Nineteen

Nineteen

Rhys

Even with Tony locked away and my family safe, I still feel anxious. Everything is too different. I’m too different. I don’t want to leave Parker’s apartment. And somehow, I miss my family right now even more than I did when I was all alone with Tony in that cabin. It helps that they blow my phone up with text messages, checking up on me.

Parker doesn’t leave my side over the next few days. I’ve never had someone hover over me like this, and even though I can tell it’ll annoy me over time, I don’t mind it right now. I want him near me. I need that constant reminder that Tony’s out of my life finally. The people I love are safe.

Tony can’t touch me again.

Still, knowing that, it’s hard to relax. It’s strange to no longer answer to him. To roam wherever I want. Not that I do. The only person I see aside from Parker is Cameron, who comes to check in on his brother four days after I move in with him.

I stay in the bedroom to give them some privacy and text Jack. It’s so weird to talk to him as a fifteen-year-old instead of a ten-year-old. I kept him frozen in time in my mind as a little kid. The same way I was frozen as a teenager in my parents’ minds.

When Parker comes back into the bedroom with me, I put my phone on the nightstand and reach to turn the lamp on my side off.

Parker tugs his shirt off then crawls into the bed with me, and I fold into him immediately. He kisses the top of my head and curls his arm around my back.

“Everything okay with your brother?” I ask.

“Mhmm.”

His voice is neutral, but I can feel the restlessness rolling off him. I press a kiss to his chest. “You sure?”

“Yeah.” He takes a breath before admitting, “He was just checking in on everything that happened with my dad.”

Hatred at Parker’s father runs through me, but I try to tamp it down. The moment Parker talked to me about it, I wanted to find his father and kill him. But that wasn’t what Parker wanted or needed.

“Are you going to go to the police about it?” I ask.

“I don’t know. I-I still can’t think about it right now.”

“Okay. It’s okay,” I whisper, kissing his shoulder. “I’m right here.”

He nods silently.

“Is there anything I can do?”

“No. I just need some time.” He glances down at me, his eyes filling with concern. “How’re you doing? You seem to be feeling a little better today.”

“I am.” It’s the truth. My muscles are less tense today. I only got scared from the first few text message alerts on my phone when they came in. After that, I managed to make myself remember that no messages were from Tony or clients. I never have to do that again.

“How about your bruises? Ribs?”

“Good.” They still hurt when I move too quickly or bend over, but they’re better than they were when I left the hospital that night. “Why’re you asking? Thinking of having your way with me?”

Parker’s cheeks turn pink, and he laughs a little. “I’m not gonna say the thought hasn’t crossed my mind.” He sobers and gives me a look. “But only if you actually do feel okay. I don’t want to make anything worse.”

I roll on top of him pressing my cock against his. “I feel fine.”

His free hand moves down to tease at the waistband of my briefs. “Only if you promise to tell me if you need to stop.”

I can’t stop the smile that pulls at my mouth. Being in this relationship is just so different from Tony and all the things I did with clients. Parker cares about me. He doesn’t want to hurt me. “I promise.”

He runs his fingers up my spine, making me shiver. “Okay. I want you on top though. I know it hurts less when you’re upright.”

My cock hardens even more at the order. I fucking love riding Parker. I’ve never told him because it’s still too ingrained in me not to voice what I want. Maybe I’ll do it sometime in the future, but not yet.

I push up carefully, and Parker moves his hands to my waist to help keep me balanced. I move just enough to slide my briefs off, but I only pull Parker’s down to his thighs. I like the way it limits his movement, and I’ve found that he does too.

He’s already leaking, his cock begging to be touched.

My balls grow suddenly heavy with need, and I can’t resist reaching out to rub my thumb over the head of his cock.

Parker hisses as his hips jerk up suddenly. But he flattens his body back to the mattress quickly. “Come here,” he says, his voice rough. “Let me get you ready for me.”

I shake my head. “I want to take you like this.”

His eyes darken, and his fingers dig into my hips as I lean over to grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand. I used to be grateful whenever a client used this on me before fucking me, but I never expected it from them Right now, I don’t hesitate to pop the cap off it. I know Parker won’t stop me. He wants it to feel good for me. He doesn’t want to hurt me.

I lift up onto my knees and use the palm of my hand to spread lube onto Parker’s cock. It’s so stiff and red and warm. I want to take it in my mouth right now, but I know neither one of us would last through that. And I really want to feel him come inside me.

I drop the bottle back on the nightstand and then, careful not to cause any more pain to my ribs, I lift up and slowly sink down onto Parker’s cock. The stretch burns and stings, but it also feels incredible. No one else fills me like Parker. No one else makes me feel like Parker does. Like I’m something to be cherished. And I wish I had the words to tell him that.

“God, you feel good,” Parker groans. “You’re so warm.”

I lift up and drop back down on him, groaning when his cock brushes my prostate. Will I ever get used to chasing my own pleasure? A part of me hopes not because I love this feeling of newness with Parker. The way I’m learning new things about both myself and Parker.

I move my hips slowly in a figure eight motion, pulling a long groan out of Parker. His hips buck up off the bed, but I keep up the slow motion, allowing him to feel every inch of his cock moving inside me.

“I could do this with you forever,” Parker murmurs, the words filled with heat. “I want to be inside you forever.”

I lean down and press my lips to his, sliding my tongue into his mouth in time with the motion of my hips. His back keeps arching, seeing more, but I keep playing with him. Drawing it out of him because I want him to stay inside me as long as possible.

I love the feeling of the two of us connected. The knowing that I’ll never be with anyone else again. The high that comes with knowing I’m falling in love with someone for the first time in my life.

But eventually, I know neither one of us can take anymore. So I lift up again, pulling myself off Parker’s cock until just the tip is left inside me. Then I drop back down, impaling myself deeply on him.

“Fuck!” He keeps one hand on my hip and slides the other around to my ass, helping me keep my balance. He grips me tightly as I lift off him and slam back down again. I hang onto his shoulders and quicken the pace. His fingers dig into my ass as I bounce up and down, slamming myself onto him over and over.

“Rhys…”

“Come on, baby.” I kiss his forehead. “Come deep inside me. I need to feel you.”

He does it almost immediately, his hips stuttering as he cries out.

I close my eyes as his warmth floods my body. I’ll never get tired of that feeling. Of knowing we belong to each other.

His cock is still pulsing deep in me when he sits up suddenly, wrapping one of his arms around me. His free hand drops between us, and he wraps it around my cock. “Keep using me,” he says softly. “Get yourself off, Rhys. I want to see you come.”

I obey immediately, watching his face to make sure it’s not too much overstimulation. But if it is, it doesn’t show. The only thing in his expression is a tenderness I’ve never seen directed at me from anyone else.

My balls tighten, and I bury my face in his neck as I come so hard that my vision turns spotty. I feel my body jerking against him, my cock pulsing in his hand.

“That’s it,” he praises. “Give me everything you’ve got.”

I whimper as more comes out, my ass clenching repeatedly around his cock. My skin feels hot, and my heart is pounding. Parker kisses me through it, his lips soft and gentle against mine. And only once he’s sure I’m empty does he turn and lay me carefully on the bed.

I’m quiet as he cleans us both up, just watching him in the low light from the lamp. I still can’t believe I’m here. I can’t believe I got out. I can’t believe Parker cared enough to stay by me through everything.

When he’s done and has laid beside me and pulled me into his arms, I kiss the scar above his chest, one of the many he got from his father. “Thanks for not giving up on me.”

“Never.” He kisses the top of my head and squeezes me tighter against him.

“I just…I really didn’t think I’d ever find someone who wanted me beyond what I did for him in the bed.” My face warms as I admit that, but I want to say it. I want him to hear it. “Tony got so deep in my head; I forgot I used to be somebody else outside of him.”

I don’t have to look up at him to know his eyes are flashing with anger. It happens every time I talk about Tony.

“Well, you are somebody outside of him,” Parker says, his voice fierce. “And I love all of you. I hope you know that.”

My heart feels as though it could bound out of my chest with happiness. Maybe I don’t believe all of that myself yet, but the fact that Parker believes it already brings me peace. Makes me feel like I can get there one day too. I know it’s going to take a long time to unlearn everything Tony drilled into me, but I’m ready to try.

I lean up and press my lips to Parker’s, reveling in the taste of him. The feel of him. And the knowing that he’ll be by my side as I start my path to freedom.

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