My senses heightened and my legs tensed.

"Parker." He grabbed my hand, traced my palm.

"Yeah?" I nearly coughed. I was nervous for no reason. Nearly a week ago I had gotten on top of him and was so excited I had to hold my smile. Now? He said he wasn't mad, but he had a look in his eyes. There was also people downstairs. Florencio had

a plan.

He got up, stood in front of me. I looked up at everything but him. Should I apologize for talking to Max? No, because that was stupid.

Florencio grabbed my chin, tilted it up. He stroked my bottom lip and I unconsciously opened my mouth.

"Wanna?" He murmured.

Squirming, I crossed my ankles. "B-but there's people downstairs."

"I wouldn't have asked if it bothered me." He cocked his head to the side. "Does it bother you?"

"I don't know," I answered softly. I didn't have a real opinion on it. Was it wrong that it thrilled me? Because it was also sort of offensive. Why would I put myself in what could be an awkward situation?

He dropped my chin and I touched my burning lips.

"Max likes you."

I looked up. "What?"

"You don't see it," he stated. "The last time you saw him, he asked to talk to you."

A small smile spread on my face. "Are you jealous?"

I didn't notice the finger trialing along my shoulder until his hand was on my throat, sliding up so his thumb was under my chin, pushing my head up.

Gasping, I sat up straighter, trying not to choke. Not like he was going to do that to me. I blushed at the thought.

"I can't help it when he's trying to flirt with you."

The muscles in my face and neck relaxed. I didn't know how I'd feel if someone flirted with Florencio in front of me. "I'm yours," I told him.

He smiled and released me. He made his way to the door.

"Where are you going?" I asked, panicked. I thought we were going to...

Laughing he said, "Parker, it's okay. We don't have to do anything. I just like having you here."

I crossed arms. "I know, but I want to." I did. He put the thought in my head and now it's all I could think about.

Florencio didn't look convinced. "If you're trying to get me to stay, I don't want you to think this is the only way I will. I respect you, Parker."

My heart rate picked up at his thoughtfulness. "No, Florencio. I want you, please. I want to do whatever you want."

His hand fell from the doorknob. "Whatever I want?"

I nodded. I wanted to please him. The realization made me stutter at how willing I was, but if it was with him—I could do anything.

"I'm quite selfish, honey," he confessed quietly. "I like having my way." His eyes found mine. "You want me to have my way with you?"

I shifted, getting more intrigued by the aspect of him doing what he wanted with me. "Yes," I whispered.

He grinned slyly. "Then come over here and kiss me."

Perking up at his command, I skipped happily to him and kissed him. He made me coax him into kissing me. I ran my hands up and down his chest. I tried to bite his lip seductively. While rubbing my chest against his, I was sure I got myself more turned on than him.

He suddenly grabbed my hips, forcing me to hump where he was hard. I left his mouth, kissing and biting down his jaw and neck. Florencio made a noise when I sucked on a particular spot. He grasped my chin roughly and kissed me with such force, I didn't know how to keep up.

"I have this fantasy of you," he said roughly. "Well, I have a lot actually."

I looked up at him, dizzy. "I want to please you," I admitted. "Not because I feel like I have to. Tell me what to do, I want you to."

He pulled away from me and sat on the bed. I stood there, confused.

"Get on you knees. Here." He pointed right in front of him.

I hesitated for a second before doing what he said. I rested my hands on his knees. When he didn't move, I smiled.

"I think of you," he started, "with your mouth around me."

My hands tightened on his knees. "I-I—"

"You don't have to." He stroked my cheek. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable, Parker."

He didn't make me uncomfortable. I said I'd do whatever, and I meant it.

"Florencio," I almost whined. "Please, let me. I want to so bad." I had never done this sort of thing. I've touched him briefly before, but it wasn't for long and I had no idea what to do.

His eyes were full of desire as he kicked off his shoes. I hurriedly pushed them aside.

"Take off my pants," he told me. "Please." I leaned into the hand on my cheek and nodded.

I undid the zipper and button, slowly taking off his jeans. He lifted up slightly for me. I stared uncertainty at the... in his underwear. Blushing, I looked up at him again.

"Underwear too," he said, a small smile on his face. It reassured me it was okay to stumble.

My legs pressed together tightly to stop the ache building. I grabbed him gently, stroking up and down. He was large, smooth and hot in my hand. I thumbed the delicate vein. I watched amazed at the way his body reacted. My tongue turned against my cheek. I wanted to taste it. A sequel caught in my throat at my thoughts.

"Florencio, I've never really... please help me," I whispered.

His face was flushed, lip red from being bitten. "Oh, Parker," he sighed. "What you're doing feels great. Just faster, harder."

I nodded, doing what he said. I felt so hot at the sounds he made.

I didn't realize how much closer my face was getting until Florencio gently cupped my nape. I jerked back, surprised. My hand fell nervously in my lap.

Florencio leaned down and kissed me. "It's okay," he murmured, starting to pull away.

I grabbed his knees. "No!" Desperation surged in me. "Florencio, please. I'm asking you to—I want—what you said—"

The gentle look in his eyes changed and I shivered at the almost coldness that replaced it.

"Ask me to fuck your mouth."

I closed my eyes, breathed in. I felt like I was going to pass out. My inner thighs slipped together. I opened my eyes.

"Please fuck my mouth," I said timidly. The crude language made me feel jumpy.

He hummed, seeming disinterested in my plea. "I don't think you really want to."

My shoulders sagged. What did he want from me?

"Beg me."

My face burned, and something else.

He corrupted me, damaged me in a way so perfect—I loved it.

I raised my eyes to his. "Please." I had no other way to convince him this is what I wanted, yearned for.

"Kiss me," he commanded softly.

My eyebrows scrunched in disappointment. I reached for his face to kiss him, but he stopped me.

He laughed darkly. "My innocent, honey. Not on the mouth."

He offered his hips to me and I took gratefully. He pushed the heavy head past my lips, resting against my tongue. If he was hot in my hand, he was now lava in my mouth. Thinking that it'd feel good, I sucked.

Florencio cursed.

His nicknames, grunts, encouraging hand at the back of my head, sprouted confidence in me. I moaned around him, loving this. Tentatively I swirled my tongue.

"Fuck." Florencio grabbed my hand, put it where he couldn't fit in my mouth. I touched him there, squeezing.

Florencio twitched in my mouth. The hand on my head gripped my hair tightly.

"You gonna let me fuck your mouth how I want to?" He asked huskily.

My moan answered for him.

He shoved himself deep inside my mouth. I gagged, but Florencio kept going, using me. I remembered to close my lips around him, swallowing. His hips bucked. My nails dug into his knees so hard my fingertips hurt.

Florencio's head was thrown back, chest heaving up and down. "Just like that. Look at you. So perfect and mine."

I felt drunk, so lost in the haze of him. Suddenly, he was gone though. I found myself leaning forward to catch more. It was addicting.

"Florencio," I said, trying to continue.

He got up and pulled me with him. "If I let you keep going I was gonna come. I want to be somewhere else when that happens."

I stuttered out an okay, understanding.

"Get undressed."

Now I was nodding, taking off my clothes. My nipples felt so hard, between my legs felt so slick.

Florencio noticed this, tweaking my chest until I whimpered. He slid his tongue around my nipple, bitting. He did the same to the other.

"Get on the bed, on your back." He took a step back from me, waiting.

I did it.

Florencio took off the remainder of his clothing. Then he crawled between my legs.

"Spread your legs." He pinched my inner thigh.

I shuddered and did so.

He stared down at me, ghosting a hand so close to where I needed him.

"Show me how wet you are, honey." His voice was rough.

I was mortified that he expected me to touch myself, just in front of him like that. With that feeling, I felt a gush down there. I lowered my hand, spreading myself. I dipped my fingers inside, then pulling out to show him what he was doing to me.

"Oh my God."

Florencio grabbed my hand, sucking on my covered fingers.

"Taste so good," he rasped, finally leaning down all the way. He licked up my opening. I closed my eyes, trying not to scream. There was people—

"Oh!"

His tongue plunged in. I moved my hips with his mouth, trying to get off. My legs over his shoulders were kicking, the pleasure too much. He suckled hard on the throbbing bud, now shoving his fingers so deep in me, I screamed. The feeling in my stomach built fast and fell apart. Florencio lapped up my come, continuing to pleasure me. I felt my core pulse and release over and over in his mouth.

"Florencio!" My legs tried to close, but he kept them open for what he wanted.

He sat up, licking his lips. I felt so tired.

"Get on your stomach." He didn't wait at all for me to follow through with his command because he was grabbing me, turning me over. He hitched my knees up and I naturally supported myself with my hands so I was on all fours. "No," he growled. His hand landed on my upper back, pushing me down. He grabbed my hands stuck under my chest and placed them in front of me. I was splayed so vulnerably. He gathered my hair, pulled it to one side. I looked back at him.

"Beautiful," he told me, petting my hair.

Florencio touched all over my body. From groping my ass to dragging a finger between my legs.

Moaning, I opened my legs for him. He slapped the backs of my thighs. I gasped and closed them. Shoving my face in the covers, I groaned. He was making me wait, build up the anticipation. I wanted him now. I tried to move my hips back to feel his erection, but he spanked me this time. The heat from his hit just bled between my legs. I grew more and more wet. It should be impossible how worked up he got me.

"Florencio," I whimpered. "Fuck me." He liked it when I used such words. I knew that. He liked to see me come undone and I could give him that.

"Just because you begged so nicely," He said, briefly circling my bud.

He left the bed and I heard the sound of a condom being opened.

He was back behind me. He spread my legs. My inner thigh muscles strained at the position. Slowly, he pushed inside me. He made me take him inch my inch. He was so big, stretched me so wide and cut in me so deeply. The feeling was delicious. I felt myself contract around him. I moved back slightly, trying to get him to move.

All my efforts did was get me spanked again.

"Please!" I squealed. This time I moved my body with more purpose, trying to get him to slide in and out.

"No, honey. You'll take what I give you and you'll love it." He emphasized the last few words by thrusting in me, deep and fast. I moaned.

I gripped the bed sheets tight as his thrust became faster, pointed with more intent. His hand sneaked under me to rub the enlarged bud begging for attention. I gasped, feeling my release build. I focused on him pushing in me aggressively, his fingers, I was about to— Florencio shoved himself so deep inside me I sobbed. He stayed there. I heard him panting behind me.

"You're gonna hold it, Parker. Don't come until I say so."

"What?" I mumbled. "Why?"

He looked at me and I looked back, tears of frustration threatening to spill. It was all too good, too much for me to handle.

All while keeping eye contact, he moved again. His thrust picked up speed. The sound of our bodies took me to the edge again.

"Florencio!" My feet kicked his legs.

"No," He gasped, gripping my hips and forcing me to move with him.

I pushed down the overwhelming pleasure just for it to come back stronger. The tears finally spilled. I wanted to come so bad. The need turned into a cramping feeling.

"Please let me come," I begged, clamping around him so tight.

A sharp knock sounded at the door, stopping us both. Florencio stayed inside me.

"Parker?" I heard a voice call from outside.

I took in a few shuttering breaths, trying to figure out who was at the door. The only thing that kept me from freaking out was that the door was locked.

"Oh, um, M-Max?" I stuttered.

"Yeah, I just, I feel bad for earlier. Hey, are you okay? Did I get you in trouble or some shit?"

Florencio moved behind me and I bit my lip. He grabbed my jaw, forced my face to be towards the door.

"Say something, honey," Florencio hushed. "I don't want him to think you're in trouble." With the smirk on his face, I knew he wanted to hear me struggle.

"I'm fine!" I yelled, trying to keep my voice from wavering.

Slow, short strokes.

I pushed my face into the pillow.

"Is Florencio in there? I need to talk to him. "I don't like how he—"

"Oh my god, Max! I'm fine! Please leave me alone." I couldn't take it anymore.

He didn't say anything. Then, "alright," he said tightly. "I'll be downstairs."

Florencio waited until the footsteps were gone to start talking again.

"He's obsessed with you," he breathed, pushing back in all the way.

"Fucking obsessed." He moved faster, making my breath pick up. "But you're mine, Parker."

"Yes!" I gasped. "Yours!" I whimpered, trying not to falter.

Florencio leaned forward, grabbing my arms and locking them behind my back. The other hand slid up my back, holding my neck down. He started to slam into me. His thrust became erratic.

"Please!" I mewled. Florencio kept going. My hips wriggled around, unable to stay still like he wanted me to. I couldn't do it anymore. "Florencio!"

He practically growled behind me. "Come, honey."

I screamed, letting go. My muscles quaked and quivered. I closed my eyes, trying to ease the overwhelming nerves in my body.

Florencio shuddered behind me, continuing to ram into me. I moaned, finishing again unexpectedly with him.

After he caught his breath, he slid out of me and got up, disposing the condom.

I slumped on the bed, absolutely exhausted. I brought my arms to my front, whining at the soreness.

Florencio laid down next to me. I curled up next to him, wanting to be held. He pulled my head on his chest and eventually our bodies came down from the high together.

-

The next day Florencio dropped me off at home. I immediately missed him. My mom distracted me from my feelings by overloading me with her wedding progress.

Seating arrangements for 104 people, what the hell?, my mom picked out a long baby blue silk dress, the salmon in the menu was changed to pasta, the theme was new beginnings, I was now going to wear a white slip, and the wedding was in two months.

Holy crap.

"Wow," I laughed awkwardly, reading the list. "It's been two days. How did you do all this?"

My mom stood up from the dining table. "I've just been thinking. When you get married you'll go through the same thing."

I nodded sharply. "You're right." Married? Me? Yeah, right. I couldn't see myself pregnant, marriage wasn't even in realm of possibilities for me. It was too much of a commitment. What if my spouse left me? A sharp pinch was delivered to my hand. It was then I noticed I was biting my nails. Yes I dreamt about marriage but what if I sucked at it?

The look on moms face wasn't happy. "Will you stop that? You could have such pretty nails."

I ignored her and read the rest of the list.

"I have to give a speech?" I shook my head. "I-I can't do that."

"Why?" The genuine curiosity on her face made me groan.

Because I have nothing to say.

"I have stage fright," I made up. "What if I mess up?"

She patted my shoulder. "You won't. I think so anyways. You've always been good with words."

I knew it was because we didn't know each other well, but I was sure everyone knew I wasn't good at talking. Florencio told me himself, Gina did most of the talking in our relationship... I was just going to embarrass myself.

"Okay. I'll try. Don't expect Shakespeare."

"Parker," she warned, eyes narrowing.

I gave a small smile. "It'll be a good day, don't worry."

Later that night, Florencio reminded me of the "party" he was going. He told me he would be busy. I sighed, laying my head down on my pillow. I couldn't expect him to be perfect... I just hoped he would be good tonight. I had a horrible feeling in my stomach. I tired to push it away. Florencio always did dangerous things and I knew he'd be okay. Right now? I felt different. The anxiety in my chest didn't rest even when I fell asleep.

At two am my phone was blowing up.

"Hello?" I answered groggily. I didn't have the number saved as a contact. Suddenly the horrid feeling returned.

"Parker? It's Sam. Sorry, did I wake you?" Loud music and yelling was in the background.

"Yes, you did." My eyes closed then shot open. "How did you get my number?"

"Florencio of course."

"Okay," I said skeptically. "Why are you calling me?"

"I called to ask if you wanted to come to the party."

"What?" I took a deep breath. "No. I don't want to go." Florencio asked me not to. Also, it was weird Sam was asking me to come. It was even weirder he probably didn't ask Florencio for my number. Florencio would call me himself. He wouldn't make Sam do anything that involved me. "Wait, where's Florencio? Put him on the phone."

"He... he's unavailable."

"Sam, that's not enough for me. Where is Florencio?" I sat up, fully awake now.

"God, fuck!" He suddenly yelled. I held my breath. "Stop asking so many questions. Just—get ready. Please. I'll be there in about an hour. Can you be ready? No, nevermind. You will be."

I broke out of my scared state. "No. What the hell is happening? Don't tell me what to do." I didn't know Sam, but I knew he was a nice person. Right now he wasn't acting like that.

I heard a thump and Sam grunted. Some low murmurs. "Parker. I don't care what you think. I'll be there soon. Be ready." His voice was scary. He hung up before I could say anything else.

I sat conflicted for thirty minutes. Where was Florencio? I tried to call him and it went to voice mail.

"Please pick up," I begged into the phone, getting up and starting to get dressed. I slipped on jeans and a sweatshirt. I tried to call again. "Oh, you idiot." If Florencio was in trouble... I would help.

When I got the message Sam was here, I left as quietly as I could. I got into the car and I noticed it as Florencio's.