Page 83 of It Never Was

I nudged my fingertips under his shirt, "I want…" I paused but his eyes reassured me, "I want this off." I tugged the fabric up and he grabbed it from my hold, pulling it off his torso and over his head with ease, tossing it on the ground. I let my eyes examine him, in all his bare skinned glory for the first time. I reached out and mapped out his tattoos. I've seen the ones on his arms at work but what I didn't know was he had them covered all over his chest as well. I walked around him with my hands never leaving his skin, and followed their own trail on his skin as I reached his back. The same thing on this side, tattoos from his neck to his hips and I wanted to see if they went further. I walked back in front of him and pushed him back steadily till his legs met my mattress. I nod to his pants, "Can you take those off too?"

A smile plays on his lips as he breathes out, "Yes."

He kicks off his boots, unbuttoning his jeans and slides them down, walking out of them, "Those too," I add eyeballing his boxer briefs, the fabric strained from his length's hardness.

"Whatever my girl wants."

I can't look away as he pulls the thin fabric off his hips and down his thighs. I can feel his eyes on me, watching me look at him undress, but I don't care. I need to see it. My mouth gapes as his hard dick springs up and the length of him makes my eyes widen with hunger. I make my way closer. Trailing my gaze all over his body, seeing that he does in fact have a few more tattoos that cover his thighs but not nearly as many as his upper body. I'm inches from him now, feeling the heat from his naked body radiate off of him, I shiver at the thought of him engulfing me with this heat. I place my hand on his hot chest and with more force I push him to the mattress, he sits on the edge. A glimpse of his hands twitching, and the ticking of his jaw let me know he is restraining himself. I don't step forward or back, I stay standing inches from his naked body, right between his legs.

"May I?" He looks towards the floor at my feet, and I raise one up. He places it on his bare thigh and unties my Doc Martin boot, peeling it off, then my socks. He repeats the process with the other shoe, his fingertips caressing my skin and making me break out into goosebumps. Once both feet are back on the ground, I slowly zip my hoodie off and pull my shirt over my head, looking at Parker to see the storm in his eyes growing darker. I pull down my pants and kick them to the side, and I catch a glimpse of his cock twitching. The need to wrap my hand around him fully is encaptivating, but I know I need to undress first. I reach around and unclasp the cotton bralette, letting it fall off my arms to the ground. Parker stirs on the mattress, his gaze heated as he washes his eyes over my body. I almost reach to cover myself with my arms, but he stops me with a look that is begging me not to stop. Just feeling like I have this much power, that he has this much need for me fuels the fire between my legs and fills me with more confidence. I put my thumbs on the hem of my panties and tugged them down, wiggling them down my thighs and pooling at my feet.

It takes me a moment to look at Parker after I stand straight again, but when I do the primal look in his gaze as he stares at my core makes me tremble. I close the space between us, feeling so exposed and bare. His hands shudder at his side, and I want him to take over. I want him to touch me and devour me completely. That's what I want, that's what I need, "Touch me, Parker."

He doesn't waste a beat, "Thank god," he grabs me by the hips lifting and swings me on the mattress. His body hoovers over me, hips between my legs and he takes my lips to his. Our tongues glide over each other causing sparks to fire off in my brain, his hardness rubbing against my needy clit and I all but combust. He breaks the kiss, "What do you want Ryen?" He breathes heavily looking me over, waiting.

"I want you to take me. Make me feel good,"

He grins slowly, kissing his way down my chest, hands kneading at my breast. He runs his tongue over my hard nipples, grating his teeth as I shudder at the sensation. My mind is taken over by the pleasure his little touches make me feel. I watch as he continues his way, grazing his tongue and full lips down my torso, pecking each hip before he pulls my thighs further apart. He looks like a starved man, looking at my wet pussy in front of him and my cheeks flush at the sight.

"Yeah, pink is definitely my favorite color," his eyes darted up to mine, a playful smirk at the corner of his mouth, then he dipped down and ran his tongue over my swollen clit, my hips jerking up for my friction. He slides his hand under my ass, gripping both cheeks and lifting me up to him. Covering my clit with his mouth, swirling his tongue while he creates pulses that make me whimper out his name. I grind against his face, my core winding more as the pleasure builds. He guides my hips allowing me to take from him. It's when I feel him remove one hand's touch and his fingers meet my entrance that I become so needy that I beg.

"Please…" the word slips off my tongue.

"Please what?" Parker's deep voice rumbles over me, slowly brings his tongue from my entrance back to my clit with a small flick, "What do you want?" He rubs his fingertip at my entrance.

I arched my back trying to bring him inside me, I wanted more of him, "You. I want your fingers inside me."

He brings his mouth back down, sucking in the smallest pulses that are agonizingly slow but bring my core to tighten, circling my entrance and pushing them in. The fullness of his finger makes a deep moan vibrate out of me.

I feel my wall contract as he picks up his rhythm, my body losing control, "Let yourself have it Rye," he breathes against me, his voice washing over me.

He curls his fingers inside me, and I gasp, he pumps and hits this spot I have never felt before, his tongue laps at my clit, and he reaches up with a free hand and rubs my nipple between his fingers and I lose it completely. I come so hard my eyes blur, and my body convulses but he doesn't stop. He keeps going, letting me ride this wave of pleasure for as long as I can. I come down from the high my body limp from the ecstasy pumping through my blood.

"I've never met someone so beautiful," Parker kisses up my torso, nipping my breast as he lays between my thigh, my mind is quiet and I look to him with hazy eyes, "So fucking beautiful." He nudges my nose with his and I reach up for his lips. He meets me halfway, running his hand up and down my ribs gently, tongues slide on each other, and I can taste myself on him. My core begins to coil up again at the taste, my breathing becomes rapid, and I bring my knees up to widen my legs. His length slides against my wet center and I shudder from the sensitivity of my clit, but I welcome more. He groans as he continues to grind against me pulling away for a second to look down at me again, "I need you…" he breathes out, "But only if you'll have me."

I nod rapidly, and he raises off me reaching for his jeans on the floor scrambling for a condom. He tears it open, and I grab it from him, taking control.

He watches my hand from above as I pull the latex over his tip, bringing it down to the base. His muscles ripple and a shaky breath comes from him as I watch him watch me. My pulse picks up at the sight of his pleasure to my touch, my mouth waters, but before I can do anything he brings his body to mine and lines up at my entrance. Both of us watched as he entered inside me, inch by inch. My mouth gapes open at the sight and feel of his size.

"Look at how well you take me," he breathes out still fixated on entering me, "Like you were fucking made for me."

Once he reaches the base, my exhales are muffled as I bite my bottom lip waiting for him to move inside me again, eager to feel him rubbing against my walls. But he just watches where we meet for a second mouth slightly parted at the sight he is upholding. He picks up my hips lifting them from the bed just a bit, and the change in angle makes him hit the same spot he did with his fingers, a spot that makes my toes curl and my eyes shoot to him.

He looks at me now, seeing the pleasure roll through me, "Yeah? Does that feel good?"

I've never seen Parker look so primal, my body quivers as he rolls his hips back just an inch and pushes back into me rubbing the spot inside me with his tip, "Just wait till I make you come on this cock," he leans back again to repeat the motion and my head rolls back, my eyes fluttering as I stare out into the darkness, letting my body fully absorb this feeling, "It's all for you."

His thrusts become deeper, and he slams into me faster, the feeling of how full I am from him makes my breath catch in my throat, I don't want to ever feel less than this, less than him.

"F-fuck," I moan, and he lifts my hips up higher holding me in place as he pumps into me, I can't help the sounds that are coming out of me at this point.

"Let yourself have it, let yourself go Ryen." His thumb pushes to my clit and swirls around, my eyes crossing at the burst of pleasure. My core tightens and my walls clasp around his length as he still thrusts. Shivers rack through my body. I'm trembling as I lose myself in the climax, my vision blurs and I see starbursts at the corner of my eyes. Parkers takes in a sharp breath as I clutch inside, he groans, and his thirst becomes sporadic. His mouth falls open as his cock pulses his own climax, his hips twitch as he slows down his pace, his head lulls back and he caresses my hips with his fingertips, before moving to look down at me. "I'm a goner Ryen," his eyes looked vulnerable, "I thought I couldn't live without you before," he let out a labored breath, running one hand through his hair and down his face, "Now that I've had a taste. I can't ever let you go."

He shoots down with his arms on either side of my head, pressing his forehead to mine and kisses my nose delicately, "You're mine."

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