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CHAPTER 34

CONSTELLATIONS (PIANO VERSION) BY JADE LEMAC

Parker Thompson:

The Uber ride home was torture. The walk up my stairs was never-ending and now that I’m unlocking my door, I know there’s not a soul inside of my apartment except for me and her… I walk through the door and turn right away, taking her in my hands. I kiss her. I indulge. I don’t let up. I have barely let myself have her. I have been brushing my hand against hers in crowded spaces. I have caught her attention in a crowded room just so she knows I see her and I’m only looking at her. I have told myself to wait in this regard, in having her the way I’ve wanted. I’m sure of her. I have been, but I have waited for her to be sure enough to tell me what she wants and tonight, there was no denying the look in her eyes. There’s no denying it right now because her lips feel like a fever.

I swear it’s like I can feel every ounce of emotion she feels as she kisses me back. I let her take control last time, and as much as I love her taking charge, as much as I enjoy seeing her confidence and care for me and my body… I let it happen that way because I was nervous and anxious. I wasn’t sure of myself, my movements, my thoughts, and my wants. I wanted her to take that ease away with the bold person she is. But it’s my turn. It’s my night. I lift her with ease and relish in the small gasp that escapes her lips when I do.

I carry her all the way to my room and she pulls me back to her by my neck, kissing me like if she’s apart from me for more than a second, she’s going to cease to exist. I’ve never felt wanted like this. Not sexually, emotionally, or physically. Brianne is an entirely new experience for me in every single way and I need to experience her now that we know each other. Intimacy is relative to whoever is partaking and though I’ve never been one to make emotional attachments, there’s a part of me that feels far more connected and sensitive to every touch and kiss and breathe now that Brianne means what she does to me.

Exactly what that is, I don’t know yet, but I do know that I would rather die at this point than let her go. Her back presses to the door and her head tilts back. She’s out of breath, staring at me with wild blue eyes and I need her. We both breathe heavily, our chests battling for air as we stare at each other. I take one more second, letting both of us take all of this in.

“I’m asking you now, you’re sure?” I mumble as I open the door and kick it shut.

“Positive. Don’t ask again,” she orders and I smirk as I set her down on my bed. I kneel in front of her and don’t let my eyes roam anywhere. I stay locked in on her face as I remove her shoes.

“Look at me…” I tell her and she does.

Every ounce of the adrenaline I had during my game, which feels like it was years ago at this point, is rushing back to the forefront of my emotions. I let all the cocky, confident feelings be present. If I didn’t want to ruin the moment, I would be giving myself a pep talk in the bathroom right now. In my head will do, though. Parker, you can fucking do this. She made it unforgettable last time, now it’s your turn.

“I’m looking,” she hums, crossing her ankles.

“I’m kneeling in front of you right now. Do you like seeing me here?” I ask her and her eyes darken, the bright blue burning now. “I’m going to worship your body tonight. I’m going to make you cum,” I tell her as I slowly stand, not touching her as I do, but placing my hand on her thigh once I’m fully standing. “And last time I was puddy in the palm of your hand,” I tell her, not showing the fact that I’m freaking out internally as I speak to her.

I’ve never been one to use bedroom talk, but I have since Brianne because it’s what she likes. And I like to please…

“Tonight, you’re mine.” I move over her now and she leans back on the bed, staring at me, the same burning fire in her eyes. “You love to talk, Sunshine, where are all those words now?” I ask her and she swallows deeply. “Speak. Out loud. I said you’re mine tonight. Is that alright?” I ask her.

I slide my hand up her throat until I’m holding her jaw, a grip I know she goes insane for. She opens her mouth, a slight gasp escaping.

“Okay,” she breathes out, her words more of a rasp.

“Okay?” I ask her.

“What do you want me to say, yes, sir? Yes, daddy, I will? You’re hot and you’re talking to me in a way you’ve never spoken to me, sorry if I can’t find all the right words, or formulate—”

I fight the urge to laugh at her ramble and crush myself to her, thankful to have someone as on fire as the girl lying on my bed right now. I’m cool, icy, and collected most of the time. She burns me up, melts me down, and shapes me. I fucking love it.

I reach down between us and fold my hands under the hem of her dress. I yank it up as hard as I can, exposing her lower half to me without breaking the kiss from her. The second the air hits her, she gasps, our lips still touching but separated from their kiss. I tug her body to the very edge of the bed and finally look down to remove her underwear, but she’s not wearing any. I look up at her face, her cheeks more flushed now than they already always are.

“What kind of game are you playing?” I smirk toward her and she’s still trying to catch her breath.

“No games. I forgot to pack them in my cheer bag so I just… went without,” she admits to me and I shake my head, sinking back down to my knees. “Parker—”

Whatever she was going to say dissipates into the air, just like her moan the second I flatten my tongue against her perfect pussy. Her breathing shakes the second I take my tongue from her base all the way to the tight bundle of nerves that make her whole body react. The second I latch my lips to her, she lets out the breathiest moan I’ve heard from her. Brianne is not a quiet person, not even slightly and it’s one of my favorite things about her. My goal for the night is to make that true in bed as much as it is out of bed.

“Oh my god,” she moans, her words spoken normally, breathily, messily.

I revel in them and keep working, rolling my tongue over her insistently until I feel the pure muscle in her thighs tighten and clench. I force her legs farther apart and stand, burying my face in her having no shame as I devour Brianne fucking Archer in my bed. I break my mouth from her and slide my fingers down the length of her pussy to gather her arousal. I slide my fingers inside of her and kiss her with my mouth once more, using my tongue until she’s writhing under me. I curl my fingers and I hear the recognition in her moan and gasp.

“Right there. Fuck.” She arches her back, the death grip of her fingers on my bed no more as they move to me, my hair.

She runs her hands through my hair and I savor the taste of her, the feeling of her on my tongue and contracting around my fingers. My dick is hard as fucking rock right now and I can barely contain the groan from my mouth when she tugs on my curls the second the walls of her pussy clench around me. Her legs tremble and her hips twitch and buck against me. I hold her down with my empty hand and hold my fingers still as she’s moving herself against me now. I stand fully, watching her, seeing her react to me.

“Use my fingers,” I tell her and she whimpers at the words.

I’m fucking done for. I need her. I need to feel her now. I restrain myself, letting her ride out this high despite the fact that I plan to give her more. I remove my fingers from her and bring them to my mouth, cleaning myself off. She breathes heavily as she watches, her cheeks blazing, her hair messy.

“Take that off,” I tell her quietly, my mind focused on having her in every single fucking way.

I turn away from her and take my clothes off while making my way to my drawer. I pull out a condom and turn to her. She stares at me as I rip the foil packet open. Her eyes scour my body, hers completely naked now.

“You’re bossy tonight.” She scoots herself back on my bed, almost as if she's making room for me. I pull her back to me.

“You stay here. This is your assigned spot for the time being,” I tell her and she smirks.

“I think I like it,” she finishes her thought from earlier and I roll my eyes.

“Spread your legs,” I tell her and she looks up at me expectantly. “Please,” I add on, knowing her, knowing that’s the word she was waiting for.

She does so with ease, exposing herself to me once again. I adjust her so she’s leaning back and then I adjust myself, sliding my dick over her, gathering her wetness on me.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” I mumble, more to myself than her.

I look at her, leaned all the way back, propping herself up on her elbows.

“Come here,” I mutter.

I place myself at her entrance and when she makes her way up to me, I slide into her while meeting her for a kiss. Every ounce of my skin tingles and burns at the feeling of her. She’s everywhere all at once. Around me, on my lips, on my tongue. Her hands are on my shoulders and her moan is infiltrating the air and my mouth as I settle, her body adjusting to me again.

“So fucking tight,” I mutter and she whimpers and squirms, trying to get me to move.

The feeling is already too fucking much. I waited far too fucking long to fuck her again. I’ve thought about it. I’ve jerked myself off enough with her in my fucking mind, but I haven’t let myself have her and I need a second to let myself adjust to the feeling of her again. A feeling I never intend to forget for the rest of my fucking life if I’m lucky enough.

“Brianne… Sunshine,” I breathe out and she kisses me but then she tilts her head down.

I kiss her forehead and she’s keeping her eyes locked on us, where we’re joined. I breathe out, gaining my composure again so I can move again. She breathes along with my movements, her soft noises and moans sounding every time I adjust myself inside of her. I slide all the way out, the warmth of her gone for only a second before I slam all the way back into her, sheathing myself inside. Her mouth opens wide and her back arches, but no sound escapes her lips. I stay there, buried inside of her until she speaks.

“Again, please,” she whispers, pressing her forehead to mine.

I do what she says, over and over again, hearing the sound of our bodies joining, thankful no one else is home for the time being. I love having her like this, all to myself. All on my own. No ears. No life around us.

“Mine,” I mumble against her lips, my hand on the back of her neck as I hold her to me.

“Yours,” she confirms and I almost lose it.

I kiss her and pull out of her. I move as quickly as I can, and her body moves like it’s nothing, weightless like a ragdoll. I flip her over onto her stomach. She squeals at the sudden movement. I don’t even smirk at the adorable sound because I need to feel her again more than anything. I pull her hips to me, raising her ass from the bed. She starts to put herself on all fours but I push her shoulder blades down. She complies, her hands on the bed and the second I slide my cock over her entrance she grips the sheets, her breath gone again.

“Please,” she moans into my sheets.

I don’t even hesitate to comply. I slide into her all the way once more and she cries out. I can feel her pleasure as she clenches around me. I groan, holding her hips. Her ass is perfect, in the air and slightly red from my hands. I slide them over her perfect cheeks and trace over her perfect tight ass. She gasps and I pull out of her. She waits a second before relaxing and turning over her shoulder.

“Has anyone ever touched you there?” I ask and she shakes her head. I hesitate.

“But… I would let you. If you wanted to try…” she tells me. “Do you have lube?” she asks me and I nod.

I back away from her and get it out of the drawer beside my bed. I take some on my hand and when I come back to her, she gets back into position. I smooth the lube over her and put more on my fingers. I use my free hand to place my dick again and I slide into her pussy, her whole body not relaxing like it had before.

“Relax, Brianne…” I speak softly to her and her breath shakes.

I bring my free hand around her body, letting my fingers find her clit. She moans into the bed and melts slightly, the relaxation I was looking for setting into place. I wait before I slide my thumb over her ass, lubing it up. I slowly ease it in, only one finger and I keep my movements slow as I rock my hips into her. The moan she lets out is guttural and absolute music to my ears.

“Tell me how it feels,” I instruct her.

“Good. It feels…” She moans again and brings her fingers to where mine are, taking over the job of circling her clit for me. I bring my hand to her hip and hold her in place. She pants, burying her face into the bed as she moans loudly, louder than she’s been with me before.

“Good girl,” I watch her.

I need to see her pleasure knowing it’s all me causing it. She clenches both holes and I groan out into the room, feeling euphoria and pleasure build at the bottom of my spine.

“Again,” she whimpers.

“You’re such a good fucking girl, Brianne,” I moan into the air, still fucking her, slow and steady, sinking myself all the way into her.

“Oh my god,” she can barely get the words out of her mouth as I feel her cum on me again.

Her pussy pushes me out. Her body trembles, her bones turning to nothing as she falls to the bed, overcome by the feeling.

“More… More please,” she cries, trying to move herself back up, but still feeling the aftershocks.

I turn her body to the side, and spread her legs, hooking one over my shoulder. I place myself again and rub my fingers over her most sensitive area despite all of her writhing with sensitivity.

“Greedy,” I mumble to her, a slight smirk on my face, but it disappears as I slide into her again, pleasure building inside of me to the point of no fucking return.

“Only for you,” I lose it.

Pressure erupts from the bottom of my spine all over my entire body. I moan, pushing as deep into her as I can and she shakes still, her orgasm still working itself out, still clenching around me.

“Perfect. You’re perfect,” I tell her, my upper half almost collapsing onto the bed.

I catch myself, my hands in the sheets, my dick still inside of her, twitching with pleasure. She breathes heavily just like I do. I stay only for a second longer before I pull out of her and move to discard the condom.

“Go pee this time, no more UTIs. Go,” I tell her.

“Grumpy,” she jokes, helping herself to one of my t-shirts in my clean laundry basket.

“For once in my life, I'm not grumpy,” I joke, getting clean underwear for myself.

She approaches me before she leaves and tilts her face up to mine. I bring my hand to her face, my thumb tracing her cheek and her freckles, my eyes lingering by my mind choosing not to count them this time. I kiss her forehead, her temple, her cheek, then her lips. The way she kisses me back sends shivers down my body so I pull back before I push her back down to the damn bed…

She leaves my bedroom only wearing my shirt, not that it matters considering it swallows her whole. I watch her from my bathroom until she disappears into the stall and I shake my head. Is this luck or stupidity? Is it both? I don’t even care. If something feels as good and perfect as she does… It can’t be wrong. No matter what anyone says, Brianne is mine. I’m for fuck sure hers. This is… This is a good thing. She’s a good thing. One of the only good things I’ve had the pleasure of having.