Dylan? “Wait, what? You’ve been with Dylan?”
He laughed. “No, not like that. I needed to test out what I liked and disliked before I could ask you out, so we decided to try things out that wouldn’t be sexual between us. I love being praised, but when he started to get mean…ThatI didn’t like.”
I exhaled a sigh, feeling comforted he hadn’t been with his best friend. “I won’t ever be mean. That’s not something I’m into either.”
“Good.” He let out a relieved breath. “I don’t know much else. I liked everything that has happened between us so far. Tell me what you like while I suck you off.”
“Bossy,” I muttered teasingly, but shut up when he swallowed me down. I closed my eyes and thought about what I would like with Pete. “I like praising you and taking care of you, it makes me feel fulfilled in a way. I love knowing I’m bringing you pleasure and that you trust me enough to let go.” He groaned, the vibrations a teasing pleasure around my dick. “I, fuck. I also think I would be into sharingyou.”
That had him stopping. Fuck, was that too far? “Explain,” he said, then continued sucking, bringing me pleasure as I worked on how to word it.
“I like seeing you being pleasured, and the thought of someone bringing you pleasure because I allow it… it’s…hot.”
“You wouldn’t be jealous?”
“Maybe, but I know you’re mine. I know they’ll get a taste, but never the whole thing. That’s all mine, baby. But I’ve shared a partner with others before, and I loved doing that, telling someone else what to do to them and knowing I held all the control. I wasn’t in love with that partner, so it might be different with you. But if you wanted to try, I would love that.”
Pete’s eyes were wide as they quickly filled with tears. I had no idea why he would get emotional about me telling him I found it hot if someone else fucked him.
“You’re in love with me?”
Oh. That was why there were tears. I smiled, then cupped his cheeks. It was rather awkward since his face was in front of my dick. “I am. It might be too soon or something like that, but my heart doesn’t give a fuck about that, it seems.”
“I love you too,” he admitted softly. Others might not have found it romantic with my dick between us, but I loved this moment, and would forever cherish it.
I finally knew with certainty that he loved me too.
Chapter 21
Pete
He loved me.
I had his balls in one hand and my other held his dick. But I was too far gone to move them. If sixteen-year-old me could’ve seen me now. With Jackson’s dick in hand, and the knowledge that he loved me.
“Should we continue the sex talk some other time?” Jackson asked, and I quickly shook my head. I found it easier to talk about this while I was busy doing something else. And Jackson had trouble focusing on me while we talked, as long as I played with him the right way. It might seem cowardly of me, but it was easier to talk about this without having eye contact.
“I want to hear more,” I replied, knowing my head shake wasn’t telling him enough.
“Do you like the thought of someone else fucking you?”
I found that I did. “If you’re there, and I can pick out who, then I don’t think I’d mind. But I don’t want us to be with others on our own.”
“I wasn’t planning on that, either. But I wasn’t picturing myself with someone else, only you.”
I frowned. “But I’d find it hot too, seeing you with someone else, I mean.”
“Would you?”
I nodded. “Maybe another couple or something.”
“We can always try it. But there’s no rush, and we’re definitely not doing it while I’m living here, or in some seedy club.” I shuddered just thinking about it. I wouldn’t enter a club like that ever again, no thank you.
“Your dream mansion,” I said, recalling he’d told me his dream.
“If we end up living in a mansion, and make it a club for BDSM members, then we could play around with couples there. And sincewe would be vetting them before they could become members, they’d be trustworthy for us.”
“Until then, just us two,” I said, wanting to familiarize myself with Jackson’s body before we invited other people into our bedroom.
