Page 44 of Accidentally Falling For My Best Friend
Making Parker happy has always made me happier than anything else. Now that I can do this for him too, I never want to stop. Unfortunately, I don’t think I have that option. The way he’s gripping my hair with both hands now and the desperate noises leaving his mouth makes me suspect he’s close.
Each moan that he lets out has me thrusting my hips forward, my dick is somehow hard again and seeking friction that isn’t there. I finally give in and move one hand to jerk myself off. I look up at Parker through my lashes and meet his blissed-out expression. His eyes are hooded and he’s staring at me like he can’t believe that I’m real. I’ve never felt closer to another person than I do right now.
“Fuck, Oak, I’m…” his words turn into another moan. His grip in my hair tightens as his cock twitches in my mouth and hot thick ropes of his cum shoot down my throat. I try desperately to swallow it all, the salty taste of him is heady, even better straight from the source, and I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough. The slight jolt of pain as he pulls my hair only intensifies my pleasure in this moment, sending me over the edge once again as I enjoy the high of a shorter second orgasm.
“Holy shit, did you just come again?”
I nod and blink up at him after he slowly pulls his cock out of my mouth. I don’t want it to be over yet. I want him to stay there and to feel that connection to him until he’s also ready for another round.Another time.
He drops down, joining me on his knees, and pulls me in for a desperate kiss, holding my face in his large hands. I melt into it, loving my taste on his tongue as I grab him just as fiercely. After we make out like that for a while, just enjoying the feel of each other in this new way, he finally pulls back, still cupping my jaw with both hands as his gaze meets mine. “It’s never been like this for me,” he says quietly.
“Me either,” I admit. There’s something about hooking up with Parker that makes everything better. I don’t know if it’s just how comfortable we are together, or that I can read his reactions so well, or hell maybe it’s that he’s a man, but being with him is like a whole new level of enjoying sex for me.
He relaxes a little with my answer, smirking. “I think I’m the winner of best blowjob if you came twice,” he taunts, and I let out a surprised laugh at his topic change.
“I think that makes me the real winner.”
“True,” he agrees, joining me laughing.
We both stand and hesitate for a moment. I’m not sure what we’re supposed to do next. “Want to shower?” I finally offer. I don’t know what the etiquette is after you exchange blowjobs with your best friend, but the thought of leaving him right now, even if it is just to wash up separately, causes a knot of tension to form in my gut.
I’m so glad there’s only one bed.
“Yeah, that sounds good,” he agrees easily and follows me into the bathroom.
“Do you need help getting clean?” I offer in anover-the-top suggestive tone once we’re in the shower. I hold out the soap and raise my eyebrows a few times to really sell it.
Parker bursts out laughing before playing along in an equally dramatic tone. “Yeah, I think I do.”
We take turns cleaning each other, laughing and teasing as we’re clearly more focused on groping and massaging than on only getting clean. I can’t stop thinking about how easy and fun this is, being with him in this new way.
I have no idea how long he expects our new arrangement to last, or what his long-term relationship goals even are. Sure, I’ve always wanted a big family like the one I grew up in, and I had always assumed that meant a wife and kids, but that was before I knew how amazing being with Parker physically could be. I don’t see any reason why we couldn’t have that together, other than the fact that Parker’s never really expressed the same interest in having a family. I’m not sure if losing his dad so young affects his own vision of his future, but I’m determined to show him how great it could be if he spent it with me.
For now, I’m happy to focus on the fact that Parker and I are sharing a bed, and on how amazing it feels to have him wrapped around me as I drift off to sleep.
22
PARKER
October
“So, our families will expect us to come home for either Thanksgiving or Christmas,” Aspen says.
We’re having brunch in their apartment a few days after we returned from Bora Bora. “No way Parker is missing Thanksgiving with my family,” Oakley immediately responds. “My grandparents do a huge party, and we have a very competitive Turkey Bowl football game that would fall apart without both of us present.”
Aspen’s family has been asking me to come visit and I had agreed weeks ago to plan something. That was before Oakley and I decided to become friends-with-benefitsor whatever we are, but I don’t think our temporary new situation should affect the promises I made to her.
“That’s fine,” Aspen says. “Would you be able to get the time off for Christmas then? As much as I’m not looking forward to seeing them, going when there’s other parties and distractions might be for the best.”
“Yeah, we typically take the week off anyway,” I respond.
“My family’s been asking for me to come visit for months too, so I’ll let them know I’ll be there for Christmas,” Sage adds.
“So, how will that work? We start in Georgia for your family, Aspen, and then split our time in South Carolina for yours?” Oakley asks Sage.
The girls exchange a concerned look. “Well, no honey,” she says hesitantly. “You would stay here with your family, I’ll go to South Carolina, and Parker would go to Georgia with Aspen.”
“We can’t do Christmas all together?” he asks, sounding genuinely surprised.
