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Title: Sexual Adventures in Beacon Hills Part 41
Show: Teen Wolf
Author: The Chemist
Pairing: Lydia / Parrish
Codes: MF, Oral
Disclaimer: I make no money from this. I don't own or have anything to do with Teen Wolf, especially the characters Lydia and Natalie Martin, Scott McCall, Stiles, Kira Yukimura, Jordan Parrish, Tracy Stewart and Malia Tate
Summary: Season 5 Episode 2 - Lydia joins Parrish for a stakeout. She gets creative in how to kill some time
Lydia Martin was having a pretty normal day, but this was Beacon Hills so of course that didn’t last for long. After having her AP Bio class with Kira and surprisingly Scott, Lydia was headed back to her locker when she came across a classmate of hers. Tracy looked to be in grasp of a nightmare despite standing at her locker in the middle of the day. Even though the redhead was walking right at the girl, Tracy seemed to be looking right past her.
“Tracy?” Lydia called out as she approached. When she was about a foot away, Lydia gave the slender girl a shake on her shoulder. “Tracy!”
“Ah!” Tracy said as her eyes finally focused on the redhead.
“Are you all right?” Lydia asked. When the only reply was the girl looking frightened, Lydia made a suggestion. “How about we go outside?”
Lydia had the rest of the day off school so she was in no rush to take Tracy outside for some air. It seemed to do her some good as she looked less frightened, though she wasn’t too talkative. Lydia was able to get that Tracy had been having a night terror when she came across her, which prompted the redhead to bring Tracy to her mother, who was the school’s new councillor. And that’s when Lydia learnt that Tracy had already been to see her mother earlier in the day, and it was during that appointment that the scared girl threw up a bellyful of black feathers.
“I know what parasomnia is, mom,” Lydia practically rolled her eyes.
Mother and daughter were talking in Natalie’s classroom was Tracy waited outside. And to be fair to Ms Martin, the last majority of people knew parasomnia by its more common name of night terrors.
“But what about the feathers?” Lydia pressed.
“People with night terrors have done far stranger things than eating their own pillows,” Natalie answered her daughter, which earned her a scoff and eye-roll from the teenager. “And anyway, I already told her to take the rest of the day off, but she said she didn't want to miss the first day.”
“Let me try,” Lydia suggested. “I don't have any more classes.I can take her home and talk to her.”
“Lydia, she's having trouble sleeping. If she needs help beyond that, we'll find her professional help,” her mother explained. “Got it?
“I couldn't agree more,” Lydia answered with a mischievous grin.
* * *
Just like she intended, Lydia brought her new friend Tracy back to her own house, and did indeed call a professional. While her mother clearly meant a psychologist, Lydia’s interpretation was a little different. Instead of a doctor, she opted for someone with knowledge of personal security, as well as being up to date on all things supernatural within Beacon Hills.
Deputy Jordan Parrish was having a boring day out on patrol when a message came through on his cell phone. Happy for the interruption, the young officer read the message and smiled at seeing who sent it. After all, when probably the hottest girl in town messaged you, you tended to smile. Parrish just made sure not to think about the fact that despite having the body of a woman and the sexual experience to match, Lydia Martin was still only entering her senior year of high school.
“18. That still makes her 18 years old and legal,” Parrish reminded himself.
He conveniently omitted the fact that the pair of them had fucked only a few months ago when she was very much still jailbait. However, that was when they were both thinking they were going to die so he gave himself a free pass on that legal transgression. Regardless, he read the text from Lydia and agreed to meet her at someone named Tracy Stewart’s house.
“I don't see any signs of an attempted forced entry,” the deputy said as he inspected the windows inside Tracy’s room. “The latch seems okay.” Turning to face the clearly frightened girl, Parrish asked: “You said something about birds, Tracy?”
“The bird was at the skylight,” she answered, looking to the large opening above her bed. “The one that woke me up.”
“Can I take a look?” Parrish asked. When she nodded, he dragged a chair into position so that he could inspect it. “Tracy, you said the skylight was sealed for weatherproofing.”
“Yeah. Why?” Tracy asked, at which point Parrish pushed up and opened the skylight with ease. He looked out and noted a ton of blood and dead birds on the roof.
“Anything?” Lydia asked when she saw his face changed into a look of horror.
“No. Nothing,” Parrish lied, though he gave Lydia a look that he’d tell her truth once out of earshot of Tracy.
After re-assuring Tracy that the room was safe and to keep everything locked tonight, they left the clearly exhausted girl. With any luck, the girl would pass out and sleep right through until the next morning. However, Lydia had her doubts. After all, it was Beacon Hills and nothing could be as simple as parasomnia.
As they walked to his squad car, Parrish explained his plan. “I can't do anything official right now, but I can come back after my shift tonight and watch the house for a couple of hours.”
“I'll keep you company,” Lydia volunteered.
“I think I'll be okay,” Parrish replied with a little smirk. While she may be a Banshee, or psychic as he liked to think of it, he didn’t think he’d need the help of the teenage girl.
“But this is your own time,” the redhead retorted in a tone that could only be described as flirty.
And just to establish her flirtatious nature, Lydia crossed her arms, which not only squished her already large tits together, but made them press up that little bit higher into Parrish’s line of sight. Though he was disciplined, it took every fiber of his being to not glance down at the redhead’s impressive cleavage.
“I wouldn't do it if I didn't think something strange was going on,” the deputy replied. “I also owe you.”
In that same pleasant tone, Lydia asked. “For what?”
“Three weeks of digging through every piece of old literature and mythology trying to figure out the something strange going on with me,” Parrish explained.
“But we never figured it out,” Lydia replied, flashing her smile, as well as lifting up with her crossed arms to make her tits jiggle within her low-cut top. Continuing to press the point, Lydia made another offer. “I'll bring you coffee.”
“Don't you have school tomorrow?” Parrish asked, trying to remind himself, as well as her that she was still in high school while he was a full grown adult.
With an eye roll, Lydia explained. “One class.” Knowing he was about to ask how she can only have one class, the redhead continued. “I had enough credits to graduate last year.”
“What…” Parrish started to asked, amazed at how smart this beautiful creature was.
“...And I will bring you coffee at midnight if I want to,” Lydia cut him off.
Knowing that once a girl like Lydia Martin set her mind to something that she’d make it happen, Parrish smiled at her and gave in. “Medium Americano. Black.”
As he stepped into his squad car, he could still see the massive smile on the 18 year old’s gorgeous face.
* * *
Parrish had finished his shift before going home and forcing himself to get a few hours sleep. After being in the Special Forces, then being a deputy for several years, Parrish was used to the demands of shift work. As it started getting dark, the man jumped into his SUV and drove back to Tracy Stewart’s house to do this favor for Lydia. He still didn’t know how exactly he felt about the brilliant and gorgeous girl. Well, he did know how he felt about her, considering he thought about her constantly. Plus, if he was being honest, the last dozen times he’d masturbated, he only thought of the redhead when they had slept together as they nearly froze to death several months ago. However, the hang up was she was still a teenager, barely legal.
“Miss me?” Lydia asked as she opened the passenger door and stepped into the SUV.
“Oh hey!” Parrish said, taking his eyes off the Stewart house to accept his coffee from the gorgeous redhead.
“Anything happening?” Lydia asked after they stared at each other for several long seconds.
“As far as I can tell, no one's gone in and no one's come out,” Parrish gave her the update, which earned a frustrated look from the teen girl.
“Sorry I wasted your time,” Lydia eventually said with chagrin.
“Not a total waste,” the deputy said, which made the redhead instantly grin. “I'm just glad Tracy's okay.”
Lydia was happy she had finally got Parrish to flirt back, even a little. This gave the Banshee an opening that she sure as hell wasn’t going to waste. Though she had slept with a number of boys her own age in the past year, she really did mean it when she said she was done with boys. And Deputy Jordan Parrish was most certainly a man.
“I know you said you owed me, but this was clearly above and beyond me doing a little research for you. So please let me thank you,” Lydia said, her green eyes locked onto his.
“You already have,” holding up his coffee, though a little did spill out over the rim and splash on his finger.
Before Parrish could wipe up the little spill or lick it off, Lydia did it for him. Reaching out and seizing his wrist, the horny redhead kept her eye contact with the older deputy as she placed his finger on her tongue, sealed her heavenly lips around the digit and sucked the little coffee spill from him.
“Wow…Lydia…I’m not sure…” Parrish stammered.
“Come on. You’re the one doing me a huge favor on your time off,” Lydia practically begged.
“I want to be here helping,” Parrish replied, still trying to maintain his nice guy image. “Besides, we need to watch for any signs of anything going in or out of the bedroom.”
“We don’t need to. Only you,” Lydia replied as an idea swirled in her mind. “So here’s the deal. For helping me out with this little project, you get a world class blowjob. All you have to do is keep watch.”
Parrish opened his mouth to protest then shut it again and thought. Lydia was 18 years old and clearly into him. Why was he fighting it so much? In his silence, Lydia took it as permission, thus she pivoted in her seat to face him and tied her hair in a ponytail behind her to keep it out of her way.
“But what if someone sees your head in my lap?” Parrish weakly protested, his resolve clearly faltering.
With a roll of her eyes due to his modesty, Lydia thought it through before answering. “Push your seat back as far as it goes.”
“Are you sure?” Parrish asked, giving her a final chance to rethink things.
“Jordan…I want to suck your cock so please, please, please let me suck it, okay?” Lydia all but begged.
Unable to argue with such a stated desire, Parrish did as he was told by reaching down to the latch on the side of his seat and pushing back his chair as far as it would go. Though it was going to be a bit of a tight fit, where there was a will, there was a way. Sliding from her seat, Lydia deftly maneuvered onto her knees underneath the steering wheel with her legs just out of the way of the pedals. If she was 5’4 or more than 110 pounds then this wouldn’t have worked, but likely she found herself kneeling on the foot mat.
“This is my job,” Lydia said after lightly slapping away Jordan’s hand as he tried undoing his belt.
Parrish wasn’t going to argue with her request mainly because it was goddamn sexy watching a woman, especially one as smoking hot as Lydia Martin do it for him. Sure enough, by the time she had things undone and required him to lift his ass from the leather chair to pull them down the rest of the way, the lucky man was rock hard.
“Is this for me?” Lydia asked in mock innocence.
The redhead was clearly in the mood to have fun and after thoroughly making sure she was okay with this, Parrish was all the happier for it. Even though they had hooked up that one time in the deep freezer, they hadn’t followed up on it due to typical supernatural craziness in Beacon Hills. His thoughts were snapped back to the present as Lydia, still playing the innocence act, extended her tongue fully so that the very tip just touched his piss slit. Wagging it several times accomplished her goal in getting his first moan, not to mention his attention solely on her.
“Tell me what you want,” Lydia said, wanting Jordan to demand she suck his cock.
“Please get my dick in your mouth,” he gave in, wanting so much more than a few licks from the redhead.
Lydia gave an awed look up at her new crush, as if it was an honor for him to allow Lydia Martin to suck his cock. Always a showman, Parrish felt the teenager grip the base of his cock before using her tongue on his rod once again. However, rather than just a little flick at his head, this time Lydia used the broad part of the wet muscle to lick the underbelly of his 8-inch dick from root to head. She performed this three other times, one time each to either side and the top side before Parrish felt the warm moist environment of her mouth enveloped the head.
“Ahhh,” Parrish sighed, spreading his legs wider and letting himself sink a little deeper into the chair as Lydia pushed more of his cock into her mouth.
Lydia had her fair amount of flaws, but when it came to performing oral sex (or sex in general), Lydia Martin was flawless. In their first and only time together, the redhead hadn’t had a chance to orally please the deputy given their tight confines, but now she was certainly going to make up for that.
“Oh wow! God, yes,” Parrish swore as he bit his own knuckle to keep from moaning louder.
Feeling lips grip around his cock snapped the lucky man back to the present. Lydia had ceased simply licking his cock and was now getting down to brass taxes. Opening her mouth wide, Lydia gave a small bob of only his head, her lips lightly thumping over the ridge of where the shaft met its tip. After that brief introduction, Lydia’s next descent down his pole was taking a good 5 inches into her mouth. It was just enough of his manhood that his sensitive head didn’t repeatedly smash against the hard palate in the back of her mouth, but only just barely. Having her range, the curvy Banshee built momentum and gave the seated man a dozen bobs of her red head in quick succession.
“Oh dear Lord!” Parrish groaned, resting a hand on the top of her head.
She appreciated the compliment, but she wasn’t going to be getting a big head. Instead, Lydia was going back down, performing another handful of lightning fast bobs of her head, taking over half his cock in each stroke before pulling off him. A quick intake of air and the redhead was back to work, but her speed vanished and Parrish could feel her lips as they slid down his pole, inch by inch. She passed the 5-inch mark and the lucky man felt his tip poke the back of her mouth. Knowing what came next, it took Lydia only an instant to relax her throat, opening her gullet fully for him. Pushing her head downward at the same speed, his cock slipped into Lydia’s throat without any sputter or gag.
“Jesus Christ,” Parrish groaned.
Though capable of holding in her gullet for much longer, Lydia was just starting her oral performance and wanted to keep it moving. Therefore, as soon as her nose was pressed against his flat abdomen, she was pulling back, her lips massaging every inch of his slobbery manhood as she retreated. Wanting to prove to him that her deep throating his big dick wasn’t a fluke, Lydia repeated the feat. Thus, the teenager bobbed once to the 3-inch mark, twice to the halfway point of his cock then relaxed her throat and took him completely into her mouth, down to his balls. In fact, Lydia even found the time to extend her tongue and actually give his nuts a little lick as she held all 8 inches of hard dick in her gullet.
“How is that even possible?” Jordan commented, amazed at her oral skills.
“God this dick is so nice,” Lydia cooed, her fist stroking him a mile a minute due to how slippery his flesh was from her spit.
Lydia resumed her blowjob, not caring in the slightest if any of Tracy’s neighbors could see her masterclass in oral sex. Amazingly, Parrish was still keeping one eye out at Tracy’s room, though the larger part of his brain was focused on deriving every ounce of pleasure from Lydia’s lips, tongue and throat. Going right back to work, the redhead performed another salvo of head bobs with the first 5 inches of dick pistoning into her mouth before she relaxed her throat and swallowed all 8 inches at one time. Her throat bulged out as it was filled with hard cock, her nose pressing into the neatly trimmed patch of pubes Parrish kept and his balls met her chin. Holding herself there for a lengthy time, long enough that she had to actually not gag on his cock, Lydia eventually pulled away. This time as she did so, her pretty face was red, his cock had more saliva covering it and there were even several strings of spit connecting her mouth to his pole.
“Has any woman ever took you into her throat before?” Lydia asked, her hand stroking him as her mouth went low to lick him from base to tip.
“Ahh…no. You’re the first,” Jordan answered.
“Lucky me,” she winked up at him.
“Trust me, I’m the lucky one here,” the deputy replied, bringing a little giggle from both of them.
“Fair enough,” Lydia agreed.
As she leaned back to his lap, this time Lydia showed the lucky man she wanted to be her boyfriend the other end of the spectrum. While her last several bobs on his cock were slow and she kept her face in his crotch for a good 10 seconds, this time Lydia went for speed while taking all of him. Essentially using her mouth to fuck him balls deep, Lydia kept her throat relaxed as she rocketed her gorgeous face down into his lap. Once Lydia had impaled her mouth fully with his cock, making her throat bulge, she retreated back up with length. With only his tip remaining between her lips, Lydia reversed course until her nose was smashing against his stomach. Despite the fact that the constant barrage of deep throats would make her voice a little hoarse and all the blows her nose was taking was causing her eyes to mist, it was well worth it given how much Parrish was grunting.
“Jesus Christ, Lydia,” Parrish hissed through clenched teeth as his hand subconsciously tightened to make a fist with her red locks.
“Oh sorry,” Lydia played, as if she had anything to apologize for. “Should I slow down?”
This time instead of taking him back into her mouth, Lydia tilted her head sideways and ran her lips up and down the side of his shaft. Not forgetting about the other side, Lydia turned her head all the way to that side next, tossing her luscious red locks over her shoulder in order to massage his cock with her lips as her tongue glided along the underbelly.
“Oh God no. Don’t do that,” Parrish answered honestly.
“Thought so,” she grinned in response.
Instead of rubbing her lips back along his cock, Lydia went back to deep throating. This time she gave the lucky man no warm up and simply parted her lips, relaxed her throat and pushed all 8 inches into her mouth at one time. She held him in her throat, her lips wrapped around his base and flashed her piercing green eyes up to meet Parrish, who she knew would be watching her suck him off. She held his gaze as she bobbed up and down, spending no time to make the transition from retreating along his spit covered shaft to plummeting back down it. Once every 3 to 4 times she deep throated him, Lydia would take an extra second to hold him in her gullet so she could make a side-to-side motion with her head, which only accelerated how much sooner he’d need to cum into her mouth. In fact, the latest time she did this, Lydia stayed down on his dick for almost 10 full seconds until she pulled all the way off for a gulp of air.
“You are something special,” Parrish commented as her face returned to a normal shade of pink instead of the deep red it was periodically becoming during her deep throating exhibition.
Lydia didn’t reply as she had more important things to do, such as suck the big dick in front of her face until it exploded into her mouth. Keeping her throat relaxed and mouth in a perfect O shape, the teenager thrust her head down with speed. If this move was done with poor aim or not having your throat opened enough could cause damage for both him and her, luckily Lydia was a professional when it came to sucking cock. Therefore, Lydia slammed her face down until her throat bulged with cock and her lips touched the base, at which point she reared back until she was 6 inches away from his manhood.
“Oh my God! Jesus, Lydia,” Parrish practically screamed as she threw her face down into his lap once more with the same reckless abandonment.
With each successive bob of his entire cock going down her throat, the amount of distance Lydia pulled away from him shrank until she was leaving the tip on her mouth before bobbing back forward. Resuming her normal deep-throat variety of blowjob, Lydia was in constant motion as her lips and throat tried desperately to milk the cum right from Parrish’s balls.
“Lydia…I…” Parrish hissed, getting closer and closer to his sweet release.
“Someone need to cum?” Lydia asked while stroking him with her hand only.
“So badly,” Parrish agreed immediately.
“Then give me your cum, baby,” Lydia practically begged from her knees.
Knowing that her man wouldn’t last much longer, Lydia went for the kill. Shortening her strokes with her mouth so that she was only sucking on the first 5 inches, the less distance meant a much faster blowjob. With all the spit covering his shaft, his pecker was practically frictionless which meant Lydia’s lips could go that much swifter as a result. Using her peripheral vision to spy his hands tightening on the arm rests, Lydia used one last trick and took him all the way, deep throating him once again before pulling off and resuming her half-cock length bobs.
“Jesus! Cumming!” Parrish screamed loud enough for even the pilot to hear.
The moment Lydia felt the first squirt of cum against the roof of her mouth she treated Parrish to shooting the rest of his load directly into her stomach. Shoving her face forward, Lydia deep throated him for the last time so that his next blast of semen was in her throat immediately. The sudden balls deep sucking made the climaxing Parrish squirm in his chair from pleasure overload, yet the kneeling redhead kept his dick firmly in her gullet. Knowing she wanted to be taking his semen right down her throat, Parrish reached down with both hands and held the back of her head in place, making a retreat for Lydia impossible. Of course, the curvy redhead had no intention of going anywhere, content taking stream after stream of warm cum into her throat and into her tummy.
Lydia had several ways of knowing a man was spent. For one, it had been a few seconds since any more of his sperm shot down her throat. Secondly, the iron grip that he had on the back of her head with both hands had fallen away. Third, his grunts had turned to shudders as Lydia continued stimulating his hyper sensitive cock. And even if she missed all those signs, the fact he wasn’t lifting his ass off the leather chair anymore to essentially fuck her face as he came was another sign. Therefore the teen girl slowly pulled her mouth from his cock, eye contact the whole time, until her lips pulled away from his manhood for the final time.
“Wow,” was all Parrish could find the words to say.
“You were right. The night wasn’t a total waste,” Lydia smiled as she wiped the corner of her mouth and got back into her own seat.
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