Page 31 of Kicking it with my Best Friend

The first suits we tried on were deep navy blue. Mine fit too loosely, but we intended to get our final selections tailored to fit, so I wasn’t terribly concerned. I stood back from the mirror to show Parker, who was still in his jeans and a sweater.

I did a little spin for him. “Thoughts?”

“Not bad.”

“It’s too big,” I complained.

Parker smirked and stepped closer, sliding his hand along my jaw. “I hope you don’t mind them big,” he murmured, his lips next to my ear. The tickle of his breath combined with his words went straight to my groin, my cock stiffening a little in the suit pants.

I put my palm on his chest and gave him a little shove. “Stop it, you’re going to get us in trouble,” I said without much conviction. As we got to know each other better, I knew I was ready for more. I had even dreamed about it. I didn’t know what was holding me back from telling Parker how I was feeling.

Parker just turned his back to me and stripped down to his boxers, kicking his jeans aside. His muscles flexed and pulled as he tugged his sweater off and shrugged on a white button-down shirt. Again, heat pooled in my gut and further south as I eyed his nearly bare body, his ass round and firm as he bent to pull on navy slacks. I licked my lips as I watched, averting my gaze when he stood and turned to face me. After that, I kept my gaze trained on the floor until he was ready.

Once he was dressed, Parker cleared his throat. “How do I look?”

My breath hitched when I looked up, gaze traveling his body. The suit had a slim cut, but it worked on him. My heart fluttered. “You look great.”

Parker looked down at himself and then turned to look in the mirror. “You sure it’s not too fitted?”

“No, it’s perfect. You could probably wear it off the rack, if it were the right color.” We’d agreed on charcoal suits and decided to skip the tuxedos altogether.

He spun to face me again. “This is the style I’ll go with then. You keep trying. You’ll find something.”

After trying on three more suits, I found one that fit me much better. By that point, Parker was back in his sweater and jeans and had given his selection to Richard.

“How does it feel?” He reached forward to adjust my sleeve, his fingertips brushing the inside of my wrist and sending a shiver through me.

“Good.” I leaned forward and kissed him quickly, causing his eyebrows to shoot up. It was hard to pull away, but I forced myself to do so.

“What was that for?”

I shrugged and looked away. “I don’t know. Just felt like it.” Something in my gut wanted more, was ready for more, but I didn’t know how to tell him how I felt, especially not right there in the dressing room.

He reached and hooked his fingers over the waistband of my slacks, tugging me by the waist. “Can I have another?”

My cheeks burned hot as I nodded. Parker touched his lips to mine gently, as if he wasn’t sure how far I’d let him take the kiss. I put my hands on either side of his face and held him close, sliding my tongue along his and causing a deep groan to rumble out of his throat before he pulled away.

“You’re going to kill me,” he murmured, stepping back and adjusting his cock in his jeans to hide his erection. A thrill ran through me, knowing he wanted me as much as I wanted him, knowing that even though I’d made him wait, he was still all in.

“Sorry.” I didn’t sound sorry, not even to my own ears.

He cleared his throat. “So, this is the one?”

I nodded. “This is the one.” I made my way out to Richard so he could mark it for tailoring.

A little while later we were back at my place, Parker’s car parked in the driveway of my little rancher. He leaned over and kissed me goodbye, but before he could pull away, I gripped his shirt and held him close. “Don’t go.”

Parker groaned quietly. “I should definitely go,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against mine.

My erection pressed painfully against my jeans, and I released Parker to shift and adjust myself to get a little more comfortable. “Please come in,” I breathed.

He hesitated, tilting his head to the side, eyebrows up. “Are you… are you sure?”

I nodded. “I think so.”

“Because we don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. I don’t want to rush you into anything or—”

“Park. I want you to come inside. I’m not ready for, you know, everything, but… we can see where it leads, right?”

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