We ran down the path to our suite in the moonlight, Parker pulling me along in his wake. But before we got to our building, I tugged on his hand and pushed him up against a shadowed palm tree. Faint strains of music from the bar and the crash of the surf filled the air.
“Baby, I didn’t mean to ruin your romantic plans. I really could have—”
Parker put a finger to my lips. “Julian, you are the plans. I don’t care about the restaurant or the clothes or any of that. I just… I just wanted to show you that I love you. That I want us to have romance, too. And that there are no other people for me. Not like this. Not like what we have. I promised you that when we were fourteen, remember?”
Of course I remembered. Though I’d spent the last six months thinking he’d forgotten. Or at least that it hadn’t been as important to him as it had to me.
“But you know what? I think you should sell me on it anyway,” he whispered. “Do exactly what you said you were going to. Show me all the best things about having sex with another man. Take me apart. Prove to yourself that I’m yours.”
When we got back to our room, I decided to go for it, push his limits with the kind of sex that was as far from what I imagined he and Erin had done as possible.
I stripped him down and pulled him into the large glass-enclosed shower. “Hands on the wall. Don’t move.”
I proceeded to wash every inch of him with soapy hands, hot water, and my tongue. When I knelt behind him with the handheld sprayer, he was already panting. “Want you,” he begged. “Now. Now’s good.”
“Mm, no. Not yet.” I spread his cheeks and teased the delicate skin of his hole with the hot spray before using soapy fingers to clean him inside and out. His begging increased, and when I found his gland, he pounded the side of his fist against the tiles.
“Fucking Christ, Jules. Fuck! More.” His words ended in a hot whimper. He was so delicious like this, vulnerable and needy, open and willing to let me do anything to him.
I turned the spray off and leaned in to taste him. The debauched groan he let out when he felt my tongue on his hole went straight to my balls.
“New favorite thing,” he croaked. “This… this…” He stopped trying to say anything and let out another groan instead. “Oh god, that’s good. That’s so fucking good.”
I held the rounded muscles of his ass in my hands and used my mouth and fingers to bring him to his knees. When he was finally down on all fours in the shower, his hand vaguely flapping back toward me to get on with it while his throat let out broken begging sounds, I fumbled for the lube and slicked both of us up.
“Still good with no condom, babe?” I asked. We’d talked about it earlier, about our statuses and our shared desire to go bare.
“Please, Jules.”
I leaned over him and pressed a kiss behind his ear. “Gonna rail your ass,” I said in a low voice. “Going to fuck you so hard, you scream for me to stop.”
He twisted his head so his eyes met mine. “That’s never gonna happen.”
He slid down from being propped on his hands to his forearms. His ass pressed against my groin, and my hard dick moved slickly through his channel. I reached out a hand to grip his wet hair.
It was rough and physical, and I wanted him to know from his feet to the top of his head he was being owned and fucked by a man. There would never be another person allowed into his body like this. There would never be another person to see him at his most vulnerable.
“Only me,” I gritted as I pushed into him. “You understand that?”
“Jules,” he whimpered. His tight heat gripped me and sent stars winging through my vision. “Only you.”
It was wet and messy, hot and feral. I thrust into him like I was punishing him for all the years he’d gone without me. Or maybe I was trying to make up for lost time. I was the one desperate and needy. I needed inside him, I needed to own him, and I needed to show him he’d never have anything better than this. It was impossible.
Parker’s hand flew back to clutch at my hip, pulling me closer as he begged me for more. The tight squeeze around my cock was pushing me closer and closer to the edge, especially now that I was able to know what it felt like being bare inside him. I reached around his slick body and found his dick, hanging hard and heavy toward the shower floor.
“Give it to me,” I growled in his ear while I stroked him off. Our bodies stuck together in a hot, damp press, and our loud gasping breaths echoed in the enclosed space.
When Parker finally came, his hot spunk falling to the shower floor, he screamed so loud the hairs came up on my skin. I was finally free to let go, and I shot deep and hard into him with a roar.
The two of us ended up naked and messy on the tile floor with our faces in soapy puddles and our limbs entwined.
It was amazing.
“Holy fuck,” Parker said with a hoarse reverence. “Holy fucking fuck.” He turned his face to look at me. “I want to do that to you one day.”
I grinned at him. “Yes, please.”
He reached out and cupped the side of my face. “I never knew it could be like that.”
“Physical and rough? Loud and messy?”
Parker shifted closer and used his fingertips to brush wet strands of hair from my face. “Maybe. But also… possessive. Dominant. Overwhelming. Hot as fuck.” He met my eyes. “Unrestrained and fearless.”
He was right. I could have held back for fear of scaring him off. But if this was going to work, we had to be completely open and honest.
“Sometimes I like it sweet and tender,” I admitted. “But other times, I’m going to want you on all fours begging me to fuck you fast and hard.”
He let out a tired laugh. “It seems like that’s not going to be a problem. Who knew I had a bossy Julian kink?”
I opened my mouth to disagree with him, to say he wasn’t into being dominated by me, but that was a lie. He was. He was clearly into it. I thought back over our life together and recognized the same themes. There were so many times he preferred me to take charge. But the fact he was willing to trust and follow me so easily in the bedroom, too, was everything I could have wanted.
“Thank you for loving me,” I said softly. “You’re the greatest gift of my life.”
He moved over into my arms. It was awkward as hell and uncomfortable as fuck, but as long as Parker Ellis was in my life and in my arms, I was happy.
21
PARKER
Julian woke me up early the next morning by raining hot kisses down the back of my neck and along my shoulder blades. I felt the faint throb of bruising on my knees from the sex we’d had on the shower floor and the twinge in my ass from being owned by his fat cock.
There was no way I was taking him again so soon, but that wasn’t what I wanted right now anyway. I wanted inside of him. I wanted to know what it felt like to get close to him like that.
I turned over and moved on top of him, taking over the kissing and moving up to his mouth, his cheeks, his earlobes. My hands wandered lazily over his warm skin, tweaking nipples, exploring rounded muscles under familiar ink, and teasing his balls with my fingertips.
“Want you,” he breathed into the semidarkness.