He ran a hand down my side and caressed where I knew I had scars on my back from surgeries. They were ugly, though they were faded now. He didn’t shy away from the marks but lightly traced his fingers along them, his cock still buried inside me.
“I didn’t want to hurt you and ruin this for you, or make it something you endured for me. I wanted it to be good for us. I love you,” he said and dropped a kiss on my shoulder.
“How? You can’t.”
“I do.”
Huffing, I snagged his hand and tugged it around me so that he pressed his warmth against my back again. “I love you, too, but you can’t love me.”
He snickered, and the breeze of his breath in my ear gave me a chill that sent shivers through my body. He let out a concerned sound and nuzzled in against my neck. “Why?”
I had no real answer for him, only a few more humiliating tears that he rolled me onto my back to kiss away.
13
Drew
The smellof sex teased me awake. Peter chuckled above me. Outside the window over my bed, birds sang to one another. Fingers slid into my hair and nails scratched at my scalp. I turned to press a kiss against warm, firm skin and nuzzled my face against my soft, wonderful “pillow.”
“I’m stiff as hell from you,” Peter grumped, and I had to laugh.
“From me being parked here all night or the way I wrecked you?” I cracked an eye open and moaned at the soft, pale skin of Peter’s ass right in front of me. I turned and laid another kiss on the hill of his asscheek, then nibbled. He moaned and rutted against the bed. My cock swelled as I thought about how good he must be feeling to rock his hips so hard already. “Or because your morning wood wants to play?”
“All of it,” came his scratchy reply. “Don’t normally sleep on my belly.”
Since I was already in such a great spot, I wasted no time in spreading his cheeks apart before I dove in, licking and sucking at his hole. The taste of lube and my own spunk made it all the better. It was fantastic to have this sort of wake-up call and I wasn’t going to waste a second of it.
The whimpers that filled my room were smothered as Peter buried his face in a pillow, and the tiny sounds drove me wild. I fucked my tongue into his hole, loosening him up. The room grew brighter as I feasted on his ass, the early morning sunshine blazing in to give us a good-morning, and eventually Peter pushed up onto his knees. I couldn’t say no to the silent invitation, not when my dick wanted to be in him so much. My stomach muscles quivered, and I groaned as I removed my tongue from the spot I wanted to fuck.
“You sure you’re okay after last night? I could blow you.” To prove my point, I ducked down, eased his cock backward through his legs as far as I figured was comfortable, and sucked on the head until I got a juicy drop of precum on my tongue. His thighs shook, and as I sat up to waggle my eyebrows at him, he glared over his shoulder, jaw jutted forward.
“That’s not what you want, is it?”
“No, I wanna go balls deep,” I said with a laugh. “But I love having my mouth on you. Plus, you’re pretty when you blow your load.”
The most amazing thing happened. Warmth fluttered in my chest as Peter’s face tinged a rosy pink along his cheeks and over his nose, all the way up to his hairline. I’d never seen the cute embarrassment on his skin prior to yesterday, and it fucking killed me. He was different here in my home than he’d been in prison, and I’d already liked him. Now I just wanted to keep him even more.
“Tell me how to do this without hurting you,” I murmured and stroked a hand over his ass. I found the lube where it had slipped to the floor sometime in the night and slicked up a finger. When Peter huffed and didn’t seem like he was going to talk, I slipped my pointer into his asshole. He was tighter than should be legal, and I moaned as I fingered him. A low whimper filled the room, and I tickled my finger over his prostate, earning myself a gasp. “Come on, if you want it, tell me.”
“This should be fine if you don’t rest your weight on me or push me when you’re fucking me,” he said and squeezed lightly on my finger. He glanced over his shoulder again, and there was a challenge in his tiny scowl. Growling, I popped up onto my knees and lubed my cock fast. I throbbed as he continued throwing that almost pout my direction.
“Get ready,” I growled out, and he laughed.
“For what? You’re doing nothing.”
Lightly, I tapped his ass with my palm, and he rolled his eyes. I lined up, and he remained unimpressed. We both moaned as I forced my way into his body, though, and it was a special challenge to keep my thrusts gentle. It felt so good to press those first few inches in and smoothly draw out again. The shallow fucking hit every nerve ending on my cockhead, sending lightning strikes of pleasure into my stomach and down my thighs. He began to get impatient, pushing back against me as I speared him open.
“Does that hurt?” I asked.
“Don’t care. Need more.”
Chuckling, I held his hips still and pistoned into him while trying not to move him much. His fingers curled into the bedding and small beads of sweat gleamed on his shoulders. I leaned down to lick a shiny dewdrop from his skin that slithered down his spine. The salt on my tongue reminded me of cum, and it took every ounce of self-control I had not to push him flat and rail him hard. I ran a hand over the silvery scars on his lower back to keep myself focused; the slow climb toward the cliff was new for me. I’d never had a reason to take this much time with someone in the past and I loved it. A couple of his scars were still reddish and puckered and I played my fingers around them. He sucked in a breath and glanced back at me, his lip pulled between his teeth.
“You’re so fucking tight on my cock,” I whispered. “I want to fuck you forever.”
Some of whatever was bothering him cleared from his face. Last night I’d been so nervous and worried I’d hurt Peter, it was easy to hold off, but this morning I could see all of him spread out and fucking beautiful underneath me. The slim lines of his body sent my engine redlining like a burst of nitrous, and his shoulders and arms were toned from pushing the chair and holding himself upright on the walker. I’d managed to fuck him once without making him hurt, and he seemed to be enjoying the way I pushed deep inside him, if the little sounds he made were any indication. I went in until my groin touched his ass and twisted my hips, loving how his hole squeezed my shaft all the way to the root.
The urge to fuck him faster and spill cum in his ass gripped me, and it wasn’t long before I was barely keeping myself from doing the things I was sure would make this suck for him. I ran my hands along his sides and breathed through the impulse to let loose.
