Parker

The day after the drama with Matt and Austin, I decided to take a road trip. I don’t usually do things alone but I needed some time to clear my head. My cheek was slightly bruised from Austin’s slap and we won’t talk about how damaged my ego was. I didn’t have a destination when I got in my car and started driving along Pacific Coast Highway, I just knew I had to get away from Huntington Beach for a little while.

I stayed gone for the rest of the week. Two days away from home – away from the drama and life. When I got back in my car and got back on PCH, I knew I had to break things off with Matt. It wasn’t fair how we were treating Vanessa and how we treated Austin. He was right – I was nothing but a whore.

When I arrive home, I see a note for me on the counter. Parker – went to Los Angeles with your father and brother for the weekend. Hope you had fun at your sleepover with Bethany. See you on Sunday. Love, mom. This note would have been fine, except I never told her I was going to Bethany’s. I never told her or my father anything, I just left. Truth is, I don’t even know if I’ll still be able to call Bethany my friend, not after Austin tells her what I’ve been doing with Matt. I’m sure he’ll tell Vanessa too and it’ll be a whole, big dramatic thing.

I enter my room and I’m prepared to sleep – driving for the last eight hours was completely exhausting. Hanging in the corner is a long white dress with gold around the hem. There’s a gold belt hanging beside it along with some cute, knee-high strappy sandals. My Greek goddess Halloween costume. I groan, staring at it. A week ago, I was looking forward to the Halloween party that I’m supposed to be throwing tonight. I made flyers, passed them out – I bought beer and alcohol even though it was a BYOB event. I bought this super cute Halloween costume and the accessories to go with it. I was excited at one point; now, I’m just wondering if it’s too late to cancel.

People are going to start showing up around nine and it was already close to five. I had planned to decorate every room of the house, have spooky music on as guests arrived and Halloween themed treats – but now, I not even sure anyone will show. I’m not even sure who I want to show.

I know the only thing to do is to continue with the party. Once word gets out – if word gets out – about my intimate relationship with Matt while we were both dating other people, people aren’t going to be very fond of me. Everyone at our school loved Vanessa and Matt together. When they find out that someone was trying to break them up – even though that wasn’t the case – someone will be considered an outcast. Of course, Matt will be the one forgiven because he was a king around the school, so well-liked, so adored.

I spend the first three hours getting the house ready for the party. I put away the breakables, pull out the snacks and put the beer in the fridge. I hang up the decorations and put on a Halloween CD with various artists that I found at the local Halloween store. As I climb the steps to my bedroom to get ready, I wonder how many people will fail to realize if I don’t show up. If the party is good, I won’t be missed, right?

I try to get myself hype as I take a shower and put on my makeup, but I can’t deny the overwhelming feeling of being isolated. The first guests that show up greet me with smiles and I feel a tinge better. They compliment my costume and ask where they can put their drinks, I direct them to the kitchen just as the doorbell rings again.

The house fills with bodies quickly and everyone seems to still like me. Maybe Austin feels so bad for slapping me, he decided to keep my secret. I’m not sure if that makes me feel better or worse. My theory is proven correct when Bethany shows up, sporting a red flappers dress.

“Oh my God, Park! You look amazing! Where were you today and yesterday?” She greets, giving me a huge hug. This takes me off guard, of course, because I was sure she would hate me when she found out Austin and I broke up. Is it possible that he didn’t tell her yet? Is the reason why he was coming by my house that night was to tell me he made a mistake and wanted to get back together?

“Hey,” I greet absentmindedly. I decide to ignore her question. “You look great too. Your costume is so cute!”

She smiles, looking around the room. “Has Austin showed up yet? Are you guys matching costumes?”

“Um…” I shake my head, unsure of how to answer. Thankfully, before I have to reply, someone catches my attention

“Hey, Parker!” Matt’s friend, Brian greets behind Zack who helping him carry in a keg. “Where should we put this?”

If they’re here, did that mean Matt was coming too? “I’ll show you,” I tell them, grateful to dismiss myself from Bethany.

I direct them to the back of the house and through the sliding glass doors which remain open as my backyard continues to flood with more people. Brian and Zack begin to set up the keg as a darker haired girl walks up to me. I haven’t formally met her, but I know she’s been seeing Brian for the last few months.

“Parker, right?” She smiles. “You’re a friend of Matts.”

See, I wouldn’t consider Matt and myself friends, necessarily. He was a decent tutor and an unbelievable fuck-buddy, and we’ve never even hung out unless it involved at least one of those things.

“Yeah,” I tell her with a smile. After all, I don’t want anyone to think there’s anything else going on between us. “Michelle, right? It’s nice to meet you.”


I eventually start to enjoy myself. I haven’t seen Matt and I assume he’s avoiding this part because it’s mine. Maybe, like me, he’s finally decided that we can’t be fuckbuddies anymore; maybe he’s decided to finally be faithful to Vanessa. As he should be.

I break apart from the group of people I was dancing with and head upstairs for a breather. I walk into my bedroom and sit on my bed, listening to the party downstairs. I stifle a yawn and glance at the clock. It was only nearly one in the morning, but I was exhausted.

I hear a creak and glance over at the door. Austin stands there in normal clothes, I can see a shadow of a battle on his face. He’s unsure if he should approach me after our last encounter.

“Austin,” I gasp, standing from the bed. “I didn’t think you’d come.”

He still stands on the other side of the door. His hands stuffed into his pockets. “I wasn’t sure if I should,” he tells me.

I shake my head, stretching out my hand. “Austin, I know you didn’t mean to hit me.”

Austin reluctantly steps forward, and when he does I can’t help but notice the bruising along the left side of his face. “Parker –”

“What happened to your face? I ask him, taking the few steps between us, closing the gap. My hands find his face and I gently caress it. “Who did this to you? Was it Matt?”

Austin shakes his head. “It’s not important.” He nuzzles his face into my hand before sighing. “Parker, I’m so sorry. I should have never hit you.”

“You’re right,” I tell him, taking his hand and leading him to the bed. “I forgive you though. I know you didn’t mean to. I know you don’t have an abusive bone in your body.”

“I just…I saw you with Matt and I just lost it. I’m sorry.”

I had to get him off the subject of Matt. I didn’t want to talk about him, I didn’t want to talk about Vanessa. “Why did you come over that night?”

Austin shakes his head. “I felt bad about our break up. I couldn’t get you off my mind and…I was coming to apologize. I wanted to…to get back together.”

“I want that, too!” I tell him. “Austin, when I told you I thought we should break up it was only because…well because I was feeling guilty about...about sleeping with Matt.” I hang my head in shame. “But that’s over now, Austin. Honestly – I want to be with you.”

I kiss Austin hungrily and he kisses me back, briefly before pulling away. “No,” he whispers. “Parker, look at us. We can’t be together, not yet anyway. We’re a mess and…I know you want to forgive me for slapping you but – you can’t. I won’t let you.”

I shake my head, grabbing his hand. “Austin, come on. I know you didn’t mean it and I told you – Matt and I are finished.”

He kisses me on the cheek, pulling his hand out of mine. “We just need some time.”

I open my mouth to respond but he’s already leaving the room. I sit there, waiting for the tears to come but they never do. After several minutes, I pull myself up from the bed and head back downstairs. At least there was plenty of booze there.

I spend the rest of the night drinking beer and people-watching. Most people were too drunk to function at this point in the night. Others were making out on the sofa or against the wall. I walk around the room, wondering if I can get away with kicking people out but before I can decide, I’m stopped.

“Parker, hey,” someone greets me. “Great party.”

I turn to see a guy standing beside me, grinning. I recognize him from school, but I can’t remember his name. Nonetheless, he’s here and I need to get laid to get my mind off of Austin. “Hey, you,” I say as flirtatiously as I can. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“You look amazing,” he slurs. His breath smells like Jim Bean.

I smile. “Thank you,” I say, running my finger along his arm. “I was just about to head upstairs and slip into something more comfortable. Care to join me?”

His eyes widen. “Fuck yeah.”

I wink and nod in the direction of the stairs before making my way up. The guy follows me a few moments later. As he enters the room, he’s unbuttoning his jeans. I kiss him, leading him to the bed and straddle him. One of his hands fumbles my breast as the other tries to fight through the fabric of my dress to find the flesh between my legs. After several minutes he pulls away and before he opened his mouth, I knew what was wrong.

“Fuck,” he curses, looking into his lap. “I’ve got whiskey dick.” I groan, throwing myself on the bed. “I can go down on you if you want,” he tells me.

“Just go,” I say, turning in my bed so I’m no longer facing him.

The guy doesn’t hesitate before I feel his weight leave the bed and I hear his footsteps disappear. I lay in bed, annoyed and tired. When I hear footsteps approaching, I roll my eyes and prepare to tell Whiskey Dick to go away. However, when I look toward the door, it’s not Whiskey Dick at all.

“Oh, thank God,” I sigh, sitting up in bed. Matt raises his brow as I get off the bed. “Lock the door,” I tell him, making my way towards him.

I get on my knees in front of him and as he locks the door, I unbutton his jeans. “Whoa,” he says as I tug down his jeans and boxers. “Parker –”

“Shut up,” I tell him, grabbing his perfect cock with my hand. It’s limp at first, which is unusual for Matt, but it starts to grow at my touch. I waste no time putting it in my mouth, smiling as I feel it beginning to grow further.

Matt tangles his hand in my hair, gently guiding me down his shaft, muttering curse words as my tongue massages him. I watch him with my cock in his mouth, letting my hands caress his abs under his shirt. I feel myself getting wet between my legs.

I pull his flesh from my mouth and stand, bringing his lips to mine. Matt pulls me closer to him, kissing me deeply. I begin to step backward, leading him to my bed. I break apart from him and push him onto the bed.

“Parker, I need to talk to you,” he says. I ignore him as I begin to slip off my dress. “Parker.”

“Matt,” I say, annoyed. “Can we please just fuck? I don’t want to talk about the other night.” I slip off my shoes and step out of my panties. After I push Matt onto the bed, I crawl on top of him.

“It’s important,” he presses.

I roll my eyes. “Okay, can we talk while I ride you?” I ask. He doesn’t answer so I shrug and begin to slide his hard dick into my opening. “Fuck,” I breathe. I feel Matt grip my thighs.

I know I said this wasn’t going to happen again. I know it’s wrong but, at this moment, – I don’t care. I grind my hips into his, slowly at first, letting myself get used to his size.

“I saw you kissing Austin,” Matt says, his hands resting on my thighs.

I shake my head. “I don’t want to talk about that.”

“Did you get back together with him?” he asks.

I lean down and kiss his lips. I nibble on his bottom lip and feel him thrust his hips into mine, slowly. “No,” I answer shortly, hoping he would shut up.

In a swift movement, Matt flips me over so I’m on my back and he’s on top of me. His cock doesn’t even slip out of me. But he doesn’t continue to fuck me. He stops, sitting on his knees. “Okay,” he says finally. “I have some news too.”

“Okay? Can it wait? Or Can you tell me and thrust at the same time?” Matt looks annoyed but continues to roll hips. Then, he stops again. “God damn it, Matt!” I yell. “What the fuck?”

“You’re going to want to hear this, okay?” He tells me. “I broke up with Venessa.”

“You what?” I ask sharply, narrowing my eyes. “Why would you do that?” I’m up, out of bed and wrapping my robe around me before he can reply.

Matt shakes his head. “What are you getting dressed for? I thought you would be happy.”

“Why the hell would that make me happy?” I ask him. “Matt, she fucking loves you.”

“She’s in love with me because I’m all she’s ever known. I don’t feel the same way, Parker. I’ve…I’ve started liking someone else. You.”

“Me?” I ask. “God, get dressed.”

“What?” Matt shakes his head. “Are you kidding me? We can finally have guiltfree sex and you’re throwing me out?”

“But it’s not going to be guiltfree for me, is it? Because you had to go and, what, develop feelings for me? This is supposed to be just sex.”

Matt doesn’t answer me right away. I feel bad for dismissing his feelings the way that I did but this was supposed to be sex – just really, wonderful, mind-blowing sex. Then he had to ruin it.

“It will be,” he tells me finally. “Come here.”

I roll my eyes. “Matt, you know that’s not –”

He cuts me off, standing from the bed. “I said, come here.”

I arch a brow but do as I’m told. Matt kiss me roughly, allowing his thumb to gently press on my carotid artery. I moan into his mouth as I feel him tug my robe away. It falls to my feet and Matt gently pushes me to the floor with it. I look up at him as he brushes his dick against my lips. It’s softened a bit during our argument, but I know we’ll get it back to where it was. Matt presses the head of his dick against my mouth and I open my mouth, eagerly. I love feeling him grow inside my mouth.

Matt grabs a handful of hair on each side of my mouth. He dips his shaft into my mouth until it hits the back of my throat and then pulls completely out. He does this again and again – I’m unsure if he is teasing himself or me.

I allow my hands to run up his thighs and rest along his Apollo's belt, the ‘v’ shaped curve along his lower abs. He’s no longer guiding my mouth where to go but instead allowing his hand to rest on the back of my head. I feel his fingers tangle and untangle in my hair. I wiggle my mouth, trying to get as much of his cock in my mouth as I can, but pull away every time I gag. I know Matt likes it when his cock slips past the back of my throat, and I want to please him, but sometimes it’s too hard to control my gag reflex.

But, I teased Matt enough with it. He shifts us so I’m sandwiched between him and the side of the bed. Without removing me from his mouth, he pressed the back of my head into the bed, then presses his cock to the back of my mouth. Once he’s there, he slowly pushes past and I feel throat embrace his flesh as slowly begins to fuck my throat. It burns, causing my eyes to water and as he pulls out, I gag while trying to catch my air.

“Are you okay?” Matt checks in. He waits for me to nod and open my mouth before he guides his dick back down my throat.

We alternate. I’ll suck his cock; he’ll fuck my throat. I don’t know how much time passes before Matt pulls partially out of my mouth, instructing me to stick out my tongue. A few seconds later I hear Matt moan loudly and hear the bed creak under his weight as he uses his arm to brace himself. I taste the cum on my tongue before feel it slide down my throat and I swallow it.

After a brief moment, Matt pulls me back up to my feet. He kisses me, allowing his tongue to dance with mine before pulling away and letting it trace down my neck, collarbone, and chest before it finally finds my nipple. I gasp, wrapping my fingers into his hair. Matt's finger finds my slit and he begins to massage my wet pussy. I’m so horny, it nearly brings me to my knees.

Matt is smirking when his mouth finds mine again. His finger is removed from my slit and he arches a brow as he offers it to me. I take his finger into my mouth, never breaking eye contact with him. When he removes it, I kiss him again. Matt doesn’t allow me to kiss him long before he pulls away. He lays back down on the bed and pulls me on top of him.

“Come on, Medusa,” he bites his lip. “Come sit on your throne.”

I roll my eyes but can’t help the grin my cheeks are tugged into. I climb his body and eventually straddle his face. His warm breath tickles my thighs and it makes me quiver. “I told you to stop calling me tha-AAH!”

Matt gives me no warning as he presses his tongue against my clit. I grab the headboard to support myself for fear of completely melting. He digs his nails into my thighs, pulling me closer to him, to the overwhelming pleasure.

I grind myself into him and I think I heard him moan but I can’t hear it over my own. “Oh, my God,” I whisper. “Oh, fuck!”

I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. My body begs to orgasm, but I didn’t want this to be over. My body doesn’t care though and I feel myself cum. My entire body shakes and my legs beg to close, but Matt holds me down on top of him as I ride out my orgasm.

As soon as I’m done, Matt flips us. I scream out of surprise and, once I’m on my back, Matt pulls me down so my waist is even with his. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and then kisses me. We roll along the bed, each of us fighting for domination. Matt wins though and with my ankle resting on his shoulder, he thrusts into me, fully and without any warning.

“Oh, fuck!” I exclaim, arching my back and gripping the bed beneath me. He thrusts again and I yell out louder, covering my mouth to muffle it.

Matt rips my hand away. “Fuck that,” he smirks. “I want the whole damn house to know how well I’m treating you.”

I want to reply with something snarky, but another moan escapes instead. I can’t decide if I want to close my eyes or keep them locked on Matt. I feel another orgasm building up fast, I knew it would. I knew Matt was going to finish soon, too.

“I want to do doggy,” I tell him.

Matt nods, letting me flip over, lifting my ass in the air. He wastes no time entering me. We match each other’s rhythm and thrusts. Matt tugs at my hair as he slams into me, his balls slap against me and before I know it, I’m cumming all over his dick.

Matt leans in closer to me, so his chest rests along my back. His breath tickles my ear before he gently nibbles on it. Then his lips press against the back of my neck, and between my shoulders. Chills shoot down my spine and I giggle as he returns to his straightened position. After a few more seconds, Matt pulls out of me and I feel a hot liquid shoot against my ass followed by a shaky moan from Matt.

I collapse on the bed and Matt collapses beside me. Both of us are out of breath and completely satisfied. It’s silent beside our breathing; the party downstairs is over.

“Guess they weren’t having as much fun as us,” Matt laughs.

I laugh too. “Or they’re at the door listening.”

Notes

Two updates in eight days? I'm pretty impressed with myself tbh. Thank you for reading and commenting!

Title credit: She Wants Revenge “Written in Blood”