Page 46 of The Complication
“Do you have a condom on you?”
“What?” Parker’s eyes widened with panic as he stared at my wallet with both hands gripping the waist of his pants.
“I’m out.”
“Me too,” he whispered. We stood frozen for a second in hard, aching horror. Parker reacted first.
“Fuck me bare,” he snapped.
“But—”
“No, you got me worked up. I’m not going home like this.” He dropped to his knees in the dirt and grass and worked to open my pants. “I’m going to suck your dick to get it all slick, and then you’re going to fuck me bare with that thick beast.”
I grabbed a handful of his hair and forced him to look up at me. “This isn’t a game, Parker. If it’s just about getting off?—”
“I’m serious. You’re the only one I’ve been with since we met, and you’re the only one I’vebeggedto fuck me raw. Give me this.”
My fingers tightened on his hair and the blood racing past my ears became a roar. Whatever common sense or good intentions I had left were obliterated. I’d wanted this too, for far longer than I wanted to admit.
“I guess you better get me good and wet,” I ground out between clenched teeth while loosening my hold on his hair.
Parker flashed me a brilliant smile before he resumed freeing my cock from my clothes.
The blowjob was quick and so damn sloppy. The wet noises coming from him were indecent, and I loved it. Not that I needed him to get me more worked up than I already was. After a few passes, I was pulling him up and turning him toward the car. He lay across the back seat with his feet on the ground and that delectable ass in the air.
Using the dome light in the car to see, I spit on his pink hole and used two saliva-slicked fingers to work it in, stretching him.
“Just do it. I’m still loose from last night’s marathon,” he groaned.
I was counting on last night’s marathon to give me some staying power now.
But I was so fucking wrong.
As soon as I pushed the head of my cock into that incredible, tight heat, I was a goner. Nothing had prepared me for the amazing feel of him. My toes curled in my shoes, and I gripped his hips hard enough to bruise. So velvety soft. Tight muscles massaging me, pulling me deeper with each thrust. I stared between us, watching my cock penetrate him, losing myself in his body. I wanted to take it slow, savor everything about this moment, but I was teetering on the edge.
And then there were the noises coming out of Parker. He’d never been quiet a moment in his life, and he wasn’t going to start now. Each moan and whimper to go harder, faster. The slap of our sweaty skin echoed in the open space.
“Come. Come in my ass. I want to feel it. Hear it. Come in me,” he chanted.
I always tried to make sure he came first, but Parker fucking broke me. A few more frantic thrusts and I came hard into his hot, tight channel.
I continued fucking him slowly through my cum, letting him feel it, hear the wet noises. He groaned and shuddered.
“Fuck,” he muttered against the leather seat.
“What’s wrong?” I braced my forearm on the car and leaned most of my weight on it because my legs were shaking and threatening to buckle. My dick remained buried in his ass because I had no intention of leaving him any sooner than I had to.
“I just came on your seat.”
“So?”
“I wanted to flip over and come in your mouth, but it felt too good.”
That put the smile only Parker saw on my lips. Reluctantly, I retreated, removing my dick from his hole. In the thin dome light, a silvery thread of cum slipped out. With my index finger, I gathered it up and carefully pushed it back in. A little hum of pleasure rose from Parker as I moved my finger in and out of his hole.
How the hell was I supposed to use condoms with him now?
It wasn’t just the incredible feel of being bare inside his body. I’d left part of myself in Parker. Marked him. There was no way in hell I was going to let someone else touch him, and I had zero desire to have this connection with anyone else. There was one way to fix that.
