Vegas & Pete - The reason why I love you

I - 9 The daily life

2 months later

Pete

I am so happy. For the past two months we're living a dream. Vegas and I rarely leave each other, only when we have to take care of our business.

Every morning I wake up he hold me close in his arms. Our legs are intertwined and I'm gently rubbing up against him. He places a gentle kiss on my forehead and whispers in my ear: - Good morning my love - and he often adds: - shall we take the shower together?

For a long time I understood that "hanging the shower" did not have the same meaning for Vegas than for the rest of the world. The bathroom is our morning playroom. We played in the shower, the bathtub, on the sink, against the closet and even on the carpet on the floor

I always agree. Firstly because I always want to, but also it's my way to boost his self-confidence. I decided to support him unconditionally in everything he does. I think it can help him after the physical but most of all mental destruction that his father caused him everyday.

He throws me over his shoulder and heads to the bathroom.

- Let me go Vegas! - I tell him, hitting his lower back. 

He said to me, giving me a pat on the behind 

- Me Tarzan, you Jane! Don't move ! 

We watched the Disney movie not long ago. I see it gives him some ideas.

When he gets into the shower he tells me - lift your arms. He begins to explore my mouth.

- Wait, I didn't brush my teeth!

- I don't care, in the jungle there's no toothbrush.

I smile and we continue our kiss. I like it when, while we're kissing, his tongue starts from my lower lip and goes up to my upper lip almost to my nose.

I like it too when he whispers dirty little words in my ear like - I like your well-rounded little ass, my cock will make you cry my love - I admit that it still turns me on more.

He flips me. His mouth follow the path of my spine down to my butt he bites. I shout of pleasure. He takes shower gel and with his hand between my legs he starts soap my cock, already tense with desire.  He keeps one hand on my cock while the other continues its way towards my balls then passes in the groove between my two buttocks.

- You like it ? he asks me

- Yes! He begins to push his fingers into my hole. - You like it too?

I can't speak anymore, I just whisper a - Huuum - to tell him how crazy he is driving me.

Suddenly with a quick movement I escape his caresses, grabs him by the shoulders and presses him against the shower wall.

- It's your turn, I tell him

I shut him up by looking straight in his eyes. My hand lay on his sex while I continue to hypnotize him with my gaze. He likes it when I control him, right away he shuts up.

He goes weak, his arms are hugging my waist. I take the shower gel and begin to rub his chest. Then I go down to his legs until I came face to face with my double dragon. I plant a kiss on his pink tip. He grunts.

I grab his thighs and push his cock inside my mouth. I love the taste of his tail, it tastes like spicy chicken salad, it tastes good and makes me feel like home.

I managed to block him for a moment but I feel that he's trying to take over. He picks me up, grabs my thighs, raises them and says to me:

- I'll take you there, let me baby. 

As if I wanted to stop him! He inspects my hole and, seeing that everything is ready to welcome him, slowly get into me.

Our bodies know each other so well now that our gestures are in perfect harmony; I reach for him and he increases his speed.

- I'm going to cum - I throw at him with a moan.

- Me too. Come my love - he fucks me harder and harder.

We leave together screaming our names

Vegas

We are having breakfast. I wrapped Pete's legs around mine under the table. He talks to me, smiles at me and I feel good.

Why in this moment of total happiness, am I moping around. I start thinking "I used to drug myself with hatred; my drug was my desire to crush this shitty family and take my revenge on my father's contempt.

Hatred made me strong. 

But since I shoot myself with love. My drug is him, always him and him only. Love makes me weak because all my happiness is in his hands and I no longer control anything. What if one day he's tired of me?

He clearly can follow the free flow of my thoughts and he told me

- Vegas, is there something wrong?

I drive away my dark thoughts and smile to him. 

- No, everything's ok, don't worry.

Luckily, I have the mission given by Porsche, otherwise I couldn't help but follow him everywhere like a dog following his owner.

"Shit! I became the dog! 

Good boy! Good boy!" 

I feel the anger welling up inside me again.

- I have to go - I say. I get up, place a quick kiss on his forehead and leave the house.