Sweet on Wilde

by Fabiola Francisco

  His hands hold my hips down from bucking uncontrollably, his tongue fucks me and his lips suck on my clit. Sweat dampening on my skin, there’s nothing that can put out this fire except a mind-blowing orgasm, and I’m already on my way there. Parker’s mouth continues to tease and pleasure me, my moans growing louder as I tug his hair.

  No words are spoken between us; our bodies are the ones expressing themselves. When his hands reach under me and lift my hips, I know. I know that I’m going to free-fall into oblivion. Parker’s tongue gets deeper access into my core, moving in and out of me and sucking and licking my clit in between. The combination of these sensations, his hands squeezing my ass like he’s the one that can’t contain himself any longer, and fire burning within send me spiraling out of control, my orgasm washing over me as I let go and let my body find its heavenly release.

  After a few seconds, Parker kisses the skin right above my sex, working his way up with kisses on my hips, my waist, passing his tongue over my erect nipples, up to my neck until he reaches my lips.

  With a soft kiss, he says, “You look gorgeous when you’re coming undone.” Still coming down from my high, I look at him silently, and then crush my lips on his.

  Kissing him with desperation, I reach for his shirt and take it off. I undo his jeans, ripping them down from his body along with his boxers. His cock springs free and I wrap my hand around it as we continue to kiss. Parker lets out a hiss as I begin to move my hand up and down his length. Feeling him growing around my hand spikes my already burning passion.

  “Savannah…” I ignore him and continue to move my hand, my tongue tracing the inside of his lips. “Savannah…” Parker says more firmly.

  “Hmmm…” I don’t stop what I’m doing, loving the feel of him and his reaction to me.

  “You need to stop or this will end right now.” I laugh quietly and open my eyes to look at him. “I would rather be inside you than come on your hand.”

  “Hmmm… Yeah…” He chuckles and shifts his body to reach for a condom.

  He places himself over me, lingering at my entrance and staring down at me. “You’re just…This is perfect…” He kisses me roughly, his stubble continuing to scratch my cheeks as he pours everything he doesn’t say into this kiss.

  He enters me tantalizingly slow. I feel every part of him rubbing inside of my walls and I clench at the feel. The slowness allows me to enjoy the sensations spiking against my sensitive muscles and Parker hisses.

  “You drive me the good kinda crazy,” he whispers, kissing me softly to match the movements of our cores meeting.

  Lips tasting, hands touching and bodies meeting intimately, we lose ourselves in each other. Beads of sweat form on Parker’s chest, matching the heat in mine. Our movements change from slow and deliberate, to fast and wild, both of us chasing our release but wanting the other to find it as well.

  Parker continues to hit the perfect spot, rubbing against that tender area inside me, as my walls clench around his hard length. After a few more thrusts, I find my release, calling out his name as my nails pierce the skin on his back. Parker finds his own release right after, chasing mine and dragging it out. Already sensitive from his attack with his mouth on my pussy, the feel of him pulsing inside me as my walls pulse around him create an intense orgasm.

  We both catch our breath and Parker drops his body over mine, careful not to crush me with his weight. Still inside me, the intimacy of the moment doesn’t go unnoticed.

  “That was…” I begin, at a loss for words.

  “I know.” Parker cups my cheek and kisses my forehead. “I’ll be right back.” He goes to the bathroom to discard the condom and returns quickly. Although it’s a Sunday afternoon, he lays in bed holding me, his hands caressing my hair and back.

  “I probably should have told you before about my dating history. I’m sorry I just didn’t think about it.”

  “We both have pasts.”

  “Oh yeah? What’s yours?” His voice is teasing but I hear the curiosity behind it.

  “Not as exciting as yours. I already told you, I have had bad luck picking the right guys.”

  “Mine isn’t exciting, Savannah.” When I don’t look at him, he grabs my chin and makes me stare into his eyes. “It is what it is, but I wouldn’t call it exciting, trust me. It isn’t easy realizing you’re being used for your career choice or social status. Love doesn’t work that way.”

  I nod in agreement. He’s right. Love doesn’t end if a person changes careers or gets an injury out of his control, ending his dreams. True love stays by your side to comfort you, especially during a time of need. I can imagine Parker suffered enough learning his baseball career as a player was over, let alone realizing that his girlfriend was with him for all the wrong reasons.

  “Well, I guess it was better that it happened before it became more serious.”

  “Yes. I would have never moved here and met you.”

  “I’m pretty sure you can’t compare what we have after knowing each other a few weeks to a two year relationship.” I give him a don’t bullshit me stare.

  He laughs at my expression and kisses me. “No, but I’ve been more myself in the short time I’ve known you than I was in that relationship. That speaks volumes. I wouldn’t trade this for that under any circumstance.”

  “Good answer,” I smile and kiss his cheek. Parker holds on to me for a long time and we talk about the team, his thoughts on meeting Emily and Wes. We both agree Wes seems like a nice guy. I mention how he won over my grandma and that she wants us to go over for dinner one evening.

  “I’d love to. Caroline is a hoot. I want to learn more about you and where you come from.” I smile sadly because she’s the only real connection to a family I have, but I’m glad she’s still around to meet Parker. “Don’t forget about the Halloween party this weekend.”

  “Not forgotten. I already ordered my costume.” I think back at the costume I ordered last week and smile.

  “Really? What is it?”

  “Nope. You’ll have to wait and see for yourself.”

  “So I don’t get private modeling beforehand?”

  I shake my head and laugh. “You’ll have to wait until the night of the party.”

  “Is it a sexy nurse? No…an angel?” I shake my head, laughing harder. It’s cute hearing him come up with cheesy costume ideas.

  “Okay…a French maid?”

  “No! I’m not that predictable. Besides, your coworker is hosting the party. I am not going to show up in some skimpy costume.”

  “No?” He pouts and looks adorable. I smack his chest playfully.

  “No! But I do think you’ll enjoy the costume.”

  “You’ve really put thought into this, haven’t you?”

  “Yes! Halloween is my favorite holiday!”

  “I hadn’t realized Halloween was a holiday.”

  “It is for me. I love dressing up and decorating for the occasion. Wait until you see the bakery next week!”

  “For some reason that doesn’t surprise me.”

  I laugh at his honest reaction and cuddle into him. This feels right. Being in his arms feels right.

  I’m dancing around my house as the music blasts from my laptop. The red halter-top bathing suit fits perfectly and the sweetheart shape accentuates my chest perfectly. I’m singing along as I pull my hair into a high ponytail and add the red bow to the top of it. I leave my makeup to a minimum with a little mascara to stay true to the costume but I do add bright red lipstick. I pull on the short, red track shorts that I bought, not wanting to be wearing just a bathing suit in front of Parker’s coworkers but not wanting to take away from the costume. The whistle around my neck moves with my body as I dance around my house.

  The doorbell startles me and I giggle as I go to open the door. I make sure to put on the white, winged sunglasses right before I’m ready to face Parker and see what costume he put together for the evening. I open the door and we stare at each other for a second. Parker wear
s a white t-shirt tucked into his jeans. His short sleeve button down shirt is opened, with the sleeves rolled up. The Dodgers cap sits low on his head, casting a shadow over his eyes.

  “Holy shit! It’s my childhood fantasy in the flesh.” His eyes roam over my body, from the red bow adorning my ponytail to the white Keds on my feet, stopping at my breasts and lingering on my legs. “We may just need to skip the party,” he lunges towards me, enveloping my body and kissing me roughly.

  I giggle and push him away. “You’re going to ruin my lipstick.”

  “Wendy Peffercorn…” He shakes his head. “You look amazing.”

  “You don’t look too bad yourself, Benny.” I wink and kiss his cheek. “You know…Squints is the one that ends up with the girl.”

  “Fuck that. I’m your first baseball crush. In my story, Benny gets the girl.”

  “That you are.” I kiss him careful not to ruin my lipstick and he hisses between his teeth.

  “Fine, but let me at least admire you before I take you out for everyone to see.” He looks at me appreciatively, taking in every detail of the costume.

  “Benny was my first baseball crush, but I think I’ll stick to my current one.”

  “Good!” His smile catches my breath.

  “By the way, Benny wore black PF Flyers not Chucks,” I tease him with a disapproving look above my sunglasses.

  “Really? I don’t think Benny could kiss you like this.” He leans me back, taking my mouth and tantalizing me with his tongue. “I can make you forget about the shoes.” The promise in his voice is evident and it makes me squirm. I know he can.

  Nerves spike in my body as we approach the party. I’m going to meet Parker’s coworkers and that is intimidating. These are the people that he spends his days with, his supervisors and peers. Maybe I should have worn a more conservative costume. Hopefully they’ll find humor and like the baseball theme.

  Parker drives up the driveway that leads to a beautiful two-story home. He stops his car next to a row of other cars, and I’m surprised at how many people are at this party. He jumps out of his car and comes around to open my door.

  No one answers the door when Parker rings the doorbell, but we hear music coming from inside the house and he shrugs at me. Turning the knob, the door opens into a full-blown Halloween party. The decorations outside were left to a minimum, because they clearly put all their effort into the inside of the house. If I thought I went all out with my decorating, these people had me beat hands down. Smoke from a fog machine fills the air, and spider webs hang from the corners of the room with fake spiders placed on them. The lights are dim, creating a spooky feel. Make shift ghosts hang from the ceiling and strobe lights blast all around the room.

  “Wilde! You made it!” A gentleman probably in his 50s pats Parker’s back and smiles at him. “Who is this?”

  “This is Savannah. Savannah, this is Tim, our head coach.”

  “It’s nice to meet you.” I shake Tim’s hand and smile.

  “The pleasure is all mine. Love the costume. Wilde, you do know that Squints is the one that ends up with the lifeguard right?” He laughs and I join him. I like this guy already.

  “That’s what I told him,” I shrug, amused at Tim’s good nature.

  “Let’s get the two of you something to drink. The rest of the guys are around here somewhere.” Tim leads us to the drinks’ table and I take in my surroundings. There are a lot of people here.

  The drinks’ table holds a potion bowl with foam bubbling over the top. I hope that’s not a drink.

  “What would you like? That’s some kind of punch my wife did. Don’t let it turn you off, it is just dry ice for the effect. It won’t burn your insides or anything. The dry ice is placed separately.”

  “Okay, thanks.”

  “Sweetie…” A woman interjects. “Oh, sorry!”

  “Parker, this is my wife, Laura. This is his girlfriend, Savannah. Parker is the new assistant coach I told you about,” he tells his wife.

  “Oh, yes. It’s so nice to meet you!” She shakes both of our hands and smiles warmly. They’re dressed like the parents from the Adam’s Family. I’m drawing a blank on their names now, but their costumes are perfect.

  “It’s nice to meet you, too,” Parker responds and smiles. We get drinks and talk a bit with Tim and Laura. I tell them about the bakery and growing up in Tuscaloosa. They’re both natives of the city, and Laura mentioned that she has gone to Sweet Delights on a few occasions. After a little while, they go mingle with other guests and Parker and I walk around. He says hi to a few of his other coworkers and introduces me to them.

  We’re dancing to a fast paced song and Parker is spinning me and pulling me close to him. Someone calls his name and catches his attention. I stifle my laugh when I see this person’s costume.

  “Wilde, good to see you.”

  “Hey, Mase. What’s up?” Parker obviously does not think it’s amusing that this guy is dressed like Squints. “This is my girlfriend, Savannah. Savannah, this is Mase. He’s the batting coach.”

  “Nice to meet you, Savannah.” He reaches his hand out and I shake it. He’s young like Parker and good-looking too. What is it with these baseball players?

  “Nice to meet you, too.”

  He laughs and adds, “I can’t help but notice your costume choice. Wilde, isn’t Wendy supposed to be with Squints.”

  “Yeah, yeah…Laugh it off. She already told me that, but her childhood crush was Benny. I couldn’t let her down.”

  “That’s true.” I lean into Parker and smile up at him. We talk with Mase a few more minutes before he disappears somewhere and Parker and I are left alone to keep dancing.

  A little while later, we grab another round of drinks to cool down and chat with some of Parker’s coworkers. Everyone is really welcoming and at no point do I feel awkward being here. I join in on the conversations and Parker also makes it a point to include me. I also meet some of the wives and girlfriends. They’re all really nice and a few recognize me from the bakery. It’s nice to meet new people.

  Everyone from the team came to the party so I met the coaches as well as the athletic directors. Even a few coaches from other sports are here and it’s been fun to see this side of Parker. You would never guess that Parker has been a part of the University for a short time and his charismatic personality shines. He seems comfortable around this group of people and it makes me smile.

  Quite a few drinks later and a few hours of dancing, we leave the party exhausted but happy. “You are amazing,” Parker says in awe.

  “Back atcha!” I lean my head against the headrest and turn to look at Parker. He’s smiling and glances my way before looking at the road. I feel my eyes beginning to close as I stare at Parker’s perfect profile.

  I stir in my sleep. “Keep sleeping, baby.” Parker’s voice is faint and I cuddle into his chest. His arms wrap around my body and I realize he must be carrying me. We enter my house and he keeps walking. I open my eyes to look up at him. I yawn and stretch as much as I can.

  “I’ll take you to bed, close your eyes.” He kisses my eye lids and I moan.

  “Are you kidding me? And miss spending a night full of hot, wild sex with Benny ‘The Jet’ Rodriguez?” I mumble.

  Parker’s chest shakes against my body and I laugh with him. “I’ll dress up another night to fulfill your fantasy.”

  “No way!” I’m more awake now. “You really want to miss out on a night with Wendy Peffercorn? It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity before she runs back to Squints.”

  “You’re not running off with anyone else but me.” He kisses me chastely and lays me down in bed. I pout. “Adorable. Come here.” I move over to him and kneel on the bed, looking up at him.

  I run my hands over his shirt, feeling his stomach and purposely passing them over his chest. “How can I resist you?”

  “Don’t.” I grab his lower lip between my teeth and bring his body down on mine. Parker groans and lets himself fall
on top of me. I run my tongue along his lip before thrusting into his mouth and kissing him with all I have. I arch my body up to his, wanting to feel all of him on me. I push his shirt off and untuck the white tee from his jeans. Parker tears my shorts from my body, running his hands up the side of my body and over my nipples.

  I reach up and kiss Parker’s neck, running my tongue down his neck to where his t-shirt starts at the base of his throat. I peel it off him and continue to kiss down his sensitive skin. I turn him onto his back, licking and nibbling down his chest and kissing through the light dusting of hair there before moving down his stomach and running my tongue through the indentation of his abs. Parker’s stomach contracts at the contact and I smile, peeking up at him. He is staring at me intently, waiting for my next move.

  I reach the waistband of his jeans and mischievously smile up at him. I slowly run my tongue along the skin there, sneaking a quick lick inside the band and Parker inhales sharply. I kneel and remove his jeans without breaking eye contact, pulling them down along with his boxer briefs, leaving him exposed to me.

  I smile and lick my lips before biting down playfully. Parker is serious and I laugh at his expression. I lean over and place a quick kiss on his lips before moving back down. I reach for his hard length and begin stroking with my hand, observing his reaction. His eyes close momentarily and when they reopen, they are molten. My breath catches at the heat in them, but I regain my composure and focus on pleasing him.

  His cock is glistening and I lick the tip of it before licking down his shaft. Parker leans back on the bed, a loud growl escapes his lips, and I wrap my lips around his dick, moving up and down his length. His head moves back up, watching me take all of him in my mouth as pleasure rips through him. We maintain eye contact, adding intimacy to this moment, and his hands wrap around my ponytail.