DAKOTA

Parker groans, lifting me slightly and I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his hard length against my throbbing center.

We've tried to have sex a few times, but the universe has been against us, cock-blocking us every damn time. I'm tired of waiting, so this is happening regardless of the other two people in this house right now.

Our mouths stay connected as Parker walks us slowly to the bed, fingers kneading at my ass, occasionally slipping under the delicate lace sitting there. He lays me on my back, but my legs remain around him while I watch him lean back to look down at me.

He's really hot. There's no denying it, I just feel lucky that I'm the one who managed to catch his eye.

My heart flutters as he leans back down, pressing one last kiss on my lips before he slides down, knees hitting the floor. He licks his lips slowly, hooking one finger around the lace between my legs and sliding it over, giving him an unobstructed view of my soaking core.

"So wet for me, baby," he groans.

"Just fuck me, Coach. Please."

Our eyes connect and he wastes no time connecting his mouth to me, sucking hard on my clit and slipping a finger into my pussy. I moan, shoving my fingers into his hair and arching my back, begging him to continue.

"My favorite fucking pussy," he growls, mouth against my core.

Adding a second finger, Parker easily rubs my g-spot every damn time, and it doesn't take long for me to explode into his hand. He doesn't stop, picking up his pace as I scream in pleasure.

Once I hit my high again, the pleasure starts to feel overwhelming, so I pull his head up, bringing his mouth back to mine. Our tongues tangle and his arms come up under my shoulders, moving my body further up the bed until my head hits a pillow. He's already down to just his boxers since he was ready for bed.

Smiling against his lips, I reach down and slip my hand under the waistband, wrapping a hand around his length. I stroke him lightly, not wanting to get him off before he can get inside of me.

Parker's mouth continues to skilfully mold with mine, his hand coming up and wrapping tightly around my jaw to keep me where he wants me. When he lifts his hips, my hand slips from his cock, but he pushes my arm away when I try to grab it again.

"Here's how it's gonna go," he whispers. "I'm gonna be gentle, and this is gonna stay on," he snaps the strap on my shoulder.

I whimper in response, arching my back and pushing my chest into his.

"And then I'm going to rip it off, and I'm going to fuck you. Hard," he growls, grinding down again.

"Park," I moan loudly.

He smirks at the sound, standing up and grabbing the dropped strip of condoms off of the floor while he finally slips his boxers off. He has my full attention, and I watch him tear one of the wrapper between his teeth, the other hand slowly pumping his hard cock, eyes on me the entire time.

I bend my knees, opening them wide and allowing him to stare at my covered core. He covers himself quickly, continuously stroking himself as he climbs back onto the bed and adjusts the fabric between my legs one last time, making sure it will stay out of his way, but places one last kiss on my clit.

Once satisfied, he places a hand on my shin, bending my knee and bringing it towards my head. Slipping two fingers inside of me, he quietly groans.

"You're really fucking tight, love."

"It's been a while, but I'll adjust quickly," I urge him on, desperate to feel our bodies connect.

I feel his tip against my entrance, causing my breath to catch in my throat. Moaning, he licks his fingers once and then brings them to my mouth. "Open."

I oblige, hollowing my cheeks as I suck on his fingers, tongue lapping up all of my juices that linger there.

"Good girl," he praises, and somehow I get even more turned on.

He finally pushes in slowly until he fills me completely. I wait for him to move again, but he never does.

"Are you okay?" Worry takes over as I try to lift my head and look down to where we're connected.

"Sorry," he grunts. "Just give me a second so I don't embarrass myself."

I purse my lips, holding in my laugh, and wait for him to continue. He gives no warning when he's ready, pulling out and thrusting back in deeply, sending shockwaves through my body.

A loud moan escapes me, my hand gripping the hair at the nape of his neck, looking for some stability. Our bodies rock together, the only sounds filling the dark space being heavy breathing and skin hitting skin.

"You take me so well, Dakota," he groans.

Parker must be nearing his release because he removes his hand from my shin and begins to rub my swollen clit, pushing me even closer to the edge.

"Fuckfuckfuck," I whine, my back arching up until our torsos touch.

He kisses me hard. "Let go, baby," he murmurs against my mouth.

My entire body tightens, and my vision goes white. His name slips from my lips, sounding needy and exhausted at the same time.

Only moments later, Parker moans in my ear and he stops moving, finding his release. He remains inside of me, but releases my hand and lays his body on top of mine, breathing heavily.

He stays like that for a few minutes, placing light kisses along my collarbone and neck, making me smile. I run my fingers through his hair, feeling slightly overwhelmed, but in a good way.

Parker kisses my lips softly as he pulls out, and we both sigh at the loss of connection.

We stare at eachother, smiling, and he lays next to me before whispering to me in the darkness, "you're my favorite person, Kota."

I press our foreheads together, "thank you for choosing me."

"There's nobody else I'd rather be with."

Our tongues tangle just as he starts to toy with the straps of my bodysuit, and my brain keeps repeating the same thing.

I love you. I love you. I love you...

~

Things I know Parker enjoys: Marvel, hockey, and now, morning sex.

How do I know this? Maybe because I woke him up by riding his dick, plain and simple.

"My god, you're fucking incredible. I vote that we do that every morning," he groans into my mouth, still slowly pumping up into me after we've both reached our peak, not wanting it to end.

A smile pulls at my swollen lips, "quit inflating my ego." I rise on my knees, watching closely as he slips out of me.

I take the now-used condom off of him and bring it to the bathroom with me, grabbing one of his shirts along the way, to throw away while I pee and take a quick body shower. Parker decides to get a few more minutes of sleep before joining me, and his naked body slips right behind mine as he grabs his toothbrush from the cup on the counter, one arm resting across my collarbones.

"You said something last night," he looks at me in the mirror.

"I said a lot of things," I mumble, raising an eyebrow.

He smirks," you did, baby. But, you also said it had been a while," he trails off.

I lean my head back on his warm chest, running my nails over his forearm, "yeah. A little over a year."

His eyebrows furrow and I can tell he's trying to do mental math. "Just ask me, Park."

"You never slept with Lincoln?"

"Not once," I smile, "he never made a penny off of me."

"Then why do Connor and Brooks-"

"They don't know," I cut him off. "I prefer they don't know about my sex life."

He kisses my head, "hate to break it to you, love, but I'd bet my own money they heard you screaming last night. I think they know about some of it."

I tilt my chin up, looking as he smiles down at me, "I chose to live my life in ignorance."

"Also, I don't think I've complimented these enough," he cups my tits over the towel, running his thumbs over their hardened peaks.

My eyes close and I softly moan. "I never...never told you hap-happy birthday," I manage to get out between staggered breaths.

He chuckles, lips against my neck, "I think actions speak louder than words, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes," I whimper, pushing my butt back so it's against his rock-hard cock.

Parker pushes my torso forward with a strong hand, kicking my feet further apart with one of his. Just as he goes to rip the towel off and start round four, there's a loud bang on his door that makes us both jump out of our skin.

"Hate to break up the fuck-fest going on, but Kota promised me breakfast!" Brooks yells, still knocking.

The second we make eye contact in the mirror, there's no holding back our laughter. "I did promise him," I tell Parker, "but I really only promised because I knew you'd want it."

"This," he grinds against me, "is not over. But I could go for some pancakes right now."

I flip around, kissing him quickly, "I'm on it, big boy."

"You think I have a big dick?" He looks at me happily.

"Shut up," I roll my eyes, putting a hand over his face and pushing it away while I laugh.

"I'll be down in a few, I'm gonna shower!" He calls out to me as I slip his shirt back on with a pair of shorts, all while Brooks is still knocking on the door.

The banging only gets louder and I throw my hair in a claw clip, swinging the door open and glaring at my friend. "Could you be any more annoying?"

"I think I could, do you want me to try?" Brooks looks at me happily.

Ignoring him, I try to move around him and close the door behind me, only to whip back around when he starts moaning.

"Oh yes, Park, right there," he throws a hand on the wall as he grinds his hips forward.

Screeching, I jump onto him and wrap my legs around his torso, slapping his big, stupid head while he laughs.

"Leave her alone, man, I'm starving!" Connor calls from the kitchen.

"His dick is probably double the size of yours anyway," I whisper with a smile.

Brooks gasps, cracking the door back open, "Cadell, I'm coming in with a ruler to measure you!"

"I will literally slam your dick in the door," my oh-so-kind boyfriend yells back.

Brooks whimpers, covering his crotch as he runs downstairs.

I never want to leave these guys.