14. Nicholas

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Even though I'd had more than a few beers, the only thing I was drunk on was Parker Evans.

It was like I couldn't help myself around him, my instincts always to be closer to him, to have my hands touching his skin. Even now with me on top of him against the kitchen island, it still didn't feel like we were close enough, like there was still a way to go before I could've ever been satisfied or satiated.

Just then, I felt Parker's cock hardening against my own, the fabric of our clothes rubbing against one another's. I felt a growl escape my chest as I pressed a wild kiss against his neck, soon shifting down his body. I didn't stop until I was at the waist of his jeans, my hands scrambling for his zipper before pulling it down. It didn't take me much longer to free his cock from his boxers, the length of it popping free once I did.

And then, my mouth was on him, my movements unfettered, my lips sliding up and down his shaft in a frenzied rhythm.

"Fuck… Nicholas…" Parker groaned and writhed under me. "Fuck…"

I didn't respond with my words, instead increasing my pace against him, my tongue swirling all along the tip of his cock. Soon enough, he was leaking with precome, the taste of it echoing in my mouth as I continued to play with his shaft. I groaned as I felt him getting harder and harder between my lips, knowing that I was bringing him right up to the edge.

"Wait… Nicholas…," Parker moaned my name. "If you keep going like that I'm going to…"

"I know." I smirked up at him before I went right back to work, my head shamelessly bobbing up and down his shaft. A few moments later and he was coming for me, his cock exploding inside of my mouth, his come still one of the best things I'd ever tasted.

"Oh, my God." Parker let out a laugh tinged with shock. "Fuck. I don't know if I've ever come that fast in my life. You were really going for gold there, huh?"

"Going for gold implies we're at the finish line, sweetheart." I beamed up at him, before giving his cock a playful kiss. "I'm nowhere near done with you yet, Parker. I just got a little ahead of myself. That's all."

"Nowhere near done with me yet?" Parker raised an eyebrow, shock still on his face. "But I already?—"

"Stay right there," I commanded before I maneuvered myself off the kitchen island.

"Where are you going?" Parker called out, his gaze following me as I walked toward the refrigerator.

"Just one minute," I replied, opening the fridge, my mind racing as I came up with a plan right there on the spot. I murmured to myself as I reached for something toward the back, a small container of whipped cream I kept on the rare occasion I was having dessert at home. After that, I opened my freezer, grabbing a carton of vanilla ice cream, the dessert that was meant for the rare occasion itself.

"Uh, what are you doing?" Parker asked as he watched me set the whipped cream and ice cream down beside him. I didn't immediately answer his question, my focus on opening each container, wondering if I had enough left for my spur-of-the-moment intentions. Thankfully, it looked like I'd been right about how rare I'd dipped into either one, both of them nearly filled to the brim.

Then, without saying a word, I dumped half of the cold whipped cream on Parker's chest.

"Fuck! What the fuck!" He winced at the feel of it. "Oh, my God! Nicholas! That's so fucking cold?—"

I shushed him with a deep kiss, cutting off his words at their source. Afterward, I dragged my tongue down his chest, stopping to lick the whipped cream off his nipples one at a time. My movements were deliberate and calculated, knowing the warmth of my tongue with the contrast of the whipped cream would cause a memorable sensation. A few seconds later and my theory was proved right, Parker's moans soon filling the room.

"You like that?" I asked, my question low, my tongue soon returning to his skin.

"Yes, sir," he answered, his cheeks burning red as he spoke. "I like that."

"Good. I like it, too." I offered him a small smile before I finished the job, making sure I'd licked him perfectly clean. I then reached for the ice cream container, licking a long stripe of it before swallowing it down. Parker watched, curious, as I casually repeated the motion back-to-back.

"Care to share?" he joked, his eyes glued to my body. "It must be really good if you're wolfing it down like that."

"I'm just trying to make sure it works."

"Make sure what works?" Parker looked at the ice cream container before bringing his focus back to me. "Nicholas?—"

"Sir—"

"Sir, what are you talking about?"

"This," I said, before I brought my mouth back down around Parker's cock. I made sure to fit the whole length of him between my lips, guaranteeing he'd feel the coldness around every inch of his shaft. Parker's eyes went wide as he stared down at me, his frame shivering under my touch.

"Oh, my—Fuck!" Parker whimpered, even as his cock grew harder against my tongue. "I can't—I can't?—"

I moved my mouth away from him, then, before nodding toward his hardened shaft. "Yes, you can, sweetheart. It looks like you're actually quite the fan."

"I don't know," Parker whined. "I think my cock might be wrong about this one."

"I think you should listen to what it has to say." I chuckled before taking a few more licks of ice cream. I then wrapped my lips around Parker's shaft again, his cock throbbing even harder than the first time I'd sucked him off tonight. I felt Parker relaxing into it, or trying to, his body still slightly shivering from the cold, his hand resting against my hair as I moved up and down his shaft.

When I felt him getting close again, I moved my mouth away from him, replacing my lips with my hand. I steadily stroked his cock, as I looked over at him, watching the way pleasure moved across his face in small tics and the curves of his mouth.

"You're so fucking beautiful," I murmured.

"You're always saying that," he murmured right back. "You keep giving me compliments like that and you're going to give me a complex."

"I don't think I can give you something that you already have." I grinned. "You know you're beautiful, Parker. Don't pretend you don't."

"Nicholas—"

"Come for me," I commanded, as I sped up my strokes against his cock, my palm moving up and down his shaft. "Come for me, sweetheart. I want to see the look on your face."

"I don't know if I can," he admitted, his voice small. "It feels so good but?—"

"Come for me, Parker," I commanded again. "No excuses. You can do this. I know you can."

"Yes, sir," Parker whimpered, and I felt his cock stiffen against my palm. A few more strokes and his come was filling my fist, trails of it dripping against my fingertips.

And fuck.

He looked just as beautiful as always when he fell apart, his mouth open, his eyes half-lidded and his pupils entirely blown. He shuddered under me as he finished coming, his hands gripping tight onto either side of the kitchen island. I gently kissed his lower stomach as he recovered, his breaths shallow and quick before he slowly gazed up at the ceiling.

"Is that it? Are we done?" Parker asked, his fingers now letting go of the island. "Because I don't know how much more of this that I can take in one night?—"

"Not done yet. Sorry."

"But sir, I?—"

"How about I give you a break?" I flashed him a smile, my hands already pushing down my own pants and boxers, not stopping until I'd kicked them onto the floor. "Give your cock a little rest?"

That seemed to catch Parker's attention, as he brought his gaze back toward me. He looked me up and down, his eyes pausing a moment on my cock, before they returned to my face…

And then, he let out a dramatic sigh. "Hmm. I don't know. I guess it all depends on what you have in mind for my break?"

"I was thinking you could suck my cock." I smirked. "Let me come down your throat."

"Maybe…"

"Maybe?"

"What happens if I don't want to play ‘Follow The Leader' anymore?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"I want to find out what happens if I don't want to be a good boy for you anymore," Parker explained, his tone curious. "What happens to me if I don't do everything you say?"

"Do you really want to find out?"

"I do." Parker nodded. "I really do."

"Then, take off the rest of your clothes," I instructed, my hands folded behind my back as I watched his every move. "And then, get on your hands and knees."

Parker did as he was told, shifting his jeans and boxers down his body before settling into position against the kitchen island. I kept quiet as I made my way further into the kitchen yet again, my fingertips gently trailing over a set of drawers. It took me a few seconds to find what I was looking for, soon pulling a wooden spoon into my grip.

When I returned to where Parker was situated, I softly ran the wooden spoon along his legs, his thighs, his ass. I then watched his chest, noting the way his breaths were coming faster, excitement clearly emanating from his skin. I brought the spoon back toward my side, letting him calm down, waiting until his breaths had returned to their normal pace…

And then, once he was least expecting it, I brought the spoon down against his ass.

Hard.

"Fuck!" Parker yelled, his palms hastily balling into fists.

I brought the spoon down against his ass for a second time, with the same amount of impact. He let out another sharp yell, and I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face as I noticed the imprint of the spoon against his skin. I brought a hand up to it, tracing the outline with my fingers, making sure my touch was delicate and soft.

"Had enough, sweetheart?" I asked, the question drenched in sweetness.

"Have you?" Parker's tone was filled with his usual challenge, as he turned around to face me, something defiant in his gaze. "Because I could do this all night."

"Oh, Parker. You really shouldn't test me."

"Because?"

"Because I'd be more than happy to mark you up until it's dawn outside. Because I love the idea of you not being able to hide that you were all mine, that you gave yourself over to me, and that you loved every minute of it. I mean, fuck, just the thought of you having to explain to people how much you wanted this to happen, how much you wanted my cock afterward, too? Fucking perfection."

"I didn't say anything about wanting your cock?—"

"You don't have to, sweetheart," I cooed. "I know your body by now, Parker. I can read you like an open book."

I didn't wait for Parker to say anything in response as I leaned down against his ass, my tongue suddenly licking across his hole. I let the wooden spoon crash onto the kitchen island as I pressed my hands on his cheeks, spreading him so I'd have even more access to his sensitive hole than before. Parker groaned, as I licked him again and again, darting my tongue further and further into his ring.

I deeply sighed with contentment as I shifted my mouth away from him, replacing my tongue with one of my fingers. Parker seemed receptive to the change, his hips pushing back toward my palm as I started to steadily slide a finger in and out of his hole. A few more thrusts with my finger and I soon added another, now fingering him with two.

Fuck.

I inwardly groaned at the feel of his tight hole around my fingers, my cock twitching at the idea of being the next thing inside him. I had visions of pulling my fingers out of him and slamming my cock into him as the very next thing, fucking him rough until I'd had my fill of him. And while it was a rather lovely vision, I knew that it needed to be slightly modified to fit reality.

"Stay put," I commanded before I headed off to my bedroom, my mind singularly focused on finding what I needed. A few seconds later and I was back in the kitchen, one of my hands rolling a condom down my aching shaft. I didn't say anything to Parker as I climbed up behind him on the island, my hands reaching for his hips as I positioned my cock right in front of his entrance.

Then, I was inside him, my cock filling him up instantly as I made sure every inch of me disappeared deep into his hole.

"Fuck, Parker," I moaned, already moving against him, fucking him deep, fucking him mercilessly, too. "You feel so fucking good…"

"Nicholas… Nicholas…" Parker moaned now, too. "Wait…"

"Wait?" I quickly stopped my hips in their tracks, even though it took everything inside of me to stop fucking the most beautiful man?—

The most beautiful person?—

I'd ever been with in my life.

"I want to see you," he murmured. "While you're inside me."

"Of course, we can do that, sweetheart." I nodded as I spoke, already shifting our positions. I moved away from him as I guided him onto his back, my hands reaching for his thighs as I spread them apart, finding my place between them. After that, I lifted his ass, just enough for his hole to be aligned with my cock…

And then, I slammed inside him all over again.

"Come here," Parker groaned, as he reached up toward me, clearly wanting me to be even closer to him. I obliged, shifting until our chests were touching each other, until my mouth was pressed against his in a sloppy kiss, my cock still pounding into him.

Mine.

Parker Evans was mine.

I'd had these possessive sorts of thoughts before while we were together, but this time things felt different. It wasn't just about being like this, with me being inside him. There was something deeper stirring inside of me, something that wanted Parker all the time, something that wanted to let him know that he was definitively mine, each and every part of him, from his fingertips all the way down to his?—

Shit.

Wait.

I knew what this was. The word was on the very tip of my tongue as I felt myself finishing inside him, my cock claiming him all for me. It settled in the back of my head as I collapsed against his chest, our hearts beating against each other, too, swirling in each beat until it felt like they were effortlessly swimming together in one unified sound.

"Fuck…" Parker eventually let out a tired breath. "That was so… intense."

"I'm starting to get the feeling you like it that way." I grinned down at him, before placing a soft kiss against his forehead.

"I think I'm starting to like it that way, too."

"You don't have to do this, you know."

Parker whined as I pulled him into my arms, finally moving away from the kitchen island. I didn't stop until he wrapped his arms around my neck in return, my hands securely cradling him in the middle.

"I'm just being a gentleman," I replied, with a light chuckle. "There's no way I could ask you to walk to the bedroom, not after how much I put you through tonight. Besides, there's the whole fact that you're probably a little tipsy from earlier, too?—"

"I'm literally not tipsy, at all," Parker cut me off with a laugh. "And thank you, by the way, for cutting the beer tasting short. I didn't know if I was going to last another full round. Again, not because I was getting tipsy, I just didn't know if my tongue or throat could handle any more of it?—"

"Oh, no one said your beer tasting journey was over. There's always tomorrow, Parker."

"Help! Help!" Parker playfully shouted. "This man is holding me hostage and making me try every beer that ships to Virginia!"

"And a few that are made in-state, too," I corrected. "Don't forget about those."

"You're absolutely diabolical." Parker laughed again, as we made our way into the bedroom. I carefully laid him down against the bed sheets, as he luxuriated against a few pillows.

He then looked over at me, with a serious expression on his face.

"Something on your mind, Parker?" I asked as I settled into bed beside him.

"Nothing." He quietly shook his head. "It's just the way you said tomorrow."

"Yeah?"

"You said it like I live down the street or something," Parker murmured. "Like we're next-door neighbors. It's not… always going to be this easy, Nicholas. And even if it could be…"

Parker shook his head again, like he was trying to clear his mind. "Shit. Sorry. I don't know what I'm talking about right now. Practical, right? We're supposed to keep this practical."

He offered me a thumbs up before he turned over in bed. "Goodnight, Nicholas."

"Goodnight, Parker," I said, even though I wanted nothing more than to continue the conversation, to get Parker's attention by shaking his shoulder or pulling him back into my arms. That one little word from earlier flew right back into my brain, desperate to edge its way out of my mouth, desperate for me to tell Parker the truth of how I was feeling even if it blew up everything between us.

Desperate for me to tell Parker that I was falling for him…

And I was falling hard.