As soon as the pancakes were done, I figured a shower would be a good thing. If Pete was still asleep after my shower, I would wake him up with a good morning kiss. With that plan in mind, I hurried into the shower and quickly washed my body. Just as I rinsed out my shampoo the lights started flickering again. I felt my body tense up. Was this something new I would need to deal with? My home here had been so calming without any triggers for a long time. Having Pete near was a comfort, though. Had I been alone, I feared I might’ve been feeling true despair, but Pete’s presence helped calm me.
I knew my fears were complicated. I couldn’t even remember everything and it could’ve been my childish imagination that had run wild like my therapist had said, but even if that were the truth, he’d also said that my fears were valid. Because I couldn’t remember, my therapist, Bren, had told me, it could’ve been something my grandma had seen on TV that had scared me. Or sounds from the TV that my imagination had tried to rationalize and it had created something scary in the Younger Me’s mind. Bren had been a true help when we worked through my trauma together. My father had insisted I hadn’t needed the help and it was just ‘a waste of time and money’ but it had helped. Bren had so many logical reasons for why I’d been so scared. He mentioned my grandmother could’ve been sick and saw things that weren’t there. That she might’ve needed help from others and that it wasn’t my fault for being scared of a grown-up acting weird.
The sounds in the house could be easily explained away. Old houses tended to create a lot of noise. Everyone knew that. And Bren had been…patient. He never made me feel like I was wasting his time, or forced me to speak. He’d listened and tried to find reasons for my trauma. Because that’s what he’d called it. Trauma. I got easily triggered back then, and how I felt after being triggered was whatBren had referred to as trauma responses, because my body feared what would come after a sound or flickering of lights. Maybe I should call him and ask for a new appointment. I knew Pete would never blame me for reacting to sounds and such, he’d proven as much yesterday. But I owed it to Pete and myself to continue working on my fears so it wouldn’t affect us in the future.
The lights were still flickering, but it had calmed me to think about Pete, but I also knew I needed to hurry up so I could get out of the bathroom soon. If it continued, I would need Pete close.
The door opened and Pete hurried inside. I moved the shower curtain so I could see him. He looked sleepy and oh so adorable. “Good morning,” I said with a grin as his half-lidded eyes widened as he took in what he could see of my naked body.
“It is a good morning,” he whispered, eying me up and down. The flickering lights held no importance anymore as I felt his want for me, and his presence took over the room. All that mattered in that moment was him. “Should we save water?”
I laughed, the feeling of safety, of being happy, consuming me. “Come on in.”
It only took a few seconds, and then a naked Pete was standing behind me in the shower. Glancing over my shoulder I had to stifle a groan. He looked so perfect and edible.
“How is it possible you’re even better than in my fantasies?” Pete sighed dreamily as I turned around. I couldn’t help my smug smile. It felt good knowing I had this effect on Pete, that he wanted me this much.
“You’re not so bad yourself—Holy fuck!” Pete’s dick—if I could even call it that—a cock was more like it. How the hell could such a small body carry that big of a cock? It was even bigger than mine. And I wasnotsmall.
When my eyes finally moved away from the sight of that still growing cock, I met Pete’s huge grin. Oh, he knew exactly where my mind had gone. He could do serious damage with that thing. Too bad I wasn’t into bottoming. But there were still so many ways I could appreciate it. With that in mind I kneeled in front of him. I needed to taste him. I couldn’t think about anything else at the moment than taking him into my mouth and testing my gag reflex. I rarely gave blowjobs, often because many of the subs I’d been with loved pleasuring others. I wasn’t into inflicting pain, but praise anddominance mixed together was how I preferred it. This was my way of showing Pete just how serious I was about him. About us. I wanted to cherish him. To worship his body.
Starting with his cock.
He gasped softly as our eyes met. I waited for his consent before beginning. He knew what I wanted. Hell, I was hard, leaking, and on my knees in front of him. All he had to do was nod.
He swallowed. “Please,” he whispered. But it wasn’t enough. I raised one brow, daring him without words to continue. “Suck me.” I groaned. He truly was a surprise, my Pete.
I licked the head of his cock, wanting a real taste before I took him in fully. He tasted salty and sweet at the same time.Addictive. I had no other word for it than that. His whole innocent personality was for everyone to see, only I got this side of him. The sexy, confident Pete. The one who told me to suck him. I groaned as I swirled my tongue around his cock head, wanting to tease him a bit more.
“Please,” he begged so perfectly, and who was I to deny him? I swallowed his length, gagging a bit from the effort. Damn, he was big. I loved it. I was a dom whenever sex was involved, pretty much always had been. But with Pete, I got off on making him happy. Giving himpleasure was better than any sex I’d ever had. The moans he made as I increased my pace, sucking him down, then swirling my tongue around his head, only to take his cock as far in as it could go. That was true gratification for me. Oh, how I loved doing this. My knees didn’t, but I barely felt anything other than this need to please my man. To make him shake with pleasure. I wanted him to fall apart in front of me.Becauseof me.
“Please, please, Jackson. I can’t…” he whimpered, leaning against the tiles as I grabbed his ass and devoured his cock. I let one finger tease his hole, just a light touch. Apromise. That was all it took for Pete to surrender and to cry out as his cum filled my mouth. I wasn’t able to swallow everything, letting it trail down my chin and mix with the water.
His eyes met mine. He was beautiful. Flushed, sated, and oh so surprised. He smiled lazily, too blissed out to fully stand on his own, allowing the tiles and my hands on his ass to keep him upright. I rose, still holding on to him. Once I stood, he looked up at me. “Thank you,” he whispered.
I kissed his cute nose. “Anytime.” My voice was raspy. Used. He tried to kneel, likely to return the favor, but I stopped him. “Thiswas about me taking care of you. You can taste me later, okay?” He pouted, but agreed. “Good. Now, relax into me and let me wash you.”
He sighed and moved away from the tiles, his cold back resting against my front, my hard dick rubbing against his back. But we both ignored it. This was about Pete. I already had my fun. Seeing Pete fall apart in front of me… Addictive truly was the right word.
My Pete addiction had begun.
Chapter 13
Pete
“I like that color on you,” Jackson said, joining me on the couch, the Christmas tree twinkling in front of us, making me fear this wasn’t real, like my biggest Christmas gift was just an illusion.
“Thank you,” I whispered, eyeing my red sweater. I would need to add more red to my wardrobe.
He leaned in, to either whisper something or kiss me, either way I froze, not wanting to mess things up. “Do you think Mike will last until after dessert?” He gave a pointed look in Mike’s direction. He was slumped over the armchair, one hand resting on his bloated belly, his eyes closed as he accepted the food coma.
I snickered, looking at my big brother with fondness. I knew they rarely ate this good being at college, but I also felt giddy having Jacksonto myself for a bit. This was the second Christmas we shared together and I selfishly wanted more time just the two of us.
“Trust me,” I whispered back. “As soon as Mom calls that dessert is ready, Mike will be running towards the kitchen.”
“I don’t doubt it,” he laughed, his eyes soft and open as he eyed me.
I blinked awake, mad at first for losing my amazing Jackson filled dream, only to realize he was now my reality. He was no longer just the few instances a year where I saw him. The few moments I’d shared with him in the past were no more the only pieces I held of him. I closed my eyes and snuggled further into him, basking in his warmth.
