“Come here, baby.” He straddles me. “Next time I’m going to take my time to admire your beautiful body while you model the rest of the things you bought, but right now?” I lick my favorite path along his neck up to his earlobe. “I want you to ride me, right here.” I lean back on the bed to grab the supplies. Holding the condom between my fingers, I look at Pete. “I wish I could fuck you bare, nothing between us.”
“Let’s get tested tomorrow. I want that too, so much.” He kisses my lips, my neck and chest while I suit up. I lube my fingers and reach down to massage his hole to get him ready for me. My fingers brush the metal butt plug and I groan. He’s already prepped for me. Prepped and stuffed and ready. Tapping on the base I watch as his face contorts above me.
“Such a naughty boy. When did you put this in? Were you opening this little hole for me while I was washing dishes?” Gripping the base this time I tug a little until I can feel the widest part stretching his needy hole then I push it back in just to hear him moan. Fuck, the way he sounds has my cock leaking precum like a fountain and I can’t wait any longer to feel his heat.
I slowly pull the plug out of his hole, pausing to feel it flutter against my fingers before I push them inside, coating his rim with lube. “I’m ready, baby,” he urges, pushing off my fingers and lining himself up with my cock. When he feels my tip at his entrance he lowers himself in one quick move, taking me to the hilt.
“Oh fuuuck,” we moan at the same time and I’m thankful he takes time to adjust, because I need a second to stop myself from coming too quickly.
“You feel so good inside me, Gavin.” His hips start to move slightly, rocking back and forth as he throws his head back in ecstasy. “Your dick fills me up so perfectly, brushing against my… oh God, that’s it, right there,” he mumbles as I grab hold of his hips and I rock him harder against me, hitting his prostate over and over again.
“I love how you ride my cock baby. You look so fucking beautiful,” I groan loudly feeling him start to bounce harder against me, using me to take his pleasure. “Yes, baby, that’s it, take what you need. Touch yourself, be a good boy and let me feel you come while I’m deep inside you. Then I’m gonna fill you up, feed this greedy hole my cum.”
It only takes two strokes for his back to arch, his body to shudder and his cock to start shooting ropes of cum over my chest and hitting my neck. Watching him fall apart like that, hearing his cries of pleasure sends me right over the edge with him.
“That’s what I’m talking about, baby, just like that. Fuuuuck.” I spill into the condom and wish again that I was bare so I could feel my release dripping out of him.
“I could stay like this forever.” Pete’s face hiding in the crook of my neck muffles his words. “When we get the green light to ditch the condoms, I’m sleeping just like this.” He lifts his head, looking into my eyes. “With your cock as my butt plug.”
CHAPTER 19
PETE
I love birthdays, even when they aren’t mine. Tonight is Nyx’s birthday party and the whole gang is here. Including Jordy, Drew, and Roman who apparently is living with Carter now, which is a story I sure as shit need to know more about. I know Carter has serious hots for the guy but offering for him to stay at his apartment? Carter has never invited me to his apartment and Gavin never mentions going to hang out there. I don’t even know where the guy lives and we are friends. So I need to know what magic Roman worked to get that invitation.
We have sectioned off the back four tables at JACKS along with one pool table for our little party. I even hung banners on the wall and bought a balloon arch. Nyx probably hates the princess theme but it was all the store had at the last minute and with all of the pitchers of beer and shot glasses on the table I doubt she will make a fuss.
JACKS is even more packed than usual on a Friday night. I suspect that has something to do with Ryan making a little guest appearance on stage tonight. He hasn’t done a set here in a while. Between the whole him and Drew thing, then getting the puppies he’s either not been in the right frame of mind or just been too busy to perform. I know a lot of the regulars miss him, so when it was announced on JACKS’ social media that he would be performing there was a huge response.
Naturally our little group is the loudest of the bunch when he takes the stage and offers a huge happy birthday to Nyx before performing her favorite song. Which is extremely accurate and has the woman of the hour squawking along at the top of her drunk lungs. Cheers erupt around the room as Ryan sings the final few lines of his acoustic version of Meredith Brooks’ ‘Bitch’. We all stand up and clap loudly, but the whistle that cuts through it all makes me lift my head to my apparently drunk brother who is up on top of a chair whistling and yelling, “That’s my baby,” at Ryan who winks and blows him a kiss. Damn, everybody is well on their way to wasted except me and Gavin of course. I wanted to make sure the birthday girl felt special so I have been fussing around everybody else but I guess my big strong bear is going to take care of me tonight so I can afford to let loose a little. I slip past the barrier of our section and head to the bar to get another round of shots and maybe a few extra for myself.
It’s taking far too long to get noticed by the bartender tonight. The crowd seems to be multiplying and being pint-sized is not in my favor. “Can I buy you a drink, beautiful?” an unfamiliar voice asks from in front of me. I spot the stranger turned around on a barstool, his hooded eyes sweeping over my fabulous black lace corseted shirt and tight red pants. This outfit is incredible, thank you Jordan for talking me into buying it. So I let him take it all in before I meet his dark eyes. He has floppy blond hair, you know, like Justin Bieber in the 00’s style. Wearing a white henley that is stretched over his lean muscular form and dark wash denim jeans, he’s handsome if you like the preppy look, but he’s no Gavin.
“No thank you, but maybe you could get the bartender’s attention for me? I need ten tequila shots, salt and lemons.” I flash a big dimpled smile his way hoping that my rejection doesn’t prompt him to be an asshole and not help me. After a beat he nods and turns back to the bar waving at the somewhat flustered bartender. I don’t hear what he orders but I sure as fuck hope it’s my drinks. When a full tray of shots appear in front of him I try to push my card forward but he stops me and hands the guy cash. “Have one with me now and then you can take the rest back to your friends?” he offers and holds up two shots of dark liquid, whiskey maybe? Not my favorite but free drinks are free drinks.
I take the shot and clink my glass with his. “To good deeds.” I smile and knock it back before shaking my head as the bitter liquid hits my tongue and I have to force it down when my body demands we spit it back out. I’m sure it’s written all over my face how gross I thought that was but the guy doesn’t say anything, just laughs and hands me the tray of shots telling me to have a good night and hopes he will see me later. Not likely, but I don’t say that. I thank him like the good boy I am and head back to our table and my man.
It takes approximately thirty minutes for the two tequila shots and one whiskey shot I took to take effect. I am now sufficiently buzzed and shaking my ass in the middle of the dance floor, right in front of the stage as the resident DJ plays my request for ‘Walking On Sunshine’. This song will forever make me think of Gavin who I have somehow managed to drag onto the dance floor with me. He’s definitely not a dancer, more of a shift from one side to the other kinda guy but that’s okay, I can dance enough for the both of us and he’s just my pole.
Finishing the song with a dramatic spin, I start to feel dizzy. As the next song kicks in I stop in front of Gavin and grab his forearms to brace myself as my head continues to spin. “Wooooo too many shots and too many spins,” I laugh but my eyes can’t quite seem to focus. Everything is beginning to blur together with the overhead disco lights. Somebody should really tell Jack to replace that thing. It’s not the 70s anymore dude.
In the distance somewhere I can hear Gavin’s voice calling my name. When did he walk away? And who turned off the music? I try to take a step forward toward his voice but it’s almost like I’m wearing cement shoes and my legs are made of lead. I can’t move and the spinning is getting worse. I squint my eyes to try and make out the blurry faces around me. I hear it again. Gavin calling my name, he sounds almost frantic but before I can answer him to assure him that I’m fine, the floor begins to rise to meet me, then everything goes black.
GAVIN
WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?
One minute Pete is dancing around my body in circles, tempting me with his gyrating hips and lust-drenched eyes and the next his face pales and I can see sweat forming on his brow as he sways in place. I call to him, loud over the music but I watch in horror as his eyes roll to the back of his head and he drops in front of me. I jump forward to catch his lithe body, gathering him up in my arms and looking around frantically for help. I see Drew and Ryan pushing their way through the crowd to get to us. I feel helpless, I can’t fucking breathe.
“What happened to him?” Drew asks as he pulls Pete from my grip and lays him down on the floor. Seeing his brother pass out has obviously sobered him up. Ryan is clearing the gathering crowd around us as he calls for an ambulance. I shake my head.
“I… I don’t know, we were dancing then he just dropped. Fuck, is he breathing?” I ask the words, almost choking on them as I watch frozen on the floor kneeling beside the unconscious body of the man I love, and I do love him. Fuck, why didn’t I just fucking tell him?
“He’s still breathing, too slowly and he’s burning up,” Drew tells me but I’m not sure I can process what he’s saying. Pete isn’t moving. He’s just laying there and I’m just kneeling over his body. I feel something dripping onto my hand and I realize it’s tears, I’m crying. I don’t bother to wipe them away. I just watch immobile as the paramedics arrive and strap a mask to his face and lift him onto a gurney. I barely manage to get to my feet to follow them outside. There is no way I’m leaving him but it’s too late, I’m too slow, Drew has already rushed away with them.
A heavy hand lands on my shoulder as Ryan moves me through the crowd of onlookers. “Come on I haven’t had a drink yet, I’ll drive you to the hospital,” he tells me as the cold wind outside whips at my face. I don’t acknowledge his words other than to hand over the keys to my truck as he guides me to the parking lot. I keep replaying it over and over in my mind. The way Pete’s face lost all its rosy color and his eyes started to roll as he swayed on his feet. Was he sick and didn’t mention anything? Did he have too much to drink? No, he didn’t. I watched him all night. He only had those two shots.
I don’t register the drive to the hospital, or even walking through the building looking for somebody to help us. Ryan instructs me to sit on a chair in the waiting area while he checks with the nurses behind the big reception desk. My eyes sweep around the room at all the faces mirroring my own. Worry and concern etched into their features making them all almost look like clones of each other. Ryan appears in front of me with a coffee cup in each hand as he lowers himself slowly down beside me.
