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NSFW - Parker & Eliza “Miles High”
🕑 Added 2025-09-28 22:06:32 +0000 UTC- PARKER'S POV -
I don’t remember how we got back here. The parts in between Eliza sitting on my lap in the middle of the street and her ushering the private jet staff not to bother us for the entire flight back to New York were a blur. Now, she was in my lap again, kissing up and down my neck only a few minutes after the private jet had lifted off the ground. We’d moved to the couch in the back of the cabin, and as she requested, all doors to the main area were locked and we had privacy.
We’d never been this close before. We’d kissed a few times, but I’ve never allowed myself to take things further than that. After spending the day watching her stand up for herself and genuinely smile for the first time in a long time, all of my inhibitions had floated away. My hands were all over her, raking up and down her body. I pulled her forward, so her legs wrapped around either side of my hips and she was straddling me.
The longer she sat on top of me, nipping at my neck, the more my resolve disintegrated. Every inch of my brain and body was begging me not to talk, not to ruin this. But the pit in my stomach would only sink further if I didn’t make sure this was the right time to be doing this.
“Eliza,” I croaked, the words prying themselves out of me. She ignored me, running her hand past the collar of my shirt onto my chest. “Eliza,” I said again more stern this time, coupled with my hands on her arms, lifting her away.
She rolled her eyes and huffed, and I couldn’t help myself from chuckling at her. Damnit if that little crinkle of her nose wasn’t the most adorable thing. I loved annoying her more than anything. Well, okay, maybe just a little bit less than what we were just doing.
I found her eyes before gathering my courage and my composure. “You’ve had… a really tough day.” She shifted on top of me and I had to clench my teeth to keep from groaning. “I need you to be sure that this is what you want right now.” I exhaled, nudging her hair back behind her ear. “I don’t want this to just be something you’re doing because you’re upset.”
With a disgruntled sigh, she leaned back to sit on my thighs and crossed her arms over her chest. Her eyebrow ticked up and her lip pursed. “Stop that.”
I blinked. “Stop… what?”
She rolled her eyes and scoffed. “That thing you do where you treat me like a baby bird.”
I could feel my throat dry up as I searched her face for a hint as to what she meant. “What do you mean?”
“You don’t have to walk on eggshells with me all the time. I am capable of making my own decisions.”
“Of course you are… but-“ her finger pressing firmly against my lip stopped my sentence dead in its tracks. Shit, her shutting me up was so damn hot. Without thinking, my hands slid up the side of her thighs landing again on her hips.
“No buts. When you’re overly cautious about every move we make and never let anything progress, you’re taking the choice away from me.”
I stared at her. I had never thought of it that way.
She smirked, knowing she’d got me with that. “You don’t get to decide when I’m ready for things. I do.”
Damn, this woman. She has always been belligerent and for the longest time it annoyed me to no end. Now, it was the most attractive thing in the universe. She’s come so far in the last several months and hearing her speak up for herself today—even to me—was overwhelming. I loved her, and I needed to finally show her how much.
I jumped forward, my hand gripping the back of her neck and crashing my lips onto hers again. I felt her laugh against my mouth as I turned us both over, laying her down onto the couch.
“You win, Highland. You win.” I caged her body under mine, and before I could lean back down to continue kissing her I had to take a moment to enjoy the view.
She slid her hands up my shirt again, and this time I obliged to take it off. Her eyes raked over me, devouring me with her gaze. “I always win,” she hummed.
I laughed, hanging my head. “We’ll see about that.”
In between all of my worry and doubts, I had somehow forgotten to make Eliza feel desired. I had buried my own wants so far down that it didn’t even occur to me that she would reciprocate. The emotional side of our relationship was at the forefront of my mind so much that I completely ignored the physical. I was a complete and total idiot for not reminding the sexiest woman on earth how attractive and irresistible she was. I would not be making that mistake anymore.
As if she could sense my inner turmoil, Eliza took the reins again. She lifted up her own shirt over her head, tossing it aside onto the floor. It was exactly the wake up call I needed to pull me away from overthinking. My simple little lizard brain reverted back to factory settings and the only thing I could focus on was her chest. She wasn’t wearing a bra—she almost never did—so I was confronted with the sight of her completely bare breasts in front of me.
“Jesus,” I managed to breathe out. After a few more seconds of oggling, I went back to work. I leaned down over her and started kissing across her neck. Her little giggles and soft gasps encouraged me to move downward.
As I passed the dip of her neck, I felt her grip on my arms tense up. I glanced up at her to find her eyes closed and her bottom lip pulled between her teeth. Her face twisted into an expression I’d never thought I’d see from Eliza. She was nervous. I’ve come to know her well enough to figure out exactly why.
She used to complain about her collar bones. She’d say that they poked out in weird angles sometimes in photoshoots. My lips grazed along them, tracing kisses from the center up towards her shoulder. One time she told me her shoulders were too broad, too far apart. I kiss past her shoulders and continue my way down back to her chest.
For years, she said she hated how small her boobs were. Magazines and internet blogs would tell her she looked too flat and not appealing enough. She hated them so much she put herself through surgery just to change them. I took my time, kissing across every inch up until the peak of her nipples. My tongue made a slow pass over them, tugging slightly. That got her to react to me, sucking in a quick breath of air.
I continued to move slowly down her body. She didn’t like the way her stomach became visible when she wore tighter dresses. One time a paparazzi photo of her in a swimsuit sparked pregnancy headlines. After that, she stopped going to the beach. I kissed across her stomach and dragged my hands down to her hips.
My thumb traced the outline of her tattoo before I finally reached the hem of her skirt. A low groan rumbled up my throat. “Have I ever told you these little skirts you wear drive me fucking crazy?”
She breathed out a laugh and ran her fingers through the front pieces of my hair. Her eyes had opened again as she finally relaxed. Now that I knew she was comfortable, I was going to make sure she knew exactly what every inch of her body did to me. She always hated the size of her thighs, so I made sure to kiss them, too. My breath stilled as I pulled down her skirt and underwear before tossing them to the floor.
All of Eliza was laid bare in front of me, and it was the most enchanting sight I had ever seen. I wedged myself comfortably in between her legs, lifting them up onto my shoulders. I dipped my thumb into her wetness at the bottom edge of her entrance. When she twitched under me and laid back, I dropped all of my control.
My tongue rolled up across her folds, splitting her lips apart. I swirled the tip across her clit lightly before descending all the way back down. Gripping onto the side of her thighs, I pulled her closer to my mouth and she gasped in response. She ground against my tongue as it plunged inside her. The taste of her was so sweet I could no longer think straight. The idea of savoring every drop of her had fully left my mind, and I was in a frenzy.
Eliza’s frequent gasps and little moans encouraged me to move faster and faster. My tongue flicked in and out of her as she squirmed. She clamped her thighs against my head, holding me in place as I pleasured her. The sign that her orgasm was on the horizon was when her fingers twisted through my hair. I drew my tongue back up to her clit, nipping at it between my teeth. As I sucked it into my mouth, I pushed one of my fingers inside her.
She let out a loud cry as her climax tore through her. Her shaking thighs clenched around my head and she yanked on my hair. I couldn’t care less about the pain as I watched her soar right off the edge. Admittedly, I did feel a little bit sorry for the flight staff overhearing everything. But not quite sorry enough.
When her shaking subsided, I licked up the last remnants of Eliza’s juices and sat myself back up on the couch. I wasn’t going to let there be another minute of waiting—I wanted all of her. Now. After removing my own underwear, I hoisted her up onto her knees just above me.
Her cheeks and chest were flushed with my new favorite color. I tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. My brain was racing a mile a minute but the only thing I could focus on was her face. “You look so beautiful when you cum.”
She bit her lip, her eyes ablaze once again with that familiar fiestiness that was unique to Eliza Highland. “Then make me do it again.” For the longest time, I’d thought that Eliza’s boldness was a mask she wore to shield others from seeing her vulnerability. I knew now that these things were all part of her, and they could all co-exist. Her confidence wasn’t just a defense mechanism, but something you could draw out of her in the most authentic way.
I chuckled, brushing away my thoughts for a moment. “That can be arranged.” The look on her face was enough to make me finish right then, but I knew I had much more work to do. I grabbed onto her ass, lowering her so that the tip of my cock just barely breached her entrance. “Ride me, Starlet.”
She leaned forward, claiming my lips with hers as she descended down onto my length. My low groan interrupted our kiss when she sunk all the way down. Her hips flicked outward as she lift herself back up, slowly guiding me in and out of her. With every movement and every satisfied sound, our bodies pushed and pulled in perfect sync. Every passing second assured me more and more that I was made for this. I was made to love her, touch her, fuck her just like this.
My undoing was looming over me as she rocked up and down. I guided her in and out, increasing the pace as she arched herself backwards away from me. Her nails dug more into my shoulders the faster we went. It was shameful the amount of times I’d fantasized about her long sharp nails drawing lines all across my skin.
“Eliza, I’m not going to last,” I whispered, my words broken up by the rhythm of her movements on top of me.
“Neither am I,” she whined, breathlessly. I pulled her forward, her chest flush against mine as she wrapped her arms around the back of my neck. While grabbing onto her waist, I locked her into place and took over the work. My hips flicked upward, pushing myself further inside her.
“God, Parker, just like that.” Her gasps and screams rung through the air as I drew back and slammed in again. If this wasn’t the most euphoric feeling I’d ever had in my entire life I would have tried to lessen some of the noise. Eliza gripped onto my hair, pulling it roughly as my pace became erratic.
After a few more thrusts, I was in heaven. The feeling of her tightening around my cock propelled me off the edge. I spent myself inside her as her legs shook on top of me. She white knuckled my hair, and I couldn’t care less about the stinging feeling. The only thing I could feel was her, and I knew that this was something I could get addicted to.
My lips found her neck, planting desperate kisses up to her cheek. “You’re fucking amazing, Starlet. I love you. I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Her hands left the back of my head as she nuzzled herself into my neck. “God, doesn’t that just sound crazy?” she laughed, without opening her eyes.
I tilted her chin outward to face me, and waited for her eyes to open and meet mine. “Those words out of your mouth are the second most beautiful sound in the universe.”
Her eyebrow ticked up. “Second?” I couldn’t contain my smirk or the fact that my face started heating up again.
Before I could say a word she shoved me in the chest. “Parker! You’re fucking disgusting.” A loud, guttural laugh rose up my throat.
“God forbid a man like the sound of the love of his life moaning his name in the throes of passion.”
She huffed and tried to lift herself off me, but I held her back down. “My god, you’re insufferable.”
I wrapped my arms around her waist and nestled my head above her breasts. “Soooo insufferable that you couldn’t even wait till we were off the plane to fuck me senseless.”
Before she could roll her eyes at me again, I flipped us both over, wedging her underneath me on her back. She slid her hand up my arm, stopping to squeeze my bicep. Her eyes dipped down, then back up to mine. “Are you gonna keep making stupid jokes, or are you gonna do it again?”
I shook my head, laughing and nudging my leg in between hers. “Whatever you want, Starlet, you’ve got it.”
