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Parker

I gaze at Marcus as he strides toward me. The entire ceremony I’ve peeked at him, not wanting anyone to know I’m staring at him. But I can’t help it, he looks breathtaking. He’s wearing a charcoal-gray suit, with a deep red tie that matches the rest of the wedding party. He stands in front of me, my head tilting up to look him in the eyes.

“Would you care to dance?” His deep voice asks, reaching a hand out to me, and a shiver races down my spine. It’s the same tone he uses when we’re in bed and he’s turned on.

“Yes,” I whisper, placing my hand in his.

He guides me up and out of my seat, leading me onto the dance floor. My hands come around his neck and his find their place on my hips. My eyes scan around the room to see both Kendra and Tim, as well as Fiona and David, watching Marcus and me.

“Everyone is watching us,” I whisper as we sway to the music.

“I think everyone has been waiting and hoping for us to find our way back to each other. I know for damn sure I heard your name every time I was with my family. Didn’t matter what we were doing, the name ‘Parker’ always popped up, one way or another.”

My heart beats wildly, my hands slowly shaking. “I don’t want to let anyone down.” I confess.

“What do you mean?” Marcus guides us toward an emptier side of the dance floor, away from prying ears.

“I’m scared to fuck this up again. My anxiety is still there. It won’t go away. What if I make the wrong choice again?”

“You won’t.”

“How do you know that?” I question.

“I won’t let you.” He shrugs as though it’s the easiest thing in the world. “It might be hard, and there will be fights and arguments, but I’ll always remind you I love you. And we’ll always work through it.” He drags his finger down the black bracelet strapped to my wrist. “I have to be honest, when I saw you were still wearing this, it made me love you even more.”

“It was impossible for me to remove it. I tried once, but I’d barely touched it before I knew I couldn’t do it.” I grab hold of his hand, rubbing the empty spot on his wrist. It hurts more than I care to admit.

“I still have mine. It’s tucked away in a safe spot. Guess my heart knew not to let it go and that someday we’d find our way back together.” He kisses my cheek, wrapping his arms back around my waist.

“You know, all this support you’ve been declaring to me the past couple of days really turns me on.”

“Oh, really?” His fingers dig into my sides, his grip on me tightening.

“Yes, really. Hearing how much you care for me and how you plan to support me has me hard as a fucking rock.”

“Right now?” he rasps out.

“Yep. Too bad we can’t sneak away.”

“Fuck.” Marcus turns his head, looking around the room. “Come on.”

“W-wh-what? Where are you taking me?” I ask, as he drags me out of the tent.

“Somewhere I can get my hands on you.”

Marcus speeds away from the wedding area back toward the resort, with me following quickly behind.

“Marcus,” I whisper shout, looking around the area. “Where are we going?”

We stride back into the building, a gust of cool air hitting my skin as we make our way inside. My body trembles and I’m not sure whether it’s from the cold air or the thought of Marcus putting his hands on me. We pass by a few closets before Marcus turns around and opens the door to the one labeled ‘Custodial Staff.’ He peeks his head in before shoving me into the closet.

My body slams into the wall, Marcus crowding in on me. “What if we get caught?” I breathe, the thoughts racing through my mind.

“I would never do anything to get you in trouble. But I needed to have my hands on you for a minute.” He places a gentle kiss on my cheek, my body quivering. “But I need you to stay quiet. Can you do that for me, Parker?”

I nod my head, not wanting to make an extra sound.

“Good. Now I’m going to suck your cock until you come down my throat. You can’t shout out or else we’ll get caught. I need you to be quiet. If you’re good, then tonight I’ll make sure you scream my name.”

“Oh, fuck.”

Marcus drops to his knees on the floor, undoing my belt. The only sounds in the room are our combined mixture of panting and my zipper being undone. He drags my pants down, pausing when he sees my panties.

“God, Parker. I’ve always been obsessed with you in these. How beautiful your skin looks, flushed against the lace. How your ass fits perfectly surrounded by it. I’ve missed watching you walk around in nothing but a small pair of lace panties.” His finger drags under the hem of them before he leans forward and licks at the head of my dick. He rubs his cheek against the material a few times before pulling away and pulling down my panties. “If we had more time, I would worship and cherish you, but since we don’t, you’re going to have to deal with me showing you the stars quickly.”

“ Ughhh ,” flies from my mouth when Marcus wraps his plump lips around my dick and sucks hard. He takes me down his throat, a tear sliding down his cheek. He doesn’t stop though, taking me as far as he can until he gags around my length. His hand grabs onto my ass for leverage and he works his way up and down my cock, obscene noises leaving both of our mouths. There’s spit leaking all over my dick and all I want is for him to turn me around and shove his cock into my hole.

“I need more Marcus. Fuck, please, I need more.”

Marcus pops off my dick, his pupils blown wide from lust. “We don’t have time, Parker.”

“I don’t give a fuck. Get in me. Right now. I need to be fucked, hard and fast. I need it so fucking bad. My hole needs your thick cock shoved far inside me. Give it to me, Marcus.” I whine, needing and praying that he does exactly what we both need and fucks me.

“I can never say no to you. I don’t have lube, though.”

“Use your spit, it’s enough, I promise. I want to feel the burn.”

“Okay, baby.”

Marcus stands up, pushing at my shoulder, forcing me to turn around. I face the wall, resting my cheek against the cool material. The sound of Marcus’ pants being undone echoes throughout the room and I smile in anticipation of him filling me up. I hear him spit onto his fingers before he brings them to my hole, pushing inside. There’s a small sting, but it’s not anything I can’t handle.

He’s breathing heavily, his forehead resting against my shoulder as he works me open quickly. I fuck myself back onto his fingers, letting him know I’m ready. Then, the head of his cock is at my hole and he slowly pushes in, the feeling overtaking all my senses. This was what I needed. His thick cock, splitting me in two.

“Yesss,” I moan, my eyes closing shut.

“Fuck, Parker.” He thrusts his hips, hitting home. “I want to stay in this ass for the rest of my life.”

“I want you there,” I tell him. He’s not going fast enough, so I fuck myself on his cock, my insides lighting up each time he pegs my prostate. One of his hands comes up to my throat, squeezing lightly, causing me to cry out in ecstasy.

“Shh,” he tells me, licking up the side of my neck. “If someone hears you, then I’ll have to stop fucking you. Is that what you want? You want me to have to pull my dick out of you?”

“No,” I whisper, thrashing my head back and forth.

Marcus continues fucking me into the wall. I whimper and pant, but keep my mouth shut. There’s no way I want to get caught. I’m so damn horny that I don’t know how much longer I’ll last. I grab hold of my shaft and start tugging roughly, needing to come.

“I’m going to fill you full of my cum, Parker. Then we’re going to go back to the party and you’re going to have to walk around with my cum leaking out of you.”

His words set me off, and I stroke myself through my orgasm. My cum hits the wall in front of me, my head banging against it as I moan loudly.

“Fucking good boy, Parker,” he tells me as I feel him jerk and fill me up. He spends a few seconds staying inside me, both of us breathing heavily in the quiet room. “Whenever we get back to the room later, I need to be inside you again.”

“Okay,” I mumble, sex sated and ready to call it a night and go back to the room already.

“Come on, let’s head back.”

We quickly clean ourselves up, wiping up all the cum that’s on the walls. Marcus pops his head out, making sure we’re all clear. When he’s sure there’s no one in the hallway, he drags me out and we hurry, giggling and laughing as we walk back toward the wedding reception. We spend the next couple of hours dancing and mingling with everyone. Once Kendra and Tim say their goodbyes, we finally decide to leave as well.

Marcus lies naked on the bed, showcasing his breathtaking body to me. His hand strokes his cock while his eyes devour me hungrily. Making it from the wedding to here was the longest two hours of my life.

We made it back to the party with no one noticing, but fuck, trying to walk around with his cum leaking out of me was not an easy battle. Usually, I would have had more time to clean up, but my panties were soaked as I was walking around. Luckily, no one noticed we had disappeared for a few minutes, but every time I made eye contact with Marcus, I would remember how he took me apart in the small room just moments before and I would get hard. It got to the point where I was constantly hard and aching, so once Kendra and Tim left, we followed right behind.

“Are you going to stare at me the whole time or are you going to get that sexy ass of yours on the bed?” Marcus says, his grip on his shaft moving faster.

With a smile on my face, I jump onto the bed, crawling on top of him. I lie on top of his body, his arms coming around to hold me in place. “Are you going to fuck me now, or are we going to cuddle?” I tease.

“I think you know by now that when I tell you I’m going to fuck you, then I’m going to do it. Get on your hands and knees. Let me see that gorgeous ass in those panties.”

Doing as he says, I scramble off his body, getting onto my hands and knees. Even though he fucked me only a few hours ago, I already want him again. Marcus crouches behind me, his hands caressing the lace of the panties. He takes his time exploring, his fingers dipping under the hem before finding their way back to rubbing my cheeks.

Shaking my ass in his face, I taunt him, “I thought you said you were going to fuck me, not play around with my underwear.”

“Parker, I haven’t been able to appreciate your ass in lace in so long. Let me have a few moments to enjoy this.”

“Okay,” I whisper, my heart in my throat. I rest my head on the blanket, letting him have this moment. I feel at peace right now, as though things were always meant to be this way.

“Do I need to stretch you open? Or are you still ready from earlier?” he asks a few minutes later.

“I’m ready. So ready.”

He gently pulls my panties down, giving each cheek a soft kiss. He slides them off my leg, tossing them to the side. The snap from the cap of the lube echoes around the room before the cool sensation is sliding between my cheeks. He presses the head of his cock against my hole, and I relax my body, waiting for him to breach me. I’m already loose from earlier, so there’s no restriction when he pushes and shoves all the way in. A long groan leaves my lips as my head drops forward.

“God, yes,” I moan out, my hand slapping down on the mattress. “Fuck me, Marcus. Fuck me like only you can.”

He pulls out to the tip before slapping my ass, a sting following after. “I don’t want to hear anything about anyone else who’s ever fucked you before. No one ever has and will ever have this ass. I’m the only one you should be thinking about.”

“I promise, you’re it. The only one who will ever be inside me.”

“Good. Now hang on.”

I quickly grip the headboard, knowing that I pulled his jealousy card. Whenever Marcus thinks of me being with someone in the past, he has to prove the point that I’m the only one for him. I may have said it on purpose, knowing how riled up he gets.

He fucks into me fast, his cock hitting my prostate with each thrust. As he loses himself in my hole, I tightly grip the headboard. With my eyes closed, I surrender to the heightened sensations enveloping my body. I pant and whimper as Marcus continues ramming into me.

“Stand up,” he tells me gruffly, pulling out and climbing off the bed.

“Huh?” I asked, dazed. How does he expect me to stand up when my stability has been fucked out of me?

“Stand up, Parker. I want back in that hole.”

“Okay,” I tell him, following his command. I stand up and climb off the bed, perching right in front of him.

“Put your hands around my neck.” I do as he says, and he continues, “Now hold on and don’t let go.”

His powerful hands reach under my ass and he lifts me into the air, my legs wrapping around his waist. He places his dick back at my entrance and slams home. I throw my head back in ecstasy as he pounds into me. My dick is aching and needs relief, but my hands are gripped tightly around his neck. I grind against his stomach, trying to create some friction as he continues thrusting.

“I’ve got you, stroke yourself.”

Knowing he won’t let me fall, I use one hand to let go of his neck and bring it to my shaft. The instant relief I feel has me tossing my head back in pleasure.

“Marcus, I’m so close,” I pant, my hand not letting up.

“Come for me, Parker. Paint my chest in your cum.” Wanting to please him, I continue stroking myself until the tingle races down my spine. A few seconds later, spurts of cum land on his chest, my body sagging.

I glance down at his toned chest, using my free hand to rub my creamy cum into his skin. “I love seeing myself on you. It’s like I claimed you.”

“You’ve already claimed me,” he tells me through clenched teeth as he chases his own orgasm. He continues pounding into me until he finally reaches his own climax, his cum filling me up. He walks us forward, until we both fall on the bed, him slipping out of me. I smile happily when his hand interlocks with mine.

We lie that way for a few minutes before Marcus drifts off to sleep. I stay up a while longer, my eyes watching him while he sleeps peacefully. The dark thoughts try to creep in, but I force them to disappear. Hopefully, I can keep them away.