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It’s too bad none of that will ever happen. The only way she’ll stay with me is if I keep her locked up. Women like her don’t choose men like me.
“I don’t have any clean clothes.”
“Hold on,” I say, finally able to give her the backpack. A couple seconds later, I hand it over, hoping I didn’t fuck up again. I did break into her house, after all.
“What’s this?” She unzips the canvas bag and peers inside. “Where did you get these?”
“I went to your apartment. If I didn’t get the right shit, I can go back.”
“You broke into my apartment? What about my roommates? Did you hurt them?”
“What? No. Why would I—” The rest of the sentence lies on my tongue as it hits me that she thinks I’d kill her friends just to make sure she has clean underwear. “They weren’t home.”
“Oh.” She pulls each item out of the backpack and lays it flat on the bed. “It’ll be nice to wear clothes that fit.”
“That’s valid.”
She fishes out a pair of panties, and her cheeks turn pink. “You went through my underwear drawer?”
“You owned a lot of underthings, so I assumed you wore them.”
She tucks them back in the bag and pulls out something else I wasn’t sure if she’d want. On a whim, I grabbed the small teddy bear on her bed. When she sees it and immediately hugs it to her chest, I feel proud I did something right.
“My mom gave this to me before she died. Thank you for bringing it to me.”
“It was on your bed, and people typically keep important things close.”
“It is important.” She sets it down on her pillow and picks out a pair of pajamas. There were a fuck ton of matching little boxer shorts and T-shirts, so I guessed that’s what she likes to sleep in.
“You can put your stuff in one of the drawers.” I open an empty one I don’t use since I only have the necessary clothing.
“Okay.” She reaches into the backpack, and I see the flash of black she fists and tucks between her pajamas, as if I weren’t the one who picked out the underthings she’s trying to hide. It’s cute.
“Shower’s all yours.”
I wait until the bathroom door is closed to breathe out a sigh and adjust the erection bulging in my pants. The last time I remember my body reacting like this was when I was thirteen and saw an underwear catalog for the first time. But things changed after. . . well,after. Nothing about me stayed the same once I left the trailer park for good. Not until Parker.
Dropping my pants, I step out of them and strip off my shirt. The situation between my legs needs to be dealt with before Parker comes back. I find a bottle of lotion and some tissues in my nightstand. The water turns on in the bathroom, so I lie down and free my cock from my boxer briefs.
With a palmful of lotion, I stroke my hard dick, circling over my pierced glans and groaning at how good it feels. What would Parker think if she saw what I’ve done to myself? Four curved barbels, symmetrically placed, pass through the head. Aptly named the king’s crown, it’s one of the more painful genital piercings, but that’s what I was after at the time. Now, it brings back any sensitivity loss from circumcision and feels good for my partner too.
While my right hand jerks me off, my left rubs up and down my chest, stopping to tug on the silver hoop running through my left nipple before doing the same to the right, yet another form of punishment that ended up giving me pleasure.
My cock thickens as I stroke, and I try to imagine what it would be like to fuck Parker. There are only certain times and areas of my body where I don’t mind being touched, so I’d want her completely naked with her wrists and ankles cuffed to thebed. I like the idea of her looking at my body. I’ve been told I have a big cock, and it would get me hard to see Parker admire it.
I’d start by getting my hands on her breasts. I love tits more than any other body part on a woman. They’re so warm and soft, yet so reactive. When I can visibly see a body respond to what I’m doing, it stops me from wondering if I’m doing something right.
Parker’s tits are huge, just begging for me to bury my face in them. I’d suck and bite on her nipples, paying attention to her sounds and the way her body squirms so I can learn what she likes. Since I’ve convinced myself she’s perfect for me, I know she’d get off on my teeth leaving their mark all over them and cream herself if I hollowed my cheeks and took long pulls from her nipples.
I’m so gone to the pleasure, running through as many fantasies as I can, that I lose track of time. It’s not uncommon for me. I often lose hours of my day just letting my mind wander, but I usually don’t have my cock out and a young woman living with me to witness it.
“Oh,” she whispers, and my eyes pop open to find her standing just inside the room. My fist freezes mid-shaft as I wait for her reaction, but Parker doesn’t move a muscle. I’m not even sure she blinks.
I don’t know her well enough to understand the look on her face. Her eyes are wide and her breaths are shaky, which could mean she’s shocked, maybe even scandalized. But then her brows rise, and she pushes her glasses higher on her nose.
Is that. . . interest?
CHAPTER NINE
