“Now you can be a good girl,” I tell her as she sits back on her knees. “And show me.”

I hold on, winding my fingers in her hair, but don’t guide Parker. I wait, letting her inch forward and slide my underwear and shorts fully down to my ankles. It only takes a second, but I wonder if I might pass out from the shock of the beauty that is the way her slightly-smudged red lips press a wet, soft kiss to the tip of my dick.

“Jesus, fuck.” I have room for no other words as Parker does it again and again before sliding her mouth more open against me and moving down, her tongue massaging the underside of my shaft.

I tighten my hand in her hair, noting how she moans when my fingers grab the locks harder before I soften my hold and smooth back the strands because I refuse to miss out on one second of the view before me.

But with Parker’s face unobstructed, doe eyes wide and glassy, her mouth full of me, I throw my head back. The sight alone threatens to bring me closer to the edge.

We’ve hardly started, and I already never want it to end.

“That’s it,” I hiss my encouragement softly so I hear each and every sound.

The mumbled moans.

The sharp breaths coming in and out of her nose.

The smacking of her lips when she releases me from her mouth.

My head falls forward, finding a smirk on Parker’s face as her hand takes her mouth’s place.

I run a finger back and forth across her bottom lip. “Didn’t take all that much to ruin your lipstick.”

Parker gives me that wicked little grin before capturing my finger between her teeth, circling the tip of it with her tongue as she continues to stroke.

A grunt breaks free from my chest when Parker releases my finger and moves back to my throbbing length, taking me deep in her mouth again. She moans around me as I whimper her name, my hips jutting forward on their own.

A pop sounds from Parker’s mouth when she pulls her head back. I cup her cheek headily, loving the way my swollen tip rests against her lips.

“Relax,” she whispers, kissing my palm and up to the inside of my wrist.

It’s not possible. I’m a grown-ass man living out my teenage dream.

But this, I know, is so much better than I ever could’ve imagined. Because looking at Parker as she switches to softly stroking me while dragging her mouth and leaving a trail of kisses along my thighs, crouched before me like she’s in worship, is everything.

Teenage Fitz wouldn’t have lasted for a second.

But Fitz now? I close my eyes again and lean into the softness of her strokes, of her kisses, her breathing. I take in everything.

Until Parker stops.