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his palm, the feel of his fingertips gliding along my tip. “Fuck. If you keep going like that… you’re going to make me come…”

“Good.” Parker grinned up at me. “I want you to come… I want us both to… at the same time…”

“Oh.” I nodded in understanding and brought my mouth back to his shoulder, softly dragging my lips along his skin. And when my lips reached his neck, a certain sort of electricity jumped right through me, a devilish thought suddenly popping into my head.

And then, my lips were pressing even further against Parker’s skin, creating just enough suction between my mouth and his neck that it was going to leave a mark.

Parker, now seemingly aware of what I was doing, began to laugh, the sound reverberating off the bathroom’s walls. “Is this what it would’ve been like? Dating you in high school? Ending up with a hickey on my neck?”

“No need to go all the way back to high school,” I replied. “This is what it’s like dating me right now.”

“You’re so ridiculous.” Parker laughed again, the sound soon shifting into a deep moan. “Fuck… fuck… I’m really close…”

“Me, too,” I replied, finishing up with my handiwork on Parker’s neck. “Fuck, baby. I’m so fucking close…”

A few more strokes of my hand and Parker was coming for me, his body noticeably trembling underneath my own. And it wasn’t long before I was coming for him too, making sure that I kissed every visible inch of his skin above the water as my come spilled out onto his hand.

21

Parker

“Derek… Derek…”

My moans were the loudest thing in the room as I rode Derek’s cock, my hips rocking back and forth on top of him. We’d been making love since we’d woken up this morning, since I’d woken up in Derek’s arms in my own bed.

And even though we’d never had the chance to get married, it felt like we were on our honeymoon. Because on top of the hickey on my neck and our continuous lovemaking, there was also the fact that I was so happy I could’ve wept.

The man I loved was going to stay here with me, no matter what it took.

And the thought of it was enough to make my head spin. It was enough to make my blood rush even faster through my veins. It was enough to make me cry out for him, yet again, as his shaft slipped deeper inside my tight rim.

“Does that feel good, baby?” Derek asked, his hands moving up to my waist. Before I’d even had a chance to answer him, his grip was even tighter on my skin, officially holding me in place as he thrust his hips upward, pushing his cock as deep as it could go.

“Derek!” I screamed his name, a wave of pure pleasure hitting me as he filled me up to the brim. “I can’t… if you fuck me like that…”

“Are you talking dirty just to get me to come faster?” Derek smiled, his hips still moving against my own. “Because fuck. I think it might be working.”

“I’m not talking dirty, I’m just telling you the truth,” I teased. “When you fuck me like that, when you fill me up with your cock… it feels so good I can hardly stand it.”

“When I fill you up with my cock, huh?” Derek smiled again, his thrusts coming even faster, even harder than before. “You mean like this?”

“Yes! Fuck! Just like that!” I pressed my hands against Derek’s chest as his cock moved in and out of me, his pace on the verge of pushing me right over the edge. “Fuck me, Derek! Just like that! Please! Please!”

As I screamed and moaned for him, I felt Derek’s palms holding me down even more, until I was essentially just sitting on his cock as he controlled my every movement by thrusting into me, by making my hips bounce whenever his shaft pushed inside me again.

It didn’t take too much longer for me to finally break, my cock spurting my come as I continued to bounce up and down on Derek’s shaft. And I watched as my come soon coated Derek’s lower half, his abdomen splattered with strings of pearly white.

Derek was coming inside me, his hips circling for a moment before his thrusts came to a full stop, before he sucked in a breath and closed his eyes, a telltale sign that he’d just finished inside my rim.

“We… should go… to the living room,” I murmured, my own