Page 87 of Mother Parker
It was like I’d been coasting all my life, and suddenly, I’d discovered what real speed was.
Like I’d been heaving all this time, but I finally discovered what breathing was like.
And I didn’t know why I’d buried it in the first place. Why I’d ever let society, my family, or my own self tell me it was wrong to have those feelings? To want and crave another man that way I wanted and craved Hwan.
All the women that had come before, all those relationships I’d invested in only to get nothing in return, all the years I’d wasted, meant nothing to me anymore.
This was what it was like being alive.
And if he was the secret to it, I wanted him all for myself.
I crawled down his body, planting kisses over his beautiful butterflies and colorless skin until I reached his ass.
I spread him apart and lashed my tongue against his pink ring of muscle, and he buzzed against me. The water rained on me, flavoring my tongue, urging me forward.
Hwan groaned, lifting his hips and pushing his ass at me. The first rumbly moan came when I slipped the tip of my tongue past his entrance. The second was when I added my forefinger to the mix and then my other one.
I wanted to penetrate that hole with my bare cock more than anything, but I couldn’t. Not until my test results came back, and they wouldn’t for another week. But the temptation was right there, pliable under my fingers.
Since I couldn’t do anything about it, I continued to eat him until he was begging for more, and then I stood, pressed my length between his legs, and ground against his taint and hole.
For his part, he crossed his legs, making it tighter around my cock, and the friction sparked between us.
I seized his cock and stroked him with an uneven rhythm until he painted the tiles with his spunk, and I spilled all over his balls and legs.
His back flexed, and I felt an electric current pass through our bodies that made me both putty and stronger.
It was the weirdest feeling in the world, but I loved it.
“I’ve had a lot of showers in my life. I can confidently say none were anything like that,” he said when we were out and I was drying his hair.
“I shall make it my life’s purpose to give you more showers like that,” I mumbled, watching him in the mirror.
He smiled and cleaned his ear but didn’t say anything else.
“I didn’t even ask before I dragged you into the shower. Is the wig going to be okay?”
His green hair was sleek and heavy, giving him more of that mermaid illusion.
“Yeah, it’s fine,” he replied. “I’m hungry.”
“Pizza should be here soon,” I said.
“When did you order that?” he asked.
I shrugged, and he shook his head with a smirk.
“I knew you’d be hungry after work.”
His smirk turned into a smile, and then…
“I can’t believe how busy it was today. I don’t think I’ve ever taken so much money in a day.”
“One for the books then.”
“Yeah. I guess everyone heard about what happened and came to support me,” he said all pensively.
“Is that a bad thing?”
