Florencio's POV

Say hi to your mom for me.

Fuck Natalie. She had no boundaries and didn't know how to think before she spoke.

She knew how to make me weak. I felt like a target and she had a pistol in her hand when the back of my eyes stared to burn.

Parker's stare was making me anxious. I tried to do something on my phone, but decided to focus on driving.

"Stop looking at me," I bit out. My voice was rough. I blinked hard a couple times.

I knew Parker had questions for me and I was taking her home to avoid them.

Her eyes were determined. I needed to stop looking at her.

I heard her take a deep breath and put her hand on my shoulder. I felt my shoulders relax.

"I don't want to go home." Her voice was silky. I had to look at her. I think I swerved a little. Don't look at me like that. Like she wanted me.

I didn't say anything.

She didn't want to know about Natalie. About my family. It was a cluster-fuck of stuff. I wasn't interested in telling anybody about it.

She didn't tell me anything either. I didn't need to give her any pieces of me. I knew she would keep it, analyze it, and not forget it. I couldn't have her know me that way. I wanted to know her that way though.

Parker was a nice girl who let me kiss her and keep around because I couldn't let her go.

I made a u-turn.

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Parker's POV

God, he knew. After he turned around, he kept giving me these looks that told me he knew what I wanted. Maybe he would lock me in a room and let me out when I promised I wouldn't ask any questions.

Because of that far fetched possibility, I went to the bathroom. When I got out, I couldn't find him.

After some more failed attempts to find him, I sat down on the couch. I pulled out my phone and texted my mom. I felt a frown form on my face while doing so.

P: I'll be home later today. Not sure though.

I heard a door slam. I turn around and Florencio was there, on the phone. When his eyes found mine, his lips formed a small smile.

"Possibly." He murmured, staring at me. He walked closer. "No." My heart beat started to pick up. "I don't care." He looked relaxed. "Bye." He hung up the phone and put it in his pocket. I jerked when the toes of our shoes touched.

I needed to ask him...

"Come here," he told me. His eyes focused on my eyes, then lower.

Oh, god.

I stood up shakily. I was sure he would avoid me, be rude. I was surprised when he asked me, "can I kiss you?"

I nodded before I knew what I was doing.

He leaned forward, kissing me gently. His kisses were rough and hard. However, I found this made me more breathless. His hands made up for the softness of his kiss. They gripped me hard, pressing me against his body. I slowly let my hands rest on his that were on my waist. I pressed my mouth on his harder.

He laughed.

Then he pushed me back on the couch, him on top of me. He straddled me. I let out a harsh breath when he went lower and bit my shoulder. He sat up suddenly.

"I remember the last time I was on top of you," He said lowly. My face turned red. I felt my stomach contract.

He moved on-top of me again. Burying his fingers in my hair, he moved my head in a way that had my mouth open and vulnerable to his. A moan escaped. My knees rubbed against his sides. Florencio removed one hand from my hair and grabbed my leg, pushing it off the couch so my legs were spread open. Every time I tried to pull my leg up, release some tension I was feeling, he'd hold it down.

I was panting against his lips when his hands went under my shirt. He pressed his thumbs into my hips, making me jerk them against his. I felt him through my jeans.

"F-Florencio," I whispered. I squeezed my eyes shut when he grabbed the back of my bra and pulled it down. He touched me through my bra and I desperately needed...

"Please," I whimpered, my lips against his cheek. He was kissing, sucking on my neck. It was too much.

"Please what?" He breathed, pressing his hips into mine. My fingers on his forearms tightened. He slowly slid his hands down my torso, messed with the buttons on my jeans.

I couldn't breathe and I certainly couldn't talk right now. My leg off the couch kept twitching every time he grounded his hips into mine.

I opened my eyes and found his staring at me.

I wasn't open with what I wanted and I didn't know how to be. Instead, I reached up and kissed him, pushing his hands back up my shirt.

Please, please, please.

He kissed me roughly this time, grinding his hips, his hands touching me.

"What do you want?" He asked me, his voice vibrating through me.

I whimpered helplessly. "Florencio, please, my bra." He kissed me again, sucking my bottom lip, biting it. His fingers unhooked my bra. He reached under my shirt sleeve and pulled the straps down. Then he pulled it off. I never wanted to do anything like this, with anyone. With Florencio, I wanted everything.

His hands were on my chest and I broke off our kiss, my head falling against the cushions. I bit my lip hardly, trying to suppress all the embarrassing noises I wanted to make.

His fingers circled, pinched and groped me like he did before.

Florencio suddenly grabbed me from behind and pulled me up with him so I straddled his lap.

My hands held onto his shoulders tightly. He grabbed my hips and moved them up and down, side to side, showing me what to do. I was too distracted by his mouth on my skin to feel him unbutton my pants.

"Parker," He said against my neck. I shivered. "Can I touch you?"

"W-what?" I was confused. He already was. Florencio messed with the zipper on my pants. Oh. My sudden realization caused a hot feeling to happen inside of me. I felt something slip.

I took a few deep breaths before nodding slowly. He created a burning desire in me and I wanted him to fulfill it.

He looked at me as he unzipped my jeans. I fidgeted, nervous.

I wasn't expecting him to grab the front of my panties and pull them up slightly. It created an unbearable pressure. A small sound left my mouth. Florencio groaned and pressed his lips back to mine.

His hands squeezed my hips, ass, legs. I let out a sound of surprise when his thumbs inched dangerously close to my center when he stroked my thighs.

Florencio pulled my pants down to my knees and also pushed them apart as far as I could go. My hands gripped he couch behind his head.

He murmured something against my lips before he touched me lightly through the thin fabric. I whimpered into his mouth. He could probably feel how much I wanted him.

I didn't know how to think right now, breathe, kiss. His tongue lazily slid in my mouth and his fingers pressed harder and started to move. Up and down. He pressed down and circled on a certain spot and I cried out.

Just as he was about to slip his fingers under the fabric, a shrilling noise stopped him.

A breathless, frustrated sound left me.

Florencio bit my lip hard, tugging it. It hurt. "You have to be fucking kidding me." He reached behind me and pulled my phone out of my jeans. He pressed the phone onto my chest. "Answer it." His eyes were dark. His were eyebrows furrowed, showing his obvious displeasure.

I answered it. I pushed my knees together as much as I could to try and calm myself down. "H-hi, mom." Florencio's hands grabbed my knees and pushed them apart. I fell on top of him. I clamped my mouth shut to keep in my whimper.

"Where are you? Why aren't you coming home today?" Her voice almost brought me out of my bliss. Florencio slid his hands up my hips, under my underwear.

"I-I'm just out with someone. Mom, please. I said I might not be home later." It was hard to focus on talking when Florencio kept moving under me, forcing my knees apart. I dared to look at him. He had his head back, staring at the ceiling. His lips were being bitten into by his teeth.

"Is it with that boy?" She hushed into the phone. I assumed she did this because she was at work.

Florencio let out a breathless laugh.

"Mom! I'm an adult. Trust me." I couldn't believe her. This was ridiculous.

She huffed. "Fine. I trust you. But not that boy you decide to waste your time with." She hung up.

Florencio took my phone from me and threw it on the other end of the couch. I gulped.

"Waste your time?" He asked, his voice rough and low. "Never." He leaned in and bit my chest through my shirt.

"Oh my god." Tears sprung from the corners of my eyes. My hips moved, trying to find release from the tightness I felt inside of me. Florencio stopped me, pulling my pants up, buttoned and zipped them.

Pained, I looked at him.

His grin was absolutely wicked. "Honey, lets do this later?"

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