Chapter 10

TEN

RORY

I groan when the sun shines on my eyes, drawing me out of sleep the following morning. I have a headache but it's not as bad as it could be. Flashes of the night before start to play through my head and I realize I don't remember most of what happened after we got to the Halloween party. I remember Zach, but after that it's all a bit of a blur.

I open my eyes and start when I realize I'm not in my own bed. I jolt up and look around before I see Parker next to me, and I don't know if I should feel relieved or horrified. What the hell happened last night? Then my eyes widen when I look down and see what I'm wearing. It's a T-shirt, but it's not mine. It's huge on me.

Fuck. Parker wouldn't take advantage of me, I know that, but why am I in his clothes? I still have my black panties on underneath, and god his shirt smells amazing, and it's ridiculously soft.

"Hey," I hear and turn to see Parker blinking up at me. "How are you feeling?"

"Um, okay, I think," I say. I pull on the shirt. "Is this yours?"

He flushes. "Yeah. You threw up in the middle of the night and a little bit of it got on your costume. I figured you wouldn't want to sleep in it after that. This was the easiest thing to get you into. I hope that's okay?"

I groan and fall back on the pillow, my hands over my eyes. "Okay, yes, but mortifying."

He chuckles. "We've all been there. It's no big deal. I rinsed off your costume and put it in the wash but didn't start it. I didn't know how to wash it."

"God, what else did you do?" I ask, turning towards him. "I don't remember much."

He flushes again. "It doesn't matter. You would have done the same for me." He pauses, then says, "We didn't do anything last night, just so you know. I mean, nothing happened. You just slept in here."

I flush, then nod as I bite my lip. "I didn't say anything too awkward or embarrassing, did I?"

"Um, no," he says, but I can tell by the hesitation in his voice and the way his eyes flit away from mine he's full of it.

"Oh, god," I groan, covering my face with my hands again. "You're a terrible liar. What did I say?"

He chuckles. "I mean, it wasn't that bad. Just that you thought I was hot…" he trails off.

I peek out from behind my hands. "That's not so bad."

He bites his lip. "And that you wanted me to kiss you."

My cheeks flame. "Oh, god." I hide again. "What else? Just get it over with so I can go walk into traffic."

He laughs. "You might have mentioned something about wanting me to fuck you. And a few more things that I don't think are worth repeating."

I move my hands away from my face and stare at him. "Why aren't they worth repeating?"

I shiver when he reaches over and strokes my cheek. "Because they aren't true."

I swallow. "You don't know that."

He gives a small smile. "I'm pretty certain. I only had a few minutes with you that night at the club, short stack, but it was enough to make me want more."

Tears fill my eyes and I hurry to wipe them away, sniffling as I do. "He said –" I'm cut off by Parker's finger against my lips. He shakes his head.

"Don't repeat it. Don't listen to it. Don't believe it. He was a manipulative narcissist who thought he could use you, and make you feel so bad about yourself that even after he cheated on you you would go back to him. And when that didn't work he got pissed, and now he's just out to hurt you more. That doesn't say anything about you, but it says a lot about him."

I nod, and then Parker's hand is sliding to my cheek, and his eyes are flitting to my lips. He moves closer and my heart starts pounding, goose bumps breaking out across my skin.

Right before he kisses me, though I put my finger to his lips. "I can't," I say. He frowns. "I need to brush my teeth. I feel gross."

I grab my glasses off the nightstand and slip them on before I slide out of bed and make my way down the hall towards the bathroom. I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to brush my teeth. I'm sure my breath is disgusting after last night. But I'm also trying to screw up the courage to let him kiss me. Yes, I've wanted it for a long time, but after last night I'm more anxious than ever about Parker rejecting me. I'm also scared of it leading to something more, because even though I don't want to let Zach's words bother me, they do, and what if Parker realizes that he was right? That I'm a lousy lay? What if he doesn't like the noises I make when I'm being pleasured? What if I humiliate myself?

I only had a few minutes with you that night at the club, short stack, but it was enough to make me want more.

I brush my teeth and remove my nasal strip, tossing it in the trash, then head to the kitchen for a glass of water. I'm swallowing it down when Parker comes around the corner looking as sexy as ever in his pajama pants and no shirt, his dark hair tousled, and his dick tenting his pants.

I almost whimper as he steps closer to me, because I want him so fucking badly, but I'm still scared. He takes the glass from my hand, setting it on the counter behind me. "I brushed my teeth, too," he says. "But if you don't want this, just tell me."

You look incredible. You're the prettiest one out there. He's just jealous he doesn't have control of you any more.

I shake my head as he steps closer. His brows furrow. "Is that a no, or –"

"No," I say, softly, urgently. "I mean, no. I mean, it's not a no."

He grins. "Yes?"

I nod. The words are a whisper when I say them. "Yes. Yes. Kiss me. Please fucking kiss me."

He grips both of my cheeks in his giant hands and slots his lips against mine. He's gentle, and slow and so unbelievably sweet and tender. I slide my arms around his neck, and his arms move down, wrapping around my waist as I push up on my tiptoes to reach him better. I kiss him back, gasping when he grips my thighs and hauls me up, setting me on top of the counter. Our lips part for a moment and I stare at him, his hazel eyes dark, pupils blown wide, his cock fully tenting his pajama pants now. There's even a wet spot where his precum has leaked through. Oh, fuck. It's hard for me to believe that it's me that's doing that to him.

"You okay?" he asks, his voice gruff, and I nod. His mouth meets mine again. He kisses harder now, his tongue sliding along my lower lip, and I hesitate before letting him inside. I'm whimpering in an instant as he devours me, sucking and licking on my tongue, running his fingers through my hair. I moan when he presses a hand against my back and slides me forward so that I'm pressed against him, my cock hard against his stomach. Oh, fuck that feels good. I start to rut against him and he moans, making my cock jerk.

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. I pull back and bury my face in his shoulder as I bite my lip, trying to stifle my whimpers and trembling. But I can't stop moving. It feels too damn good. I cling to him as I thrust.

"Hey," he says, stepping back and tilting my chin up to look at him. I almost sob at the lack of friction against my cock and have to keep myself from humping the air. "Don't hold back, freckles. I want it all. I want you to make yourself feel good, okay? I want you to nut so hard you pass out, and I don't want you to hide anything from me. I want all your pretty little noises. You feel good, I want to hear it. Okay?"

I nod and then grab his hips, pulling him back to me and wrapping my legs around his waist this time, letting the T-shirt I'm wearing slide up my thighs. "Don't move," I tell him, then grip his face and kiss him hard as I thrust my hips shamelessly against him. I moan into his mouth when I feel his warm, strong hands gripping my bare legs and then sliding under the shirt and pressing against my back.

"Nnnggg," I whine, clinging to him as I use his firm, muscled body to get myself off. "Oh fuck, Parker. Fuck. I'm so hard." I kiss him again, hard, and he returns the kiss, sucking and nibbling, tasting me. We moan into each other's mouths, our fingers running through each other's hair. I whimper when he tugs on my curls and my cock jerks. I pull back from the kiss, my hips still moving and my cock leaking like crazy in my panties. "I'm gonna come."

"Fuck, yes," he growls. "Come for me, little rabbit. You're so fucking hot when you're turned on. Don't stop."

God, he's amazing, and his encouragement only spurs me on. Our lips meet again and I shiver when he runs his finger up and down my spine, stopping just above the waistband of my panties each time. I thrust harder, moaning louder as his tongue tangles with mine again. "Oh, fuck," I moan. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. I'm gonna… fuck, Parker." I cling to him as my orgasm crashes into me and I'm spraying my release, filling up my silky black panties with my cum. I feel it sliding down my thighs seconds later.

"Damn, freckles, that was hot," Parker murmurs as I grip his shoulders and rest my head against him, breathing heavily. Then he sinks to his knees and raises my shirt just a bit more, before his fingers slide under the waistband of my panties. "Can I?"

My eyes widen but I lean back and let him slide them off, my naked ass now perched on the counter. He drops the cum covered panties on the floor. Then he leans forward and I suck in a breath, gripping his dark hair as he licks up my spunk, my thighs trembling, and I feel tears springing to my eyes.

His gaze meets mine after he's cleaned up every last drop. "You have the prettiest, most perfect cock in the world," he tells me, then presses a kiss to the tip, making it twitch. "I've thought that since the very first night."

"It's small," I tell him, my throat tight.

"It is," he says. "But so are you, little dude. And it's perfect for you. Don't let anyone tell you differently. Not even yourself. It's adorable, and I'm as crazy about it as I am about you." He kisses it again and again, then nuzzles it, and I have tears sliding down my cheeks when I pull him to his feet and kiss him again. I can taste myself on him and it's incredible.

"Let me blow you," I tell him, knowing he's still rock hard. This is the first sexual encounter I've had where the focus was solely on me, on my pleasure, on making sure I felt good. And it was incredible. I want to do the same for him.

"You don't have, too, freckles," he says, stroking my cheek. I smile.

"I want to, though." I hop off the counter and blush when I see my cum soaked panties lying next to his feet. Then I'm sinking to my knees on the hard floor as I pull his pajama pants and briefs down, letting them pool at his feet, his huge cock standing at attention between his legs and leaking profusely. I lick my lips as my dick jumps, trying to spring back to life. I stare up at him, realizing this is the first time he's been completely naked in front of me. Damn. I can't get enough of his gorgeous, toned body and all that golden skin, his thick thighs dusted with dark hair and the light treasure trail leading to his beautiful cock. My dick twitches again and I lean in, nuzzling his groin. His breath hitches as he grips my curls.

"Fuck, why is it so hot to have you on your knees for me, wearing my clothes, with your panties on the floor next to you coated in your cum?" he says, his voice husky. I smirk up at him, then lick the tip of his cock, the taste of him exploding on my tongue. I moan and close my eyes, then lick the tip again.

"I won't run away this time," I promise. "I want to swallow you. Come in my mouth."

"Are you sure?" he asks, ever the sweetheart. I nod, then hear him grunt as his grip on my hair tightens when I lick a stripe up his shaft, one hand gripping his hip and the other gripping his dick. I reach between his legs and fondle his balls, and he moans, spurring me on. I press my lips to his sack and kiss him before taking them in my mouth. "Oh, fuck, freckles, that's good."

I hum around him and suck for a bit longer before popping off. His dick is leaking like a sieve now, and I can't help feeling proud of myself for that. I grip it again and lick from base to tip before taking him into my mouth. He grunts and his hand leaves my hair. I look up to see him gripping the counter behind him, his face flushed and his pupils blown wide.

"Fucking fudgsicles, little man, you're sexy as hell," he rumbles, staring down at me. I take him deeper and watch as he throws his head back and his stomach sinks in, his knuckles turning white as he grips the counter harder. I moan at the taste of him, the weight of his thick, heavy cock on my tongue, filling me, the saltiness of his precum leaking out and sending zings of pleasure down my spine when it hits my tastebuds. I bob up and down, stroking him with my free hand and hearing his breath stuttering as he tries to keep from thrusting into me. His hand grips my hair again as he pants, and he pulls me off.

"I'm close," he tells me. "Can I move? Can I fuck your mouth, little rabbit?"

I nod. It's been a long time since I had someone face fucking me, but I've always loved both giving and receiving blow jobs and I want to make this good for him. I want to make him fall apart with my mouth. I take him deeper still.

"Oh, fuck. Yes, yes, fuck, freckles, I'm close. So fucking close." He thrusts into me, gripping my curls and making my eyes water as his dick slides in and out relentlessly. He stares at me and I know I must look like a sight, tears sliding down my cheeks, snot on my face as I breathe through my nose and let him use me. "Fuck, freckles, you look so good," he says. "I'm gonna come." He thrusts two more times and then he's throwing his head back as his body spasms, his thighs trembling as he shoots down my throat. I gag as I try to swallow everything, and some of his spunk slides out of my mouth and down my chin.

He pulls out and immediately slides to the floor, taking my face in his hands. "Shit, are you okay? That was intense. Did I hurt you?"

I shake my head as he uses the dish rag in his hands to wipe the mess from my face. "You were amazing," he tells me and I can't help beaming.

"You wanna shower with me?" he asks. "Or by yourself. No pressure, of course."

I smile. "I'd like that." He helps me stand and we make our way to his room and the master bath. I stare at him as he turns the water on, that tight ass on display, the corded muscles of his back flexing with every movement.

"Damn," I say, and he turns, grinning at me. I flush and bite my lip.

"Can I?" he asks, stepping closer and gripping my glasses. I nod, and he slides them off, setting them on the counter, before he grips the shirt I'm wearing, and meets my eyes. I nod again, and my flush deepens as I raise my arms. He slides the shirt up and off, letting it fall to the floor. I feel a bit self conscious standing in front of him naked. I know I'm scrawny. I don't have muscles like he does and I definitely don't have a six pack. But the way he's looking at me tells me I don't need any of that to be sexy in his eyes.

"Damn, little rabbit," he says, his gaze heated once again. "I can't get over how fucking pretty you are." He bends to kiss me again and then tugs me into the shower.

We take our time rinsing off before Parker squirts some soap on his hand and starts to lather up my arms and shoulders. "This okay?" he asks. I nod. He moves his hands down my chest, bending over to reach my hips and belly. His hands are gentle, and I shiver as his breath ghosts over my naked skin. A gasp leaves me when his fingers caress my cock. He's not trying to turn me on, but it feels good nonetheless. He cleans me, and it feels almost worshipful, the attention he lavishes on my dick and my balls. After all the comments Zach made about my small penis, I stopped even undressing with him in the room because I became so self-conscious about it, but once again Parker is turning the tables, showing me how much he adores those parts of me that Zach sneered at.

"Oh, fuck," I whisper when he sinks to his knees and soaps up my legs, and then my feet. He presses a kiss to my belly button and then my cock, and fuck, I'm going to cry again if he doesn't stop being so damn perfect.

"Turn around," he instructs, and I do. He gathers more soap on his hands and washes my back. I can't help the moan that leaves my lips when his hands reach my ass cheeks, kneading them, before I feel his lips against my ass and the scruff of his stubble, making me suck in a breath. He stands and presses a kiss to my neck. I shiver when he rumbles in my ear, "You've got the cutest little ass, freckles."

I soap up my own hands next and wash him off. It takes longer because he's so damn big, but I manage. Then we rinse off and step out. He hands me a towel, and when I'm dry I wrap it around my waist. "I'll be right back," I tell him. "I'm gonna go change."

He nods and I slide my glasses back on before I head down the hall to my room. Holy shit. That just happened. All of it. I've been wanting it to happen for months and it did. We made out like teenagers and I came in my panties from rubbing off on him, and then I blew him, and holy fuck. Every single second of it was amazing.

I can't stop smiling when I make it to my room and drop the towel. I'm about to slip into a pair of briefs when I remember Parker's reaction to my panties yesterday, and the pair that's still on the floor in the kitchen covered in my cum. I slip into a pair of sparkly turquoise panties that have a small bow in the front and are sheer in the back, making my ass look amazing. You've got the cutest little ass, freckles.

I pull on a pair of gray sweats and then a cropped T-shirt with a rainbow across the front, before picking up my towel and making my way back to his room. He's dressed in sweats, too, and no shirt, water droplets falling from his hair and sliding down his torso, over his nipple, and along his abs, disappearing under the band of his sweats. Jesus.

"Damn," he says when he sees me. I may have dressed like this on purpose after noticing the way he looked at me the last couple of times I wore crop tops, and I can't help the smile that breaks out across my face as he stares at me. "I love the bow ties and suspenders, little dude, but you look scrumptious like this, too."

"Thank you," I say. I pout slightly when he slips a shirt on, but don't say anything. Asking him to walk around shirtless so that I can ogle him might be a little weird. And I probably wouldn't get much homework done.

"Breakfast?" he says. I nod and we make our way to the kitchen. I flush when I see my panties still on the floor and bend over to pick them up, grinning at Parker because I can't help myself. He grins back and his cheeks turn a rosy pink. I toss them in the wash along with my Halloween costume and set the washing machine to the delicate cycle.

After eating waffles and bacon, and finishing off two cups of coffee, I'm feeling a bit more like myself, and also very full, but I really don't have too bad of a hangover. Just a mild headache.

We decide to make a grocery run, and when we get back and everything is unloaded, we take out our homework. We work separately for a while, me at the bar on my laptop and Parker on the couch with his, before we switch to reading and I shuffle over to him.

"Can I?" I ask, shyly, and he beams, patting his lap.

I settle on the couch with my head in his lap and he grins down at me, stroking his fingers through my hair. He continues his gentle ministrations as we both read. I hum when he starts to scratch my scalp lightly. I remember when he gave me that scalp massage the night I felt so overwhelmed and overstimulated by the noise, and I sigh, closing my eyes and lowering my book.

He chuckles. "You like this, huh?"

I nod, opening my eyes. "It feels really good. Relaxing."

He grins, then leans down and presses a kiss to my lips. It's way too short, but then he's back to massaging my scalp and I close my eyes again.

"Hey, freckles," I hear a moment later, and blink my eyes open as I feel fingers against my scalp again. "I gotta make dinner."

"Hmm?" I say, blinking up at Parker. He grins at me.

"You fell asleep, little dude."

"Oh, sorry," I say, rubbing my eyes.

"No worries. You seemed like you needed it so I let you rest, but it's six o'clock and I'm starving, and I gotta pee."

I flush and grin, before sitting up and stretching. Parker's gaze lands on my abdomen as my crop top rises, and my grin widens when his eyes darken. He clears his throat, then scoots off the couch and heads into his room.

He let me sleep for an hour on his lap. And I managed a nap even without having one of my nasal strips on, which rarely works. I must have been tired.

Parker makes a broccoli and chicken casserole for dinner while I get back to my reading. Then we sit on the couch to eat while we watch The Big Bang Theory .

I snuggle up against him when I'm finished and he slides his hand in mine again, beaming at me and pressing a kiss to my hair. God, I'm horny, and being around him, breathing in his scent and feeling his palm against mine, sliding my finger up and down his arm and feeling those muscles under my finger tips, is just making me want him all over again. I don't think I've stopped wanting him all day, but it feels more like a need now than anything else. My cock is hard and aching in an instant and I'm whimpering as I nuzzle his shoulder and try to keep from humping the air.

"Kiss me," I say.

He turns to me. "Huh?"

"Kiss me," I repeat, more urgently. "God, I'm horny as fuck. Please, kiss me."

His eyes widen but he doesn't hesitate. He grips my cheek and slots his lips against mine. I'm moaning and whimpering instantly as his tongue delves inside my mouth. Turning, I push myself up on my knees to get a better angle. His arms wrap around me as I press into him, kissing him fiercely, my cock throbbing and precum leaking out onto my panties.

"Damn, little rabbit," he says, his voice hoarse when he pulls away for some air. His eyes are wide and his lips swollen, his chest rising and falling as he stares at me.

"Too much?" I ask, my anxiety spiking as I shrink back. He grips me and pulls me back towards him.

"Hell no," he rumbles, then kisses me again, taking me with him as he falls onto his back. We both moan as I straddle him and our hard cocks rub against each other through our pants.

Our kissing intensifies, and my jaw is sore from doing so much of it, but I can't stop. It's so good, and the feel of his cock brushing against mine over and over as we rub against each other is so fucking amazing. I can't stop whimpering and whining, rutting against him even harder when his hands grip my waist and he thrusts up into me. A zing of pleasure shoots down my spine and I gasp, pulling away.

"Come here," he almost growls, and pulls me up his torso so that I'm straddling his chest now.

"Oh, fuck," I breathe, when he lifts his head and begins to lick and suck along my belly. I use one hand to grip the back of the couch as I watch him, feeling that warm, wet tongue on my bare skin and how eager he is to devour me. "Nnngg," I whine, as my cock jerks in my pants. "Fuck, Parker."

"Can I mark you?" he asks, and holy hell my cock jerks. He wants to mark me?

"Yes," I say, and shove my bare stomach closer. He growls and rests his head back as I support myself on the arm of the sofa and bend over him. I rub my dick against his chest as he sucks and licks, then bites along my belly. I shake when I feel his tongue delve into my belly button. "Oh, oh, oh," I whimper. "I'm gonna come, Parker, fuck."

I rut against him again and again. He sucks harder. I throw my head back as pleasure consumes me, and I spray my release, coating my panties in cum for the second time that day.

"Fuck, yes, freckles," Parker says. "That was so fucking hot." He kisses me again, then says, "Take your pants and undies off for me? Don't let the cum slide out."

I blink, but shuffle down his legs and slide them off. I don't know what he has planned, but damn I want to find out. He lifts his hips and slides his pants and underwear down, then reaches out and says, "panties," his voice rough and eager. I hand them to him and watch with wide eyes as he takes the panties and slicks his cock up with my cum, before gripping his dick with the panties and stroking himself hard and fast.

Holy shit, that's hot. He's coated in my release and jerking himself off with my panties. I can't stop staring, and my dick is springing back to life as I watch.

"Oh, fuck," he grunts, and I can tell he's close. He leans forward and asks, "can I come on you?" I nod and lay back and he bends over me, still gripping my panties as he strokes himself faster and harder.

I grip my own dick and stroke myself. Seconds later he's letting out a guttural groan and spraying all over my abdomen and pelvis, and some even gets on my shirt, but it's all I need to come a second time, crying out his name as I do.

"Fuck," he breathes, staring down at me, and our cum mixed together on my torso. "That was insanely hot, little rabbit."

I nod. "Yeah," is all I manage. He bends over and kisses me, then stands and pulls his pants up before moving into the kitchen and coming back with a wet washcloth. He stops when he reaches me and stares at my upper body.

"Damn, you look really good like that, short stack. Stretched out on the couch in just your cute little top and covered in our cum."

I bite my lip and run my fingers through my hair, before swiping a finger through the mess on me and licking it off. "We taste good together," I say, and his eyes flare. I swipe more of our jizz off my belly and motion for him to come closer. He does and kneels next to me, opening his mouth. I put my finger inside and he closes around me, moaning as he sucks and licks. Then he's moving closer still and lapping up even more of the cum from my body, swallowing it down. He feeds me some more and I lick it off his finger this time. Then he's using the washcloth to get the rest of it off.

"I think you might need another shower," he says, blushing as he stands. I grin.

"You want to find a pair of panties for me to wear when I'm done?" I ask, arms above my head, body stretched out for his viewing. His eyes flare again.

"Really?"

I nod. "And maybe a T-shirt of yours? If that's okay?"

"Hell, yeah," he says, adjusting himself in his pants.

I climb off the couch and slip my crop top over my head. I can't remember ever having this much confidence, in any area of my life, but Parker makes me feel safe and desired and adored in a way that has it bursting out of me. I press up on my tiptoes to kiss him, before I saunter naked to the bathroom.

When I get out of the shower I see a pair of lacy yellow panties folded neatly on the counter with one of Parker's T-shirts underneath. I grin and dry myself off before slipping into them. The panties are lace in the back and don't quite cover my ass cheeks all the way, and satin in the front. They're incredibly soft and I feel sexy as hell wearing them. I bite my lip when I look in the mirror and see the marks he left. There's half a dozen of them scattered along my belly and torso, and I fucking love it. Might have to stay away from crop tops in public for a while, though. And I know if Jackson or Lucy saw them I would never hear the end of it.

I slip into Parker's shirt, which smells like him. It makes me want to lift it to my nose and breathe it in, so I do. It's huge on me, hitting me a couple of inches above the knees, the sleeves reaching my elbows. It's nothing special, just plain black, but I love it.

I make my way out of the bathroom and find Parker sitting on the couch, reading. He looks up at me and his cheeks pinken. I grin and bite my lip.

"You look good," he tells me. "Wanna watch something?"

Yes. But what I really want to do is show off my panties. Does he not want to see them? Or is he just too much of a gentleman to ask? Is offering to show my roommate my panties slutty, or inappropriate? I don't know, but I find myself not caring. I've dealt with too much shame over sex, feeling like I wasn't good enough, like my body wasn't good enough, like I didn't deserve to feel good or feel sexy because that's how Zach made me feel whenever we were together, especially the last few months, and I'm done with it. So even though I'm a little nervous, I say, "Can I…can I show you my panties first?"

My skin prickles with nerves, but they disappear when he stares at me and says, "You want to?"

I nod.

"Fuck, yeah," he says in that low rumble that has a shiver running down my spine and my cock twitching. God he has to stop using that voice, stop looking at me the way he is, or I'll run out of panties really fast. "I don't think I'll ever not want to see you in your panties, little rabbit."

I grin and flush as I reach down and raise the shirt he gave me, swaying my hips slightly and moving closer to him as I showcase my panties.

"Holy guacamole," he breathes, and I see his dick thickening in his sweats. "You're so fucking pretty, short stack."

I turn so he can see the way the lace lays against my cheeks, and I hear an audible groan. Then his hands are gripping my waist and he's hauling me back. I gasp, laughing as I land on his lap, my legs spread so I'm straddling him backwards, then moan when his lips press against my neck and he breathes me in. My dick jumps to life and I reach my arm back, wrapping it around his neck as he sucks and nibbles on my neck and shoulder.

"Fucking fruitcake, I can't get enough of you," he murmurs. His hands skate under my shirt and rest against my belly, holding me to him as I moan, one hand moving up my body and rubbing my nipple, making me buck and shout. He purrs against my neck, then licks the skin there before nibbling again, while at the same time pinching my nipple ever so slightly between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it.

"Oh, oh, fuck," I cry. "Parker, fuck." I had no intention of going another round but god, this feels good, and I can't stop. I've never been touched like this before. And those sounds he told me he wanted to hear, they are leaving my mouth unbidden now. "Oh, god, oh, fuck, nnnggg." I thrust my hips forward, searching for friction and the hand that was resting against my belly moves down, sliding inside my panties and gripping me. I let out something between a wail and a moan as he plays with my dick and balls, his other hand now rubbing circles on my nipple, making my cock jerk, his mouth an incessant force on my neck and shoulder as he sucks and licks.

"That's it, little rabbit," he murmurs. "Make all the pretty noises for me."

My entire body shudders at his words, my cock throbbing. I feel his hard dick against my ass and rut back against it, then thrust forward into his hand. He groans as I repeat the motion over and over. "More," I whine. "God, Parker, please, I need more." I'm fucking close to tears with how incredible this feels and I want to come so badly but I don't want it to be over.

He strokes me faster and harder, thrusting into me and pinching my nipple as he bites down on my neck, and my orgasm rolls through me in waves, my spunk shooting out all over his hand and drenching my panties once again.

I hear him let out a groan and feel his body tensing underneath me, then a pool of warmth against my backside before he relaxes. He chuckles against my neck. "Sorry. Maybe you should wear less sexy panties, or not show me the next pair."

I grin, still trying to catch my breath. "Don't ever apologize for making me come that hard," I tell him, and he laughs, kissing my hair. His hand slides out of my panties and I stand. Then we both head into our rooms to change. I slide into another pair of panties. These are bright pink, and I tell myself I won't show Parker. I've come three times today already, and I don't think I have a fourth orgasm in me anyway. The shirt Parker lent me is damp with sweat, but no cum got on it, so I leave it and head back out to the living room.

Parker has changed, too, and I curl up against him on the sofa as he turns on Netflix.

When our movie is over he kisses the side of my head and says, "You're welcome to sleep in my bed again tonight, or any night for that matter. But no pressure. I want you to feel comfortable."

"I'd like to sleep in your bed," I tell him, and he beams at me. "Just let me brush my teeth first? And put on a nasal strip. And grab my sleep mask."

When I get to his room a few minutes later he's in bed already, his shirt off, and I climb in next to him, scooting over and resting my head against his chest after removing my glasses and setting them on the nightstand. My sleep mask is on and resting on my forehead for now. He strokes my hair and kisses the top of my head.

"Night, little rabbit," he coos in my ear.

"Night," I reply and pull my mask over my eyes before I drift to sleep.

PARKER

I wake before Rory the next morning. He fell asleep against me last night, but we moved around a bit and I ended up spooning him. I drink in his pumpkin and nutmeg scent as I slip my hand under his shirt, which has ridden up considerably in his sleep and is now bunched up just above his panties. I trace my fingers over his flat belly and along his abdomen, and he squirms. I lean in and nibble on his ear, making him shudder.

"Morning, cutie pie." He moans and presses his tushy against my crotch, rubbing against my rapidly hardening dick.

"More," he whines. Christ on a cracker. I can't believe anyone ever thought he was anything but a fucking dream in bed, because I can't get enough of his sweet noises and neediness. I'm so honored that he wants to share this part of himself with me, and I will always make sure he knows how perfect he is. I love seeing my marks on his body; his neck, shoulder and belly, and it just makes me want him all over again.

I lick at the spots on his neck and shoulder where I left marks yesterday, then suck and bite, leaving a few new ones as he moans and gasps, his perky little ass pushing against me again and again, making me harder and harder. "You taste amazing, little rabbit," I tell him. "Look so good covered in my marks."

"Parker," he moans, bringing his arm up and gripping the back of my neck. I trace my fingers around his belly button and then bite down lightly on his earlobe, and he shudders, bucking his hips forward. Then he's rolling over and shoving me on my back before he straddles me. The T-shirt of mine he's wearing is pooled around his thighs as he sits on top of me and I grin at the sight of his nasal strip across his nose, his kitty cat mask on his forehead, and his mussed up curls. But the best part is the fact that he's hard and his cute little dick is tenting the T-shirt. He's the cutest thing on the planet.

"Stop teasing me," he says, and I grin wider as he grips my arms and holds them above my head. I could fight him and break out of his grip in an instant if I wanted to, but I don't. He looks adorable when he's grumpy and horny and trying to be all tough. He ruts against me and I can't help the groan that escapes my lips. The slide of his cock against mine is sending bolts of pleasure racing up my spine. He bends down to kiss me, letting go of my wrists as he does, and I grip his curls in my hands as our tongues tangle and we continue to gyrate.

"Fuck," he says, pulling back. "Get naked."

I grin wider and he climbs off of me, stripping out of the T-shirt and panties and tossing them aside. I love his confidence, hearing him give orders, knowing what he wants and asking for it. It's so hot. I strip out of my pajama pants and briefs and then he's on top of me again. "Oh, fuck," I moan as I grip his hips and feel his naked cock sliding against mine. "You feel so good, freckles."

His dick twitches at my words and he smiles, leaning down to kiss me again. Every inch of his warm soft skin feels incredible as it brushes against me. My cock is leaking all over my belly as he kisses me and moves his torso so his stomach and chest brush against mine, making my entire body shudder. I grunt and reach between us, taking both of our cocks in my hand, and Rory pulls back with a gasp when I stroke us together.

"Holy fuck." He plants his hands on either side of my head and looks down at where I'm gripping us. I stroke again, using our precum as lube. His head falls back on a moan that borders on pornographic and it makes me even more desperate to get him off, to get us both off, together. "Nnnn, shit, that's good." He sits up, his hands resting on my chest as he juts his cock out, thrusting into my palm, the slide of his dick against mine makes me groan and grip us harder.

"God, you're sexy," I tell him.

"Oh, fuck, Parker, this…this feels so good. God, don't stop."

"Your cock is amazing, little rabbit," I tell him, my breaths heavier and my voice husky. His dick jumps in my grip and it's so fucking hot I almost come right then. I can't stop staring at him, his head thrown back, mouth parted in bliss, his body damp with sweat and my marks covering his small frame.

When he brings his hands up and starts playing with his own nipples, I fucking lose it. "Shit, that's hot," I groan. "I'm gonna come watching you, freckles. You're so fucking pretty."

He doesn't stop, and I stroke us two more times before I'm arching my back and spraying all over my hand and both of our cocks. I use my jizz as lube and stroke Rory again. He looks down and his body shudders. "Oh, shit, that's hot," he says. Then a second later, "Oh, oh, oh, fuck, I'm coming, fuck, Parker, I'm coming!" He throws his head back again, his abdominal muscles tightening as he shouts his release. Then he's collapsing on top of me, and we're both breathing heavily. His body spasms with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

"That was amazing," he says, his cheek resting against my chest.

I comb my fingers through his hair. "Mmmm," I murmur, then ask, "have you never frotted before?"

He looks up at me, his cheeks pink with embarrassment as he bites his lip. "Is that what it's called? Rubbing our dicks together?"

I nod and he shakes his head. My eyes narrow. "I'm sorry," he says. His eyes fill with tears.

"Hey, no," I tell him, quickly. A tear slides down his cheek and it breaks my heart. "You don't have anything to be sorry for. I'm honored to be the person who experiences that with you for the first time, little rabbit. I just hate that turd for not sharing it with you a long time ago, too."

He nods and wipes at his cheeks. "He wasn't really big on making sex about me, or even us. It was kind of about him. I blew him, and I bottomed for him. Occasionally he'd blow me, but he always made a big deal about how much I should appreciate it because it wasn't his favorite, and that was about it. And I really didn't like bottoming either. It hurt too much. I just did it to make him happy."

I take a breath in and let it out. "If he was taking care of you it shouldn't have hurt, at least not the entire time. Bottoming is really amazing if you do it right. I'm sorry he didn't treat you the way you deserved."

"Yeah, me, too," he says, offering a small smile.

"You don't ever have to do something you don't want to do, with me," I assure him. "I want to make you feel good, little rabbit. If you aren't having a good time, I'm not either."

He smiles more at that. "Thank you." Then he lays back down and I drape my arms over him, holding him against me.

"We should get cleaned up," I tell him a moment later as I stroke my fingers up and down his spine.

He picks his head up again. "What time is it?"

I reach for my phone on the nightstand and say, "Nine thirty."

He grabs the phone and his eyes widen. "Shit." He jumps off of me and rushes towards the bathroom. "I have class at ten." Oops. I wipe the majority of our cum off with the tissues next to me. He's in and out of the shower in five minutes and running out of my room and down the hall, his towel around his waist.

I slide out of bed and pee, before I wash my hands. I'm still in the bathroom when he bursts back in the room, dressed in blue slim fitting pants, a white button up shirt with blue polka dots on it and a blue bow tie. His suspenders are brown as are his shoes, and he looks so fucking cute. He grabs his glasses from the nightstand and slips them on, then hurries over to me and presses up on his tiptoes, planting a kiss on my cheek. "Bye," he calls, before dashing away again. I chuckle when I hear the front door closing behind him.