Chapter 9
9
ELLE
P eter doesn’t wait for me to tell him I’m ready to be picked up, because of course he doesn’t. From what I can tell, this man he never listens to anyone.
“Good evening, everyone!” he announces as he walks through the front door of the cafe.
“Doesn’t the sign say closed ?” I raise an eyebrow at him.
He gives me that annoyingly handsome smile of his. “Yeah, but the door wasn’t locked.” Then he nods a greeting to my parents. “Susan. Tim.”
“Peter, welcome back.” My mom claps her hands, very obviously thrilled to see him again. “You know, Ella Kate’s been telling us about all the fun she’s having with you. We’re so glad to see her loosen up a bit.”
Peter turns to me with a highly amused expression on his face. I just know he’s going to say something inappropriate, so I shove a broom into his hands to keep him quiet. “Since you’re here, you may as well help.” I straighten out my apron. “I’ll be in the back doing inventory if anyone needs me.”
Mom blocks my path. “Honey, why don’t you leave a little early today?” She winks at Peter over my shoulder. “Your father and I can handle inventory and closing up.”
“But… but I—” I try to protest, but Mom is already untying my apron and slipping it up over my head. “Dad, don’t you need help over there?” I ask in a last-ditch effort.
He barely looks up from the fridge. “Got it all under control, sweet pea.”
My mouth flops open like a fish as I’m literally pushed into Peter’s waiting arms.
“You kids have fun now! And be safe!” Mom calls to us as she ushers us out. Before I can make a beeline back inside, she locks the door, a wide grin on her face. Then, she promptly turns on her heels and goes back to the sandwich counter to help Dad.
“What just happened?” I mumble, pressing my hand to my forehead.
Peter blows a puff of air between his teeth. “Looks to me like you got the night off. Isn’t that a good thing?”
“No!” I shake my head. “I mean… I’m supposed to help them. If I’m not doing my job, then… then?—“
He grabs my shoulders to force my attention to him. “Ella Kate,” he says gently. “It’s okay to let them handle everything for one night. They’ve been doing this for decades, right? It’ll be fine.”
“But they need me. They always need me.” I sound like a petulant child. I can’t help it.
“Of course, they need you. But they can handle it. They would’ve told you if they couldn’t.”
My shoulders sag with defeat. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“I know I’m right. Now, come on. Let’s get some pizza.” He slings an arm around me and guides me to his car.
I assume he means we’re going to eat at the pizzeria around the corner. But, no, we only pop in for a quick second while he grabs a couple of pies for takeout. Somehow, he prepared for me heading out early and leaving right in time for dinner. Kind of suspicious, but I don’t say anything.
We drive to his house, the pizza boxes warming my lap almost as much as my face warms when Peter reaches over to take my hand in his. I feel a little silly getting anxious about him holding my hand when he’s already seen me naked. Very naked, as a matter of fact. But the heart is a funny thing, I guess, and my nerves are getting the best of me.
He sets us up to eat on his couch so we can watch a comedy movie while we enjoy our pizza and sip our beer. It’s relaxed and cozy, and when he stretches his arm around my shoulders, I let myself lean into him, relishing the feel of his chest rumbling beneath my cheek every time he laughs.
I’m barely paying attention to the TV, so I’m surprised when the credits begin to roll. I blink several times, becoming more alert, before looking at my watch to check the time. “Oh, wow. I didn’t realize how late it is.” I sit up straighter on the couch and stretch my arms over my head. “I guess I should get going soon.”
Peter brushes my dark hair off my shoulder and tilts his head to the side with a mischievous look. “Or you could stay a little longer. Say… until morning?”
Ducking my head and biting my lip, I respond, “I’m not sure if that’s such a good idea. I have to work tomorrow, and I need sleep.”
Peter places his fingers under my chin and tilts my face up to look at him. His expression is a mix of hunger and sincerity. “Stay, Ella Kate. I want you to stay with me.”
My heart stutters in my chest and I come to a frightening realization that I’ll do anything he wants, as long as he keeps looking at me like this. I nod, and before I can say anything else, he crashes his lips into mine.
Almost immediately, his tongue is tracing the seam of my lips, and when I grant him access, he’s licking into my mouth with fervor. Every time he kisses me it feels like the first time, like he’s continuously giving me new experiences that make my toes curl and my panties dampen.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he admits, moving those devious lips down the column of my neck. “Thinking about the next time I’d get to see that pretty little pussy of yours again. Thinking about turning your camera on you, so you can see how sexy you look when you’re wet and taking my cock.”
“Oh, God, please keep talking like that.” My fingers thread into his hair as he slips his hand underneath the hem of my shirt to caress my hip.
He pulls back with an intense gaze. “I’m going to fuck you again, sweetheart. Tell me now if you don’t want that, because once I start tonight, I’m not stopping. I don’t want to.”
I begin to nod, but then I remember how he likes me to verbalize what I need. So I confirm out loud, “I want this, Peter. I want you.”
As if my words ignite a spark inside him, he scoops me up bridal-style and carries me to his bedroom. I let out a few surprised giggles and wrap my arms around his neck while pressing kisses along his jaw.
He sets me down on the bed and makes quick work of unbuttoning my pants while I fumble with my shirt and bra. In no time, I’m completely naked in front of him, growing more and more impatient by the second. His dark eyes are lustful as he drags his gaze up and down my body, causing goose bumps to rise on my skin as if he had already started touching me.
“You seem a little overdressed,” I say, nodding to his clothes.
Peter blinks and looks down at himself, as if he only just noticed that I’m the only one naked. Offering me a seductive smirk, he pulls his shirt over his head, and I get a damn good view of his abs and pecs flexing. I don’t even stop myself as my hand drifts between my legs to rub my clit.
“Oh, you like that, sweetheart? You like seeing me strip for you?” he teases once he’s naked and catches me touching myself.
“Yes , ” I whisper as my fingers slip into my pussy.
I’m so distracted by my own motions that I don’t even notice him crouching on the bed until I feel his breath on my inner thighs. Lifting my head, I see him hovering over my mound. His eyes dart to my face when he notices my fingers have stopped, and then, without breaking eye contact, he leans forward and drags his tongue up my dripping slit. Nudging my fingers out of the way, his mouth takes their place as he slowly sucks on my lips before moving to my clit, circling it in a way that makes stars burst in front of my eyes. My head falls back again and I surrender to him completely, my body flooding with sweet bliss.
He alternates between teasing my clit and lapping at my opening with his tongue, swallowing down my arousal as if it were the finest wine he’s ever tasted. I can’t stop myself from moaning, but I don’t think he wants me to stop since every sound I make just seems to encourage him even more.
When he wiggles his tongue inside me, I cry out and grip his hair, unconsciously grinding my hips into his face. Before I can apologize for doing that, he pushes his tongue inside me again and again and again, then adds two fingers to rub against that soft spot hidden somewhere deep.
“Fuck,” I moan as he voraciously eats my pussy.
I grip his hair with both hands and ride his face as my vision starts to blur. The arousal that’s been steadily heating up since he stripped for me now feels like the warmth of the sun beneath the surface of my skin. I’m hot and twitching and so, so close.
“Peter!” I cry out. I can’t seem to think of anything else other than his name and how his fingers are gripping my thighs and the way his mouth feels absolutely salacious as he works me.
Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, and I feel like I’m going to explode, he pulls back, leaving me on the edge. Frustrated and confused, I whimper, my hand sliding down my body toward my throbbing clit. But before I can touch myself, Peter captures my wrists and presses them to the mattress.
“Uh-uh, pretty girl. The only thing you’re coming on right now is my cock. Got it?”
The command in his voice makes me gasp and my pussy clench. I love how he’s so in control that I can relax and not think, and just enjoy what he does to me. When he releases my wrists, I keep my hands where they are, gripping the sheets beneath me. He takes his hard cock in his hand and pumps himself a few times while I squirm under his carnal gaze. As I watch his cock grow impossibly harder, the only thing on my mind is how badly I want to feel him inside me with nothing between us.
“Peter, I…” I don’t know how to ask for what I want because I’ve never done this with anyone else. I’ve never wanted to.
“Tell me what you need, baby. I’ll give you anything you want,” he says, but it’s hard to think straight when he’s sliding the rounded head of his big dick between my slippery pussy lips.
“I just… I want you to… You can trust me.” My thighs spread wider while my hips begin to writhe.
Peter looks confused for a second. Then it hits him and he smirks. “Ella Kate, are you asking me to fuck you raw?”
God, his words are filthy and I love every bit of it.
“Yes,” I breathe out.
“You sure this is what you want? I’ll stop if you change your mind, but it just might kill me.” He chuckles—though there’s a tortured look on his face.
“I won’t. I won’t change my mind. Please,” I beg.
I know he’d never do anything to hurt me and I’m praying my birth control won’t fail us. But I’m desperate to be with him like this. I can’t explain why. I just need it.
Without saying anything else, Peter lines himself up and slowly pushes forward. At his practically glacial pace, I can feel every inch of him stretching me out, until he’s fully inside me and there’s nowhere left for him to go. My breathing has become labored and he kisses up my chest to my ear.
“What a good girl you are, letting me fill you up completely,” he whispers as he pushes against me, even though our bodies are already flush together. He keeps up his casual pace while carefully thrusting his hips, and I begin to soar from the blissful sensations.
I was so close to an orgasm when his mouth was on my pussy. Now, he’s taking me back to that edge, building me up with each glide of his dick, sending zips of lightning shooting through me. I’m gasping and quivering as I reach out and tug him to me, wrapping my body around his while digging my nails into his back.
“Peter, I’m going to come,” I moan.
“Not yet,” he tells me, with a firm suckle on my hardened nipple. “Stay right where you are, sweetheart. I want you to feel this a little bit longer.”
He sounds so composed while I’m about to fall apart, and it just doesn’t seem fair. I press my hips down and clench around him, squeezing him with my velvety core. His pace falters and he groans in my ear. It’s one of the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard and I desperately want to hear it again.
“Naughty girl,” he says, breathless, but the way he says it, being naughty doesn’t seem like such a bad thing.
My hips start to roll. He holds me down with one hand, using the other to pinch my clit. My back bows and I cry out from the extra stimulation.
“I can’t,” I whine, feeling ecstasy-filled tears prick my eyes. “I can’t hold back. Please, let me?—”
“Just a little longer,” he tells me again as he increases to a punishing pace.
I feel like I’m on fire while a few tears leak from the corners of my eyes. I can hear my pussy gushing my arousal as our bodies loudly slap together. If he makes me wait any longer, I think I might combust.
Just when I feel like I can’t take anymore, Peter pushes into me one last time and grits out, “Now, baby. Now, you can come for me.”
Everything explodes as my orgasm crashes into me, and I’m dragged under a wave of euphoria. My head falls back onto the bed while my thighs squeeze his hips, and my pussy clamps down on his pulsing cock like the tightest vise. I’m shaking and gasping and practically having an out-of-body experience that I never want to end.
Peter grunts as his cock twitches while he shoots his hot cum inside me. The thought of him marking my pussy as his has me squeezing around him even tighter. He rocks us together as we lie there, his dick impossibly deep inside me for what feels like minutes on end.
When his cock finally softens, he carefully pulls back and I shiver at the feeling of his cum spilling out of me. In my dazed state, I don’t notice him leave until he comes back and begins gently wiping at my tender pussy with a warm, damp cloth. After cleaning us up, he slips into bed, pulling the blankets over us and spooning me.
“That was intense,” I admit, when my voice finally returns.
He kisses behind my ear, tugging me closer into his embrace. “It was amazing, just like you.”
I hum and let my eyes fall closed, dozing off to the light tickle of his lips on my neck and his hand splayed across my stomach.
“Will you stay with me, Ella Kate?” he whispers, and for a moment, I think he means for more than tonight. But surely that’s not what he meant, and I quickly dismiss the notion.
I don’t even have the energy to verbally answer, let alone actually get up and leave, so I simply nod and let sleep take over.
With his arms around me and his chest against my back, I feel… hopeful. Maybe this crazy thing could work out after all.
Would dating Peter be so bad?