Parker & Eliza - “Dirty Dreams” NSFW (Patreon)

Who would’ve thought the first official OA smut would be these two? And also not even real 😂 Oh well, I still had fun writing Parker’s dirty dream… and of course it ended up a little more romantic than intended 👀

-PARKER’S POV-

My eyes were rolling back into my head after trying to work with Eliza through this damned scene for nearly 2 hours. By now, everyone else had gone home. Seneca wanted this scene sorted today, so I was now stuck here alone in the theater on a Friday night with Eliza fucking Highland. As always, she was making my life more difficult than it needed to be.

Neither of us had spoken for about 10 minutes now, cooling off after our latest argument. She was sat on stage, angrily flipping through her script, and I was down in the audience, picking at the paint on the arm of my chair. Every now and again, my ears would pick up the faint sounds of her grumbles and hisses. It was difficult to tell whether she was more pissed at the paper in front of her or at my presence.

Fed up, I finally break the silence. “Something on your mind?”

Her head snapped up, a scowl painted across her face. “What?”

“Obviously I’m frustrated!” She threw her hands up, throwing her script down onto the floor of the stage. When she moved, her breasts bounced. The bright stage lights made the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra today very clear to me. It was taking every ounce of my strength to keep my eyes from wandering to her pert, perfect nipples all night. Until now.

Either she ignored or didn’t notice my leering gaze as she continued to barrel through her rant. Not that I could pay attention to any of it, with her fierce presence and tantalizing body distracting me far more than usual.

I lean forward, forcing her wild eyes to catch mine for a fleeting second. I was testing her patience, but that’s what I wanted. What I always wanted. “Are you acting like a brat because of this scene or because of my presence?”

She scowled at me. “I thought I told you not to speak to me unless it was about work only.”

My lip twitched. Right, her little restraining order threat. Of course I knew she was full of it, but I wont lie and say that it didn’t sting to hear her say it. I blew air through my nose and continued, “are you going to keep letting your anger get in the way of your acting?”

Oh, if looks could kill.

There was a fiery blaze in her eyes now, ready to ignite me and burn me to a crisp. Somehow, I think I’d welcome it. I embrace her contempt, her rage, I am invigorated by anything she is willing to give me that isn’t stone cold apathy.

As quickly as it burned, the wild inferno was snuffed out. It was replaced by a darkness I didn’t recognize. Her eyes hooded, and her voice dropped. “Why don’t you come over here and show me how it’s done?”

Surely I’m going to need an ambulance because I think my lungs, my heart, and my brain all came to a screeching halt at once. This is the last thing I could have ever possibly predicted. Was Eliza… flirting with me? No, it can’t be. She was always egging me on, pushing my buttons, raising my blood pressure. Now she was raising something else entirely…

Good lord god, I needed to get a grip. Too much time passed with neither of us moving or making a sound. My mouth was dry, so dry and my head was reeling. Fuck it. I had to know. I had to know what she wanted and if it was the same thing I’ve wanted for longer than I’ll ever care to admit.

Finally, I clear my throat, “do not tempt me with shit you don’t mean, starlet.” My voice was grave, hopefully enough to mask the trepidation buried underneath.

“Oh, I mean it,” she scoffed, before hopping down off the stage and onto the floor. Her barely-there skirt fluttered and her tits bounced as she moved.

I could show you a lot of fucking things, starlet.

In that moment, my body began to move without my brain’s permission. Before I can stop myself, before I can even register the pain shooting up my legs from standing up, I was trapping her between my body and the stage’s edge. She had no time to protest or react before my lips were on hers.

The rational side of me thought she would have shoved me away or yelled at me. But some small, insane part of me—the one that compelled me to move in the first place—knew that she would grip onto the collar of my shirt, and pull me closer against her.

My kiss was ferocious, and her untamed energy matched mine, finally releasing something I didn’t even know I was holding back. My hands slid down her sides, burning into her hips and rocking them into me. She groaned into my mouth at the feel of my hardness between her legs.

Now that I’d taken the first steps, and had her in my grasp, I needed to know how far I could take this. Was she going to shove me off soon, and we’d just bark at each other like usual, before pretending this never happened? Or was she craving this just as much as I had been? I guess, there was only one way to find out.

Everything then seemed to move in rapid succession. She gasped when I pushed her tank top up, her bare tits bouncing out. I massaged one, before brushing my thumb over her nipple. The little noises she let out, and the ways her body reacted to everyone of my touches told me exactly what I’d been dying to find out.

Ever impatient, her hands slid up my shirt until I backed away to pull it off. My skin was now warm and flush against hers, no barrier between her chest and mine. She quickly closed any distance between us again, her tongue plunging back into my mouth.

I slid my hand up her thigh, waiting for her to stop me before I reach inside her skirt. When she doesn’t, I push her lace thong to the side and trail my lips up toward her ear. “You’re fucking dripping, starlet. Is that just for me?” She responded with a scowl and a delicate moan as I nibbled and kissed under her ear.

For the first time since I’d known her, Eliza Fucking Highland was speechless. All I could hear was her shallow breathing as my finger explored through her wet folds. She was always fighting me, resisting me, but now I had her at my mercy. And I wanted more.

Without warning, I spun her around, my hand pressed to the small of her back, bending her over the edge of the stage. I flipped her skirt up and pulled her panties down then off.

“You know,” I groan, taking a handful of her ass, “I think about doing this every time you talk back to me like that.” My hand withdrew, before landing swiftly back down onto her skin.

She cried out, her ass now flushing pink from my slap. I caressed my hand over the mark, unsure if I’d gone too far. “Was that too much for you, Highland?”

“No,” she responded, breathless.

“Do you want me to do it again?”

She did not hesitate. “Yes.”

My lip curled, and I spanked her again. She choked out a moan this time, her entire body rocking forward. Again and again, I watched her ass jiggle and turn red hot from my hand.

Her pussy was glistening, juices trailing down her inner thighs. I breathe out a laugh, “you like this, don’t you?” She moaned in response, and I spank her harder. “Is that why you’re always disobeying me? So I’d punish you like this?”

She whined, arching her back. “Yes, yes.” I deliver one final smack over her ass before pushing two fingers inside her. Her squeals and moans echoed throughout the theater as I pumped my fingers in and out of her dripping core.

Her pussy was clenching around my fingers and I could tell she was getting close. “Are you going to come for me?” I dragged my fingers up to her clit, rubbing circles around her swollen skin as her voice grew more breathless.

Pushing my fingers back into her pussy, her hips rocked back into me, riding them. I curl them inside her, setting her off like a bomb. She screamed, her walls tightening around me as she came.

I lift her up to face me again. Her eyes remained locked on mine when I slid my fingers into her mouth, and she licked them clean of her own orgasm. My cock strained in my pants. “Learned your lesson now?”

Her lip quirked, eyes blazing. “Maybe.”

“You’re such a fucking brat,” I grunt onto her lips, my tongue plunging inside her mouth. My hands worked over her breasts as she reached down for my waistband. She lowered my zipper, dipping her hand into my underwear and grabbing for my hard length. I hissed into her mouth as she began to stroke me. Pulling back, I remove my pants and underwear as she sank down in front of me.

Now that was a sight to behold. Eliza Highland, the woman everyone feared, on her knees and pumping my cock with stars in her eyes. She leaned forward, her plump lips wrapping around the tip of my dick. My hand fell into her hair urging her to take more of me into her mouth, which she did without hesitation.

She was eager, so eager to please me, just like I always knew she would be. Every back and forth, every snarky retort, all her bitching was just foreplay for her. She wanted me mad. And like she always did, she got exactly what she wanted from me. I was on fire, doused in heat, fucking her face as tears welled in her shining blue eyes.

God, she was too beautiful. So much that it hurt. So much that I found it hard to even focus. Isn’t that just pathetic? My dick was halfway down her throat, but all I could think about is how devastatingly gorgeous she was. How completely wrong we were for each other. How much I have been wanting her all the time, and not just like this.

When I zone back in, her eyes are still locked onto mine. As my body twitched, I knew I was getting closer to release. Her movements stall when I pull back on her hair. I guide her back up to her feet and press my thumb to her lower lip. “As much as I want to come in that smart mouth of yours, I’m aching to fuck you first.”

Her eyes light up again, and to keep myself from saying something stupid, I turn her around and bend her over the stage. I don’t know how she’s done it but this woman has consumed my every thought for weeks. Now I was beginning to be afraid my mind was wandering too far. When did this become more than just sexual attraction? How did I grow so desperate for her touch, and just her presense?

I guide my cock between her folds, trying not to lose myself to the euphoric feeling of her slick heat. I couldn’t allow myself to get too used to her, to want her this much. It was wrong, all so wrong. Now, I’m beginning to wonder if some quick, dirty fuck could ever be enough. If having her once would ever really get her out of my system? Or if I’m too far gone, that spending all these weeks caring for her and having her slowly open up to me would just be my downfall. No, of that I am certain. Eliza Highland will be my inevitable undoing.

The warmth of her walls was inviting my cock to slide in and I didn’t hold back. If this would be my only chance, I’d savor it. I almost didn’t hear her ragged moans over the sound of my own heartbeat through my eardrums. The feel of her was unlike anything I’d had before, which I guess should come as no surprise. Eliza has always been extraordinary.

For a few moments, I take my time with her. Relishing in every torturously slow thrust, and the tremble of her thighs against me. It’s only when I heard her whimper a low “please” that I lost all restraint. Holding her hips in both hands, I braced myself before driving into her in the way I’ve always wanted to.

She took me so well, her pussy twitching around me with each pump inside her. It wasn’t long before I could feel her inching closer towards another release, and I’m chasing right behind her. I reach for her silky blonde hair, tangling it between my fingers before yanking it backwards. Her head jerked up, and she let out a strangled moan. “Come for me again, starlet,” I rasped, my words barely backed by any breath.

She whined, “oh god, Parker, I-“

Her sentence was cut off by another loud moan, and the feeling of her walls clenching all around me. With that, I am ruined. Ruined for other women, ruined for any other feeling in the world. From now, it was all her. Only her.

My orgasm soon followed, every nerve in my body electrically charged as my release spilled inside her. I half collapsed on top of her, letting go of her hair and wrapping my arms around her waist. After catching my breath, I spun her back around.

I allow myself one last look into her glistening blue eyes and one more kiss. The last kiss I’ll get, deep and full of all the emotion behind words I refuse to say. I melt into her one more time before her soft skin dissolves beneath my fingertips and the white ceiling of my bedroom began to take shape again.

The quiet of the night in my empty apartment is the only thing I hear as sleep drew out of my eyes. I rolled over in my cold bed, no longer finding the embrace of Eliza. My eyes shut again as I take in a deep breath, knowing that when the sun creeps up on the horizon I will be faced with a huge problem.

I am in such deep shit.