the door again, holding him against it. My other arm wrapped around him again, working to unbutton and unzip his jeans, which wasn’t easy with only one hand.

I wasn’t dumb enough to think he couldn’t get out of my hold if he wanted, but so far he was letting me have my way with him. Once his pants were open, I struggled to tug them down.

“Would you like some help?” he asked, his voice mocking.

“Fuck you.”

“Those are your two favorite words.”

When my mouth opened, I knew they were going to come out again, so I snapped it closed. I let go of him where I was pressing against his back, giving myself two hands to jerk his pants and boxer briefs down to his knees.

Parrish had a great ass—tight and round, just a slight amount of fur, something that had always turned me on when I was with a man. While I thought women were beautiful, it was in a softer way. I loved the rough masculinity of being with a man, and Parrish had that in spades.

I cupped his ass cheeks, teased his crease again, while Parrish was fumbling to step out of his shoes and take off his jeans. “I thought you were going to make me work for it?” I asked when his clothes were beside him on the floor.

“Just because I want to be naked doesn’t mean I’ve given in.”

He whipped around before I could stop him. While he still had his shirt on, the front view was just as good as the back. His dick stood tall, veins bulging, precum at the tip. He was thick, his pubes darker than the hair on his head, balls full. It made my prick ache, my body strain as I tried to hold back how much I wanted him—no, wanted someone. My mouth watered, but I wasn’t sure I had it in me to get on my knees and suck off Parrish Hunt.

He jerked his shirt over his head. “Look your fill.”

He was magnificent. I hated thinking shit like that when it came to him, but he was everything I looked for in a man. I wondered what his skin would feel like against mine, how our hard muscles would rub and fit together. How the hair on his chest would be rough against mine, how hot his cock would be in my hand. What each muscle and valley of his abs would taste like.

“Jesus, Riv. The way you’re looking at me. I swear I feel your gaze like you’re touching me.” He wrapped a hand around the back of my neck, trying to tug me closer. He eased his mouth toward mine, but I turned my head.

He frowned, and when our gazes locked, his mouth chased mine again, but he didn’t hit his mark. Fucking was one thing, but I wasn’t kissing him. Couldn’t kiss him. Kissing was too intimate, something I couldn’t have with him, or hell, maybe not with anyone. I didn’t know how to do that anymore. Maybe I never had. Not really.

“Okay, I can work with that. Let’s make my teenage fantasy come to life and get you out of these clothes before you try to fuck me.”

“I don’t need to try. You’ll give it to me.”

“Truth. I don’t know why I’m pretending I won’t.”

He went for my jeans, fumbling to get them open. Every time his fingers brushed over my aching cock, a tremor of desire ran through me. I’d never wanted someone so bad, never needed to fuck so bad. Again, it couldn’t be about the man being Parrish specifically. I wanted nothing to do with him; it was this action I needed so badly. Maybe it was feeling wanted that I needed too.

Just as he began tugging my jeans down, I ripped my shirt over my head. The second I was naked, Parrish’s hand was around my dick, stroking roughly. I grabbed his ass, squeezed his cheeks, then bit into the top of his shoulder. I wanted my mouth on him, even though I didn’t want to kiss him.

He laughed. “This no-kissing rule is gonna make things difficult, isn’t it?” Before I could respond, he said, “Let me guess. Fuck me?”

Damned if I didn’t have to bite down on the inside of my cheeks to keep from smiling. “You can try kissing me, but I won’t let you.”

He grinned as if he liked that answer. I was pretty sure I liked him trying, even if only to be able to tell him to fuck off each time.

I used his distraction to grab ahold of him. He wasn’t a small guy—we were similar in height and frame—so it wasn’t easy. He fought back, the two of us wrestling as I led him past the couch and toward my bed.

He tackled me to the mattress, my dick twitching as it filled with even more blood. I liked that, liked it when he manhandled me, but sure as shit wasn’t going to let him get the upper hand.

I flipped us, Parrish bucking beneath me. I held his wrists, not letting him free, but then he leaned forward and tried to capture my mouth again, which made me let go. I pushed him down, licked his pebbled nipple while we moved together, our cocks thrusting against one another.

“That feels good,” he breathed out, and it really did.

My hand wrapped around our dicks as best it could. We were too thick for me to hold them properly, but just feeling his hot, hard length against mine made my world spin.

“You’re trembling,” Parrish said in a voice that almost sounded sweet…but that wasn’t all. It almost sounded like it was mixed with a little bit of awe.

He was right too, I was trembling, my whole body raw and vibrating out of my skin. We hadn’t even done anything yet, but somehow it still felt like it was too much. I smelled sweat on his skin, tasted the salt of his body on my tongue. The feel of his pulsing, thick cock against mine, and his body beneath me, were like sensory overload. I hadn’t felt this much in years, maybe never, and while it was overwhelming, I still craved more. It was fucked up how lack of intimacy for years could affect you, and I was feeling it now.

“Jesus, Riv, c’mere. Just let me suck you off for tonight. You need to come. We can play this game another day.”

Damned if I didn’t need that, need something. I hated myself for letting him flip us so I was on my back, legs hanging over the side of the mattress.

Parrish steered clear of my mouth, but he did kiss his way down my chest, and I let him. He took a moment to lash his tongue over each of my nipples before continuing his journey down. When he got to my cock, he cupped my balls, the simple contact making me arch forward.

“It’s an even better dick than I imagined.” The moment the words left him, Parrish lowered his hot, wet mouth around my shaft.

“Fuck!” I thrust up and into him.

Parrish gagged but took it. When he didn’t tell me to stop, I did it again and again and again, sinking myself into his throat, using him, but strangely, it also felt like giving something to him too. This moment wasn’t one we should be sharing, but we were, and I didn’t regret it, at least not yet.

“Suck my dick!” I said when he pulled off. Parrish just laughed, his mouth heading south, where he laved and sucked my balls. He burrowed his face in there, taking in the scent of me like he needed to breathe me in to survive.

“You smell good. Like musk and sex.”

“Suck me.”

“Ask me nicely.”

“No.” I shook my head, but the word please sat at the tip of my tongue, wanting to fall.

“You’re right. I won’t do that to you this time. Next time all bets are off.”

“There won’t be a next time,” I promised, then cried out when he took me into his mouth again. Parrish used his hand to stroke me while he bobbed up and down on my erection. My body was already tingling, each second that went by the feeling multiplying by hundreds, then thousands, then millions.

The ignition at the base of my spine shot fireworks through me, colors dancing behind my closed eyelids as I bucked between his lips, balls drawn up, cum filling his mouth in pulse after pulse that Parrish continued to swallow down.

When he’d wrung me dry, I melted into the bed, body limp and unable to move. The mattress dipped, and I managed to force my eyes open to see Parrish kneeling beside me, head dropped back, the corded muscles of his neck on display while he fiercely worked his hand up and down his shaft. Just before he came he looked down at me, our gazes holding while he shot his release all over my stomach and spent cock.

“That’s not happening again,” I managed to say.

“Okay.” He grinned.

“Fuck off, Parrish. It’s not.”

“I said okay.”

“Yeah, but you said it in a way that says you disagree.”

“Sounds like someone is deflecting.”

I shook my head, not having the energy to play this game. “I spent years in prison because of your family.” How could he not see that?

But he checked on Grandma. He helped her. He hadn’t known what happened.

“I know. But like I told you, I’m not like them. I’ll prove it to you, and I’ll make sure they never cause you any trouble again.”

I didn’t speak as he got up and started to collect his clothes. What was I even supposed to say to that? I didn’t need to be protected, and even if I did, I didn’t trust Parrish to do it.

Neither of us said a word while he got dressed. The last thing he said to me was, “See you at work on Monday,” and then he closed the door behind him.