Peter’s face flushed, but a small smile curved his lips. He rested his hand on mine. “Don’t want you to get sick of me saying it.”
Laughing, I squeezed his fingers. “Trust me. I’ll never get sick of hearing it. I love you.”
Peter’s smile grew until it was brilliant as he sat up straight and beamed at me. “I love you, too.”
He frowned when I glanced around and stood up. I moved my chair until it was beside his, and he shook his head but didn’t tell me to stop. I sat down, cupped his chin, and covered his lips with mine. A throat clearing nearby pulled us apart a while later, but by then I had gone well past wanting food to something else. Peter smiled at me, and I thought he felt the same way.
“Can we get our meals to go?” I asked.
Peter snorted but turned to glance at our waiter.
“Uh… we don’t usually do that, but probably.” The poor guy shrugged. We ordered two of the specials to go—I didn’t even bother to find out what it was, and Peter didn’t seem like he cared either as we went back to kissing. I felt ridiculous but didn’t want to stop. Not long later I paid, and we had a bag of food that Peter held on the way home. His knee jittered, and I rested my hand on it, only picking it up to shift gears. The stars were out by the time we got back to the house. We both moved at regular speed. I got the feeling he was forcing himself not to run—the same as me.
When we got inside, Peter dumped the bag of food on the dining room table, and I walked back the hall on a mission. I grabbed the lube from the bathroom counter where we’d tossed it this morning and swore as I ran back out into the living room.
Peter sat naked on the arm of the couch, and I grunted and leaned back against the wall to take him in. His cock already reached for his belly button, and he lounged with one arm over the couch like a man who knew exactly what the fuck he did to me. I tossed the lube, and he caught it like it was nothing. I couldn’t explain why that was hot, but it did things to me.
We didn’t speak as I dragged my shirt over my head and let it fall to the floor. I kicked off my shoes and unbuckled my jeans as I walked. He helped me push my pants down and I stepped out of them. He pointed at my socks—he had a real thing against me leaving them on if we weren’t outside—and I laughed and peeled them off. He picked up the lube and squirted some in his palm, and I almost died when he stroked me until I gleamed, and then he put the rest on his cock, dropping his head back as his eyes slid shut.
“I have a challenge for you, big bad prison guard,” he murmured.
Heat streaked through my gut. This wasn’t anything he’d done in the past. “Yeah?” I asked and cleared my throat.
“While I was at TFC, everything was fucking filthy. As much as I wanted to fuck you, I wouldn’t have wanted to do it on the bunk in my cell or the dirty floor, or against the filthy wall. I thought about you picking me up and using me like your own personal fuck toy, but of course my muscles were so tight from me not using them, that would have killed me.”
I swallowed down a moan, and he reached out to trace his fingers along my hard cock.
“Oh, what do you want, babe?”
“Pick me up and fuck me? I’ll tell you if I hurt,” he said, cutting off what I was gearing up to say. “Just you. Your thick muscles. Your strong body. Holding me so you can use me to get off.”
He laughed when I lunged, and he was quick to wrap his arms around my neck. I wasn’t honestly sure if I’d quite pull off what he wanted, but I slid my hands under his thighs and hoisted him up against my body. It was pure heaven as he wrapped his legs around me and let out a little moan. His hard cock smacked my chest, and he clenched his muscles around me, rocking his cock against my upper abdomen. The strain on my muscles was beautiful. I was fucking hard and felt powerful, and the way he licked from my shoulder down over the mound of my tense bicep almost had me coming then and there. He did the same thing to my other arm, and I nearly went out of my mind as he slid down my body a few inches and ground himself against my abs.
“Fuck, I didn’t think you’d be able to do it,” he said.
“Excuse me?” I grumbled, and the tiny smirk that flashed across his lips let me know maybe I’d been had, but it bugged me that he possibly had doubts. “Not only am I going to fuck you, I’m going to make you scream for more.”
He leaned up and sucked on my earlobe. “That’s a lot of trash talk without much backup happening.”
I slid my hands along his thighs and lifted his knees higher. He gasped and clung, and I thought maybe as much shit as he was giving me, he hadn’t ever done anything like this before—and I loved that. Once he seemed to have himself anchored, I slid one arm around his lower back, testing out whether or not I could get away with holding him there. He shook his head and I slid my arm higher, then grabbed his right asscheek and spread him open.
“You’re going to have to move with me,” I whispered.
“Okay,” he said, voice husky. His pupils were blown wide with lust and I could have stared into his eyes forever. I let him drop a couple of inches and tilted my hips up. My slick cockhead poked at his ass, and we both laughed, although I wanted to moan instead because it was such a tease and still felt good. He almost threw his weight as he reached back to guide me to his hole, but between the two of us, we didn’t fall, and I didn’t drop him. We were both chuckling when I nudged his rim, but that stopped as soon as I slid him another couple of inches down my body and let gravity impale him on my cock.
The mind-bending squeeze and slide of his warmth and tightness around me and the pleasant workout burn in my muscles from holding him in place stole my breath. The power of the position, being able to raise and lower him on my cock at will, had me gritting my teeth as my balls swayed with our movements. Every inch of me tingled and felt alive. This could be over embarrassingly fast if I let it.
“You’re so fucking tight. God, and—” I groaned as he leaned over to run his tongue along the curve of my bicep again.
“Fucking love these guns.” He pressed his forearms against my shoulders and raised himself up, and I caught him as he slammed down. We both gasped as our gazes locked.
“Like that, just like that,” I said, and he nodded. It didn’t take long before he was gleaming with sweat and panting with a pained twist to his mouth and a furrow on his brow. I began to pull him down tight to my groin every time he dropped, and he whined as we writhed against each other. It all felt so fucking good and I was doing my best to fight off the inevitable, but whenever he raised himself and bucked against me, his insides squeezed me tight. I had no idea if he was doing it on purpose, but I couldn’t get enough of the maddening grip of his body.
“More,” Peter whispered and shivered in my arms.
I laughed. “I’m a man, not a sex toy.”
He bared his teeth at me, and the desperation in his eyes had me nodding and putting all my effort into fucking him faster without setting him down. He trembled and whined deep in his throat, and the second the wet heat of his cum splashed my chest and the salty scent filled my nose, I froze and captured his mouth with mine, swallowing the pleasured moans that left him.
