Chapter 26 Pete
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
PETE
The answer was a resounding yes. There were decent tacos to be had in Moscow, and thanks to our new friend, Harry, we are back at the hotel after picking up said tacos and dropping him off at his home, chowing down on some delectable Mexican cuisine.
“Slow down there, bird boy,” Elias says as I finish my third taco.
“That’s Falcon, smart guy,” I say before reaching for a fourth one.
“Why don’t I get a name?” Wren asks from Jagger’s lap, where she’s currently perched.
“Because you already have a bird’s name,” I tell her.
“We are not using bird names,” Sly says, sounding annoyed. “Let’s just put a big red X through that idea and forget about it.”
“You’re no fun,” I pout at him.
“You still haven’t come up with a decent group name. Why don’t you worry about that?” Elias says before biting into his second taco.
“Hmm,” I hum in thought, knowing he’s right. I watch as Wren holds up a taco over her shoulder for Jagger to take a bite from. She’s so fucking sweet, I just want to take a bite out of her.
Maybe our name should be something to do with food, as it had been one of the ways we had bonded as a group.
“The Nibblers,” I say aloud, regretting it instantly.
Elias raises an eyebrow at me as if I’m a moron, and I shake my head.
“Forget that,” I say, quickly trying to come up with something better. “The Hungry Heroes.”
“Dude,” Dex says, shaking his head at me. “They’re getting worse. Let someone else take a stab at it.”
“I don’t see anyone else offering up any ideas,” I say, gesturing to everyone as some lettuce flies from my taco onto the floor. Whoops.
“What about the Iron Widows?” Dex suggests.
“Hmm, not half bad.”
“No, that’s terrible. It makes us sound like a bunch of women,” Elias says, shaking his head.
“Let's hear your idea then, if it’s so easy,” I prod him.
“Okay,” Elias says, his brows pinched as if thinking this hard hurts his brain. “How about the Grave Diggers?”
Crap. That’s pretty good. “We’ll put it on the list,” I tell him.
“Oh, there’s a list?” he asks mockingly. “What else is on it?”
“Oh wow, look at the time!” I say, looking at my empty wrist. “It’s already movie time.” I ignore Elias’s smug face as I move to the couch and queue up Back to the Future III. We’d already watched the first two, and Wren loved them.
It doesn’t take long for the sound of Wren’s bare feet to move closer as she rounds the couch and smiles at me. She’s wearing her black jeans today and a loose-fitting white crop top, showing off her creamy skin around her waist.
“Come here.” I make grabby hands at her, and her eyes turn heated as she walks right into them, letting me pull her into my lap and straddle me. She traces a finger around my jaw as I study her.
Sometimes I find it hard to look away. I’m like a moth drawn to a flame; we all are, and as if on cue, the rest of the guys make their way over to us.
Dex and Jagger bring cans of soda and pass them out as Wren reluctantly moves out of my lap, but stays at my side as I wrap my arm around her.
Jagger sits on her other side, and the rest settle around us as I press play.
Wren enjoys every part of the movie, but I can see she really enjoys the love story part of it, sighing when they kiss. When the movie is over, we decide to watch Die Hard since Christmas is getting closer, even though Sly feels the need to declare it’s not a Christmas movie.
Wren changes position and lies her head in Jagger’s lap, her legs sprawled across mine.
Wanting to touch her soft skin, I suggest, “Why don’t you take your pants off?
” Her eyebrows lift in surprise, but I see the heat there, too.
I chuckle. “I just meant so I can rub your calves. Your jeans can’t be comfy for lounging in, can they? ”
“Not really,” she concedes. “You don’t mind?” she asks, sitting up and glancing at everyone. I try not to laugh at the question, like any of us were going to mind her taking her clothes off.
When everyone gives their approval, she stands, undoing them and doing a little shuffle to pull them past her thighs, revealing a pink thong.
A groan escapes me when I see her bare ass, but she acts like she isn’t a tempting little vixen as she sits back down and resumes her position. I start to rub her legs and regret my idea to get her out of those pants. It just makes her more tempting.
I do my best to focus on the movie, but I’d much rather watch her. And I’m not the only one. Jagger isn’t even pretending to watch the movie anymore, his head tilted down as he watches his hands move up and down her arm.
His movements get bolder, his hand moving to her waist before he slowly starts tracing the edge of her panties with his finger.
I wonder how she’s so unaffected by all of this until I really focus on her face.
She might be looking at the TV, but her lips are parted and her cheeks pink.
Her breath is a little erratic and short, and I can see her fingers digging into the couch cushion by her hip.
I start to move my hands further up her leg as Jagger dips the tip of a finger into the front of her panties. The tiniest noise of her sharp inhale reaches my ear, and I wrap my hand around her thigh, right above her knee, and slowly lift it toward the back of the couch, opening her up for Jagger.
Letting my arm drop in front of her leg, I keep them spread and now have an unobscured view of her pretty pink panties and the treasure that’s beneath.
Jagger’s hand moves in further, and I can tell he's rubbing his fingers through her slit by the way his hands are moving. When his hand curves and a small moan escapes her, I know he’s inside of her.
I lick my lips, wishing it's me inside of her. I find it amusing that she’s trying to stay quiet, but I don’t know if it’s because she doesn’t want the others to know, which they already do, or if it's because she thinks she might break the spell she has over him if she’s too loud.
Either way, it’s adorable, and I decide I can’t wait as I shove her panties aside and find Jagger’s finger and press mine tightly to it as I push my way inside with him. His eyes widen a fraction as he turns his head to me in question.
I shrug, grinning at him as I continue to push my finger all the way in to match his. He pulled his partially out before pushing back, and I take the opposite rhythm, so one of our fingers is always inside of her.
I’d never considered doing this to her before, but it’s pretty hot, having her take two of us at once. She seems to think so, too, since she suddenly drops all pretense of staying quiet and cries out loudly, her hand swinging around to grip my shoulder as we continue working her up.
“Yes!” she cries after a few minutes. “I’m gonna come!”
I use my thumb to rub her clit as Jagger yanks up her crop top, pushes down her bra, and pinches her nipple, sending her right over the edge. Her channel clenches around me tightly, making me groan, wishing it were my cock.
The second I have that thought, I can’t get the image of fucking her out of my head.
I turn toward her and pull her closer to me as Jagger pulls his hand free.
Her head is still in his lap, but I don’t care.
Only one thing is driving me right now, and I know I’m not alone as Wren reaches for my pants, helping me to shove them down to my knees along with my boxers as I kneel between her legs.
I grab my cock and give it a few pumps before running my hands through her folds, scooping up some of her juices, and using them to lube myself up.
I test her quickly, sticking a finger in her, and she moans.
She’s still nice and wet, so I line myself up and don’t hesitate to thrust my hips into her.
She cries out, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I duck my head, latching on to one of her nipples as I start thrusting against her.
“Peter! Yes! Harder!” she cries, making me growl as I obey. I kiss up her chest to her neck, sucking on a soft spot below her ear before I kiss her.
It’s sloppy and wet and perfect for how I feel right now. Out of control. “You drive me crazy,” I tell her. “Teasing me all day with your sexy little body. Pretending you don’t know, I’m ready to snap at any moment.”
“Yes!” she cries out when I slap the side of her ass.
“You’re my dirty little girl, aren’t you?” I whisper before kissing her again. “Are you going to come for me first?” I ask her.
“Together,” she whispers, making me love her even more.
I nod frantically. “Yes, together.” I continue to thrust, feeling my balls tighten as my release starts to press forward faster than I expected. “Now, baby,” I tell her as Jagger reaches between us and pinches her nipple.
She screams out just as I lose my hold, my cum shooting into her as I strain to hold myself still. She quivers beneath me, her pussy clamping down on my cock, feeling even better than I remember.
I look at her beautiful eyes as she smiles up at me and know that this is the place where I belong, not in Russia, or this suite, but between her legs with her smiling up at me. It’s heaven.