NINETEEN

Holly’s head snapped up to look in his direction and it looked quite intense. “I don’t know Peter,” she said, her voice was filled with uncertainty. “We don’t know. It’s from that night of the party. We never got to know who. I could have known but now I don’t and I’ve been feeling like it’s entirely my fault...” she took a pause and her breath escaped in short shuddering gasps. “I forced her to go to that party and you know, Peter, I haven’t been able to look at her ever since because I think it’s entirely my fault.” 

Peter shook his head side by side, “No, my love.” His voice was soft and even the anger he had in his heart had dissolved into pity and compassion. “Don’t blame yourself for what you’ve not done.”

Holly relentlessly continued the self blame. “It is my fault. She could have been home that night but instead I’d forced her into going against her will. And I’ve not been able to go see her or look at her because I promised to find who’d done this and I failed her.” She dropped her towel from her body and onto the floor. And now, completely naked, and dry, she settled at the edge of the bed. Her back was to Peter and as she continued to speak, she fiddled with tip of the sheets that dangled a little down the edge. “I miss my friend a lot. I haven’t seen Elizabeth since a day after the party that I’d been at her place. What wonderful friend that makes me. It’s over a month!”

It was cold, Holly realized, and her warm shower had done nothing than get her more cold. She shuddered when a wave of cool morning air blew against her. Before she could bend down to grab her towel once again, Peter’s hand as sure and firm had pressed against her shoulder from behind. He got out of bed and stood in front of her, his own towel still wrapped around his waist. Holly noticed the big lump beneath the piece of cotton clothing and before she could even make a comment, Peter tilted her head up, his fingers taken a place beneath her chin. Beneath thick lustrous lashes, Holly was looking at him, her facial expression gentle, almost innocent.

“Look, you’re still young.” Peter began talking on a serious but mild note. “But lately you’ve got too much on you. Work, work again, Elizabeth, trying to be perfect. It’s not your fault things ended up for your friend as it had done. You were working, you were busy. You couldn’t have been everywhere all at once—”

“But—”

Before she could let the sentence slip out of her mouth, Peter pressed his fingers against her lips and shushed her. “No buts.” He told her. “You have to let yourself get some off time. Let the motherly weight off your shoulder. Elizabeth’s your friend, not your daughter. She’s a grown woman, even a few months older than you are. I miss the go-with-vibe Holly. The Holly that’s 21, nonchalant and free? The Hakuna-Matata Holly.”

Holly laughed softly. Her eyes filled up with tears at the reminisce of her life as a young adult. “Lion king used to be my favorite cartoon.” 

Peter continued talking. “Remember that one time we went hiking, you’d been singing Hakuna Matata in the mountains and when your voice echoed and sang back at you, you tried to convince me that was the other you in an alternate universe?” 

Two trail of tears ran down Holly’s cheeks and she’d instantly wiped them away, sniffling and chuckling amusedly as she spoke. “And you bought it, Peter.” Her shoulders shook mildly with the chuckles and more teardrops ran down her face. “You’d believe anything that comes out my mouth.”

“Because you used to be so happy with your make-believe stories.” Peter said, with a smile that caused his eyes to crease. “You used to be so happy. I liked you being happy.” 

Holly repeated. “I used to be so happy.” 

“I want you to be as happy as ever,” Peter said, in a throaty seductive voice. “I want you to be as happy as ever.”

Holly then leaned against Peter’s chest, soaking his skin and the towel in the process with her wet, freshly washed hair. Her palms were pressed against his chest, too, and she was feeling for his heartbeat. Her own heart thudding in sync with his. She could also almost feel the pulsating of his erection against her chest, beneath his towel, and Holly couldn’t deny that she even liked the feel of that. 

She and Peter had been together for six years in total. The first three had been as a situationship and not until three years ago they’d become official. She had no idea if they’d ever amount to anything more than being boyfriend and girlfriend or get past this stage. But she was liking everything, the uncertainty of their relationship, thje fact that it gave her sparks and butterflies.

“You know what’s more fun than going to work right now?” She asked him.

“Tell me. What's more fun?” Peter whispered, in a throaty voice, hugging her into himself the more, with his arms fastened around her bare shoulders. He was taking in big whiffs of her scent and savoring it, till he could feel his member getting even more hard beneath his towel. Her scent had hit him with an overwhelming feeling of nostalgia and he loved it. She smelled like home.

Holly laughed softly into lower abdomen, her body shook with livid force "Why tell you? When I can show you."

She pulled against the piece of clothing around Peter’s waist in one tug and the towel dropped into the floor. His member sprung out the instant the restriction was out of the way. He stood erect, with veins bulging around the skin of his big dick. Holly was excited, her core throbbing with the building up tension. Giggling softly, she wrapped her fingers against him, her eyes drooped from his face to his dick.

“I want you,” she said. “In my mouth.” That first moment when Peter felt the warm breath of Holly getting close to the head of his dick was mesmerizing. “So I can stroke you. Pet you. Love you.” She ran her nails along the inside of one thigh, felt him shudder. “At least half an hour.” Bending again, she closed her mouth over the top of his erection without warning. Something definitely tore this time.

“Fuck!”

She released him. “Yes, Peter. Isn’t this what you want?”

“Yes! Damn it, yes! Now suck me or I’m going to have you on your back so fast, you’ll—” His threat ended in a roar as she took as much of him in her mouth as she could fit.

That first full wet lick sent vibrations straight down his spine. Then the ecstasy of warm, wet and tightness sent his mind and body into euphoria. With a loud groan, Peter grasped onto Holly's moist hair and tugged aggressively. She seemed to like the forceful violence because she continued with long, slow licks from top to bottom, then teased a little with her tongue on the head. Then she started deepthroating him, licking the base of his cock with her tongue while he was deep inside her mouth.

Holly was constantly moaning and giving him lustful looks with her dark brown eyes looking at him over his dick. Peter, however, tasted good. Very good. She liked giving him this pleasure. But more, she liked that he allowed her to see the extremity of his reaction, no holds barred. So she loved him, learned him, tasted him. And when he tugged at her hair once again to pull her off him, she resisted.

Whatever sanity Peter had left promptly burned to cinders. His hands trembled as he clasped her head once again. “Use your tongue like that... yes... keep going... I like that your.. oh, God... I fucking like that... yes... yes...”

Holly tugged at his aching flesh, her velvety tongue swirling and lapping. Peter continued to groan. His hips began to thrust, his hand surrendered control of her head and his legs began to tremble, his chest rising and falling in shuddering breath. Her tongue kept swirling around and he kept thrusting deep into her mouth while she sucked him. The sound of his dick hitting the back of her throat and saliva dripping as she slurped on them, her purring and moaning threatened to make Peter borderline animalistic. Holly slowed her pace and grazed him softly, very subtly with her teeth.

Peter was a shuddering, quivering, groaning mess. “Fuck... yes... yes..”

She began again. It was nice and slow at first, before she picked up the pace, and got nasty with it. Lots of gagging, spitting and ball licking. Then, after a few minutes, Holly slowed down a lot, used her hand her mouth and just kept at it consistently. She didn't vary the speed or pressure or change hands at all, she just kept going slowly and moaned lightly with every stroke. She knew when he was approaching orgasm because of the way he was moving back and forth and because of how hard he was in her mouth, so she backed off a few times to keep him on the edge.

When she felt it was time for him to cum, she deepthroated him non-stop and used her hand at the base, playing with his balls, leaving overwhelming tingling sensations. Few minutes later, Peter could tell she was watching him as he lost all control, feeling the pleasure come in waves and breathing haphazardly. He flung his head back, his toes curled and his fingers gripped even tighter at her hair. His thrust had hastened and gagging and choking filled the air along with wheezing and groans of pleasure as he thrust-ed faster into her mouth without restriction.

“Oh, God... fuck... Just like that... yes... yeah baby. I love you.” The orgasm was so intense, it spread through Peter’s whole body and went on for at least a minute. It felt like he was having multiple orgasms. He lost track of where he was and just became lost in the pleasure. And when he finally came, Holly gripped him hard and sucked him gently while he was exploding into her mouth, and played with the head with her tongue a bit. It was like a seizure. Afterwards, he fell into the bed and couldn't move his legs for like 15-20 minutes, they were so shaky, like limbs made of jelly. His whole body felt electric and sweat laced his entire face, he suddenly wasn’t so cold anymore.

When he finally opened his eyes, Holly was looking at him with a questioning eager look. Slimy saliva and sperm was dripping down her chin onto her bare breast. “You don’t mind one date with Mr. Cortez right? It’s concerning the hotel.”

Of course, Peter thought, she’s launched right back into business Holly.