Lukas
It’s nearly impossible not to smirk at Parker, flustered and adorable as she tries to hide the fact that she fell out of bed because she was staring at my ass. As if I couldn’t see her in the mirror, leaning out farther and farther as I walked into the bathroom. The covetous look on her face was enough to stroke my ego to completion. That pretty mouth hanging open, eyes wide as her tongue played with her upper teeth. It would be enough to make any man feel like a god. So maybe I flexed and gave her a little show as I bent over. I was just trying to work my best angle; I didn’t expect her to topple right off the bed.
“I’m fine,” she mutters, avoiding eye contact and untangling herself from the blanket.
“I’ll say,” I tease back, taking her hand and helping her to her feet before reaching around to grab a handful of her sexy-as-fuck ass under my t-shirt. She giggles but doesn’t pull away. Parker wraps her arms around my neck and grins at me, pink spreading across her cheeks. I love the way she blushes, giving away those inner dirty thoughts I know she’s trying to hide.
“Look, I know it’s hard, but try not to look at my ass when I walk away. I’d feel terrible if you got hurt just because you couldn’t control yourself.”
Parker sputters and the color staining her cheeks deepens. “I wasn’t… I mean, I didn’t—”
I grab her hips and pop her back on the bed before giving her a quick kiss and putting her out of her misery. “I like it, Freckles. Stay here, I’ll be right back.”
I pull on a pair of boxers before scooping up our wet clothes from the bathroom floor, making eye contact in the mirror with a guilty-looking Parker as I bend over. She laughs and covers her face.
“Yeah, ok. I’m busted.” Her voice is muffled through her fingers.
I give her a quick kiss and run downstairs and throw the clothes in the dryer but pause when I see her bra on top of the pile. I’ve never done a woman’s laundry before, but I remember my sisters hung their bras up all over the house as teenagers. It was horrifying to thirteen-year-old me, but they all did it, so I’m guessing most chicks don’t put their bras in the dryer. I snatch Parker’s bra back out and hang it on the hook by the back door where I put my keys.
Peering in the fridge, I pull out two beers. I don’t have shit for decent snacks in the house and I doubt post-coital Doritos are very romantic. Beer will have to do. I take the stairs back up two at a time, pausing in the doorway. Parker is curled up under the blanket on one side of the bed, looking tired. I climb in bed next to her, twist the cap off the beer, and hand it to her. She sips it and looks at me shyly. I raise an eyebrow at her and take a long swig from mine. I love that even after I ate her pussy in the shower and fucked her over the edge of the bed, she’s still getting flustered.
“Alright, fine,” she mutters. “I don’t know what I’m doing here. What’s the etiquette on this?”
I choke on my beer. “The etiquette?” I ask.
Her nose scrunches up and she looks straight ahead of her. “Yes, the etiquette! I mean, I can’t exactly get out of your hair without clothes or a car. I don’t know what side of the bed I should be on. Do you want me to go sleep in the guest bed or something?”
The laugh erupts out of my chest, uncontrollable and unrestrained. “Are you serious right now? You keep your cute ass right here in my bed. You can have either side. Hell, you can sleep right in the middle if you want.”
She laughs, visibly relaxing.
“Come here. At the risk of sounding like a pussy, I would really like to hold you,” I tell her, pulling her closer so I can put my arm around her. Parker sets her beer on the side table and rests her head on my shoulder, snuggling in and resting her arm across my stomach.
She mutters, “pussy” under her breath and giggles.
“Smart ass.”
I stroke my fingers up and down the back of her arm and kiss the top of her head. This is it for me. I don’t know how I know it, but I do. She feels perfect. I can’t remember a time I wanted to hold someone like this but here I am. I’ve been getting these little moments all day where I can feel how right this is with her. Plus, sex has never felt like that before. It’s never been about anything but pleasure before; but this… holy shit. I feel like a teenage girl just thinking about it like this, but it was like we were a part of each other.
“Can I ask you something personal?” I ask her.
She laughs and smacks me on the chest. “Well, considering how personal we’ve gotten in the last few hours, yeah. I’d say you can.”
“You really are a smart ass under that candy shell, aren’t you?”
Parker doesn’t answer, but she smirks and raises an eyebrow at me, shrugging.
“You’ve really only had sex once before this?” I ask her.
Parker tenses, sitting up to grab her beer. “That is definitely personal. I don’t think you really want to know the specifics on this.” She takes a long pull from the beer, her eyes looking everywhere but at me.
“Well, now I definitely need to know.”
She shakes her head slowly as she looks up at the ceiling. “I mean, you already guessed it at the bar. Lights off, missionary position. Although it was less making love and more like two minutes of inept fumbling. I snuck out to go to a party and hooked up with a townie. It was a total mistake, but it’s not like you can take that back, right?”
I wince at the look on her face and feel like a real asshole for even bringing this up. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. If it makes you feel any better, everyone’s first time sucks. It’s a universal truth.”
Parker peeks at me out of the corner of her eye, her lips pursed in disbelief, “I highly doubt your first time sucked.”