Sweet on Wilde

by Fabiola Francisco

  Having better access to my most intimate part, Parker mercilessly licks his way up and down, in and out of me, lapping my wetness and bringing me to the brink of oblivion. Everything else ceases to exist. The past six weeks disappearing from my mind, just he and I in this moment. I realize now that no matter the distance, he really missed me as much as I did him.

  Sweat dampens my body and his groans do me in. Hearing how this affects him, the waves crash into me, my body trembling as my orgasm takes over, and I ride it out, yelling out incomprehensible words and thrusting my hips into his mouth, wanting him to continue fucking me with his tongue.

  Without as much as a warning, Parker’s lips are on mine and his sweatpants are ripped off. He thrusts into me, catching me by surprise. His cock moves inside me hard and fast, hitting every spot until it rubs against that one ultra sensitive part deep inside me.

  I move my hips with his, meeting his thrusts and chasing our orgasm together. I tighten my walls around him, squeezing his length, pleasing him the same way he’s doing me. His movements grow faster, more deliberate, and I rock into him, wrapping my legs around his backside.

  His hand reaches down to my clit and rubs circles over it, intensifying the feeling and I crumble around him, pulsing around his cock. He follows a few seconds after, stilling inside of me and riding the waves of my climax with his own, extending both of our pleasures.

  He slumps over me, our sweaty bodies stuck to each other, and I run my hand down his back, kissing his cheek.

  He pulls out of me slowly and settles on the bed next to me, our post-orgasmic bodies in paradise. I love the feel of his arms around me, holding me close and keeping me warm. I cradle his face in my hands and look into his sexy cobalt blue eyes.

  “Parker Wilde, as happy as I am that you have found your dream job, I missed you like crazy and am happier that you’re back home.”

  “I am, too. You totally beat the sweaty players I had to deal with all day.”

  “Hmmm…” I shimmy closer to him, placing my head in the crook of his neck and close my eyes. “Do you work tomorrow?”

  “No.” Parker kisses the top of my head. “I’m all yours.”

  “Forever,” I whisper, sleep drawing me in, and I let it take over. With Parker in my arms, I can sleep peacefully.

  “This is delicious,” Parker smiles at me, licking his fingers clean and tantalizing me in the process.

  “I’m glad you liked it.” We finished lunch, sitting on the floor of his living room, using the coffee table as our dining table, and had moved on to dessert.

  After a very enticing wake-up call, I made coffee and started working on the new recipe. Following the process of making them, I prepared lunch. Parker offered to help, but I’m sure it was just to have an excuse to touch me. His light teasing touches were drawing me in, feeling like crawling on the floor of the kitchen and having my way with him, again.

  His “clumsiness” had caused a little bit of brownie mix to land on my neck, which he eagerly licked off my skin. Then, a bit of the hot sauce I was using to prepare the tacos we had for lunch ended up on the inside of my wrist; once again, his tongue doing the favor of cleaning me up. After the third time, I smudge left over cookie dough on his lips and licked them, tasting the combination of the sweet cookie and his unique flavor.

  I almost burned our food, but the orgasm we both had was worth it.

  “It tasted better on you,” he winks and leans his back against the bottom of the couch. I scoot closer to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and placing my head on his chest. We stay like this for some time. Our breathing is peaceful and despite how hard it was being apart and my frustration when he pulled away, or didn’t make time to talk and work on our relationship, I know this is where we both belong; with each other.

  Parker’s arm is around me as he brushes soft strokes along my shoulder, showing his caring nature and love. I sigh into him and take in the moment.

  “Opening day is on Monday.”

  “I know.” I give his neck a quick peck. “I’ll be there cheering you on from the stands.” His arm tightens around me and I know he is still feeling guilty and wondering if I’ll leave him to return to my simple life in a bakery I adore surrounded by family and friends.

  I move back a fraction and gaze up at him. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Em and Wes got tickets.” I smile up at him. “I think Wes is stoked about knowing the Braves’ pitching coach.”

  Parker’s body shakes against mine as he laughs, further relaxing next to me. “I’ll win some points by introducing him to the guys.” I roll my eyes and lay my head back down on his chest, his even breathing making me smile.

  “What do you want to do for the rest of the day?”

  “Wanna make a drive to Roswell? We won’t be able to get into the bakery but you can peek through the window. Check out the area?”

  “Hell, yeah.” We get up and change into decent clothing before heading out to Roswell.

  “You should lease it.” Parker looks back at me after glancing through the glass windows that frame the storefront. He then looked in through each window at different angles, squinting his eyes and cupping them with his hands to avoid the glare of the afternoon sun.

  “You haven’t even seen the inside?”

  “I love the area. It’s safe and it has business.” I look around and notice the crowds of family and friends walking by, carrying bags from the antique shops or sitting at one of the restaurants having an early supper. I’ve come by at different times of the day and on different days of the week and the area is usually busy with people. Some days are busier than others but that is to be expected.

  I nod in agreement. “I’d need to put a lot of hours in the beginning.”

  “That’s okay. I’ll help you get it started. We can get furniture and put in the perfect décor.”

  “You’re busy, Parker. The season is just starting.”

  “So?” I love him like crazy. I reach up on my toes and kiss him.

  “I’ll need to hire staff.” I wring my fingers together.

  “It will be okay, baby. You’ll find the perfect people to help you get this place opened.”

  “It’s just that my staff back in Alabama are like family.”

  “You can have that here, but you can’t be scared. Don’t hold back. It’s impossible for anyone to not like you. You’re amazing.”

  “You say that because you want ass.”

  “Damn straight I do,” he slaps my butt. “But I mean every word. My loving you, doesn’t mean I won’t be honest with you.”

  “Thank you.” I’m grateful for his honesty. I know he will set me straight if I need it. “So…I’ll call the realtor on Tuesday.”

  “You better.”

  We wander down the street, going into vintage stores and looking at what they have. I notice a few things that would be perfect for the bakery and make a mental note to return and browse through the antique stores that will be my neighbors. I have a good feeling about this decision and it fills me with happiness that Parker helped me make it, that he is here to support me and push me forward despite my worries.

  The sun glows, casting shadows from the trees that align the street. We weave our way among the people out on the streets enjoying a spring afternoon. In the six months that I have known Parker, I have found a different kind of happiness, one I had never chased or thought I needed. Now, knowing what life is like with him by my side, I couldn’t return to the simplicity and routine life of working and long baths to help time pass before I had to go back into work and repeat it all over again.

  I smile, liking Roswell even more. “We should hike in this area soon. I took a walk by the Chattahoochee the first time I came and loved it. I know there are trails nearby.”

  “How about next weekend?”

  “You’ve got yourself a date, Mr. Wilde.” He kisses me, holding me in place, and I wrap my arms around his neck, digging my hands into his hair.

  “Come on,
cowgirl, let’s have dinner.”

  “Are you mocking my boots?”

  “Always.” I giggle, staring down at his boots and arching my brow. “What? A cowgirl needs a cowboy to two-step with.”

  “You got that right.”

  I look around Turner Field in awe. The energy that vibrates throughout the space is insane. This is so different than when I visited the Gwinnett Stadium with Parker during Thanksgiving. This field is full of fans cheering before the start of the game, drinking their beers and moonshine, and anticipating the game that will kick off the season for America’s favorite pastime.

  Some players are stretching; others are off to the side passing the ball as they warm up.

  “This is so cool!” I tell Emily.

  “It really is!” Em looks around, taking it in as well.

  “I can’t wait for them to start playing!” Wes is bouncing next to Emily and I laugh. He is so excited.

  I look down at the field, wondering what part of it Parker is in, when I see him looking up at us as he searches the crowd. I smile and wink at him. I mouth, good luck, before blowing him a kiss.

  “Look at you being all sweet and lovey dovey,” Em teases me.

  “Shut up!” I shove her shoulder playfully. She laughs and wraps her arm around me.

  “I’m happy for you, Sav. Even happier that he got you to move closer to me even if you’ll be moving to Roswell at some point.” It was hard living away from my best friend for a year. I’m also happy that I’m living closer to her.

  Parker and I spent all of yesterday discussing the future with the bakery opening as soon as possible, assuming that I get the lease contract and the meeting tomorrow goes well. He mentioned moving to Roswell again and I love the idea of living there. When I mentioned his commute, he told me that the team is working on a new stadium that will open in the next two years. It will actually be closer to Roswell so his commute will lessen. We’re still working on building our lives here separately as well as together, but I love the idea of coming home to him and living somewhere with less traffic and more nature.

  “I’m happy, too.”

  I look out at the field and notice the players standing on the base path, ready for the National Anthem to be sung. The singer comes out to the field where the microphone stand is and begins to sing the words created just for our nation. The energy that pulsed throughout the stadium stills, everyone respecting our country, hats off and hands over hearts.

  As soon as the music ends, the crowd cheers and the game begins. The innings move along swiftly, the teams eager to play and win. I admire them, cheering on the Braves and Parker. There are strikes and outs, runs that lead to points, and a few home runs. The crowd explodes when a foul ball hit the stands, fighting to get the ball and keep a memory of the game.

  After the game ends, Em, Wes and I make our way down the steps from where we were seated to the outdoor club seats where Parker stands, letting security know that we are with him. Given access, I run to him at the dugout.

  “Congrats!” I kiss him hard.

  “Thanks,” he looks down at me, his eyes smiling. “Hey, guys,” he greets Emily and Wes.

  “Hey,” they both say in unison.

  Parker leads us to where the other coaches are standing and introduces me.

  “So this is the reason you were such a pussy during spring training, Wilde.” The assistant coach, Gavin, says as he shakes my hand. “Can’t blame ya. It’s nice to meet you, Savannah. You have a good man here. We’re happy to finally have him on our team.”

  I smile upon hearing that and I know Parker made the best choice by accepting this job. I’m happy I was able to support him and push him forward even when he thought I was pushing him away.

  “It’s nice to meet you, too. I agree; I do have a good man.” I look over at Parker, all the love I feel reflected on my face.

  After introducing us to some of the players and Wes getting his fill of autographs and conversations with them, we leave the stadium and the four of us go out for a few drinks and dinner.

  “Cheers!” Emily says. “To friends, chasing dreams, and finding love.” We all clink our glasses and I smile gratefully at her. If she hadn’t pushed me to make that deal and sign up for that dreadful online dating site, I probably wouldn’t have gotten to know Parker like I did. Having to go to Southern for my dates and ending up at the bar after gave me the opportunity to meet him and get to know him beyond the annoying first impressions I got.

  As we eat and drink, we talk about our lives, futures, and more casual things. The greasy bar food fills our stomachs and the drinks heat our veins. I run my hand along Parker’s thigh under the table and he looks at me. I smile mischievously, running my hand against him again. He stops my hand with his, squeezing it, and I see his eyes darken, desire taking over.

  Finishing up as fast as we could, we go home with the tension between us growing thick and palpable. I sit next to him in the cab of his truck with my feet bent under me, my warm lips pressed against the side of his neck, and my hand teasing the ends of his hair at the nape of his neck.

  Parker breathes loudly and I smile against his skin. “You’re going to make me pull over and make love to you on the side of the road.”

  I love that despite the hunger he feels, he still says make love. “I wouldn’t object.”

  “No. I’m going to have you in my apartment, in privacy, and take my time.”

  “I love you,” I whisper in his ear.

  “I love you, too.” He looks at me from the corner of his eye before focusing back on the road, his hand resting leisurely on my thigh. I shiver and I know it’s at the contact of his skin on mine and not my exposed skin due to the shorts I’m wearing and the weather cooling down when the night sky approached.

  As soon as Parker pulls into his parking spot, he kisses me with longing and pulls me onto his lap. His erection pressed against me doesn’t go unnoticed and I squirm on his lap, rubbing against it. Turning off the car, Parker gets out of his truck with me wrapped around him.

  He makes it up to his apartment in record time, pulling the door open, and kissing me hungrily again. I moan into the kiss, our tongues spiking our desire. The taste of Parker’s mouth on mine drives me crazy. I pull myself closer to him using my hands around his neck, wanting to feel the intimacy I share only with him.

  “God, Savannah,” Parker presses his forehead to mine as his chest rises and falls quickly against me. He places me on my feet, lifting my Braves’ t-shirt over my head and unclasping my bra. His hands move to my breasts instantly, teasing me as his mouth kisses me lazily and passionately.

  I move my hands under his shirt, pressing them against his skin, taking him in. My hands round his body to his back, pulling him into me to deepen our kiss. Wanting nothing more than to have no barriers between us, I pull his shirt up and over his head then make quick work of undoing his pants. I push them down forcefully, taking his boxers with them.

  His hands move from my breasts to my shorts, the same need pulsing from him, until we are both completely naked. Our mouths crash, lips urgently moving together and tongues stroking each other. I lift up on my toes to reach him better, and Parker grabs my hair, tilting my head back to access the depth of my mouth.

  He lifts me from the backs of my thighs, holding me up with his arms and my legs wrap around his hips. His hardness presses into me tantalizing my opening and I moan into his mouth, the sound vibrating into him. Parker walks us to his room with ease and sits on his bed. Straddling him, I move my body over his, anticipating the feel of him inside me. My wetness spreads and coats him, demonstrating how ready I am for him.

  Pulling away from me, he looks me in the eyes. I lift my body, inviting him in, and he kisses my neck lovingly as he positions me over his cock. I slide down his length, getting him completely inside, and revel in the feeling of this closeness we share.

  I cup Parker’s face and look at him, his blue eyes heavy with lust and love, and kiss him hard. My body
moves over his, riding him, as he hits the perfect spots inside me as I slide up and down his length. We move together perfectly, rocking back and forth as we pleasure each other. He catches my bottom lip between his teeth, growling huskily and moves his lips to my neck, licking and sucking a trail down to my nipple before catching it between his teeth and sucking my hardened tip.

  I clench my walls around him at the combination of sensations, and pull his head closer to me, pleading that he continues what he’s doing with his mouth. The friction of my clit against his skin drives me wild. My walls tighten on their own as I continue to ride him and his hands grip my hips tightly, moving me when I start to tremble with my orgasm.

  His mouth moves over mine again, sucking in my moans and getting a taste of my orgasm as I call out his name. Parker continues to move us, hitting deeper and harder. Before I know it, I’m on my back and Parker is over me. He moves in and out of my pussy, his cock gliding over every sensitive area before hitting that one spot that pushes me further into paradise.

  Our tongues brush together, my lips swollen and my face rough with the feel of his beard on my skin. I arch my hips up, taking him in completely before he moves out again, the rhythm we’ve created burning me from head to toe. I yell out again, another orgasm coming over me in a crashing wave and Parker stills, my walls clenching around him when his dick swells and he releases himself inside me.

  Despite my heavy breathing and overload of sensations, my heart swells with love for him. I kiss Parker sweetly, happy to have him in my life, and hug him to me.

  Parker eases out of me carefully and I join him in the shower. Under the stream of the shower, his hands massage my back, easing my tension and leaving me weightless and comfortable. I love that we can have sex and not lose the love or respect we feel for each other. I turn to hug him, holding him to me and kissing his chest.

  “I think I’m really sweet on you, Wilde,” I whisper to him.

  “You damn better be because I know you own me, body and soul.” He kisses the crown of my head and peace surrounds us. I know that no matter how difficult our lives might get with our schedules and Parker’s traveling during the season, what we feel for each other will be enough to hold us together, and keep our bond strong as long as we both commit to finding the balance we need to build a future together.