11. Parker

11

Shit.

My apple cider had just spilled, the cooled contents of the cup now somewhere beside my head as Nicholas' body was pressed against mine on the rug. I was thankful for its coolness, although, even if it'd been blistering hot I probably wouldn't have noticed, my attention fully taken by Nicholas' mouth on mine.

God.

He tasted just like the apple cider that'd disappeared from my cup onto the floor.

I grinned at the thought of it, the idea that I was still drinking apple cider in a way, still getting what I wanted just in a much better package.

"What are you smiling about?" Nicholas asked as he stared down at me on the rug, his hands resting on either side of my head.

"Nothing," I murmured, a little embarrassed to admit the truth. "It's just… you taste like apple cider right now. I like it."

"You taste like apple cider, too." He smirked before continuing with the kiss, the heat radiating from the fireplace mingling with the heat between us. He then started to make his way down to my neck, pressing soft kisses against my skin, one of his hands pulling my shirt over my head. Once I was shirtless, he shifted from kissing my neck to kissing the very top of my chest, taking his time with every connection of his lips.

He repeated the same, deliberate motions as he kissed my sensitive nipples, one at a time, lingering just enough to make me moan. I watched as he moved down to my stomach, still kissing my skin soft and slow, like he had all the time in the world.

"Is this a punishment?" I whimpered, just as he began to plant kisses near the very top of my jeans.

"What makes you think this is a punishment?"

"Because you're going so slow?"

"I'm not going slow," he replied, with a light laugh. "I'm savoring you, Parker. I'm taking my time because I want to enjoy every last inch of you."

"But this is killing me," I whimpered again. "I thought you said that you were going to ruin me?—"

"I already am," he cut me off with a wicked grin, just as he leisurely pulled down my jeans and boxers, stopping once they reached down to my feet. He then went back to kissing all along my skin, even kissing along my aching cock. He repeated the motion against my thighs, my legs, my ankles. By the time he was finished, every part of me had been gently kissed, the sensation almost feeling like he was worshipping me, too.

Worshipping me before he devoured me.

A hunter dutifully praying over his prey.

There was something heated and hungry behind Nicholas' eyes when he looked back up at me, as he moved back up my body. It sent a pleasurable chill right up my spine as I tried to read his mind, as I tried to figure out what he was going to do to me, how he wanted to control me.

How he wanted to ruin me.

"Come here." Nicholas' voice was low as he pulled me up from the rug, not stopping until I was on my knees, kneeling in front of him.

"Take off my shirt," he instructed.

I froze at the sound of it, a realization hitting me that Nicholas had never let me undress him before. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," he replied before he brought my hands toward him. "I want you to."

I quietly nodded before I did as I was told, easing his shirt away from his skin. I was going to let the fabric hit the floor before he gently reached for it, his gaze soon meeting mine.

"Do you trust me?" he asked.

"Of course, I trust you, Nicholas."

"Good." He smiled. "I'm going to blindfold you now. Is that all right?"

I nodded again, just as Nicholas began to tie his shirt around my eyes, effectively blindfolding me with it. I took in a deep breath, centering myself in the darkness, the scent of the fireplace, the apple cider, Nicholas, everything threatening to overwhelm what was left of my senses.

"Kiss my chest," Nicholas commanded, his voice cutting through the darkness.

I shifted closer to him, or at least I thought I did, before bending down toward where I thought his chest should've been. Once my mouth made contact with his skin, I felt one of his hands on the back of my head, gently guiding me along his chest. I kept my kisses light and sweet, the same way he'd done for me, including when I reached his nipples, taking my time with each one of them. I then made my way back up to the very top of his chest, planting small kisses all in a row, delicate and neat.

"Kiss me." Nicholas' command came out rough and rugged. I followed it immediately, shifting my attention from his chest to his lips. A few seconds into our kiss, I felt Nicholas pushing me back toward the rug, not stopping until my back was once again resting against it.

And then, he was gone.

Or at least that was how it felt. I wasn't able to feel him against me anymore.

I wasn't able to feel him anywhere.

I was tempted to pull down the blindfold, wondering if Nicholas had taken a seat on the couch next to the fireplace, a playful grin on his face as he teased me. But I knew better than to disobey him, which meant that I just needed to wait right here until?—

Oh.

Nicholas' cock was currently at my lips, gently sliding its way into my mouth.

I opened my mouth in response, happily taking his shaft inside. His cock was already hard, a fact that caused me to groan, my body so ready for him to be deep inside me. Once his cock was fully inside my mouth, Nicholas started to move, pumping in and out of my lips at a steady pace.

Huh.

I'd had him inside my mouth plenty of times before but there was something different about it happening while I was blindfolded. Maybe it was the fact that I literally couldn't see what was going to happen next, if he was going to reach for my hair and pull me closer, if he was going to shift his fingers down toward my cock, too…

It was exciting. It was dizzying.

It was everything I hadn't known I was missing.

A few moments later, and Nicholas' was pulling his cock out of my mouth. I wanted to protest the motion, knowing that he was getting close, drops of his precome landing against my tongue only seconds ago. But before I had a chance to voice my opposition, Nicholas fully disappeared yet again.

And, for reasons I didn't quite understand, I almost felt like crying.

I knew it was related to the nature of being blindfolded, the uncertainty that occurred every time Nicholas effectively went missing. And yet, the feeling still rolled inside me, a kind of neediness that I wasn't quite used to.

"Playing hide and seek again?" I asked, before letting out a wistful sigh. "You know it's not fair, right? How am I supposed to find you if I can't see you?"

"You're uncomfortable," Nicholas said, somewhere in the darkness.

"Who said anything about being uncomfortable?"

"You always make jokes when you're uncomfortable," Nicholas replied. "Do you want to stop?"

"No, I just…" I stopped and started, trying to put the pieces together. "I don't think I've ever felt like this before. I feel so… reliant on you. It's just weird."

"It's okay to feel reliant on me, Parker," he said, his hands suddenly on my thighs, pushing them up toward my chest. "I would never do anything to hurt you. I told you. I like making you feel good."

"I know, I just—Fuck!" I cried out at the feeling of Nicholas' tongue now licking across my sensitive hole. "Oh, my God…"

Nicholas continued playing with my hole, his tongue swirling along its edges before diving right back in. I felt myself shamelessly grinding against his mouth, wanting his tongue to reach even deeper, wanting to give him even more access than he'd had before. A few more licks and Nicholas' fingers were wrapped around my shaft, too, pumping my cock as he eagerly ate me out.

"I can't… I can't…" I helplessly whimpered, my cock aching in his grip. "If you keep going like that I'm going to come…"

"No, you're not."

"But I can't hold on?—"

"Yes, you can," he cut me off, his hand still sliding up and down my shaft. "You're going to hold on for me, Parker. You're not going to come until I say that you can come."

"You're going to kill me," I whimpered again. "You're going to be the death of me."

"And you're going to enjoy every minute of it," Nicholas replied, before he brought his mouth back down to my hole.

I closed my eyes, then, even though I'd been surrounded by darkness. I needed to concentrate if I was going to be good for Nicholas, if I wasn't going to end up spraying my come all over his unsuspecting face. It felt impossible, at first, to try and suppress all the pleasure coursing through my body, to try and ignore the majority of it even though my body wanted to cave in.

Eventually, though, I got the hang of it. Sort of.

It was kind of like trying to exist on a whole different plane, like I was splitting myself between two places all at once. My head felt like it was floating somewhere right above me, all my thoughts both reachable and completely untouchable, too. Soon, my whole body felt like it was floating, making its way down an invisible river, a warmth coming over my skin as familiar as the sun.

What was happening to me right now?

I'd never felt anything like it.

"Still with me?" Nicholas' question was at my ear, his fingers gently trailing down my naked chest.

"I don't know," I admitted. "I don't… really know where I am right now."

"That can happen sometimes, when the body's overwhelmed with pleasure. Or pain." Nicholas softly kissed my cheek. "As long as you know you're safe, here with me, that's all that matters."

It was the last thing Nicholas said before I felt him move away from me again, a few seconds later his hands back on my thighs. He spread them wide for him before I heard a rustling sound, something being softly torn open before its remaining plastic hitting the ground. After that, I felt the tip of his cock near my tight entrance, slowly pushing his way inside of me.

"Fuck…," I groaned, just as he lowered his chest down toward mine, his lips pressing tightly against mine, too. My legs were now somewhere against his shoulders, giving him the exact kind of access that he needed to slam his cock into me, pounding into my hole harder with his every thrust. I felt myself slipping back into the place I'd gone before, the one where everything was warm and floating above me, every nerve ending I had overloaded with pleasure.

"Tell me that you're mine," Nicholas murmured, his cock still slamming into me. "Tell me that you've never been fucked like this before. Tell me how much you love the way I fuck you."

"I'm yours… I'm all yours…" I groaned before letting out a shuddering gasp, Nicholas' shaft pressing against something inside of me that felt like pouring gasoline right on a fire in the very best way. "I've never been fucked like this before… Nicholas… I love the way you fuck me…"

Just then, Nicholas' hands wrapped around my wrists, holding them over my head, pressing them against the rug. His hips sped up even faster, even rougher, as he claimed all of me for his own. I was running out of breath in my chest, each thrust pushing the air out of my lungs, my body struggling to keep up with the way he was taking me.

And yet, I never wanted it to end.

"Come for me," he commanded, his voice gruff. "I want you to come for me, Parker."

Instinctively, I did as I was told, something unfurling inside me like a ribbon coming loose that'd been holding everything together. My orgasm exploded out of me, way too intense and way too sudden, my fingers scrambling for purchase against Nicholas' back. There were tears sliding down my cheeks as I finished for him, relief and joy and tension all breaking through at the same time, all flowing through me in a way I hadn't expected.

Nicholas was coming, too, his frame shivering above me, his movements coming to a stop as he went still against me. A few moments later and he was removing the makeshift blindfold from my eyes, our gazes finally meeting after being apart for our whole fireplace encounter. Before I could process what he was doing, he was kissing my cheeks, gingerly kissing away the tears that were still rolling down my face.

"How was that?" His question was low, his lips still making my tears disappear. "How do you feel?"

"Good…," I replied, still processing the intensity of it all. "I don't think I've ever felt like that before."

"Felt like what?"

"Like any of it," I answered, with a small shake of my head. "I don't think I've felt anything like that before. It was so… intense. But in a good way."

Nicholas smiled before he moved away from my chest, finding his place beside me instead. He wrapped an arm around me, holding me close to him.

"You're beautiful, Parker," he started. "I think you might be the most beautiful person I've ever seen."

"Same goes for you," I said as I turned to look over at him. "I'm still not entirely sure you weren't created in a lab. Or I've just been totally hallucinating you this entire time."

"And how would that work?" Nicholas seemed amused by the concept.

"Well, in a day or two, the person who actually owns this home is going to walk through that door, catch me in their bed, and immediately call the cops. The whole time I'll be trying to explain that I've been staying with you, yadda, yadda, yadda. Of course, the big plot twist will be that you've been dead for fifteen years or something."

"Oh. So, I'm real, I'm just a ghost?"

"Why are you asking me? You're the ghost. You should know."

"I'm just trying to get the specifics down." Nicholas lightly chuckled before he pressed a soft kiss into my shoulder. "It would be a shame, though. If none of this turned out to be real."

"A damn shame," I replied, suddenly feeling like I was on the verge of passing out from being so tired. My eyes fluttered to a close, and I felt Nicholas' lips kiss each of my eyelids, delicate and sweet.

"Goodnight, Parker," he whispered.

"Goodnight, Nicholas," I whispered back, soon drifting into unconsciousness, the warmth of the fireplace on my skin no match for the warmth that was spreading through my chest.