Hate Is An Evil Type Of Love

6. Emotion

I lay back down, with my head in his lap again, slowly waiting for Peter's soft breaths to lull me into sleep.
I yawn, "When do your parents get home?"
I'm not worried about what they'll think if I'm here, just what they'll think about me staying here. Peter checks his phone, and answers,

"In a couple more hours. They just texted, said they're gonna be working late. Also said they're gonna pick up some pizza, since leftovers from yesterday aren't enough to serve all four of us." "You told them about me?" I ask, surprised.

"I kind of had to. They have a security camera set up out front."
"Ahh, I see."
My nervousness slowly grows as our conversation ends, and only the sound of Peter's pencil scraping against his notebook can be heard.
I start to anxiously tap my fingers on the floor, worrying about what Peter's parents are going to think of me, and what Peter thinks of me.

"Peter?" I say, getting his attention.
"Hmm?" He keeps his eyes on the sketch, raising his eyebrows to acknowledge that he's listening.
"Should we maybe...talk? A-about what we-I-I mean what I..." I struggle to find the right words again, and the tapping gets faster. Peter looks up and sets the pad and pencil down.

"Sure. What's on your mind?" He asks, looking me in the eyes and smiling.
I bite my lip, and nervously spit out, "W-well...you know...are we...d-dating?" His smile widens as he begins to realize why I'm so nervous to talk to him all of the sudden.
"Ahhh, impatient are we?" He flirts, the smile shifting to a sly grin as he toys with my emotions.

I blush harder, I'm probably the color as the walls now, "N-no! Just...I want to know, with everything that's happened today...where do we...stand?"
I'm still laying on his lap, looking up at him but avoiding his beautiful caramel brown eyes.
"Or, you just want a chance to call all of this yours?" He gestures to his chest, down to his crotch, a smirk on his lightly tinged pink lips.

"As for where we stand, hmm." He puts a finger to his chin, softly tapping his olive toned skin. 'Oh god,' I say to myself, 'why am I just now realizing all these little details about him. His skin tone?!?'
"I'd say we stand together, wouldn't you? As official boyfriends who go on normal dates like normal people, not fuck after saving one of us from jumping off a cliff."
He finishes, poking my nose.

'What the hell?' I think.
"You want to be my...boyfriend?" I repeat, stunned.
"Wasn't that established when I jerked you off?" He starts to pick the notebook and pencil up again, but I interrupt by kissing him hard on the lips.
My arms fly around his neck and back as a wave of emotions, positive feelings, hit me like a mother fucking truck going ninety on a sixty-five.

Peter gasps in surprise, but his arms wrap around me too.
I feel like laughing, crying, screaming, yelling, throwing a fit; but I ignore it and kiss him harder.
After a few seconds, we pull apart gasping for air.

Our faces are still so close together, our noses are touching. He laughs, still breathing pretty heavily, and it's turning me on again.
I groan a bit, uncomfortable at how tight my boxers are getting again.
Peter noticing this, says, "Well, we could just...screw the rules, so I can finish where I left off?" I let out a loader groan when his thumb brushed the jean fabric over my now plump erection.

"Fuck yes..." I breath, unbuttoning his shirt, envious to feel his toned abs and chest.
He grabs both of my hands into his, stopping what I'm doing, saying, "Hang on a second, I said I'm gonna finish! I'm undressing you, Princess." He pulls my hands in, dragging me towards the bed.

I try to resist, but he's just so goddamn strong! He pins my arms behind my back and says, "Hmm, should Daddy get a little kinky this time?" I shudder at the whispers of warm breath hitting my neck.
"What d'you think, Princess?" He pulls my jeans down around my ankles and pushes me onto the bed.

I land on my side, and he still has my arms pined. He purposefully brushes his knee against my crotch, rubbing hard against the boxers a couple times.
I moan and try to get free of his grip, but I can't.
"I'll take that as a yes." Peter whispers into my ear, "On your knees, Princess!"

He releases the grip on my hands so I can do as I'm told.
"Mmh, love that ass!" He moans, pulling my boxers down to my ankles.
"Shirt." He commands, and I gladly obey, pulling my shirt off quickly. I can hear him undressing as I kneel back into my position, the sound of fabric hitting the carpet leaving me panting in anticipation.

He's back in the bed, running his smooth fingers down my thigh, behind me. I shudder as his fingers trail back up, teasing my entrance.
"You up for a little anal, Princess?" He quietly asks, his breath husky and rough. I moan as he inserts his finger in, smoothly coated in lube. In, and out, and adds another.

I moan as I feel his warm fingers scissoring inside my ass, widening the entrance in the process. I'm practically drooling and panting, like a dog, once he has the third finger in.
"J-just fuck me already!" I moan loudly, so anxious to have his cock inside of me. He laughs, "If you say so, Princess." I can hear him coating his dick in lube before pushing the tip inside slowly.

I moan, panting, "D-don't call me P-Princess!" He thrusts in deeper, sending flairs of pleasure all throughout my body.
It feels so good, I can't keep up on my hands and knees anymore. I fall, groaning as my face hits the pillow. Peter lays on top of me, pushing his dick in further.
"Weak little Princess, aren't ya? Couldn't handle how good it felt, could you?"

His voice rings in my head like a fire alarm, sending signals straight to my dick. I whine, "More!" I moan when he picks up the pace, slamming into me. I yell out a few obscenities, gripping the bed sheets.
"Ah-ahh-ah!" He grabs my dick with both hands and starts jerking me off.

"Oh god, Princess, you feel so good." He moans into my ear as he pumps my cock, coaxing an early climax.
"Ahh-f-fuck, Peter!" I yell, "I'm gonna c-cum!" "Ahh-goddamn it!" Peter yells, and I can feel the warm cum filling my ass.
He continues to pump my dick, but it only takes a couple more seconds before he's got cum all in his hands.