swallowed his cum. Once he stopped shaking, I moved back up and lay next to him, pulling his head onto my chest and wrapping an arm around him.
“God, you’re beautiful when you come,” I said softly. “I want to do that again.” And again, and again, and again.
Parrish buried his face in my chest. “Shut up, am not.”
I laughed and ruffled his hair. “Are too. Next time I’ll set up a camera and show you.”
His body stiffened, so I immediately backpedaled. “Hey, hey. I was just kidding. I would never do something like that, especially without your consent.”
“No, sorry. It wasn’t that.” He lifted his head and looked at me. “Do you really want there to be a next time? With, me, I mean?” He winced. “Of course you mean me,” he muttered. “C’mon, Parrish.”
I stroked the backs of my fingers along his pink cheek. “I would be honored if there was a next time. Every minute I spend with you is a gift I feel like I don’t deserve. I don’t know why you stayed today, but… damn. I’m sure grateful.”
Parrish flung a leg over me and straddled my hips. His ass brushed my still-rock-hard dick, and his eyes widened when I sucked in a breath. Then they narrowed into a teasing glint.
“What do we have here, Mr. Chicken Man?”
“That… isn’t the term of endearment I would have picked,” I said, biting my tongue against a laugh. I didn’t want him to think I was making fun of him; it was just that I was so damned happy to be here in this moment with him.
Parrish winced. “It sounded better in my head, to be honest.”
“It’s fine. As long as I can call you Butterfly Boy.”
He tilted his head as if thinking about it for a second but then shook his head. “Let’s… put a pin in that for now. Meanwhile, I think you need to be taught a lesson.”
I leaned up to yank off my shirt since his hands were already wandering underneath it to my chest.
“In the South, it’s considered impolite when someone asks you for a certain food at the dinner table and you take a helping before passing them the dish.”
I wasn’t following. “Are you hungry, cutie?”
“I asked for a taste, and then instead of giving me a taste, you took one for yourself first. Rude.”
I loved it when he got that certain playful look in his eyes. “Punish me, Butterfly Boy.”
He dissolved into a fit of laughter and collapsed on my chest. I held him tightly to me with my arms across his back. Had I ever been this happy, this relaxed and free? Parrish had the ability to make me feel completely and utterly… me.
“Thank you for staying,” I whispered in his ear.
“Diesel?”
“Mm?”
He sat back up and looked at me with his hands propped on my chest. “You know when you asked me what I wanted?”
I ran a hand down his chest and held it over his heart. “Baby, pretty sure I’ll never, ever forget it as long as I live.”
He flashed a sweet, shy smile at me. “That’s not all. I… I want you to hold me down and fuck me.”
My heart stopped and my lungs ceased to function. Could I have possibly heard him right?
“Hard,” he added.
And then bit that fucking lip again.
I blinked at him in too-good-to-be shock.
He frowned. “Is that too much? Did I ruin—”
I didn’t let him finish, I grabbed his face and yanked his mouth to mine while simultaneously flipping his naked body underneath me with my legs. Since meeting this sexy man, I’d been on a hair trigger around him. I’d wanted to get to know his quirky self, sure, but I’d also wanted to throw his lithe body up against the nearest flat surface and pound my hard dick into him until he screamed.
He yelped, but then it quickly morphed into a moan of pleasure. His legs wrapped around me again once he was on his back, and I could feel his heartbeat fluttering wildly in his neck.
“Tell me again,” I growled into his neck before biting down gently on the skin there.
“Oh God, please. Please fuck me, Diesel. I want to feel you. Want to make you feel good too. I want…” He didn’t finish because I ground my cock into his and made him moan again.
“Can’t hold back,” I warned.
He shuddered and his pupils doubled in size. He reached down to touch himself, but I made a noise to stop him.