Page 28 of Accidentally Falling For My Best Friend (Chicago Awakenings #2)

A shiver runs up my spine as I realize how exposed it makes me feel.

It’s vulnerable to be the only one without that layer of privacy, but it’s Parker , so I’m still completely at ease.

When I notice him checking me out, I shift my hands behind me to lean back on my arms, flexing my abs to really put on a show.

“Fuck, Oak, you’re really attractive,” he mutters, more to himself than me.

“And you should have already known that,” I tease.

But then he pulls his gaze away from my muscles and back to my face.

“Something changed when we kissed,” he says softly, like he isn’t sure if he should admit it out loud.

But the words settle something in my chest at the confirmation that our first kiss might have meant more to him than I’d previously allowed myself to hope.

“Yeah, it did,” I agree softly, and his entire face lights up. Then he’s pulling me in for another kiss before I can say anything more. I hear a scraping noise, and realize he’s used his foot to drag one of the barstools over as he sits on it, right in front of me.

He reaches out, wrapping his hand around my dick, and I immediately let out another moan.

I’ve been aching for him all day, and his large hand feels amazing.

Then he lowers his head, taking just the tip into his mouth, and my hands fly up to grip his hair on instinct, burying into the unruly copper strands, grateful that there’s enough for me to properly hold.

I’m trying really hard not to give into the desire to pull him further onto my cock, and it’s really fucking difficult.

But I don’t want to scare him away. I already know one blowjob won’t be enough.

He takes more of me into his mouth, bobbing his head a little to go deeper and the sight of him trying to swallow me down is hotter than any porn I’ve ever seen.

He gags when he goes too deep and shifts his hand to work what he can’t fit in his mouth.

It’s nothing fancy as far as blowjobs go, but…

it’s Parker. With my cock in his mouth. I feel like I’m already close.

“Fuck, babe, that feels so good. You look so fucking hot choking on my dick like that,” I tell him, wanting him to know how amazing this is for me.

“Your mouth is perfect. Are you going to swallow my load?” I ask, not sure what’s coming out of my mouth right now.

I’ve never talked much during sex before, but I feel consumed by the pleasure he’s giving me, and I want him to understand how much I’m enjoying it.

He must like it too because my words seem to inspire him.

He takes me deeper and his rhythm is faster as he hums around my cock, nodding slightly in response to my question that he plans to swallow.

The vibration feels too good, and I’m glad he doesn’t want me to pull out because it’s too late.

My cock is pulsing, and I can feel him swallowing around me as I finish in his mouth.

I don’t want to miss a moment of this visual, but the orgasm is too intense.

I can’t help but close my eyes as I ride each wave of pleasure.

He doesn’t pull off of me until my overly sensitive cock is completely spent, and even then, he licks it completely clean.

“So, how was that?” he teases as I slump back on the counter. My arms feel shaky as I try to support my weight and remain seated .

“It was alright,” I joke after a few deep breaths.

“Think you can do better?” he taunts with a huge grin.

“Give me a minute for my limbs to cooperate, and I bet I can make you come even faster than I did,” I promise.

“I’m sure you will, that dirty talk had me ready to finish while your cock was still in my mouth,” he says, his expression shifting to alarm like he’s surprised he actually admitted that aloud.

It motivates me even more, and I don’t want him to have to wait.

I take a few more deep breaths and hop off of the counter so I’m standing next to him before I grab his hands and pull him up too.

I work quickly to remove his clothes as he disconnects his insulin pump so that he’s standing completely naked in front of me.

His giant cock is sticking straight up at me and I don’t give myself any time to hesitate.

I drop to my knees and wrap my hand around the base, bringing the swollen purple head to my mouth where I leave a wet kiss.

I know there’s no way in hell I’m fitting this entire thing in my mouth yet, something else to work up to, so I lick up his long shaft, exploring with my tongue and coating him in spit so I can use my hands more easily.

His hips jerk as I stretch my lips around the tip and suck, forcing more than I had intended to take into my mouth and hitting the back of my throat. I immediately gag.

“Fuck, sorry,” he apologizes, pulling back.

“Do you actually want me to stop?” I tease, looking up at him as I continue to slowly work him with my hand. “I knew you were big, but this thing is practically a weapon.”

“If you need to stop…” he answers, and his concern is sweet, but I’m just fucking with him. I’m loving every second of this.

“Not happening,” I assure him. I’m determined to be good at this . I recover quickly and double down, trying to take as much of him as I can into my mouth.

“Oh thank god,” he mutters as I use one hand to stroke the rest of his cock, and he lets out a deep moan when my other hand moves to play with his balls.

To my surprise, the sound causes my spent dick to twitch.

I didn’t think there was any way I would be able to get hard again so soon, but this entire experience is way hotter than I expected.

I’m on my knees, with Parker’s cock in my mouth, and I’m in no hurry for this to end.

The way his thick erection stretches my lips, the weight of it on my tongue, the way he keeps shallowly shifting his hips forward like he can’t control himself.

It’s addictive. The feel of his smooth shaft sliding through my fist, and the fucking sounds he’s making .

I could stay like this for hours. Knowing I’m the one making him feel this good has me feeling invincible.

Making Parker happy has always made me happier than anything else. Now that I can do this for him too, I never want to stop. Unfortunately, I don’t think I have that option. The way he’s gripping my hair with both hands now and the desperate noises leaving his mouth makes me suspect he’s close.

Each moan that he lets out has me thrusting my hips forward, my dick is somehow hard again and seeking friction that isn’t there.

I finally give in and move one hand to jerk myself off.

I look up at Parker through my lashes and meet his blissed-out expression.

His eyes are hooded and he’s staring at me like he can’t believe that I’m real.

I’ve never felt closer to another person than I do right now.

“Fuck, Oak, I’m…” his words turn into another moan.

His grip in my hair tightens as his cock twitches in my mouth and hot thick ropes of his cum shoot down my throat.

I try desperately to swallow it all, the salty taste of him is heady, even better straight from the source, and I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough.

The slight jolt of pain as he pulls my hair only intensifies my pleasure in this moment, sending me over the edge once again as I enjoy the high of a shorter second orgasm .

“Holy shit, did you just come again?”

I nod and blink up at him after he slowly pulls his cock out of my mouth. I don’t want it to be over yet. I want him to stay there and to feel that connection to him until he’s also ready for another round. Another time.

He drops down, joining me on his knees, and pulls me in for a desperate kiss, holding my face in his large hands.

I melt into it, loving my taste on his tongue as I grab him just as fiercely.

After we make out like that for a while, just enjoying the feel of each other in this new way, he finally pulls back, still cupping my jaw with both hands as his gaze meets mine.

“It’s never been like this for me,” he says quietly.

“Me either,” I admit. There’s something about hooking up with Parker that makes everything better.

I don’t know if it’s just how comfortable we are together, or that I can read his reactions so well, or hell maybe it’s that he’s a man, but being with him is like a whole new level of enjoying sex for me.

He relaxes a little with my answer, smirking. “I think I’m the winner of best blowjob if you came twice,” he taunts, and I let out a surprised laugh at his topic change.

“I think that makes me the real winner.”

“True,” he agrees, joining me laughing.

We both stand and hesitate for a moment.

I’m not sure what we’re supposed to do next.

“Want to shower?” I finally offer. I don’t know what the etiquette is after you exchange blowjobs with your best friend, but the thought of leaving him right now, even if it is just to wash up separately, causes a knot of tension to form in my gut.

I’m so glad there’s only one bed.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” he agrees easily and follows me into the bathroom.

“Do you need help getting clean?” I offer in an over-the-top suggestive tone once we’re in the shower. I hold out the soap and raise my eyebrows a few times to really sell it.

Parker bursts out laughing before playing along in an equally dramatic tone. “Yeah, I think I do.”

We take turns cleaning each other, laughing and teasing as we’re clearly more focused on groping and massaging than on only getting clean. I can’t stop thinking about how easy and fun this is, being with him in this new way.

I have no idea how long he expects our new arrangement to last, or what his long-term relationship goals even are.

Sure, I’ve always wanted a big family like the one I grew up in, and I had always assumed that meant a wife and kids, but that was before I knew how amazing being with Parker physically could be.

I don’t see any reason why we couldn’t have that together, other than the fact that Parker’s never really expressed the same interest in having a family.

I’m not sure if losing his dad so young affects his own vision of his future, but I’m determined to show him how great it could be if he spent it with me.

For now, I’m happy to focus on the fact that Parker and I are sharing a bed, and on how amazing it feels to have him wrapped around me as I drift off to sleep.