DAKOTA

(this chapter contains mature content)

"Are you sure you don't want to tell me?" Parker gives me the puppy dog eyes over facetime.

"Park," I can't wipe the smile off of my face, "I am one hundred percent sure I do not want to tell you about my costume."

This has been the entirety of our conversations for the past forty-eight hours. The second I found out how much Parker actually loves marvel, I knew I wanted to be Black Widow for Halloween tomorrow. Plus, I've always wanted to see what I looked like as a redhead so it's a win-win. Not that I'm going permanent, that'd be terrifying, but Ellie found me color that washes out in less than a week.

"Fine, don't tell me, but have fun making your own drinks tomorrow." He gives me a smug look, thinking he's won.

"Then have fun not being allowed to touch me all night." Two can play this game.

The smugness is wiped off his face immediately, and he quickly sits up. "I take it back, I'll make you as many drinks as you want, scouts honor."

My eyes well up with tears I'm laughing so hard, "I'll believe it when I see it. Goodnight, Parker."

"Is it a sexy cheerleader costume?" He asks for the tenth time.

"Parker!"

"I had to, I'm sorry," his smiling face lights up my phone. "Goodnight, love."

Butterflies erupt in my stomach as I end the call. I've had guys use that nickname before, but it's never had an effect on me until Parker. Scratch that, nobody has had this kind of effect on me in general until Parker.

He's the kind of boy you only read about. Kind, funny, and respectful. Not only is he respectful of me as a person, but also of my time. There's been a few instances now where Parker will as me to hang out, but I need to study, so he'll come over and just sit with me. He doesn't talk, he just sits quietly while I work, as if being in my presence is all he needs.

But if this boy waits much longer to make it official, I'm just gonna do it my damn self.

~

"Holy shit. Parker is going to drop fucking dead," Ellie nods her head in approval, standing behind me in the mirror.

I can't lie, I feel hot. My usually long brown hair is now tinted red, the latex catsuit is squeezing me in all the right places, and my black boot heels make my legs look long and lean. After the way Parker zoned in on my covered chest earlier this week, I didn't zip up the suit all the way, allowing my push-up to really show the girls off.

Ellie has gone full cowgirl for the night, and she even bought hot pink boots for the occasion. Normally, we do matching costumes, but she watched The Longest Ride last month and Scott Eastwood swayed her in another direction.

We take a few pictures while waiting for our Uber, and I'm practically sprinting out the door once it arrives.

~

"No fucking way," Brooks is the first to see us arrive, and his eyes widen when he takes in our outfits. "You both look hot as shit," he grabs our arms and pulls us through the crowd. "The boys are in the kitchen, and I want to see Parker's reaction to this," he yells back at us.

"Cadell, I've got a present," Brooks announces as we enter the room.

Parker looks up from the drink in his hand, eyes meeting mine for only a second before they slowly travel the length of my body as I walk to him. I can't judge though, because this is the first time I've seen him without a shirt, and damn am I enjoying staring at his six-pack. I just wish he'd take the jacket off so I could see the ink on his arm I like so much.

He's just staring at me, mouth gaping like a fish out of water. Once I reach him, I rest my hands on his bare stomach, fingers lightly tracing the lines there. "I'm glad you decided on the jacket," I smile brightly up at him.

Once Parker registers that I'm touching him, Parker's hands go to my waist and he slams his mouth onto mine. I barely have the chance to respond to the kiss before he pulls away. "This is a dream, I'm dreaming, right?" Those green eyes bore into mine.

I push his jacket open, grabbing onto and lightly snapping his suspenders. "Not a dream, Coach," I smirk. "Now where's my drink?"

His hands quickly release me, fumbling for the drink on the counter. "Whiskey sour, extra whiskey, just how you like it."

I take the drink, chugging it quickly before turning to the rest of the group, "who wants to dance?"

Ellie cheers, grabbing Connor and Brooks before heading towards the living room. I feel Parker's hands rest on my hips, squeezing hard as he guides me forward, muttering a "fucking hell."

I waste no time, turning to Parker and placing my hands on his bare chest. He gives me a knowing grin, letting his hands move down until they rest comfortably on my ass, lightly squeezing every once in a while.

"I'm never letting you take this off, love." He smiles, eyes trailing down to my chest.

"What if I let you take it off?" I bite my lip, looking straight into his widening eyes.

"Jesus Christ, Dakota." I'm quickly flipped around, his strong hands pushing my ass firmly against his growing bulge as he moves our bodies together for the next few songs.

I bring my hands up to the back of his neck, keeping myself steady as he starts lightly kissing and sucking my exposed neck. Normally, I hate hickies, but I wouldn't mind if Parker gave me a few. I open my eyes for a moment and see Ellie making a blowjob motion with her hand while pointing at me.

I laugh lightly and wink at her before turning back to Parker and lifting my lips to his. Wanting to tease him, I bite his bottom lip, sucking it lightly as I pull away. I keep my eyes on his green ones as I drag my hands down his exposed chest, letting my fingertips settle in the waistband of his pants.

His head drops to my shoulder, letting out a puff of air. "You're gonna turn my semi into a hard-on in about five seconds," he groans.

I put my lips to the side of his head, speaking softly. "That's the goal," I kiss the spot right under his ear and he lets out a low groan.

His hands drop lower, palming my ass again. "Do you think it's too early to sneak out of my own party?" His voice is half serious, half humorous.

I kiss him again, "hell no. Grab your keys, I'm going to tell Ellie we're going so she'll stay here longer." The words barely finish leaving my mouth before Parker is taking the stairs two at a time to his room.

I rush to find Ellie, who is playing beer pong with Brooks. "El!"

She turns to me confused, "where's Parker?"

I lower my voice, not wanting Brooks to overhear, "he's getting his keys. We're going back to the apartment."

"Okay," she says simply before her eyes suddenly widen. "Oh shit! Fuck yes, Kota!"

Brooks turns to us, "fuck yes, what?"

Ellie and I glance over at eachother, waiting for the other to speak.

"Fuck yes, she's going to make you a birthday breakfast cake this week!" Ellie says enthusiastically.

"Oh, then fuck yes! I've always wanted to have a birthday cake for breakfast!" He wraps me up in a bear hug, aggressively kissing my cheek.

I just smile at him, I guess I'm baking him a breakfast cake. Thanks, Ellie.

~

Ten minutes later, Parker and I are almost at my apartment. Neither of us speaks, the anticipation too high, so he just keeps a firm hand wrapped around the inside of my thigh, squeezing every so often.

He helps me out of the car, apparently needing a hand on my ass to do so, and holds me tightly to his front as we walk upstairs. I fumble with my key once we reach the door, thanks to the lips attached to my neck. Parker takes it from me, unlocking and opening the door with ease.

The second we're inside, my back is pushed up against the door as Parker attacks my mouth with his own. He takes full control, tongue darting into my mouth, tangling itself with mine. One of his hands grips the back of my head, lightly pulling my hair and drawing a loan moan out of my throat.

Parker grunts in response, hands dropping to the back of my legs. "Jump," he demands, and I don't hesitate to wrap my legs around his torso. He pushes me against the door harder, our centers pressed tightly against eachother, allowing us to feel the other's needs.

"Bedroom," my words come out quiet, but Parker must hear because he quickly turns us and starts walking, never pulling his mouth from mine as he kicks his shoes off. He tries to lay me on the bed, but I push him away, shaking my head. "No, you."

His eyes widen, "Dakota, you don't have-"

"Park, sit down, and shut up," I lightly laugh, kissing him again.

He sits on the very edge, and I stand, looking down at him. My hands find the fabric on his shoulders, and I push it off slowly, my eyes memorizing every ridge on his stomach. I drop to my knees, kissing my way from his neck to the top of his waistband. My fingers find his zipper as I look up, silently asking permission.

He nods aggressively, his eyes full of lust. I waste no time, pulling off his pants, palming him for a moment over his boxers. His head falls back, a throaty moan filling the room. I smirk, loving the effect I have on him, before ridding him of the extra fabric.

I freeze. I knew Parker would be big, but holy shit. There's no possible way his cock will ever fill comfortably inside of me. I don't realize how long I've been staring until I hear Parker chuckle from above me.

"Everything okay?" He softly questions. I don't respond, wrapping a hand around the base of his cock and placing a soft kiss on the tip. "Fuck, Dakota. Please," his voice is desperate, one hand bracing himself on the bed while the other gathers my messy hair.

I slowly lick my way up from its base, wrapping my lips around the head once I get to the top. I start bobbing my head, twirling my tongue around his tip every time I come up. One hand holds onto his thigh while the other starts gently massaging his balls.

When his hips buck, causing him to hit the back of my throat, I let out a deep moan that sends vibrations to his cock. "Do it again," he demands, lifting his hips and pushing my head down. I continue to suck, occasionally lightly grazing my teeth against his thick shaft, until he eventually starts attempting to tug my head up.

"I'm close," his voice is rough. Instead of stopping, I suck harder, applying more pressure to his balls until I feel his cock twitch and warm liquid hit my throat. I swallow it quickly as I continue bobbing my head, drawing every last bit of release out of him as my eyes stay locked onto his.

I slowly pull back, but Parker is quick to stand and push me flat onto the bed. His hand grips my jaw roughly, "open." I oblige, parting my lips as he checks to make sure I swallowed all of him. "Good girl," he whispers before his lips hit mine and his tongue thrusts into my mouth, tasting any remnants of his release left behind.

"You look like every wet dream I've ever had, but this suit may need to come off." He toys with the zipper between my breasts, "thoughts?" His green eyes bore into mine.

"Off," I breathe out. Never did I imagine that Parker would be so controlling in the bedroom, but if anything it's only turning me on more. He unzips me, but the fabric doesn't move from my skin, stuck on it by my sweat. I lightly laugh at his frustration, pushing him off and standing while I wrestle my body out of the suit, leaving me in my black lace thong and matching push-up bra.

Parker's head rolls back, "holy fucking shit." He stands, moving towards me slowly as his eyes drink in my frame. His hands hit my hips, toying with the fabric there before moving up and cupping my breasts. His dead dips down to my neck, sucking, as his thumbs start running over my nipples.

"Love?"

"Yeah?" My voice is barely audible, my head too caught up in the waves of pleasure shooting through my body.

"Sit down and shut up," he steals my earlier words, pushing me onto the bed.

I lightly giggle, scooting myself closer to the headboard. He stares at me intensely as I bend my knees, parting my legs so he can see the wetness seeping through my thong. Parker pauses for a second, before launching his body between my thighs, mouth firmly attaching itself to my covered breast as his hands wrap around my back to remove my bra. Once my firm nipples are in his view, Parker runs his tongue against the peaks before placing light kisses on each.

The sensation causes my hips to rise, the lace of my underwear rubbing against his already hard cock. I let out a loud moan, repeating the motion, trying to cause enough friction to ease my throbbing center. Parker groans while continuing to suck and play with my breasts before his mouth starts working its way down my body.

His fingers rest under the waistband of my thong as he looks up at me, licking his lips. "Yes or no, love?"

"Yes, please," I croak out, hands gripping onto his hair as if it's my lifeline.

Parker wraps his fingers around my panties before tearing them straight in half. His hot breath hits my center a few times before his tongue shoots out and licks my slit. I let out a long sigh, unable to tear my eyes away from the view of Parker's head nestled between my legs.

His eyes flit up to mine one last time, looking for any signs of uncertainty. He must be satisfied though, as he wraps his arms around my upper thighs, hands holding my hips in place as he spits directly onto my clit. He smirks one last time before his mouth attaches itself to my center, sucking hard while flicking my bud with his tongue.

The pressure in my stomach builds up in record time, and my grip on his hair tightens as my hips writhe under his hold. He sucks my clit hard, and I feel myself explode, vision going white as I scream his name. Parker only continues, removing a hand from my hips and shoving two fingers inside of me without warning, not stopping until I come for a second, then a third time.

After I finally come down from my high, Parker makes his way back up my body, licking his fingers before holding them out to me. "Open," my mouth parts immediately, taking his wet fingers into my mouth and sucking the remnants of myself off of him.

Once satisfied, he removes his fingers and lays his bare body on top of mine, harshly pressing his lips to mine. "Wear it again for my birthday?" His voice is soft and pleading, a complete 180 from a few seconds ago.

I laugh lightly, running my fingers through his hair as he eventually nestles his head in my chest. "Anything you want," my words are so quiet, I'm not even sure he's heard me until I feel him smile against my skin.

~

We lay together for a few minutes before I push Parker off so I can go to the bathroom. On the way back to the bed, I stop by my dresser and grab one of Connor's t-shirts, pulling it on as I lay back down.

Parker's arm reaches out, pulling my back to his chest, as he lifts his head to study the material on my body. "Is this yours?"

"Connor's, he leaves some stuff here just in case he ever needs it," I yawn.

Parker's hands start pulling at the material, trying to bring it over my head. "What are you doing?" I laugh at his actions.

"I just gave you three orgasms, and you put on my roommate's shirt after? Over my dead body," he finished wrestling the shirt off, laughing as he launches it across the room. He looks back to my once again naked body, "much better."

A comfortable silence falls over us, and all that can be heard is our soft breathing as my fingers lightly trace his tattooed arm, more content than I've been in a while.