Denying Mr. Parks (The Parks #1)

by Lilly James

  “See how my big, fucking cock teaches you a lesson, Evelyn? Do you see how you will continue to get punished for defying me?” My yelps were pitiful, my moans were loud, and he surprisingly allowed me to make them. “Yes. I want to hear you moan for my dick.” His body collided with mine as he penetrated my core even rougher, deeper. My knees buckled as I tried to keep up with him; tried to keep up with the mixture of heady sensations he was dealing me. My stomach knotted and burnt with fever. My sex started contracting around his cock, and I was about to come, but he beat me to it on a guttural cry. My mind took flight when his hot fluids filled my snug channel, and I milked him for what he was worth.

  “Christ,” he rasped, holding me still whilst he emptied inside me, but he didn’t stop there. He quickly released my wrists from the cuffs, kissed each one in turn, and took the blindfold from my eyes. I didn’t even open them; I felt I couldn’t. I was never languid after sex, but that felt like a pounding to my body.

  Parks was not about to let me rest, though. He took an abrupt hold of my hips, turned me around to face him, and ploughed his lips into mine. His tongue filled my mouth with wild, deep thrusts. He was the predator and I was his prey, and the desirably violent way he showed it proved just how much. It was like he needed me to understand how much he wanted me. How much he craved me. How much he wanted and needed that control. But then, so did I.

  I kissed him back with equal amounts of what he was giving me, but my hands hesitated when I went to touch him. My mind wavered between just blocking out how I felt about him or actually allowing myself to fall into his trap and let myself feel.

  After a second thought, my hands overtook me and grabbed hold of his stone-like biceps. Growling into my mouth from that contact, he pushed himself into me, seeming to let go. Our bodies crashed into each other’s, and I encircled his merciless upper body with my hands, needing to touch it, and what I felt did not disappoint. His hands were on the sides of my face, and he was sliding down my neck, then aggressively cupping my breasts. He wanted to touch all of me at once, and yes, I felt the same.

  He bruised my lips with firm ferocity, then pulled back breathlessly and rested his forehead against mine. “Fuck. What the hell am I doing?” I was thinking the same. “I know you only asked for punishment, Evelyn, but how can I resist that sweet body of yours? You didn’t think I was just going to let you go home without pleasuring you, did you? My cock has been fucking hard since I saw your body tonight. You look delectable in that bodice. Jesus.”

  He pushed me back onto the bed and left me laid out, propped up on my elbows, watching him as he backed away from me. He slowly and gracefully undressed himself, showing me the stone-hard muscles of his biceps and his washboard abs. I was aching, panting, and anticipating. My mouth watered at the sight of a body that would put a Greek god to shame.

  His boxers and trousers were only half-down, so he pushed them off his long, muscular legs and exposed his—once again—lengthy, hard cock. I gulped at the sight of it as he knelt on the bed. His greedy, intense green gaze drifted over my entire body, causing my core to tighten.

  As he climbed over me, I could tell his intention was to meet my lips with his.

  “Curves like yours need to be worshiped, Evelyn, not ignored.” As he spoke against my mouth, he caressed me between my breast and my hip. “They should be kissed.”

  He bent down to kiss the area he had stroked. “And licked.” One flick of his tongue against my nipple that was straining under the lace made me groan for more. Then he pulled his head up and aimed for my mouth. “I hold an erotic power over you, Evelyn, but I want to hold more.”

  More? He couldn’t hold more of me, and I doubted he would want to when he knew me entirely.

  “I’m going to worship your body and gaze into your eyes whilst you come for me. I’m not going to fuck you like before. I want to savour this. I want to savour us. But what happens afterward is something I won’t be held responsible for.”

  I didn’t know what he meant, and before I could ask, he kissed me softly, tenderly moulding his lips against mine. He didn’t use his tongue at that point; he was almost loving me with his lips alone, and I followed, getting captured in their magic, tentatively weaving my fingers through his hair whilst resting beneath his body. Then he used the tip of his tongue to elegantly trace my lips, breathing softly against the moisture he left in its wake. As always, he made me crave watermelon. I inhaled the scent of not just fruit but heavy sex, earthy masculinity, and power. He would make me drip with desire each and every time; it was inevitable. The tenderness and sweetness of his lips left my mouth, and he did the same affectionate kissing and licking against my neck.

  “Such beautiful, soft, sweet skin,” he coaxed, moving down to my breasts. I was wanton but confused. I’d never received such delicate kisses from him or from any other man, but I basked in his sudden softness, his sudden affection, and I knew when the influence of his body and touch left me, I would regret falling for him, again.

  With his mouth, he covered the lace of my bodice over my puckered nipple, sending the excitement down to my stomach and right into the middle of my awaiting sex. Leaving my nipples, he then kissed down my stomach, and I immediately flinched. My body went rigid, so I took a tight hold of his hair and forced him downwards without trying to make a huge deal of it. He obliged and traced my thighs with his lips.

  “We could do this every night, Evelyn.”

  I willingly opened my thighs for him, needing him between them. His lips or cock, either one. He was so close to the middle but lingered, and it killed me to stop myself from begging him to lick my cleft the way I loved. He skated the tips of his fingers over my wet folds, and I had to give in. “Use your mouth, Wade.”

  His head shot up to look at me in shock, but not because of my demand. It was because I had used his name. Biting his bottom lip, he removed his fingers from my entrance and breathed.

  “Use my mouth where, Evelyn?”

  He knew where I meant, but he wanted me to say it. I had never talked dirty during sex before, but Parks did it so erotically I wanted to converse that way with him.

  “Here.” I moved my hand down to my sex and cupped it gently, spawning a low groan from Parks.

  “Your sweetness?” he confirmed. I nodded breathlessly. “Hmm, your sweetness is now mine.” He bowed his head and replaced my fingers with languid, erotic strokes of his tongue into the centre of my sodden cleft.

  “Ah, that’s it,” I gasped, rolling my hips into his mouth, following the slow pace of his dexterous tongue.

  “You taste so sweet.”

  My back arched slightly from the bed as he pushed two fingers into me, and I dug my hands into the bedsheets whilst he rolled them in and out of my entrance. He lapped between my folds as he bobbed his head up and down. The sweet drift of his fingers easing in and out of me got me building to a fever that erased all thoughts. My body convulsed to a dangerous, entranced level that I wanted to stay upon.

  “Wade, I’m…” But of course he knew I was staggering to those heights he set me upon.

  “Hmm. I know.”

  I wailed as my body’s temperature soared. “Oh God, yes.” My mind went blank, and my body began to jerk, my legs trembling as he slid his tongue around my pressure point. He made me come monumentally. I clung to his hair, tightening my legs around his head whilst my body bucked to try and ride the wave of my arousal. The core of my sex clenched whilst pumping my liquids into his mouth. It was so sensitive, so tender, and I tried to move my sex away from any more delicious torture, but Parks held my thighs down with his forearms and continued his sweet disarray.

  “Wade, I can’t,” I begged. My body couldn’t take any more.

  “You can. I need to taste more,” he taunted huskily before delving into my cleft with his tongue to draw another mind-blowing, body-imploding orgasm from me. I rolled around the bed with his lips firmly stuck between my thighs. And when he lifted his head after my second orgasm, he gave me no
time to compose myself.

  “Taste what I crave, Evelyn,” he ordered before crashing his mouth into mine on a loud, predatory growl and lashing his tongue inside to make me taste my own arousal; and damn it was good.

  I cried into his mouth, wrapping my legs around his waist. His body was damp against mine, and the heat radiating from him was catching. It turned me greedy to have his muscles under my palms, and the way he felt beneath my touch pleasured me to the deep core and drove me wild. My hands all over his body were fanatical. I’d never gotten to touch his impeccable body during sex before, and I was taking complete advantage.

  “I need you naked.” It was a demand, and he moved to get up and obey. But I shook my head, pulling him back into me.

  “Just like this,” I pled on a whisper. “Please, just like this.” I gazed with lust into his stunning face. His features were burning, his vivid green irises tender. I was staring at a man who had a craving for me, and the only way he could suppress it was to make sure I came undone. He also had other tastes: to dominate, to punish, to be obeyed and take control. I craved that side of him because I understood it, but I denied his other sides because they confused me and would undoubtedly make me weak.

  He nibbled on my earlobe, which was a weak spot for me, so I writhed under his touch. I felt his smirk against my sweltering skin as he quickly kissed down my shoulder blade and across my breast. “I’ve never wanted any woman as much as I want you, and believe me when I say that. Why do you do this to me, Evelyn?”

  I tugged on his hair, pulling him up to meet my lips again. I felt unusually needy and impatient. “I don’t know.” How on earth I made a man like Parks lust after me would never cease to amaze me.

  I then suspected Parks had feelings towards me that maybe skirted the boundaries of just sex. I didn’t know for certain, but I did know in that moment that I felt like Parks had unlocked a shackle from around my heart. Warmth flowed through my veins from hearing what I meant to him, from knowing he wanted to protect me. Yet I still didn’t know the reason he felt this way. Still, I wanted to show him I needed him now.

  “Capture me, Wade,” I begged.

  His eyes grew wide and dark as intense arousal flared within them. “Oh, Evelyn. I captured you the very moment I set eyes upon you. And you have seized me.”

  Parks’s bewitching approval sent a violent shiver of arousal right through my body, and I had never in my life felt so enthralled, heated, and alive as I did in that moment.

  He propped up on his elbows so we were nose to nose. “This time, I get to watch you call my name whilst I devour your sweetness.”

  “Hmm,” I moaned as he plunged deep with one fierce thrust, rasping out my name as he sank into me. My cry got tangled with his, and our bodies shuddered together from the intense feeling of satisfaction. Satisfaction, yes, but we also felt a connection; an emotional connection, a physical connection. My body accepted his body infinitely. I didn’t understand it, but it was evidently there. It was also evident that I couldn’t admit it.

  “Jesus fucking Christ. Evelyn.” He rolled his hips against mine as if he was relishing the feel of being inside of me, baring himself. “So warm. So snug. So good. Your sweetness fits around me indisputably.” His kissed my lips once, then pulled out. I was already pressing my fingers into his forearms as I knew it was going to be a sweet blow. It was more than that. He slammed forwards on a determined growl, and I cried out again, digging my nails into his arms as he took total domination of my body. Furthermore, I let him.

  I was a quick-fumble kind of girl; no emotion, no real kissing, just get it over and done with for my own pleasure. But this was different. He was different. My body plummeted to a dangerous level of desire I never felt before. A level Wade Parks made impossible for any other to compete with.

  He began to fuck me with wild thrusts, and I wailed as every deep plunge sent pleasure rippling through me like an explosive mass of heat. The growls rumbling through his chest felt raw, primitive, and sexy.

  “Evelyn. My cock craves every ounce of you. I can’t get enough,” he hissed through his teeth, pumping his hips in and out as I clenched my legs around the solidness of his waist.

  His hands were on either side of my head, his arm muscles on full display, and Jesus, were they impressive. I wanted to touch this god. I ran my fingers over his hard, damp arms, then pushed them through his hair and pulled his head close so our lips met. I needed them from him. Needed his all from him. Let me rephrase that. My lips needed his; my body needed his.

  My moans made him pump even faster.

  “Yes,” I hissed, “harder.” I took hold of his thrusting hips and pulled him down faster.

  “You want it harder, Evelyn?”

  If it was possible, I wanted him deeper, wanted him harder, and wanted him faster. Even though I already knew he was pushing the limits of what the human body allowed. But I wanted to push those limits farther, and he was a man who could comply.

  “Please,” I groaned, digging my fingernails into his hips, pulling him into me more.

  “Please, what?” he breathed.

  “Please, Wade.”

  With that, he knelt up, took hold of my legs, and placed my ankles onto his shoulders. He pushed into me with an inexorable force, causing the air to leave my lungs.

  “Ah. Fuck,” I cried and he continued. Hard, aggressive, powerful. “Yes, Wade. Yes.” I called his name over and over, telling him how good it felt, clutching at the sheets. Our bodies were sweating, too hot and intense, and it magnified the build-up of my climax as my whole body contracted. Involuntarily, I tried to pull my legs down from his shoulders to ease the throb between them, but he kept them where they were.

  “Come for me, Evelyn,” he bit out.

  “Oh God.” My climax crashed through me so intensely it had me sobbing his name over and over in mindless delight.

  “That’s it. Christ.” He bucked into me, shaking the bedframe. I briefly watched his head tilt back. His hard thrusts became short and soft as he climaxed, filling me with his warmth.

  His slick body collapsed onto mine, and the hardness and weight of his perfection was welcome. He didn’t speak, and I didn’t have the air in my lungs to, either.

  Parks’s kisses coaxed my aching body tenderly until my breathing mellowed. Jesus, I was stiff, and my sex was swollen, but I was happy. Shit. I felt happy after sex. That never happened.

  After kissing the tip of my nose, he gazed into my half-open eyes. “You’re a beautiful woman, Evelyn. That was…” He couldn’t manage words. Neither could I. After pulling me into him so my back was against his chest, he wrapped me up in his arms like he was my shield. “I can’t get enough of you, Evelyn. Please don’t deprive me of that.”

  I lost myself in his arms and suddenly realised the depth of a Christina Perry song I’d been listing to. I did feel safe in his arms, but I couldn’t let him save my life because it wasn’t salvageable. That I knew for sure.

  “There isn’t enough of me to go around. Besides, I’m too much of a mind fuck for myself, never mind anyone else.”

  “Don’t say that.” He sighed, nuzzling my hair. “Tell me, Evelyn, do you feel satisfied?”

  “Yes,” I heaved out. “But guilty as hell.”

  He shook his head in the crook of my neck. “I don’t understand you.”

  I laughed. “That makes two of us.”

  He starting stroking my hair softly and murmured, “This is nice. We can do this all night, Evelyn, just say the word.”

  “Hmm,” I managed. My eyes drowsed as he pressed soothing kisses up my back and along my nape.

  “But this time, I want you naked.”

  My eyes flew open, and I sat up in bed, shimming away from him as he looked at me, stunned. “I should go,” I told him, trying to hide my panic.

  “What? Why?”

  I climbed off the bed and pulled on my trousers, trying to ignore how shaky my body was. “Because we’ve had sex. Now I’m leaving.”


  He was climbing off the bed and coming towards me, so I turned and threw on my jumper to cover myself up.

  “Why do you do this to me, Evelyn? You deny me after sex and act like what we have is meaningless.”

  I spun around, startled by his hypercritical words. “And you don’t? You play cold mind games with me too, Parks.”

  He began pacing the floor, gloriously naked and sporting another semi. “That’s not true. I made my feelings clear, Evelyn. Please. I’m asking you to stay with me.”

  I tightened my arms around my chest, trying to protect myself from his touch, from his words. “I don’t stay with people, Parks. They fuck me and I leave. And you’ve fucked me, so now I’m leaving.”

  He paused when he saw my defensive stance and flopped his hands at his sides. “But I’m asking you to stay.” His voice was soft, and underneath that steel armour he wore so well, I thought I could see vulnerability. But did he truly have any?

  Still, I refused point-blank. “No.”

  He tightened his jaw, containing his rage. “Why?”

  I sagged, uncrossed my arms, and pressed my hand to the ache in my chest. “Why do you want me to stay?”

  He winced, his expression telling me he was struggling to say it. “It hurts when you leave.”

  I stared at him, blinking from his confession, trying to work out if he was being genuine. Trying to figure out where we could go from here. Listening to him tell me he hurt when I left warmed me completely. But I was always going to get the same answer to where Parks and I would end up. Nowhere.