Page 60 of It Starts With Summer

Before he could answer, though, I was thrusting into him once again.The new angle allowed for such intense penetration that we both cried out simultaneously.He reached back with one hand, and his nails dug into my ass, leaving marks that would surely be visible in the morning, but I didn’t care.The pleasure coursing through me was better than any pain.

He let out the sweetest little whimper.And it hit me.

I wanted to marry this man.I wanted to have babies with this man.Well, not with him, but… a surrogate, maybe?

Well.That was terrifying.

“Baby.Why did you stop?”he whined, shoving his ass against my hips.“Fuck me.Need you.”

“Oh.Nothing,” I lied, wondering if I could drill him hard enough that he wouldn’t be able to leave.Or hard enough that he thought a proposal was a good idea.But we were young, and logically, I knew we didn’t need to get married right out of college.That was ridiculous.I’d wait a few years.

“Ravi.Stop overthinking things and fuck me,” Parker hissed.“We can kill the germs.”

I thrust again, and he groaned.A few months.I’d wait at least a few months before proposing.

“Uh-huh.”I traced the little tattoo of a columbine above his left ass cheek, knowing it was there for me.And suddenly, I had a goal.I was damn good with goals, I thought, digging my fingers into his hips.He would be addicted to me, and he would be forced to marry me to get his daily dose of whatever kind of fucking he was craving at the moment.Sounded perfectly reasonable.And today he wanted it hard, so I pulled my hips back and slammed into him, watching his body shake with every thrust.

“Okay,” he whimpered.“Ravi.Love you so much, baby.”

I loved watching my cock disappear inside his tight hole, watching every shudder of his supple muscles as I used his hole the way he loved to be used.His body began to shake, and he grabbed the edge of the counter with a white-knuckled grip.I ran a hand down his spine and slapped his ass again, making him cry out.He felt so good, looked so good with my handprint on his pale ass, my teeth marks in his shoulder from a rough session the night before.

My thrusts grew more erratic as my orgasm neared, each one harder than the last as I sought release deep within him.But no matter how close I got, I knew I wouldn’t let go until Parker came.

“Ravi.”He bucked beneath me, whimpering.

I loved it when he couldn’t say much other than my name, when he repeated it, like a prayer on his lips, each time I brought him closer to the edge, feeling the way his tight hole fluttered around my cock.I reached for his cock, ready to stroke him over the edge, but he pushed my hand away.

“No, I want to…” he breathed.“I want to… Oh fuck.”And he threw back his head, his body quaking against mine.His body stiffened beneath me as he cried out my name in a desperate plea, his whimpers growing louder with each thrust until finally, he shattered underneath me.He came untouched, his cock spilling out across the kitchen floor.

His orgasm set mine off, because, let’s face it, I’d barely been holding on, and I drilled his limp body hard a few more times, holding on just a little bit longer, because I loved how relaxed and soft he became after orgasm, before coming deep inside him.As our heavy breathing filled the room once more when we came down from our highs, all thoughts of cleanliness were forgotten.All that mattered now was him and me and the blissful heat that still lingered between us.

Both of us were shaking as we regained our senses.I slipped out of him and went for the Lysol wipes, because I couldn’t change who I was.He watched, leaning against the counter with a smirk on his face, and I wondered if I should disinfect the part his cute butt was touching.

“I came untouched,” he said, grinning.“You may be converting me into a full time bottom.”

I rolled my eyes.“That is not my goal — I already said that you could fuck me anytime,” I huffed.“It’s not my fault you get all needy to be stuffed and forget about your plans.”

Distracted from the disinfecting job, I lifted him in my arms, kissing him roughly, and he laughed against my lips.“It’s a little your fault if you do such a good job of stuffing me.Besides, we have all the time in the world.”

Snorting, I wrapped his legs around my waist and carried him back to his bedroom.He wrapped himself around me like a snake, clinging to me like he was a toddler who couldn’t walk for himself.

A level five clinger, Sutton had called him.

Turns out, I like a level five clinger.

I laughed softly, dropping him onto his bed and crawling in with him.

“What?”

“I was thinking, we’re both clingers, but it works.”

Parker kissed my cheek.“We’re not clingers, baby.We love and enjoy each other.That’s healthy.”

“And maybe codependent.”

“I’m the psychology major.Let me diagnose us.”Parker looked offended.

“Okay, doc, what’s the diagnosis?”

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