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“Fuck, Nich—Sir,” Parker corrected himself as he moaned for me.
“You like that?” I asked, still moving my hand across his hardening cock. “Does that feel good to you, Parker?”
“Yes, sir. It feels so fucking good.” He groaned again, as his hips bucked against my palm, eagerly wanting more.
I gave him a subtle nod in understanding before bringing my hand up from his crotch, just to give myself enough space to slide into his boxers, my fingers wrapping around his naked shaft. Parker shivered as I touched him, his breath catching in his chest once I started to move my hand up and down his cock.
“Oh, my God…,” Parker whimpered, my palm steadily stroking him. “Fuck. That feels perfect—Nicholas!”
While Parker had been whimpering, I’d brought my hand up to my mouth, licking a long stripe across it before diving back down beneath his boxers. My strokes were moving faster now, just as Parker’s cock started to leak with precome. I swiped one of my fingers along his tip, gently teasing it before stroking him again. I could tell that Parker was close, his breaths coming quick as his shaft hardened to the point of no return.
“I’m going to…” Parker bit his bottom lip, his cock still at my mercy. “Sir… I’m going to come…”
Just then, I moved my hand away from him, completely, even going so far as to take a step back from him.
“What?” Parker’s confusion showed through his tone. “Why would you stop?—”
“Because I’m not ready for you to come yet,” I replied, my hands going toward my own pants and boxers, pulling them down to the forest floor. I let out a sigh of relief as my aching cock popped free of the fabric, my body yearning for Parker’s touch. “Now, get on your knees.”
Parker did as he was told, even though there was still a hint of confusion lining his features. I moved closer to him and reached for either side of his face, pulling his head toward my waiting shaft. He opened his mouth, as if by instinct, my cock sliding between his lips. Without wasting any time, I started to buck my hips against him, shamelessly enjoying the feel of his mouth on me as my shaft grew harder and harder.
When I was ready, I moved away from him again. Parker looked like he was going to say something in protest, but I quickly knelt down toward him, my palm locked on his cock and hastily stroking him. Then I brought one of Parker’s hands toward my own cock, his fingers now getting the message as he began to stroke the length of me in return.
I peppered him with kisses, his neck, his shoulder, the side of his face, all the while my hand still moving along him. A familiar sense of possessiveness flooded my veins as Parker rested his head against my shoulder, his fingers pressing deep into my back while he lost himself in absolute pleasure.
Mine.
You’re all mine, Parker Evans.
“Fuck, I’m coming… I’m coming…” Parker moaned as he pressed even closer against me, fully tucked into my embrace. By the time I felt his come spraying across my thigh, he was nearly sitting in my lap, still stroking my cock as he shifted his position.
“Is this good, sir?” he asked, his voice slightly broken, his breaths still ragged from coming for me. “Did you want me to?—”
“It’s perfect, Parker,” I moaned now, too, as I came, trails of my come decorating his fingers and palm. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
We sat there like that for who knows how long, Parker curled into my lap, his head resting against my chest. I held him close as I looked at the view behind us, the town shimmering with light, a sight so beautiful I used to think there wasn’t anything that could ever compare…
At least, until Parker.
Nothing had ever been as beautiful as Parker.
9
PARKER
Snow?
I blinked a few times as I looked out the window, not really understanding what I was seeing.
How could it be snowing right now?
I’d heard of weather being more temperamental at higher elevations, but this had completely taken me by surprise. A part of me wondered if I was somehow still asleep, the snow a figment of my imagination that would disappear as soon as I tried to touch it. Another part of me wondered if this would be the thing to cut my trip short; if it hadn’t been for the fire, an unexpected night of snow may have ruined my dry cabin plans.
A few moments later and I was taken out of my thoughts by the smell of bacon and eggs wafting through the morning air. I was still in Nicholas’ bedroom, doodling in my journal as I went back and forth about actually documenting my time spent with him so far. Although it was less about writing something down and more about not knowing what to write.
It was one thing to lie to myself but another to lie to my journal.
Frustrated enough for one morning, I set my journal aside as I finally got out of bed for the day. I made my way down the hall, pushing away thoughts that were threatening to crowd my brain. It’d been like that since hooking up with Nicholas in the woods yesterday, the intimacy of it playing over and over again despite my attempts to make it stop.
