Chapter 56
“You drive me crazy.” I licked down the front of his neck, nipping at his Adam’s apple, sucking hard at the softer skin at the base of his throat. Somehow, I managed to get his jeans open, and we both sighed with relief when my hand curled around his erection. “I dream about how many different ways I can get your cock into me. And for the record, my subconscious is very creative.”
I pulled him free of his jeans and Peter wrapped his long fingers around both shafts, holding them together. I shuddered at the silky smooth feel of his skin against mine, moaning at the easy friction as I rolled my hips. He pumped his wrist, letting our cocks slide together with each stroke. I sank my teeth into his skin to muffle my increasingly loud moans, knowing I had to get myself under a bit of control or risk waking Sam. That was a sobering thought, and some of the tension eased from my groin—only to return when Peter whined softly and arched beneath me.
“Maybe I should make sure I’ve got gags from now on.” I choked on a cry when he slipped his long fingers between my buttocks, fingertips grazing over my hole. “Shit. How do you expect me not to scream when you do that?”
“I’d like to see you in a gag,” Peter said breathlessly, his middle finger moving over my pucker until the tip pushed past the muscle. I closed my eyes and dropped my head to his shoulder, struggling to keep my breathing even as he pushed up to his knuckle while he continued to rub our cocks together. His flesh throbbed against mine, slick with our mingled arousal. “On your knees, hands tied behind your back.”
Every word evoked a new image, each one hotter than the one before. The games he suggested weren’t new to me, though I hadn’t indulged in any of them since college, and never with anyone I had genuine feelings for. With Peter, though, I yearned to experience them all. He’d opened doors in me I hadn’t realized were locked shut, offering freedom in ways that shouldn’t have been as exhilarating as they were.
“You can fuck me any way you want then.” My voice was barely a breath, my lungs too tight to work right. “Make us both happy.”
“I plan to fuck you any way I want with or without the gag.” Peter curled his finger and tickled against my prostate. “I want to fuck you right now.”
Nothing had ever sounded so good, but with the fresh sparks shooting through me, shouting an affirmative “Yes, please,” was out of the question. His firm grip stripped our cocks at a maddeningly slow tempo, but I craved his strength right now more than anything else. Folding my hand over his, I encouraged him to squeeze harder, clenching around the finger at my ass at the same time. My lips found his. The fusion of his mouth to mine, the touch of his tongue, detonated the climax just simmering beneath the surface of my skin.
My body locked, but Peter kept on going, using my come to lube the slides up and down our shafts. He kept his finger buried inside me, and I wondered through the euphoric haze whether or not he’d make good on his promise and flip me over to replace it with his cock. I’d let him. I’d let him do anything he wanted. Everything I had was his. And though that should’ve terrified me, it only left me feeling lighter than air.
His body went taut, and I felt the tension holding his muscles rigid. He rose from the couch, pushing his body flush against mine, spreading my come over our clothes and stomachs. His mouth was hard on my lips, his tongue filling my mouth the way his scent and moans filled my head. Then fresh warmth splashed across my skin, his cock jerking with each long strand of fluid that pulsed from the tip. His mouth softened, his frame gradually relaxing back against the couch, pulling me down with him for a much slower, much more subdued kiss.
“Too bad it’s not Friday now.” With one last caress of his lower lip, I burrowed my face into his neck, content to just breathe him in. “I really want to take you upstairs.”
“Do you think I should go so we can avoid temptation?”
“Probably.” But I didn’t move. Neither did Peter. “Though it’d be rude of me to send you off looking like this. At the very least, I should offer you a shower.”
“Aaron…” Peter turned his head, his mouth skimming over my hair. “Are you sure about all this?”
“Positive.” I peeled away to smile down at him. “Do I really strike you as a guy who’d jump into something without thinking it all the way through?”
“No. I just…I think I’m still trying to process everything. This is not really how I imagined my night would go.”
“But you’re sure, right?”
“Aaron, I told you that I love you. What do you think?”
I chuckled. “I think we’re both thinking about this too much.”
“You’d better let me up before I figure out a way to distract us from our thoughts.”
His suggestion was the last thing I wanted, but I sat up anyway, tucking my cock back into jeans. “How didyou think this night was going to go?”
“I don’t know. I thought maybe you’d want to talk about what happened at the park today. Like you didn’t want to have another play date involving Christina, and since I didn’t think I could stand the torture of…well, you know, it wasn’t a conversation I wanted to have.”
“Well, I’ll be honest. I don’t want another play date with Christina. But I’ll figure out a way to get along with her for everyone’s sake.” I paused. “Is she going to be okay with us dating?”
“She should be fine, but I divorced her so she wouldn’t have a vote on who I date.”
“Would she make things difficult with Morgan because of me? I don’t want to screw anything up.”
“You mean custody wise? No, I don’t think so. As I’m sure you noticed, she’s big on routine. If nothing else, she wouldn’t want to fuck with the arrangements now that we’re settled on something we can all live with.”
Good. I probably should’ve thought to ask Peter how she might react if we made things public before springing all this on him, but I’d been too wrapped up in the possibility of losing him for good to consider it.