Page 138 of Mother Parker
He looked up at me and grinned.
“You have? I hadn’t noticed,” he replied, turning on the sultry.
“Liar,” I whispered in his ear and licked his earlobe, thinking back to all the blowjobs we’d exchanged over the past few days. The only form of intimacy he’d allowed me while my wound healed.
But he was with me when I went to get it checked out this morning before picking up Sophia from Duke’s. He knew.
“Keep calling me a liar, and I might keep the no-butt-stuff rule.” He slapped my chest, and if that was meant to deter me, it did the exact opposite.
“How about my butt? Does the rule extend to mine?” I growled, squeezing his ass in my hands and lifting him off the floor, taking us back inside the apartment.
I might be open about our relationship, but Mayberry Holm didnotneed to see that kind of show.
Hwan gave me a foxy look as he ground his hips against me.
“Are you…sure?” he asked.
“Oh, I’m sure,” I told him, and he hooked both hands around my neck and pulled me into a wet, needy kiss.
I stumbled backward, moving slowly through the apartment until I felt the hard edges of the ladder.
He loosened his hold on me and grabbed onto the ladder, pressing me flat against it as he sprinkled kisses on my face, my ears, then down the side of my neck.
His cock grew harder against my stomach, which only strained mine, and I let out a sharp moan.
I’d missed this. He’d been so careful and attentive with me the past two weeks. Feeling him get rougher, messier, made the flurry of warmth at the pit of my stomach pulse at the prospect of what was to follow.
I stayed a prisoner to his desire a little longer before he let me go and took his time stripping me all the way to my birthday suit. He wiggled out of his clothes, and we made our way to the mezzanine, where the bed was made with fresh linens that were about to get all dirty.
He pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me, lining up our cocks and using his palm to stroke us. But his hand wasn’t big enough to cover us, so I gave him a helping hand.
His chest glistened with sweat, rising and falling as he let out short, delicate moans that rang through me like a song.
With my free hand, I cupped his face and pulled him onto me so our mouths reunited, and I could taste the sweet flavor of the strawberry lipgloss he loved so much.
It gave new meaning and definition to the fruit because tasting, smelling it on him, licking it off him was enough to make me come if I let it.
Let’s just say I probably wouldn’t be eating strawberries in public any time soon.
“Are you sure…?”
“I am,” I told him, making sure there was no hesitation behind my tone.
I was sure. I’d been ready for it for a while now, but then everything went tits up and made the wait excruciating.
Hwan nodded and snaked down my face, tracing his lips over my chin, my Adam’s apple, my nipples, my abs, until he got to my cock.
He glanced up at me as he took me in his mouth. I held my breath and watched him suck me and lick me, squeeze my precum from my slit and flick his tongue across as if it was the tastiest shit in the world.
I grabbed him by his white-silver hair and pulled him up before this ended prematurely, and he darted his tongue over my balls and taint, spreading me open and pushing my hips until…
My muscle tightened at the contact, but that didn’t stop him, and I didn’t want him to. He kept going until I was relaxed enough for him to push through. I lifted my hips and moaned when he added a finger to the mix.
When he lubed me up a few moments later and pushed one digit at a time inside me, I groaned, my toes curling of their own volition.
“Are you okay?” Hwan asked, looking up at me, and when I nodded, he wrapped his lips around my cock again.
I grabbed a lock of his hair and felt the effect of his touch reverberate through me. I could come right here, right now, but I didn’t want to. I wanted more. I wanted him. I’d always want him.
