I let go of his cock and pushed the plug further in, making him whimper. “Was this for me? Had you truly planned on eating lunch with that inside you?”
He nodded. “I wanted to be ready… Wanted you to fuck me… Without waiting.” I kept pushing the plug around, testing just how ready he was for me. He truly kept surprising me, looking all innocent with his big brown eyes, only to show up wearing a plug and wanting me to take him.
“You’re such a wonderful surprise, baby. Always proving just how damn perfect you are for me.” I kissed his cock once before standing. “Lube?” He pointed to the drawer and moved onto his stomach. “No, baby. I’m not fucking you from behind. I need to see you. Next time we can do it with you on all fours, but not our first time.”
He could only nod as he got onto his back again, pushing his legs up and showing me the pretty black plug. I took the offered lube and then slowly teased the plug out. “Condoms?” I knew he was a virgin, not that he’d told me, but I dared hope as much. I wanted to be his first. After this we would both get tested, and then I would take him raw. Huh, my dick seemed to perk up at that idea. No, not idea,promise.
“Also in the drawer,” he groaned as I pushed two fingers inside him. With my free hand I found the condoms.
“Did you buy those for us?” I couldn’t help asking. He nodded eagerly. “Not for someone else?” He shook his head, his eyes sure. “Good boy.” His eyes widened, then filled with what could only be described as wonder. “You liked that, huh? Are you going to be good for me? Want to please me?” He nodded, truly eager and beaming with need. Fuck, how?Howcould a man be specially made for me? Pete was everything I’d ever wanted. The perfect partner. I loved everything about him.Love. This was what love felt like. I almost faltered my movements; this love discovery would have to wait. I had a needy Pete to take care of.
I added a third finger and swallowed his cock at the same time, making it easier for him to open up for me. He was taking my fingers so well, and I couldn’t hold off anymore, neither could he. He was fisting the sheets with one hand and the other held my hair in a firm grip.
“Please.” It was barely a whisper. Pete was needing release and could barely voice it out of pure desperation. For me. It was a thrill like no other. Normally I would need to feel totally in control, but with Pete, I felt like I could give him control easily without it being uncomfortable for me. He trusted me completely, and I him. Wasthat what I had missed from sex? Complete trust? I’d trusted my partners over the years enough to go through a scene with them, but never like this. Maybe it was because I loved Pete, maybe it was just because itwasPete. No matter the reason, my man needed me.
I removed my fingers, making him whimper, but when his glazed eyes saw me pulling on the condom, he visibly relaxed, knowing I would take care of him. I would forever take care of my Pete. My baby.
“You ready for me?” I knew he was, but I also knewhewas in charge here. This being Pete’s first time—I would ask him later if it truly was—he needed to feel somewhat in control. Even though I knew he trusted me, I owed him the chance to voice his concerns, or to tell me if he needed more prep.
“So. Fucking. Ready,” he panted, lifting his ass up, beckoning me to take him.
“You’re so amazing, baby. I can’t wait to show you just how much I want you.” Then I pushed in,slowly, taking in his responses as I moved in inch by inch. Fuck, he was perfect. Tight, hot, and allmine. “So good, baby. So perfect.”
“More. I can take more,” he gritted out, pushing down so I was forced further inside him. We moaned together, the pleasure of finally being inside him was much more than just the normal pleasure of having sex, this was Pete, and I’d never experienced more fulfillment than this. This was pure contentment and euphoria mixed together.
The look in Pete’s eyes said everything, they were wide, excited, content, and filled with so much need. I pushed my ass back and then thrusted inside much harder this time, making him groan and whimper as I continued the same pace, forceful thrusts, slowly out but fast in, hitting his ass hard. Then I upped the pace, fucking into him faster, but less brutally, moving around until I hit that perfect spot inside him.
“Fuck!” he yelped, then came on impact, painting his belly and my chest with his cum. “Pete….”
I would always remember exactly where to hit from now on. I had so many plans for my baby, but I needed to come fast before he’d get too overstimulated, so I upped the pace, reaching my own peak. I came looking into his eyes. Showing him just how much he meant to me. I cried out in pleasure, then collapsed next to him.
Chapter 19
Pete
Hot…fucking… damn…
Jackson had taken my virginity. He’d made love to me. There was no other word for it. His eyes had held so much emotion; it was hard for me to believe this was real. I felt like crying, and then I realized, Iwas. Quiet tears were trailing down my cheeks as I watched Jackson catch his breath.
“Was I too rough?” Jackson asked, wiping away stray tears with a worried expression.
I shook my head. “I’ve never… That was…Thank you.” How could I ever explain just how perfect our first time together had been?Myfirst time.
“I know,” he said, kissing my cheek. “I’ll clean you up, then we can order some pizza and relax here a bit. How does that sound?”
“Perfect.”
I closed my eyes, reliving every second of what had just happened. The way his abs had moved as he took me. Fuck, how could anyone look so hot? His tattoos had moved with him, showing me just how many muscles he’d used. Was it weird that it made it hotter somehow? To know he moved so sensually on top of me, that his body had to make that much effort to bring me pleasure? It could very well just be amething, but I found it extremely attractive. I was the luckiest guy in the world. Yes, I’d wanted Jackson since the first time I saw him. But sixteen-year-old me, would’ve never even dared to imagine how fucking hot Jackson was when he made love.
“You awake, baby?”
Oh, that nickname again. I was like melted butter on the bed, just one liquid puddle waiting to be wiped up by Jackson. I hummed, the only response I was able to come up with. Yes, I was awake, but my body wasn’t. It was all mellow and liquid. I rather liked getting buttered by Jackson.
“Butter?” he asked, his tone amused. I waved him off, making another sound that sounded like a mix between a groan and a growl.
He laughed. “So precious.” I wasn’t about to disagree on that, no, I would just lay here and bask in his praise. A warm wet cloth was wiped over my stomach, and I let myself enjoy his care. Everything was just so unbelievably wonderful. When he reached my ass, I winced, clearly feeling just how well fucked I was.I loved it.“I’ll order the pizza; you just relax here.” He placed a soft kiss on my forehead, then tucked me under the covers. My last thought before I succumbed to sleep was how utterly in love I was with him.
“You look fucking hot,” Jackson said, admiring my appearance. We’d spent the day in my bed, watching movies and cuddling. It had been just what we’d both needed. This need to be close to him was only growing, and I didn’t want to be away from him this much everagain. I knew my job was never truly done with, but I’d purposely left Jackson alone this month so he could take care of Mike. He’d needed his best friend, and I knew Jackson would feel torn if he'd had to pick between boyfriend and best friend, so I’d made the decision for him. Besides, I’d missed my own bestie, and Dylan had been so happy to spend time with me again. I’d never had to make time for Dylan before, and now I knew it was something I had to learn to do. I could easily get lost in Jackson and not realize months had passed, too content to be in his company, but it wouldn’t work forever, and I would hate to lose my friendship with Dylan over it. Not that he’d complained that I’d been spending less time with him, quite the opposite, actually. Dylan had been so happy to hear how well it was going between Jackson and me.
