Page 82 of The Fire

I tried to lift myself up, to push myself back, totakemore when he wouldn’t give it, but he pushed between my shoulder blades and forced me down. “For once, you’ll take whatIgive you,” he said. “See how it feels to have someone else in control.”

I was pretty sure he meant that as a warning, but to me, it sounded pretty damn good. I didn’t trust the world farther than I could throw it, and I wouldn’t trustmyselffor one second, but Parker? Parker, apparently, I trusted.

So I tried to make myself patient as he rocked against me, as he opened me slowly and the single finger inside me became two and then three. I squeezed my eyes shut and listened for the tiny sounds—the slick of the lube and the rasp of my beard against the sheet beneath us. I savored the feel of my erection sliding against the pillowcase and the way Parker’s breathing hitched every time his fingers sank into my ass. I knew without knowing that he was picturing his cock owning me, and that he was every bit as excited about it as I was, which made me want it even more.

I banged the side of my fist against the mattress. “Parker, please, baby.”

Finally,finally, he withdrew his fingers. “Okay,” he said, leaning forward to sink his teeth into my shoulder. His cock—the hard, smooth length of it—left precum where it rubbed against my back, and I groaned, hanging my head. “Are you sure you want this, Jamie? Are you a hundred percent sure?”

I pushed up on both hands and turned to look at him over my shoulder. “How could I be anything but a thousand percent positive, Parker? Do it now.”

Parker bit his lip and pushed himself up onto his knees. He grabbed one of the condom packets, fumbled it slightly, and stopped to settle himself, one hand wrapped around the base of his dick like he was in danger of coming.

I dropped my head.

“Please, baby,” I said again, knowing that it would spur him on. “Please.”

Parker inhaled sharply and a second later, he was sinking inside me.

“This… it’s…” Fuck. The fullness, the slide, the fact that it was Parker… it was incredible.

“Good?” Parker sounded drunk. “Because you are so tight, Jameson. And I am trying to be patient, but I think…”

“You’re tired of waiting?” I demanded breathlessly. “Do it. Move.”

He pushed back and surged forward and… holy fucking hell. “Jesus Christ.”

Parker laughed—I didn’t know where he got the oxygen. “If I were you, I’d be making a joke right now about names.”

“If you were me, you’d be getting… Oh,shit!” I said as he tagged my prostate. “It feels like I’m being jerked from inside.” It was so much better than anything I’d ever accomplished with my own fingers.

Parker huffed again. “You’re like a poet.” But his hips sped up and he demanded, “Tell me more. Tell me exactly what it’s doing to you.”

He wanted dirty talk? I could give Parker dirty talk.

“It feels like you’re fucking huge,” I told him honestly. “Like,I will never make a little joke againhuge.”

He snorted. “What else?”

“It feels like…ah, fuck. Like this is exactly what I’ve been missing.” The words came tumbling from my lips like he’d fucked the honesty out of me.Shit. “It feels like you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.”

“My dick?”

“Yeah, Parks,” I lied. “Obviously your giant dick.Harder.”

“Tell me what you missed,” he demanded. “Tell me.Did you missme?”

“Every damn day,” I growled. “Every day. While you were gone, when you were back. I have missed you every day that we weren’t doing this.”

“You could’ve been fucked anytime, by anyone. Whyme, Jamie?” He pistoned his hips harder so the smacking sound of skin on skin reverberated around the room. “Why did you wait for me?”

“Because.” I slid one hand out from under me and down between the pillow and my cock. Parker grabbed my arm and pulled my hand away.

“Not yet,” he demanded. “Becausewhy?”

Fuck.Fuck, it was so good. I couldn’t last. I could feel my orgasm coming, all I needed was the tiniest bit of friction.

“Parker!”