“That’s really thoughtful of you. Hey, maybe we should invite her and Ida over for dinner? Not tonight, though. I need you all to myself and I am not about sharing yet.”
He grinned at me. “I already spoke to her about a barbeque when the renovations are done. I don’t want them here until then. Not thatit’s not safe, I just want some time with just the two of us. I’ll call her tomorrow and tell her I’m quitting. I can do it on my way to work. I’ll need to head over there anyway to sign my resignation papers.”
“Want me to come with you?”
He shook his head. “No outsiders allowed. I can’t even tell you the location.”
“Wow. I hadn’t even thought about that. I like that from now on I’ll know wherever you are at all times.” He raised a brow at me. “Not that you need to tell me your current locations,” I hurried to add.
He shook his head at me fondly. “I know what you meant. I like not hiding it from you too. After tomorrow, it’s just you, me, and the mansion.”
“I like that.” I cupped his cheek and gave him a tender kiss, filled with the promise of forever in it. Not that Pete knew that, yet.
We were outside since I’d showed him the progress on the pool and since it was a bit cold today, I steered him inside so we could continue our kissing in the warm living room.
He sat his drink down on the coffee table and held up his hands before I could attack him with more of my kisses. “I really want ashower before this goes any further. The place I stayed at only had a toilet I could use, so IknowI stink.” I hadn’t noticed. Yes, he did have a dusty sort of scent to him. But he was my Pete. I didn’t care if his clothes were a bit dirty. I’d been scared he’d died and been hurt while he was gone. Having him here, alive and well was everything.
“I don’t mind,” I began, but he cut me off.
“Icare. I want a shower. I need to wash the last two days off me.” I nodded; I could respect that. I had no idea what horrors he’d seen or endured while he was away. Anyway, I could surprise him with his third drink while he was preoccupied... maybe I’d even order something for us to eat on the couch. It was nearing dinner time, I just hoped the drinks weren’t too filling… Hmm maybe sushi would be perfect then, no risk of them turning cold and Pete actually preferred sushi when we had to order in, something about it being romantic.
With my mind made up, I sent Pete off to shower with a light slap to his butt which had him giggling as he left the room. I took my phone out and picked enough sushi for us to have leftovers for tomorrow. We liked having California rolls the next day, but none of the others did it for us as leftovers, so I made sure to order a lotof those. Then I added some fun side dishes too, making it even more special. I wanted to celebrate him quitting, however weird it sounded, it was also the start of us fully working together.
When the sushi was ordered, and I’d gotten the notification that it would be delivered an hour from now, I started on his next drink. This time, I was trying a virgin strawberry daiquiri, even making one for myself. I’d ordered a few different glasses for drinks, and picked out the light blue ones with pearls on the stems. They were ocean themed, but in a classy and subtle kind of way. I figured it would look pretty with the pink liquid inside of them. Not wanting us to fill up on snacks when food was coming, I decided not to add anything else, opting for only the drinks for now. I carried them inside the living room and spent two minutes collecting blankets and making it all cozy for us. I knew Pete wanted to watch a new murder mystery, so I got the movie ready, pausing just at the start and leaving to retrieve him from the bathroom.
One step inside our bedroom, and it was obvious Pete had other ideas for what we should be doing. He was laying on our bed in a white lace jockstrap, his smile all mischievous and beckoning.
Drinks forgotten, I stripped out of my clothes at lightning speed. We had maybe forty-five minutes before the food got here, and I would savor every minute.
“Wait!” Pete said, sitting up on the bed. I stopped mid step, with one knee resting on the bed. “I, um. I was thinking of maybe doing something… Different?”
I raised a questioning brow at him. “Different?”
He blushed and I was all too keen on finding out just what he had in mind. “You told me we could experiment with BDSM stuff…”
“I did, but I don’t need to add that to our sex life, baby. I liked doing it before I met you because I felt in control. And I didn’t have much of that in my life back then. When we open the club and if you want to have fun with another couple with me, we can try it then, but I like the intimacy of making love to you. And if it’s okay with you, I’d prefer we keep BDSM out of our private sex life. I know for many people, they find intimacy in BDSM, but for me it was never about that.”
He seemed stunned as he gaped at me. “But… I thought you only said you didn’t need it, because you didn’t want to pressure me. You truly don’t miss it?”
I shook my head. “I loved doing it before I met you, and I like the idea of playing with you in the future, but only with others involved. I want it to be special when it’s just me and you. I only want to make love toyou, baby. If we play with others, it will be for fun and just be sex, it won’t be intimate, and it sure won’t be making love.”
He attacked me then, peppering me with kisses on my neck, then my face. We tumbled down the bed and just kissed. I had my suspicions on Pete thinking too much on the whole BDSM thing, and I might have needed it, if it was the lifestyle I was into, but since it was my escape and I no longer felt like escaping life, I meant every word I’d said. I also meant the part about playing with others, it could be fun, as long as Pete enjoyed it too. If not, then making love to Pete forever sounded perfect too.
“I’ve missed having your lips on mine,” he whispered softly. I hummed in agreement and kissed him again, softer this time. Then I moved my hand down his back, slowly inching closer to his butt, and once there, I squeezed it, palming it with one hand while the other held his neck. He moaned into my mouth and I found the reason.
“What’s this?” I teased, rubbing the plug. “You got yourself all ready for me? Was that why you demanded a shower? You wanted meto take you hard and fast?” He nodded eagerly, biting his bottom lip and looking all too edible. “Oh, baby. Like I could ever refuse you.” I tugged on his jockstrap, removing it as far as it would go, then pushed him down so he lay underneath me. I attacked his mouth with mine, all in on his plan for a quick fuck. I had planned on taking my time with him, but I’d gone too long without, so I likely wouldn’t last long anyway.
I had one hand in his hair and the other I used to tease the plug out. I then threw it on the floor and positioned my dick at his entrance, holding it just right as he held his legs open for me. Slowly, I eased inside him, feeling like I was finally home again.
“Yes,” he breathed, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. I kissed each eyelid and slowly began to move. As soon as I knew he could take it, I sped up, thrusting harder into him as I whispered how beautiful he was. How perfect. How slick and tight. How he wasallmine. Mine to fuck. To claim.
“My perfect baby,” I groaned as he caressed my back with his blunt nails, lightly marking me.
“My sexy man,” he whispered hoarsely, then grabbed my neck and claimed my lips, forcing his tongue inside my mouth and claimingme all over again. I groaned, loving how much he wanted me. I couldn’t get enough. Would never get enough. His pale skin was smooth under my touch; the only coloring was from how hot I’d gotten him. His cheeks, neck, and chest all flushed. Because ofme.
I moved his head with my right hand, lightly nipping at his neck as I continued to fuck into him. He kept making these delicious grunting whimpers, urging me on, beckoning me to continue, to never stop.
“Jackson,” he whimpered, his heavy-lidded eyes begging me for release. He began stroking himself and I knew it meant he was close now. I upped my pace, not caring about anything other than coming with him. We were both chasing the high together, and with one final thrust, we came, roaring and groaning out our pleasure.
