Chapter 39
But I thought about it. I thought about how his hand looked when he jerked me off. I always watched, or at least, I always tried to watch. I loved how his pale, perfect skin looked against mine when it was all blood-pinked and hot. And then when he caught my come on his fingers and licked them clean? Holy fuck. Hottest. Thing. Ever.
The way it was turning out, Peterwas the hottest thing I’d ever had in my life.
We couldn’t stay like that for long. I knew Sandy would notice our absence, and she or somebody else could knock on the door at any second. The thought that had they could catch us at any second, that everybody in the kitchen knew exactly what we were doing, should have filled me with dread. But instead, hot jolts shot down my spine to my cock, making it jerk with every hard thrust forward. My balls were pulled up tight, my blood rushing in my ears, and my ass clenched every time he filled me.
“Christ, Aaron…you feel so good…I’m so close…so…” He buried himself one more time, his body shuddering against mine, his teeth biting into my lip to stop his shout.
The reverberations of his muffled voice shook through me and stole what little breath I had left. More than that, though, they triggered my own release, my skin electrified by his desperate hold, his hard flesh shaking as he struggled not to drop me. I tightened my embrace. My come smeared across his stomach, and my legs ached, but none of it mattered, not as long as Peter didn’t stop kissing me, not as long as he made me feel like I was flying higher than the clouds.
Our kisses slowed, then stopped. Peter licked over where he’d bit, and I pretended to bite back when he pulled away. We smiled at each other at the same time.
“Still think I’m a nut?” I asked.
“There’s no doubt in my mind. And…I’ve got to put you down now.”
I chuckled as I loosened my legs, sliding down his body until my feet hit the floor. My knees were watery, but all the tension that had been threading through me from my shitty day was gone. In fact, I felt great. Better than great. I felt fantastic. All because of Peter.
“Get dressed.” I scooped up my pants. “I’ll go have Sandy box up the rest of the pizza. We’ll finish it at your place.”
Peter refastened his pants and pulled the T-shirt out of my duffle. I couldn’t be sure, but I thought I caught him sniffing it before he shrugged it on and shoved his beer and come stained shirt into the bottom of the bag.
“I’ll wait for you in the car,” Peter said, pausing to kiss me before opening the door a crack. He looked both ways before slipping out, my T-shirt almost completely engulfing him.
I checked out my appearance in the mirror before walking out myself. My cheeks were red, my eyes bright, and my shirt was wrinkled where Peter had shoved it up and out of the way. My hair stuck up at odd angles in the back, too. I looked well and truly fucked.
There was something else, too. It took me a second to put my finger on it.
I looked happy.
Huh.
My smile widened as that sank in. Whistling under my breath, I headed back to the restaurant floor, to Sandy and our pizza, and most importantly, to Peter and the rest of our night. 9
“I’m going to take my new DS to show Sammy!”
“No, you’re not.”
“Why not? I want to show him. He told me he wanted one, too. I can let him play with it.”
“No. You’re not going to the park to play video games.” I wanted to snatch it away from him. What the hell had Christina been thinking, buying him that thing? It was hard enough to keep Morgan focused on the real world without the joys of portable gaming. I could almost believe she’d done it on purpose just to piss me off. “What about your car?”
“The car? But I think Sammy will like the DS more.”
“The next time Sammy comes over here for a play date, you can show him, all right?”
Morgan didn’t have the patience for a protracted argument, fortunately for me. He knew Sammy was waiting for us in the park, and it’d been far too long since he’d seen his friend to get distracted by a power struggle. He ran back into his room, shoelaces flying out behind him despite the fact I’d already asked him twice to tie his shoes. I was just as eager to get out of the house, but I hoped I was slightly less obvious about it. I couldn’t touch Aaron, or look at him like he was the brightest spot in my world with the exception of Morgan, or kiss his brilliant smile. I couldn’t even tease him like I had at the restaurant, or say anything that might make Aaron uncomfortable or make the kids curious.