Denying Mr. Parks (The Parks #1) Page 16

  His iPod station came on when he joined me on the sofas. It was Sam Smith’s “Stay with Me.” He sat beside me and stroked the back of my neck whilst he rested his arm across the back of the sofa. I wished he wouldn’t touch me, but it felt too nice to tell him to stop. Him being near, touching me the way he was, caused my feelings to spiral out of control. My mind swarmed with thoughts I needed banished, and that frightened me. I couldn’t allow myself to become see-through. If I had to deny my emotions to protect myself, then that’s what I would do.

  “Let me get you something to eat,” he said.

  “I’m not hungry.” I wasn’t, but he wasn’t listening.

  “You will eat. Here.” He handed me a room-service menu, and I quickly scanned the contents. It wasn’t your normal burger and chips but food that could accurately be compared to Michelin Star cuisine. Regardless of the posh nosh, I really wasn’t hungry, but arguing with Parks about food was not on my agenda.

  “I’ll just have a bowl of chips, then.” I shrugged. Even though I couldn’t see them on the menu, I was sure they had some.

  He shook his head like that wasn’t acceptable. “No, you’ll have something more fulfilling.”

  “No,” I insisted. “I’ll have a bowl of chips.”

  His jaw clenched like it always did when I told him no. “You are not only having a bowl of fries, Evelyn.”

  “I’m not.” I batted my eyelashes sweetly. “I’m having a bowl of chips.”

  He pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s the same thing.”

  “No, fries are skinny. Chips are—”

  “Shut up, Evelyn.” He was impatient and irritated I was pointing the difference out even though it was a trivial fact, and I laughed at how easily I could wind him up. “That’s funny, is it?” His brow shot up whilst he regarded me intently.

  “I can’t believe I let you get away with telling me to shut up, but for some reason it’s funny hearing words like that from a man who is usually so calm and collected.” I smirked again.

  Parks didn’t like what I said, I could tell. He placed the menu back on the table and spoke firmly and clearly. “I only tell you to shut up when you’re being a smartass. Like now.”

  I suppressed the urge to grin and crossed my arms, knowing it enhanced my breasts. And yes, he saw, because his eyes flickered towards them.

  “And what are you going to do about it?” I was aware the words came out seductively, and maybe I wanted them to.

  His delicious mouth turned up on the one side like he already had something in mind. He moved his hands to his shirt buttons and slowly opened each one, the movements seductive and effortless. The unveiling of that sexy trimmed chest hair and solid torso made my heart leap over an invisible hurdle.

  “I’m going to give you an appetizer. That’s what I’m going to do about it.”

  An appetizer?

  He knelt on the sofa and pressed his lips firmly against mine. His hard and powerful body pushed me down onto the sofa so I was lying underneath him. With both hands pressed against my outer thighs, he started pulling up my dress until it was near my waist. I tried to yank it back down before he slipped it up any farther and quickly diverted his attention by thrusting up my hips to meet his front. I immediately felt his hardened cock against my pelvis, so I started stroking myself against him, and Jesus, it felt good. I whimpered and trembled with want as my sex grazed along his length. I felt how aroused and hard he was as I used him to stroke my pulsing clit. I couldn’t deny how much I wanted him within me.

  His lips momentarily left mine to let an appraising groan escape. “You want to go straight to main course, Evelyn?” he rasped, then kissed my forehead tenderly like I was a child. “Be patient.”

  “I have no patience,” I breathed before clasping my lips with his again.

  “I can see that,” he said against my kiss, then climbed from the sofa, leaving me lying there, waiting and wondering. His intentions were clear when he began to undo his belt. The green of his eyes was hazed with desire as he unbuckled and pulled it through the loops with purposeful slowness. With the same rhythm, he undid his trouser button and carefully pulled down the zip. A breath of anticipation left my mouth, and his smirk gave away how content he was about that. He pushed down his trousers and stepped out of them when they hit the floor, revealing his toned, strong legs, his white boxer-briefs, and that impeccable package I wanted delivered right away. My hunger for him became ravenous. I couldn’t stand the wait.

  “No, Evelyn. Be patient.”

  I laid back down on a huff, seeming to need this man. My mind had stopped working, and my body took full control. My breathing was shallow, my legs were apart, my dress was up past my waist, and I felt needy. I never felt needy and didn’t particularly like it, but what could I do when I couldn’t fight my desire for him?

  He finished with his shirt and let it slip from his strongly defined shoulders. More than a gasp left my mouth that time. It was a sigh of exhilaration. Jesus, he was a statue of a male god. His tanned six-pack, his powerful arms, his long, lean legs, and his erection standing monumentally under his boxers were more reasons for my abstruse, intense desire.

  He strode towards me and climbed back onto the sofa, where he made hasty work of straddling me so his knees were just outside my shoulders. With his pelvis in my face, I knew then what my appetizer was, and yes, I was famished. I greedily went to pull his boxers down, but he shook his head, taking my hands away and enclosing them within his above my head. “No hands.”

  No hands? I gripped the waistband of his boxers with my teeth and forced them down until his magnificent cock sprang free.

  “Good girl,” he breathed. “Open.” I opened my mouth, obeying his demand and getting ready for his entry. I clawed at his fingers as he sank himself into my mouth on a sensuous growl. “Fuck. Your mouth is so sweet.”

  His dilated eyes closed, his head tilted back, and his mouth formed an O. The head of his cock sank into my mouth, and I licked around the soft crest, already tasting his deliciously warm precome. I sucked him slowly, wanting to taste him, wanting to savour him, but Parks had other ideas.

  “I need to fuck your mouth, Evelyn. I’ve been dreaming of filling it for days, and I can’t hold back. Forgive me.” Promptly, he released my hands, pulled back, then thrust forwards, leaving me with zero control. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked him as he entered, moaning around his cock because watching him thrust himself into me was incredibly erotic. A stream of arousal gushed through my core. Giving blowjobs never turned me on, but somehow, this one did. As he pumped his cock into my mouth, he almost hit the back of my throat on vigorous thrusts and rhythmical grunts. I accepted the deep force whilst sucking him. He felt good, he tasted phenomenal, and for gifting me with that, I wanted to please him.

  “Christ. I’m gonna come long and hard for you, Evelyn. Because that’s what you do for me.” His voice was strained and low, and it only spurred me on. I felt his cock thicken in my mouth, felt the veins of his shaft along my tongue as his pounding became more vigorous. He moved his hand to the back of my head.

  “Evelyn. Swallow. Every. Last. Drop.” He delivered his order through gritted teeth. His powerful body shuddered, his cock jerked, and he emptied himself into my mouth on a burst of raspy delight. His warm, silk-like fluid filled my mouth, and I swallowed every ounce of him like he demanded, moaning my gratitude. His taste was inimitable, and I wanted to lap it all up, but he pulled out of my mouth.

  “Ready for the main?” He grinned salaciously. I hadn’t even got over the fucking of my mouth and he was hard again and ready for the next round. He shimmied deftly down my body, pulling the silk of my knickers down my legs and until they were off completely. He then picked up my ankles to place them onto his shoulders and groaned at the sight of my exposed sex. Bowing down slightly, he then quickly buried his head right between my thighs.

  “Wade,” I cried out, clasping the edge of the sofa for support as he licked between my folds and
dexterously found my clit. He stroked the pad of his tongue over my pulsing bud and cupped my arse with both hands as he caressed it and used it to push me into his waiting mouth. Heat covered every inch of my body, blankness took over my mind, and my legs crushed against Parks’s temples whilst I tried to cope with the feelings he was presenting me with.

  He was skilled, rough, and impatient, and I loved that. I loved the way he licked me, sucked me, and ruled my sex, and the way he moaned told me he was enjoying it just as much.

  My hips were churning, beckoning him closer into me, driving myself against him. I knew what was coming. Me. I clenched my eyes shut as my legs tightened together. My body tensed as I sobbed in delectable pleasure and came around his masterful tongue.

  “Oh…yes.” I hissed my words through gritted teeth, and my climax unmistakably increased Parks’s greed for me; for the taste of me. My orgasm raced through my body in a mindless, heated wave of ecstasy. Parks lapped it all up, circling his tongue around my clit and sucking at my entrance. I drove my hips mindlessly into his mouth to empty every last drop I had on trembling cries.

  Our bodies were on fire. Sweat gathered in my hair and on my forehead, and I saw it dotted on Parks’s perfect shoulder blades. It made the desire between us soar. I whimpered, needing him inside me, but I couldn’t bring myself to beg. My legs were still on his shoulders, but I gripped his hair, pulled him up from between my thighs, and sucked at his tongue. Groaning against my lips he said, “Let me feel you, Evelyn. No barriers. Give me that at least.”

  I knew he was talking about condoms. I was on the pill, I knew a man like him was going to be STD free, and my patience for getting his cock inside me was wearing thin.

  “You said you wanted me checked?” I breathed. Cheeky bastard.

  “Fuck it,” he said. “Let me feel you. That’s all I ask.”

  “Yes,” I said, staring up into his darkened, sexed-up eyes. Without pulling my legs down from his shoulders, without giving me time to adjust, he brutally shoved his cock into me.

  “Jesus Christ, Evelyn. You feel incredible.”

  I cried out with him incoherently as our bodies shuddered. My back arched and my head fell back whilst I dug my nails into the sofa beneath me.

  This was my dessert.

  “Do you want me to fuck you hard, Evelyn? Do you want my cock deep?”

  “Yes,” I wailed, and he momentarily obliged. He took hold of my hips and controlled them to meet his almighty thrusts as he pounded into me again and again, fucking me hard, fucking me endless.

  “Evelyn.” Raw, ragged breaths heaved from his chest as he fucked me senseless. The slap of his heavy balls against my arse as he drove into me like a powerhouse never running out of steam, boiled my lust to the brim. I was burning up, way too hot; my skin was damp, my body was tightening, and the way he masterfully drove in and out, making sure the head of his cock would brush against my sweet spot every time without fail, quickened that building sensation of where I was about to lose my mind to an orgasm.

  “Ah, yes. Wade. Yes.” I hissed and cursed as my tremendous climax hit me hard, sending me soaring with no desire to ever come back to earth.

  I was vaguely aware of him allowing my limp legs to fall from his shoulders so he could lie across me. Face to face. My hands went into his hair as I wanted to hold him close during that intimate moment. I briefly wished I had the confidence to go naked, chest to chest with Parks, but I didn’t.

  “You’re so, so beautiful.” He strained as his strong, powerful frame tensed against mine. He buried his head into the side of my hair and pulled at the other side as he convulsed on a low, long groan. “Ah, fuckkk.” His hot, welcoming climax spurted into my core whilst I held him tenderly against me until I realised I was being way too affectionate. I let my arms flop back to my sides as he held me to support his climax.

  My body was lax, and my heavy lids started to close as we lay panting. Jesus, what he could put my body through was exceptional and made my previous sex partners look weak. I also hated that he most definitely gave a different woman the same mind-blowing sex almost every night and that it wasn’t just me getting “The Wade Parks Treatment.”

  While he lay there, he brushed his fingers through my damp hair and pushed it from my face, and I began to tense all over again because it wasn’t right. It felt right, but it wasn’t.

  After gazing into my eyes tentatively, Parks pulled away. He seemed to be tense about showing affection too, but he didn’t elaborate. He pushed to his feet and yanked up his white boxer-briefs. I instantly pulled my dress back over my modesty and sat up, trying to run my hands through hair that probably looked like I’d been pulled through a hedge backwards.

  “Wow,” I breathed, because there were no other words for what we’d just done.

  Parks gave me a smile, one of those rare adorable ones. “Yes, wow. That was a three-course meal courtesy of Wade Parks.” He took a small, courteous bow.

  I clapped playfully. “Bravo.”

  “Thank you.” He grinned, then my smile sort of faded, and he noticed instantly as his shoulders sagged.

  “You’re leaving, aren’t you?”

  I shimmied off the sofa, nodding, but when I pushed to my feet, I stumbled. My legs were shaky and my sex was swollen, but I tried to ignore both. “I have to.”

  He walked towards me, and I put my head down so as not to catch his woeful stare.

  “Please don’t go. Stay with me.” He must have seen I wasn’t going to. My expression said it all. “I haven’t even got you naked yet.”

  I finally managed to right myself. He was never going to get me naked, that I was sure of. “I need to go.” I skirted him and grabbed my bag from the coffee table. When I turned around, I saw Parks was standing in the doorway I needed to pass to be able to leave. He was still naked but for his underwear, leaning his shoulder casually against the frame.

  I sighed. “If you’re trying to get me to stay by following me around with that body that belongs in Calvin Klein adverts, and that semi-hard penis that is bigger than most men’s on a full, then you’re wrong. I’m still leaving.”

  The corners of his mouth twitched, making my stomach tense. “You never fail to amuse me, Evelyn, but at least I got you to admit you think I’m irresistible.” He chuckled, waving a hand down his body as he emphasized the word.

  I scoffed. “If you were that irresistible, I wouldn’t be leaving, would I?”

  He tilted his head to the side as if in contemplation. “Then leave, and stop gaping at my cock.”

  My eyes blinked back to his after I realised I’d been staring. “I…I am leaving. Good-bye.” I stormed forwards, brushing his arm with my shoulder as I passed, making my way to the door.

  “I would never hurt you, Evelyn,” he called after me, which brought me to a standstill. With my back facing him, I braced myself for a deep conversation.

  “I don’t believe that. I always get hurt, Parks. Why should you be any different?”

  I sensed his frown, his narrowed eyes. “Who has hurt you, Evelyn? Tell me. I want to know your past.”

  I looked up at the ceiling. “If I tell you my past, I’m scared you won’t want my future.”

  There was a pause, and I could have kicked myself for saying such a deep and meaningful statement.

  “And do you want me to have your future?” I sensed a trace of surprise in his tone, probably from what I had just told him, and I closed my eyes at my own stupidity.

  “It doesn’t matter what I want. Besides, you have no time to dedicate to me, and I don’t have the emotion to dedicate to you.”

  I felt him walk towards me, so I wrapped my arms tightly around my breasts and kept my back to him. “That’s why I won’t stay. You’ve fucked me, so now I’m leaving. I never stay with any man I sleep with. Sex to me is just sex. When I’m done, I leave.” I sighed deeply and turned to see his jaw clench in frustration. “Why are you even hanging around me? You said yourself you didn’t want anything more f
rom me than just sex. Why has that changed?”

  “If I solely wanted meaningless sex, then why am I not the one who’s running? If I wanted a quick fuck, I’d go grab some other woman, trust me. But I want you because you have something I connect to, Evelyn. Something my mind gravitates towards. Jesus.” He turned from me, jerking a hand through his dark, dishevelled hair. He was becoming angry with himself, and I felt his presence slip away and felt him withdrawing again. “I hate that I have to explain myself. Fuck, I’ve never had to give anyone any damn explanation for anything I have ever done. But here I am”—he waved a hand between us—”trying to justify myself to a woman on why the hell I can’t stay away from her. And I’m doing a shit job of it too. I never do a shit job.”

  I couldn’t listen to him telling me he couldn’t stay away, because he was igniting that flame again, and I couldn’t let that happen. I just couldn’t. I needed to be left alone. I needed to keep my life in a calm place without any complications, disruptions, or emotion. Parks fed those things to me on a plate, and I couldn’t handle it.

  “I can’t do this.” I spun on my heel.

  “You can’t do this or you won’t do this?” Parks’s voice was controlled and withdrawn.

  “Both,” I snapped back, yanking the door open. He groaned a little, because he didn’t get there in time to open it for me, and followed me down the hallway almost naked. I thought he was going to try and make me come back to his room and get me to stay with him, but he just simply commanded, “Take the Jaguar home, Evelyn. Chasing a woman is not in my nature.” Then he disappeared back into his room and slammed the door closed.

  I was fuming as I rode the lift down to the bottom floor. Sex that was all it was. He made that clear. Yes, he asked me to stay, but that was an obvious gesture of chivalry. He didn’t really want me to. If he did, he would have chased me and asked me more than once, wouldn’t he?