Page 113 of Dear Mr. Brody

“I can stop.”

“No, don’t…” I took a few deep breaths as his other hand slid up and down the length of my dick. “Feels good.”

He gave me time to adjust, sucking my cock, slow and slow and—I was on the edge again. When he finally pulled out, I spread my legs for him, and he knelt between them.

“Do you want me like this?” I asked.

“If that’s okay with you?” He leaned down and I wrapped my legs around his hips, his lips grazing mine. I nipped his chin and he smiled. “I want to see your face.”

“That’s okay with me.”

Parker reached down and grabbed the base of his cock, the head nudging against me, he said, “Promise… if I hurt you—”

“I promise.”

He visibly swallowed, his jaw pulsing as he pushed his way inside my body. A spike of hot pain made me cringe and he stopped. “You good?”

“Yeah, keep going.”

I breathed him in, inch by inch, the pain slowly giving way to something more, something overwhelming and full, and when he was buried inside me, his chest rising and falling with restraint, I finally understood what it meant to feel whole.

“Van…” he said, but it was more of a rasped whisper. “Can I move?”

“Yes… I need you to.”

He gripped my hips, lifting me as he pulled out and pushed in, sweat breaking out across my temple and forehead as he found his rhythm. His eyes remained soft as he fucked into me, my moans filling the room as the head of his cock hit the exact spot I needed over and over again. Parker grunted, the low sound mixed with the slapping echo of our bodies, uncensored and uninhibited, as it surrounded me. My fingers dug into the muscles of his back as he leaned down, his mouth striking against my lips like a match. I held onto him, my dick trapped between us, the friction, his skin, my skin, and Jesus, I thought I might come without having to touch myself at all. Sloppy and hungry, my tongue pushed past his lips, and with my grip on the back of his neck, I thrust my hips, matching his pace as the edge he’d had me dangling from became harder and harder to hold.

“That’s good,” he said, “Fuck… Van… you feel so good.”

He sat back and grabbed my thighs, slamming into me, stealing my breath. His pulse pounded under his skin near his throat, and I wanted to feel it against my lips when he came. I grabbed my dick, stroking it from root to tip, my climax building faster and more pronounced every time our bodies came together.

“Park… I need…” I groaned, my breath catching again in my throat. “I need you to kiss me.”

He fell forward, holding himself up with his hands, leaving me room to get myself off as his mouth crashed into mine. I kissed his lips, his jaw, my teeth sinking into his shoulder as my orgasm ripped through me, spilling over my fingers and onto my stomach, and coating his chest. It kept coming, my moan just as drawn out and loud, my whole body trembled with it. Panting, I brought my lips to his pulse, my sticky hands on his hips as he came inside me. Parker’s heat was my heat, he’d marked me like I’d marked him. Firsts and more kisses and sweat and more kisses, until he collapsed next to me, tucking his nose into my neck, and inhaled.

A few minutes passed, our legs intertwined, and every breath we shared brought us back down to Earth.

“I didn’t hurt you, right?” he asked, and I turned onto my side.

Almost nose to nose, I smiled when he pushed my damp hair off my forehead. “I’ll be sore tomorrow, but it was worth it.”

Parker reached between us, ignoring the mess, and ran his hand down my chest to my hip. He tugged me closer, until my body was flush with his. My mess was his mess.

“Is it bad I kind of want you to be a little sore. At the risk of sounding cliché, I want you to think about this, think about us all day tomorrow.”

“I think about you all day regardless.”

He smiled, and it was the kind of smile I would package if I could. I’d open it whenever I started to doubt myself, or us, or anything, for that matter. It was sunlight breaking through a heavy cloud bank.

“You do?”

“Parker. At the risk of sounding cliché…” I held my breath and counted backward from five to one. “I… I’m crazy about you.”

It means I think I’ve fallen for you.

“Yeah?” He leaned in, his gaze falling to my mouth.

“Completely.”

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