“You don’t need to think about either of those things right now,” he told me as he backed away. “Tonight is all about you and me getting away from reality. It’s about the fantasy of living in a world where we aren’t separated, where neither of us has to think about being together in terms of what we might have to give up. Tonight’s about me showing you everything I’ve ever dreamed about doing to you. Because even when I thought I never had a chance with you, it was always your face I saw late at night.”
“When you put it that way, I don’t even know how to respond.” I curled my fingers around the back of his head, weaving them into his long, freshly dyed, blond hair, sealing my mouth over his for a sweltering kiss. My tongue dove into his mouth, tasting the faint hint of mint toothpaste that made me hungry for more of him. By the time we came up for air, both of us were hard and Peter stroked my cock through my jeans. Right about then, I’d have done anything Peter asked as long as it wound up with us back in this apartment, in his bed, and naked as soon as possible.
14
Peter
The clubI wanted to take Freddie to wasn’t that far, but tonight I hadn’t dressed for walking the streets of New York. I had chosen every article of clothing for maximum effect and it was working. Freddie didn’t even realize what I wore under my clothes, but I couldn’t wait to show him once we got home. Hell, if I had my way, he’d realize while we were dancing that I’d pulled out a satin and lace corset I rarely ever wore, simply because I was dying to see his reaction to me wearing it.
The line outside the club was already down the street by the time we arrived, so I laced my fingers with Freddie’s and got behind everyone else. Nights like tonight, I wished life was like a Hollywood movie where everyone knew someone and had the hook up to avoid waiting their turn to get inside. The thumping bass of the music inside was barely audible from where we stood, but that didn’t stop me from swaying my hips, grinding my ass against Freddie’s dick, giving him a glimpse of what was to come once we were inside.
Freddie groaned behind me and I expected him to tell me to stop. He and I had never been affectionate in public beyond holding hands and even that was a rarity. If there was one thing I hoped to achieve this weekend, it was helping Freddie come out of his shell, proving he no longer had to hide who he was. Because the man I caught glimpses of once we were alone at home was truly stunning. When he relaxed, the lines stress dug into his forehead practically disappeared and his tense jaw went lax.
Instead of pushing me away to keep a respectable distance in public, Freddie slid a hand over the front of my pants and bit the side of my neck. “I swear to God, Peter, if you don’t quit that, I’m going to drag you home and fuck you senseless.”
“Mmmm, I love it when you get all caveman,” I replied as I redoubled my efforts. “But wearegoing into that club. You’re going to buy me a drink and then we’re going to dance. By the time we leave you’ll be so horny you’ll be tempted to toss me up against the side of the wall and fuck me in public.”
Yes, I was shoving Freddie right out of his comfort zone, but I had no doubt the thought would turn him on as much as it did me. He was so bottled up, so in control most of the time, and I was desperate to see how he looked when he came undone.
“You do that often?” I couldn’t help but smile at the jealously growled question. His fingers dug tighter into my hips, and he ground his cock into the cleft of my ass. I tipped my head back, resting it on his shoulder. I turned my head to the side and Freddie took the hint, sealing his mouth over mine in a sloppy, uncoordinated kiss.
“No, Freddie, I’ve never been fucked against a brick wall,” I reassured him. There were other things I’d done, but I wasn’t going to tell him that right now. I preferred revealing my depravity to him in drips rather than a flood that’d wash him out of my life. “But with you, I think it’d be hot as hell. My hands would be fucked for work on Monday, but I’d savor every scrape as a memory of what we’d done.”
“Oh, you’ll definitely remember this weekend.” He was already starting to loosen up a bit, which was good. He was uncomfortable here and I knew it. Knew before we’d even boarded the train he wouldn’t fit into my world. That was okay because I didn’t want him trying to force himself for my sake; I wanted to build a new life together, just the three of us and all our complications.
He sucked my earlobe between his teeth and clamped down just enough to sting. “By the time you leave the apartment Monday morning, I plan on you needing to wear something baggy because your ass is so tender. Or not, because like you said, the idea of every wince bringing back a memory of me fucking you is hot as hell.”
Someone pushed Freddie from behind, effectively and abruptly ending our foreplay. His arms tensed as he released me, spinning around to confront the asshole. Realizing that the guy was not-so-subtly trying to get us moving since there was a gap between us and the people ahead in line, I curled my hand around Freddie’s biceps to keep him from getting into a fight. “Babe, it’s our fault, not his.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He seethed. I hitched a thumb over my shoulder and his gaze followed. “Oh shit.”
“Sorry about that,” I told the guy behind us as we closed the gap.
“No apologies needed,” he responded, taking a slow look at Freddie from head to toe. “Not sure I’d be able to keep my hands off if I was either one of you.”
Even in the darkness, I noticed embarrassment staining Freddie’s face. I slid a hand over his cheek and kissed him softly. “See, and you were worried you’d stick out like a sore thumb. We’re not even inside yet and guys wish they could get a piece of this ass.”
To emphasize the point, I reached around and squeezed his ass. It had the opposite effect as I’d intended, and Freddie went still as a statue. “That’s… is that… do you want…”
The stammering was cute, but I put Freddie out of his misery. In my heels, I was about an inch taller than him, so I bent down. “No baby, I don’t want to fuck you. If I was into that, I’d have begged you long ago. I’m perfectly happy with you fucking me stupid every chance you get.”
His shoulders sagged in relief. The line moved again and he stepped forward without releasing me. It took almost a half hour before we reached the front of the line. While Freddie showered earlier, I slipped my license into his wallet, knowing there wouldn’t be room for anything in my pants. His eyes widened as I dug my hand into his pocket and took his wallet, quickly pulling out both of our IDs before handing them to the bouncer. He took a cursory look at the pictures then at our faces, satisfied that we were who we claimed to be. I pulled the cover charge out of his wallet, again because I’d put my money in there, and handed it over.
“Is this how it’s going to be from now on? You put your shit in my wallet when we go out?” he teased as we made our way through the long corridor and downstairs to the main club. I laughed, knowing he wouldn’t have heard me if I had responded.Yes, this is exactly how I want it to be between us from now on.
Freddie slid his hand around my waist and led me through the bar, keeping me close to his side while shielding me from anyone who might stumble into us. I spied a group vacating their table at the edge of the room, so I turned in front of him, pressing a hand to his chest. “You get us drinks, I’m going to grab that table.”
A few of my friends had texted while we were in line, letting me know they were on their way. By the time they got here, we’d have a place to land when we needed a breather, and I’d be well on my way to tipsy.
I wasn’t much of a drinker to begin with, but I’d been stone sober since shortly after Mama’s death. It didn’t feel right drinking at Freddie’s, knowing Sophia might need us in the middle of the night. I’d reached the point thinking about how I’d restructured my life for the needs of a five-year-old no longer freaked me out. It wouldn’t take more than a couple drinks tonight for me to be at my limit.
Freddie slid a drink across the table, complaining as he slid into the seat about how expensive everything was here. I chuckled, because I remembered the sticker shock when I first moved here. I’d tell him he’d get used to it, but I doubted he ever would. Instead, I slid a hand along Freddie’s chest as I leaned in, smiling when his breathing stuttered as my fingers grazed the edge of his dick. Yeah, someone wasn’t as opposed to the idea of getting a little freaky in public as I’d thought he’d be.
Pushing him another step out of his comfort zone, I dragged my tongue over my lower lip as I cupped his package. I gave him a quick squeeze as I leaned in to be heard over the music. “What would you do if I unzipped your jeans and stroked you right here?”
He bristled, but it was impossible to miss the deep, slow inhale. When I kissed the front of his neck, his Adam’s apple bobbed, tempting me to suck it. Freddie groaned. “Look around you, babe. No one’s going to say a word.”
“I’ve never—”
