Pete One-Shots

Come Show Me (Part 2)

I was about to sit next to him until I felt his hand against my ass, stopping me from sitting down. Anxiety started to happen and I got confused as to what he was doing. As I stood back up, looking back at him. He took another hit and he shuffled on the seat till he was directly behind me. Our eyes still looking back at each other, his exhaled some more smoke and he put one hand on each of my hips, slowly pulling me down till I was sitting on his lap. 

"Jazz" Pete groaned as he put his joint down on the coffee table as he gripped at my hips before dragging them around my waist and I could feel him pressing his forehead on the back of my head. 

"Pete?" and I was trying to turn in his lap but he seemed to resist it. Instead, he hugged me against him one last time before leaning back, placing a hand in the middle of my back and pushed me forward till I ended up touching the ground with my hands but I was still seated in his lap. He hissed as I struggled to sit back up properly, feeling my ass rub up against his groin in the process until I stopped, realising the position he had put me in. 

"Jazz" he whispered again. As both his hands found their way back on my hips  and he gripped them again. I tried looking behind my shoulder to see his expression. He brought one of his hands to his mouth and was biting down on the knuckle of his pointer finger as he stared down at my ass.  His head fell back and I finally whispered "oh shit". 

Petes eyes widened as he bit his lip and our eyes locked. 

"Fuck, I'm sorry- I thought you kinda liked me a bit differently. Shit, lemme help you up" he scrambled, jumping up from the seat and pushing me right to the ground. He took my arm and pulled me to my feet. I was still processing what he had just said as he went into the kitchen and turned on the lights, running his hand through his hair and pacing back and forth. 

At that point my brain had fully comprehended...Pete knew we felt differently about each other. 

Pete was about to grab a cigarette of the kitchen bench till I walked in front of him and put a hand on his chest. 

I took a step back from him and took the zip of my dress that ran down the side of my dress and slowly pulled it down and took the straps from my dress and slid them off my shoulder. 

I watched Pete's face and saw his adam's apple bobble as I let the dress fall to my feet and I stepped out of it. With my heels still on I managed to just be about four inches shorter than him. I took a step forward and slowly backed Pete up till he was pushed up against the wall. 

"Pete, show me how much you like me?" as I turned around and bent over, gently grinding my ass against the front of his sweat pants. 

He seemed to have been caught off guard as I stood up again, leaned against him and guided his hands into mine, starting at the side of my face and slowly trailing them down the side of my bra, down the front of my stomach till he brushed my hands away and his hand came to the side of my underwear and I could hear the sound of his breathe going faster. 

"I been waiting too long for you" and he slowly exhaled, his breath making the hairs on my arm stand up in excitement. And in a matter of seconds, Pete had ripped my underwear apart, the sound alone made me collapse against him as he draped an arm across my chest and gentle squeezed my tits before gently standing up straight and turning me to face him. 

"I've wanted to bend you over that kitchen counter over there" and he leaned forward, cupping my face and his lips connected against mine and I truely felt electricity run through my body. "I've wanted to slowly fuck you on that couch we were just sitting on" and his hands slid from my back down to my ass and he grunted as he squeezed them both before planting a slap on one, and instead of crying out, I groaned in our kiss and his tongue dove into my mouth as I wrapped my arms around his neck, trying to pull him as close as possible.