“If our lives were different, if I hadn’t worked so damn hard to establish my career New York, then you’re exactly the type of person I’d want to have a relationship with. But I learned long ago that it does nobody any good to wish for something you can’t have.” The sadness in Peter’s tone was like a knife to my heart. I wanted to point out all the ways he could still have his career without having to give us up, but it wasn’t my place. He was a smart man, he had to understand it was possible for him to commute as needed. It wasn’t as if his assignments were on the opposite side of the country, they were just a quick train ride away.
I let the conversation falter, not interested in digging this hole any deeper than I already had. With any luck, Peter would chalk tonight up to my propensity to over-think everything and he’d still reveal the surprise he’d been teasing at every time he got the chance tonight.
Sophia was sound asleep by the time I pulled into the driveway. Peter got her out of her seat while I jogged ahead to unlock the front door. I heard her mumbling as he carried her up the stairs to her bedroom about how we were supposed to watch a movie tonight but didn’t hear his response. A few minutes later, Peter came down the stairs still wearing those sexy heels.
“To answer your question,” Peter said as he crossed the living room and held out a hand to guide me off the couch. “No, I don’t have any issues with how much time we spend in the bedroom. Being with you is like a fantasy come true, and I’d rather not waste a single minute of the time that we do have together.”
That did make me feel better, but I still wanted to find ways to show Peter how much I appreciated everything he had done for Sophia and me since he got here. There’d be time for me to figure that out tomorrow; tonight, I had a sexy present to unwrap.
10
Peter
I wasn’tsure what had gotten into Freddie. There’d been a distinct change in his mood from the time he sat down with us at dinner until we left the restaurant. I wanted more than anything to be the man Freddie wanted me to be, but I still had it stuck firmly in my head if I left the city my clients would forget about me and I’d be starting over. Coming home for him when I refused to come home for my own family felt like a slap to their faces, and as much as I didn’t like the way my father or sisters acted, I didn’t want them thinking I’d been unwilling to take over the bakery out of spite. There was nothing I’d ever be able to do that would show them I hadn’t wanted to take on that role because I knew it would kill me inside.
“Why don’t you go get ready for bed,” I suggested to Freddie, stopping in front of the door to my bedroom. “I need to get a few things and I’ll be right in.
There was one piece of the outfit I’d been reluctant to put on and definitely wouldn’t have worn for date night with Sophia. Even now, I was hesitant because I’d had experiences in the past where similar articles of clothing had been misunderstood by partners, and I wasn’t sure how I’d react if Freddie was upset.
It was easy to find the small gift box the clerk at the store had given me, assuming I was there to pick up a gift for someone special. It wasn’t the first time this had happened either, and I learned it was easier to smile and say thank you rather than trying to correct them. I pulled back the hot pink tissue paper, revealing an emerald green camisole that I’d been drawn to the moment I saw it. After shrugging out of my shirt, kicking off my boots, and pushing my jeans over my hips, I slid the green satin over my head. I stared down at the boots, wondering if it would seem like overkill if I put those back on for my trek across the hallway. In the end, I decided to say fuck it and do it, because my ass looked spectacular when I wore those boots.
I poked my head into the hallway to make sure Sophia was still sleeping before crossing to Freddie’s bedroom. I heard the water running in his bathroom so I crept through the room as quietly as possible, hoping to surprise him. When he caught a glimpse of me through the mirror he froze, toothbrush hanging out of his mouth and toothpaste dribbling down his chin.
I snuck up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. “You like?”
“Like? I fucking love,” Freddie responded, turning so he could place his hands on my hips. He pulled me closer to him, allowing me to feel just how much he was enjoying his surprise. “I haven’t seen you wear anything like this before. Is it new?”
“Yeah, I picked it up a few weeks ago when I was out shopping with Maria. Let me tell you, shopping with her is definitely an adventure. We got more than a few looks from other shoppers when we were looking for clothes for me in the women’s department and then moved over to the men’s department to find outfits for her.” I don’t know why I was suddenly rambling about shopping with my sister when I was trying to be sexy. I think it had something to do with feeling off kilter since our conversation in the car.
“And she didn’t give you a hard time about it?” Freddie slid his hands under the hem of my top, tracing the tip of his finger up my sternum and over to my nipple. I hissed when he pinched the bud between his fingers, squirming when he gave a little twist. For someone who didn’t have much experience being with another man he sure as hell knew how to turn me on. “You know what? We can talk about this later. There are a lot of things I want to do tonight and chatting is right near the bottom of that list.”
It was good to see we were both on the same page. I was so horny I was tempted to drop to my knees right there in front of Freddie, but there was something about the toothpaste across his chin the give me pause. I stepped back, spinning him around to face the mirror again. “Why don’t you get finished up in here and I’ll meet you out in the bedroom?”
While he finished brushing his teeth, I turned out the overhead light and turned on the lamps on the nightstands. Needing something else to do, I neatly folded back the quilt because if I had my way tonight was going to get a bit more adventurous and messy than we had in the past, and I didn’t want to destroy his bedding.
Freddie came out of the bathroom a few minutes later wearing nothing but his conservative boxer briefs. I made a mental note to pick him up something with a little more color the next time I went shopping. It wasn’t like I expected him to wear the same type of undergarments I enjoyed, but Freddie had far too much personality for boring white and gray.
“Sit on the edge of the bed,” I told him. He eyed me warily when I didn’t join him and started messing around on my phone. I don’t know what had gotten into me, but I wanted to put on a little show for Freddie. The longer I thought about it, the more I worried I was taking tonight from erotic over the line into corny, so without turning on any mood music, I set the phone down and started walking across the room towards Freddie, ghosting my fingers over the frilly edges of my lace underwear.
“Fuck Peter, you have no idea what it does to me knowing you trust me enough to be yourself around me.” I purposely stood just out of Freddie’s reach, still intent on drawing out tonight’s pleasure. As I spun around slowly, bending over to put my ass on display for him, I glanced back and noticed Freddie rubbing his erect cock through the thin fabric of his underwear. I gave him a mischievous smile as I widened my stance. I reached between my legs, pulling the fabric to the side just enough for my balls to hang free, moaning as I played with them, thinking about how much better it would be once I had Freddie’s hands on my body.
As much fun as it would be to beg Freddie to fuck me while I was wearing my boots, I worried about scratching him. Still facing away from him, I bent over at the waist, unzipped my boots, and carefully kicked them off. I stepped between Freddie’s legs, tossing my head back as his palms ran over the silk of my stockings. He fumbled with one of the garters, causing it to snap back against my thigh. He bent forward, tenderly kissing the abused flash.
“So I take it you like your surprise?” I closed the distance between us, stepping close enough my dick was trapped between my body and his.
“Yes baby, I love it.” He slid his hands beneath the lace, digging the tips of his fingers in my flesh. He ran his hands up and down the elastic garters, every graze of his fingers sending shivers through me. “Wish you wouldn’t have worn these. I have a feeling they’d get in the way if I toss you over the bed and tried to fuck you just like this.”
Fucking was the one thing we hadn’t done so far. Ever since the first time we were together, I’d been dying to feel Freddie’s cock inside of me, but I hadn’t wanted to pressure him into anything he wasn’t ready for. Hearing him tell me all the dirty things he wanted to do to me made me wish I hadn’t worn quite so much. Unfortunately, this wasn’t like the movies where the alpha male could reach up and tear off his partners underwear with one firm yank.
“Whatever you want to do tonight, I’m yours.” Freddie slid his hand up my body, tightening his grip around the front of my neck, drawing me down to him. If it had been anyone else I’d have been terrified, but with Freddie I knew I was safe. “Want you to take me, want you to own me. Want to know that no matter what happens, I’m yours.”
I yelped when Freddie tossed me on the bed, climbing over my body to lay next to me. He bent down and kissed me tenderly, sweetly, leaving me pleading for more as he started stroking my cock through the fabric. He curled his fingers around the edge of the lace pushing, it down far enough to free my dick and balls, then bent down and licked a stripe up the length of my shaft. He kissed his way up and down my body for what seemed like forever, never giving me enough, leaving me a babbling mess.
“You think you can be quiet?” Freddie asked, his mouth hovering directly over my dick. “If I fuck you, I’m not sure I’ll be able to go slow. Been thinking about this for so fucking long.”
I’d bite the pillow if I had to, but knowing Freddie wanted to go there, that he’d fantasized about how he wanted to plow into me, I wasn’t leaving this room until I’d been fucked so thoroughly I couldn’t walk straight.
“Do it,” I begged him, flipping onto my stomach as he sat up to get lube and a condom out of the nightstand. That was new; the one other time we’d talked about doing this, we’d stopped because he didn’t have supplies and he was too impatient to wait for me to make the long trek across the hall. And yes, I still gave him shit for that.
