I stretched out at the other end of the couch, tucking my feet behind Peter when he sat forward. A sharp stab of pain shot from my hip down to my toes and I tensed.
“You okay?” He shifted around some more, pulled my feet out from behind him, placed them in his lap, and started massaging my tense muscles. “Freddie, you’ve got to take care of yourself. If you’re on your feet all the time, you should get a massage every once in a while.”
“No time.” Between Marino’s and Sophia, there was no such thing as Freddie time now that we were on our own. Asking Mama to watch Sophia while I pampered myself didn’t feel right.
But asking Mama to keep her overnight so you could get laid was okay? My inner voice chastised.
“You need to make time,” he scolded me.
“It’d probably be really shitty to say I could make time every night if you were here, huh?” There I went, thinking about a future with Peter again. This was why I shouldn’t be trusted with relationships; it was too easy for me to confuse the slightest spark of attraction for a raging inferno, and by the time I realized the flame had gone out, it was too late.
“I definitely wouldn’t mind ending the days like this while I’m around,” he responded. I moaned when Peter hit a particularly tender area on my calf.
Eating wasn’t easy when I flinched every few seconds as he tried to work the knots out of my muscles. The place he’d ordered from was one of my favorites, but it turned out their food wasn’t nearly as good reheated. Finally, I gave up on trying to eat and rested my head against the back of the couch. I had almost drifted off to sleep when my eyes sprang open. I was not about to waste tonight with Peter.
“I should get to bed. If you want, you’re more than welcome to join me,” I offered, not wanting to seem presumptuous.
“Only if you’re sure, Freddie,” he responded, his tone serious. “We don’t have to do anything if you’re too tired.”
“Fuck that,” I argued. “We have the house to ourselves. Sure, it might be moving things a bit too fast, but you’ll soon realize what a luxury this is. I’m not sleeping with you across the hall when we could get started on my education.”
“Ooh, does that make me the teacher and you my misbehaving student?” he teased.
I stood, holding out a hand to help him off the couch. When he made it to his feet, I yanked him so his chest was plastered against mine. “I’m pretty sure you’re the one who wants to be punished, not me.”
Peter squirmed and his dick pressed against my thigh. I couldn’t help but wonder what he was wearing under his thin sleep pants. With any luck, it was something lacy. Or maybe satin like the day I discovered his secret. Fuck, now I was the one getting painfully hard, but I was commando under my shorts which meant there was nothing to restrain my arousal. Peter looked down, then cupped my dick in his hand. “Seems a shame to waste this. And it definitely doesn’t feel like I’m pushing you to do anything you’re not ready for.”
“Please, don’t keep me waiting,” I begged, dragging him up the stairs to my room. I paused before opening the door, trying to talk myself out of what I was about to do. Spending the night with Peter would break down so many of the walls I’d built around my life. I would no longer be able to lie to myself, saying I wasn’t bi, I just knew a good looking man when I saw one. I could tell myself this was just a fling or an experiment, but Peter was the first boy who’d made me question my sexuality, and now he was an unfairly gorgeous man.
I made my way through the dark bedroom, turning on the small lamp next to the bed. Even that little bit of light left me feeling exposed.
“Strip,” I ordered, barely recognizing the commanding tone of my voice. Peter’s breath hitched, but he instantly reached for his waistband, pushing the fabric over his slender hips. And holy fuck me up a flag pole, the sight of Peter in nothing but a pair of skimpy briefs and a simple white undershirt had me ready to bust a nut without even touching myself. My hands itched to feel the deep red lace. My mouth watered as I caught a peek at his erection through the delicate pattern. They might look like women’s underwear, but the way they hugged his sac, they were definitely made for a man.
“You like? I didn’t have much to choose from, but I thought you’d appreciate them.” Peter lifted his arms over his head and spun around slowly. My hands shook as I reached out, giving into the urge to explore Peter’s body. I drew him over to the bed, guiding him to the mattress. He grabbed my dick, giving it a firm squeeze that was more erotic than it should’ve been. “I’m going to take this as a yes.”
“Absolutely,” I confirmed. When Peter tried pulling down my gym shorts, I swatted his hand away. I didn’t want to rush this, and if he curled his fingers around my shaft, it wasn’t going to take long before I exploded.
I sat on the edge of the mattress, positioning him between my legs. His dick formed a thick ridge testing the strength of the fabric. I leaned forward, resting my forehead against his hip. His masculine scent was a stark contrast to the delicate lace.
“Want to taste you,” I admitted. I stared up at him, running my tongue over my bottom lip.
“My body is yours,” he told me, not realizing what effect that would have on me. God, how I wished he were truly mine. But he wasn’t, and there was no time tonight for somber thoughts.
Instead of pulling down the lace briefs to free his cock, I closed my mouth over the fabric, trailing my tongue along his length. When I sucked at the tip, Peter let out a low moan as he started gently canting his hips back and forth.
“Yeah baby, like that,” he praised me. “Fuck, if your mouth is that good teasing me, I can’t wait to shove my dick down your throat.”
I reached up, pulling the lace to the side far enough that his balls were exposed. I held them in my hands for a moment, taking in the smooth skin there. It was unexpected, but also oddly perfect that he groomed down there. Made the whole package that much more erotic. I paused, willing my nerves to settle before sucking one nut into my mouth. Peter’s hands fisted my hair and he took control of the encounter. “Just like that, Freddie. Fuck, your mouth is nirvana. Suck it harder.”
And so, I did. Peter widened his stance, allowing me to reach between his legs and tug at the back of his underwear as I pressed a finger into his crack. He moaned louder now, his body trying to figure out which pleasure to chase. I wanted to do more, go further, but I was new to all this and didn’t know what he’d like.
“Stop thinking so much,” he told me, yanking my mouth away from his balls. He shoved me back on the bed and crawled on top of me. “I promise, there’s nothing you’ll do I haven’t done before.”
“That’s sort of the whole problem.” I cringed when I realized that admission had slipped past my lips.
Peter pinned me to the bed, holding my arms over my head as he bent down to kiss me. He ground his cock against my stomach, and I pushed him lower, wanting the friction against my own aching dick. “Whatever you’ve thought about doing while you jerk off, that’s what I want you to do. Just because I have more experience than you doesn’t mean I won’t have fun. That’s the kick-ass thing about sex; as long as everyone gets off, there aren’t many ways to do it wrong.”
“Will you tell me what you like?” When I fantasized about being with a man, I’d always pictured myself with someone smaller than me, but that didn’t mean they bowed to my desires. What I craved was a man who wasn’t afraid to tell me what got him going because there was little I wanted more than to see him come apart at the seams knowing I was the one who brought him pleasure. “If you could ask me to do anything to you, what would it be.”
