Chapter 18
Jackson
Pete looked edible as he came into the kitchen wearing a navy short-sleeved button down and dark grey denim pants. It had been too long since we’d been alone.
“Hey, sexy,” he greeted with a beaming smile aimed right at me.
“Hi, baby,” I said. I was in front of him in seconds, hauling his body up from the floor as I picked him up into my arms. Then I kissed him.
He moaned as his legs crossed behind my back, his hands holding onto my nape as we deepened the kiss.
This was what I needed. Pete. His taste. His scent. Everything Pete.
“God, I’ve missed you,” I whispered against his soft lips.
“I’ve missed you, too.” His lips met mine again, eager, needy.
It was so perfect. Had Mike not waited for us at the apartment this would’ve been what we would have been doing.
Instead, Mike had sat there on the couch beaming at us and been ready to tell us everything about his trip to Japan.
He hadn’t even questioned why we were holding hands, or why Pete was there in the first place.
I took it as a good sign that he truly didn’t mind us being together, even in front of him.
Not that I dared kiss Pete in front of him just yet.
There was no reason to push our luck. When Mike had finished telling us everything, it had gotten dark out, and Pete had asked me to drive him home, much to my horror and dismay, but one look at Mike had told me it was the right move.
As soon as I’d returned, Mike had told me he’d come home earlier to talk to Vera. She’d ignored his calls and texts, and now that he was home it sadly hadn’t changed.
Mike had believed time apart would’ve helped things between them, and I wasn’t about to tell him how wrong that sounded.
He knew very well by now that it hadn’t.
So, while Pete had been hard at work, I’d been on Mike duty, helping him get over Vera and spending some much-needed quality time with him.
Pete had worked and seen Dylan a lot, which both he and Dylan had needed too.
So, it seemed my plan on not parting from Pete ever again wasn’t really a realistic one.
But now, with him in my arms, everything was right in the world again.
A tentative hand sneaked down towards my crotch, which rested against his. What was my sweet baby up to? I groaned into his mouth as he palmed my dick. Even through my jeans it felt amazing. I was starved for his touch.
“If you keep going, we won’t make it to lunch,” I warned him.
“I’d rather eat you.”
I groaned. “You’re killing me here. I’m trying to be good, baby.”
“I don’t want that. I want you to be bad.”
Those words. Fuck, how could I deny him? “Here? You want me to suck you off in your mom’s kitchen?” Because I was all for that, but I doubted Pete was.
“Oh, yeah, you’re right. Is Mike home?” he asked with hopeful eyes.
I nodded, then let out a disappointed sigh. “He’ll be home for the next month, working on writing down everything about his trip.”
He groaned in frustration. “My room, then. It’ll have to do. At least we’re alone.” It sounded more like a statement than a fact, and I eyed him.
“Yes, I know we’re alone? Why did you say it like that?”
“No reason, I just wanted to state that I want you to take me to my room where we will be alone.”
Okay then… Ignoring that, I carried him up the stairs, feeling my knees protest the entire way up. I would just need to exercise more, if only so I could carry my Pete around whenever I pleased.
Kicking his door shut behind us, I placed him on his bed and crowded him with my body, licking his neck and jaw, then kissing him as I rubbed my dick against his.
He whimpered. “Clothes. Off.”
I had never gotten undressed that fast before in my life, but I’d also never been as starved for another man like I was for Pete, so it all checked out.
I stood naked, admiring Pete’s eyes on me as he fumbled with his buttons.
“Here, let me,” I offered, unbuttoning his shirt while he continued to ogle my body.
“Please tell me you’re going to fuck me,” he pleaded. Damn, he was perfect.
“Like I could go another day without being inside you? Baby, I’m literally dying here.” That had him giggling, his eyes so damn happy and excited.
He pushed his pants down, leaving the sexiest pairs of boxers on.
How was it possible that he looked so good in both lace and boxers?
Like I was getting the best of both worlds.
As if he somehow knew I loved both. The boxers had to go, though.
It had been too long since I’d seen his cock, and I was not about to wait any longer.
My fingers grazed his sides, then I pushed them all the way off, kissing his hard cock as I kneeled in front of him.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” I asked, glancing up at his lust-filled eyes.
He bit his bottom lip and shook his head.
The cutest fucking thing ever. I was so done for.
“Well, you are. And all mine too.” I sucked his cock into my mouth, wanting a little taste before fucking him.
Then my hands found his ass and… I groaned around his length.
He had a plug in. He truly was trying to kill me.
I let go of his cock and pushed the plug further in, making him whimper. “Was this for me? Had you truly planned on eating lunch with that inside you?”
He nodded. “I wanted to be ready… Wanted you to fuck me… Without waiting.” I kept pushing the plug around, testing just how ready he was for me. He truly kept surprising me, looking all innocent with his big brown eyes, only to show up wearing a plug and wanting me to take him.
“You’re such a wonderful surprise, baby.
Always proving just how damn perfect you are for me.
” I kissed his cock once before standing.
“Lube?” He pointed to the drawer and moved onto his stomach.
“No, baby. I’m not fucking you from behind.
I need to see you. Next time we can do it with you on all fours, but not our first time. ”
He could only nod as he got onto his back again, pushing his legs up and showing me the pretty black plug.
I took the offered lube and then slowly teased the plug out.
“Condoms?” I knew he was a virgin, not that he’d told me, but I dared hope as much.
I wanted to be his first. After this we would both get tested, and then I would take him raw.
Huh, my dick seemed to perk up at that idea. No, not idea, promise.
“Also in the drawer,” he groaned as I pushed two fingers inside him. With my free hand I found the condoms.
“Did you buy those for us?” I couldn’t help asking.
He nodded eagerly. “Not for someone else?” He shook his head, his eyes sure.
“Good boy.” His eyes widened, then filled with what could only be described as wonder.
“You liked that, huh? Are you going to be good for me? Want to please me?” He nodded, truly eager and beaming with need.
Fuck, how? How could a man be specially made for me?
Pete was everything I’d ever wanted. The perfect partner.
I loved everything about him. Love. This was what love felt like.
I almost faltered my movements; this love discovery would have to wait. I had a needy Pete to take care of.
I added a third finger and swallowed his cock at the same time, making it easier for him to open up for me. He was taking my fingers so well, and I couldn’t hold off anymore, neither could he. He was fisting the sheets with one hand and the other held my hair in a firm grip.
“Please.” It was barely a whisper. Pete was needing release and could barely voice it out of pure desperation.
For me. It was a thrill like no other. Normally I would need to feel totally in control, but with Pete, I felt like I could give him control easily without it being uncomfortable for me.
He trusted me completely, and I him. Was that what I had missed from sex?
Complete trust? I’d trusted my partners over the years enough to go through a scene with them, but never like this.
Maybe it was because I loved Pete, maybe it was just because it was Pete. No matter the reason, my man needed me.
I removed my fingers, making him whimper, but when his glazed eyes saw me pulling on the condom, he visibly relaxed, knowing I would take care of him. I would forever take care of my Pete. My baby.
“You ready for me?” I knew he was, but I also knew he was in charge here. This being Pete’s first time—I would ask him later if it truly was—he needed to feel somewhat in control. Even though I knew he trusted me, I owed him the chance to voice his concerns, or to tell me if he needed more prep.
“So. Fucking. Ready,” he panted, lifting his ass up, beckoning me to take him.
“You’re so amazing, baby. I can’t wait to show you just how much I want you.” Then I pushed in, slowly, taking in his responses as I moved in inch by inch. Fuck, he was perfect. Tight, hot, and all mine. “So good, baby. So perfect.”
“More. I can take more,” he gritted out, pushing down so I was forced further inside him.
We moaned together, the pleasure of finally being inside him was much more than just the normal pleasure of having sex, this was Pete, and I’d never experienced more fulfillment than this.
This was pure contentment and euphoria mixed together.
The look in Pete’s eyes said everything, they were wide, excited, content, and filled with so much need.
I pushed my ass back and then thrusted inside much harder this time, making him groan and whimper as I continued the same pace, forceful thrusts, slowly out but fast in, hitting his ass hard.
Then I upped the pace, fucking into him faster, but less brutally, moving around until I hit that perfect spot inside him.
“Fuck!” he yelped, then came on impact, painting his belly and my chest with his cum. “Pete….”
I would always remember exactly where to hit from now on.
I had so many plans for my baby, but I needed to come fast before he’d get too overstimulated, so I upped the pace, reaching my own peak.
I came looking into his eyes. Showing him just how much he meant to me.
I cried out in pleasure, then collapsed next to him.