Page 67 of Parker

“Did I hurt you?” he asks, his face stricken.

I gulp.What do I say? What do I tell him?

“No,” I say, sitting up and crossing my legs Indian style. He’s still kneeling on the couch in front of me. “You didn’t hurt me. Not at all. It felt amazing.”

“Then why are we stopping?” he pants, his eyes wide and confused.

“I stopped taking the pill in the fall. I…I didn’t need it. And I just remembered…”

“Oh,” he pants, shifting his position to sit down by my feet. “O-Okay. I under—I understand.”

“I’m sorry, Quinn,” I whimper. “I’m so sorry, but I didn’t bring condoms either.”

“No,” he murmurs, letting his head fall back, his eyes closed. He reaches for me, putting his hand on my leg. “No. Don’t apologize. It’s okay. I get it.”

I glance at his lap, feeling terrible for letting things get so far without being more mindful. His eyes clench like he’s in pain, and he probably is, and it’s my fault. Mine.

“Quinn?” I whisper. “I’m so sorry. I mean it.”

“It’s okay,” he says, cracking open one eye and trying to smile, but grimacing instead. “We’ll call it payback for all the times I teased you.”

“But I’mnotteasing,” I tell him. “I want you. Literally, I want you so bad, I’m aching. My body wants me to make a really bad decision just to ease that ache.”

“I won’t let you,” he says softly, closing his eyes again. “I won’t do anything to hurt you, Park. I love you too much.”

I make a snap decision. Grabbing the scrunchie sitting on the coffee table, I tie back my hair and scoot closer to him. Taking his cock by the root in one hand, I hold him steady as I lower my mouth onto his turgid flesh.

“Parker!” he cries. “Don’t! You don’t have to…ahhhh…”

He fists his hands by his sides, otherwise keeping them to himself, which I one thousand percent appreciate as my head bobs up and down over his erection. I swirl my tongue around the tip, then deep throat his member, taking as much of him in my mouth and down my throat as I can.

“B-Baby!” he stutters. “Park! Park, I’m gonna…I’m gonna…”

Come.

I keep my mouth around his cock and stroke him gently with my hands, easing out the last of his cream as I swallow his load.

When I lean up, he snakes his arm around my waist and pulls me in for a deep, wet kiss, our tongues sliding against each other, the essence of our combined bodies and his cum mixing to create a taste that is totally and uniquely ours. I love it. I love how we taste. I think I might even love…him.

Oh my god.

Am I? Am I falling in love with Quinn?

“I have to go to the bathroom,” I tell him, hoping he doesn’t see the shininess of my eyes as I hop off the couch and scurry, buck naked, from the living room.

“Thanks, Parker,” he calls after me. “That was…amazing. You didn’t have to, baby. But thank you.”

“You got it,” I say, pulling the bedroom door closed behind me.

I stand against the door, my heart thudding like crazy.

Love Quinn?

Love Quinn Morgan?

The words are so dissonant to my own personal common sense, they clang discordantly in my head. And yet…and yet…I feel protective of them, too. The respect, kindness, and love he’s shown me over the last week have been unparalleled in my life. I’ve never felt so cherished by anyone. Ever.

I cross the bedroom to brush my teeth and take a pee, then come back out and throw on an extra pair of sweat shorts and an oversized sweatshirt. Ill-equipped as we are in terms of birth control, we can’t have sex again. I may as well try to curb our temptation.

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