Page 34 of Accidentally Falling For My Best Friend (Chicago Awakenings #2)

OAKLEY

November

“ I ’ll order us some food while you drive,” I offer.

Now that we’re no longer in the sex store with the threat of a public erection clouding my thoughts, all I can think about is using the toys we got.

Using them on him and him using them on me to prepare for his giant cock.

I shift my thickening erection again as I get into my car, trying to find a position that will be comfortable enough to last the entire ride home.

Parker usually likes driving me around. I prefer to look out at the city and people, be on my phone or messing with the music, while he insists he’s content focusing on the road.

I think it’s a control thing after he lost his dad to reckless driving.

Not that he doesn’t trust me to drive him.

I’ve always interpreted it as more of a wanting to protect me thing.

He usually drives us to work or when we go out if we don’t use a driver, and as we head back, I’m really glad I’m not the one having to think about operating a moving vehicle, so I can give my full attention to the man beside me.

I’d much rather focus on how hot he is .

“The food won’t be here for a while,” I say when we finally walk into our condo.

“Okay. Wanna throw on the Werewolves game?”

“We could do that. Oooooor we could open our new toys and get everything ready,” I suggest with a smug grin.

“Well, obviously that one,” he agrees with a laugh.

I dump out the bag right on the kitchen counter.

“Let’s open them all and get everything clean so that we don’t have to worry about it each time we want to use a new one,” I say, already tearing into the box that’s closest to me.

I take it over to the sink with the toy cleaner we got, and Parker works on taking out the rest, giving each of them to me to clean as we go.

Then I lay them all out on some paper towels in order of their size.

It’s all very domestic, like we’re an old married couple washing the dishes as a team, and not preparing butt plugs to prep for fucking each other. I love it.

“Should we shower first?” he suggests.

“Yeah. We should probably do it separately, though, so we don’t get distracted and miss the delivery guy.”

“Fair. I’ll be quick,” he promises.

We both manage to get cleaned up, and are back in the kitchen by the time the concierge brings our food. I opted for just some loose grey sweats, and Parker did the same.

“Fuck, grey sweatpants really are like male lingerie,” I say, obviously staring at the visible outline of Parker’s cock, ignoring the bags of takeout on the table. “Do you wear those in public?”

“Why? Don’t want anyone else to see?” he taunts.

“I can’t decide what’s hotter, me being the only one who can look at you in those, or the idea of everyone seeing while I know that I’m the only one who gets to touch,” I answer, still staring at his crotch the entire time.

I’m sure my cock is also making itself known as it thickens, the sweats definitely don’t leave anything up to the imagination .

Then I have the horrible realization that we never discussed exclusivity. “Wait, it is just me, right?”

He chuckles, shaking his head a bit before answering simply, “Only you.”

“Okay, good. I’m not very good at sharing,” I say on a very relieved exhale before quickly adding, “Obviously, I’m not going to be with anyone else while we’re hooking up either.” He smiles at my comment, and the panic I’d felt moments ago vanishes. I can’t wait any longer, I need to touch him.

“Want to wait to warm up the food later and get started with our new toys?” I ask hopefully. I intentionally ordered things that’d reheat well because I hoped we’d have some fun before eating.

“Sure, who goes first?”

My gaze snaps up to meet his. “You want to use one tonight too?” I clarify, trying not to get too excited, but I can’t help the giant smile stretched across my face.

“Isn’t that the plan? I thought you wanted us to have matching butt plugs,” he teases, even though I know him well enough to see that he’s still nervous.

After having my tongue in his ass, and showing him just how amazing that could be, you’d think he’d be more excited to put a silicone toy up there, but I can also tell that he doesn’t want me to call him on it, so I take him at his word.

“Fuck yeah, it is,” I agree, hurrying to put away the food and move toward the selection of plugs on the counter. I’m really glad the guy from our building didn’t bring the delivery all the way in because our kitchen looks like we’re ready to host a sex-toy party.

“Can you do mine first?” I ask, finding the two matching plugs that are smaller than the other ones we got, but still have wider bases than the fingers we’ve used so far. Then I grab the next biggest size too, just in case.

Maybe if we start with me, I’ll get used to the size and can upgrade to a slightly bigger one after his is in.

I know we need to be careful and get used to things, especially as we’re starting out, but I’m eager to have Parker fuck me.

I love the idea of fucking him too, but thinking about his impressive cock somehow fitting inside of me is way hotter than I anticipated.

“Are we staying in the kitchen again, or do you want to ruin some more sheets?” Parker asks me with a smirk, picking up one of the bottles of lube we bought.

“Let’s do your bed again for sex and mine for sleeping,” I suggest eagerly, making him laugh as I head toward his room. I strip off my sweats and get on my hands and knees on the edge of the bed. His sheets have since been changed, but I like the idea of ruining them again.

“Fuck, that’s a pretty sight. Can you always be waiting for me like that?” he asks lightly.

I know he’s only joking, but my stomach flutters, and I kind of love the idea of surprising him like this, maybe already with a plug in, waiting for him to wreck me.

We have plenty of time for that, more things for the list. I need to calm down before I get too excited.

My cock is aching with how hard I already am, and Parker hasn’t even touched me yet.

I move my hips side to side, taunting him a little. “Are you planning to stand there all night, or are you going to actually touch me?”

“Definitely touching,” he says, and he finally places his large hands on my outer thighs, sliding them around to my hip. His touch feels amazing, but it’s like he’s intentionally avoiding my hole to drive me crazy.

“Stop torturing meeee,” I whine. Have I ever whined before being with Parker? What the fuck has he done to me? I guess it doesn’t matter. I’m desperate for him and I’m not ashamed of it.

“Can I start with my mouth again?” he asks, rubbing a finger gently over my rim.

“Yes, please.” I shift my hips back toward him, seeking more, and am rewarded with his mouth on me in the most satisfying way. We may be new at this, but Parker isn’t holding back. His enthusiasm makes it obvious that he enjoys prepping me like this as much as I loved doing the same to him.

I focus on the overwhelming pleasure he’s giving me, trying to consciously relax for him.

Each swipe of his tongue is incredible. I could stay like this for hours, but it doesn’t take long to feel like I’m ready for more, like I need it.

His tongue is easily fucking into my hole now, and my aching cock is already leaking.

We need to keep going before I repeat how quickly I came the first time he ate me out like this.

“Go ahead, try the plug,” I say, my voice breathy and nearly unrecognizable.

I hear the cap of the lube bottle pop before he spreads some over my hole, pushing in slowly with a finger and making me moan.

I can’t believe I wasted all of these years without putting anything in my ass, it feels incredible.

Then his finger is replaced with the soft tip of the toy at my entrance, and I try to force myself to relax.

I’ve done my research since I started questioning my attraction to Parker, so I bear down and take deep breaths.

His slicked-up hand wraps around my cock and my head swims at the feeling of being surrounded by him.

Sex has never been this all-consuming. I don’t know if it’s because I’m with a man for the first time, or if it's just that my best friend is inside of me, but I’m quickly confirming I don’t ever want this new aspect of our relationship to end.

I can’t imagine wanting to be with someone else when being with Parker is this good.

I hope that he feels the same way, but I don’t think him working a butt plug into my ass is the time to bring up any sort of promise of commitment to each other.

We’ve agreed to be exclusive, so for now, that will have to be enough.

He strokes my cock as he slowly advances the plug, never quite fast enough to tip me over the edge, but enough to distract me from the new sensation of being stretched with the toy.

It’s different than his fingers were, the feeling of fullness so much more intense and constant. I think I love it . Eventually, he gets the plug seated and sits back. “I’m going to need you to hurry up with mine,” he says, voice deep and gravely in that way I’m obsessed with.

“Okay,” I say on an exhale as I go to stand. The change in position causes the toy to shift over what must be my prostate. “Oh fuck, holy shit. I think I almost just came just from moving. This thing is incredible,” I say, laughing.

“My turn,” Parker reminds me sternly. He’s already removed his insulin pump and pants and is now in the same position I’d been in.