Universe (VegasPete) R18

Chapter 6 - Seven (+18)

-Vegas-

As Pete was acting like a complete lunatic, I wondered how in a blink of an eye, we end up hiding in the fucking laundry room. We were having a great time ten seconds earlier and now I tried to figure out why my wife is losing his shit again.

« What are you doing Pete? Pete! »

I didn't have time to say anything more when he suddenly jumped on me crushing his lips against mine. His body was hot, I could feel him trembling against my chest. What the fuck is going on!

The taste of Pete's tongue, a soft and sweet flavor invading my mouth was like a bomb, it made me stop questioning right away. I clearly remembered this feeling; it was exactly like the first time we kissed. I used to play with fire, and here we go again.

The only thing that change is that, this time, we are both not afraid to be burn anymore.

Pete's cock was hard since the beginning, I could feel it, he didn't even try to hide it. I was about to grab his hard on, but he suddenly pushed my hand away, bringing it back on the washing machine, fiercely.

What the hell Pete?!

He suddenly took a few inches back, staring at my lips, then directly into my eyes, looking like a puppy who did something wrong. But his pupils were dilated and foggy. His wet and soft body as a gift offered to my desire. But in his eyes, there was a flame I never saw before.

I see, you wanna take the lead, my love? Go ahead, show me!

I realized that I had no chance to win as soon as I stepped in the arena anyway. From the start, I had no chance at all. Pete shut my demons down letting them only show when we fuck. And, today, those demons are in love.

What a beautiful fucking mess!

« You! You don't move! You don't do anything. You let me take care of... You know... This! »

What the fucking fuck?! Is he really going to...? Did someone exchange my wife while I was in a coma?!

Pete's hands traveled along my neck and my shoulders, stopping on my chest, he started to unbutton my shirt. He was clearly nervous. I let him do, looking at his hands, but my thoughts became blurry.

What the fuck is happening?

« 1...2...3... »

« Why...Why are you counting? » I asked as I was trying to figure out why Pete was so focused and why I felt like a fucking virgin.

« I... I need time to prepare. »

« Prepare for what ...? Pete? »

« 4... »

« Pete what's going on, you are driving me fucking crazy! » At this point, I didn't know how I was feeling, my heart was beating erratically, but I felt something was off.

What is he trying to show me? What is he trying to tell me?

As I attempted to stop his hands once again, Pete lifted his head, meeting my eyes. Staring deeper, a feeling of sadness pierced through his gaze.

What could possibly be so heavy on your heart that you can't find the strength to tell me, my love?

Our hands were joined on my chest, and I could feel the incredible warmth of his trembling fingers, slowly trying to keep traveling along. I let him do, but I didn't let go of his hands, following his movements.

« 5... I'm sorry. »
I frowned as I heard Pete's sobbing voice

« Sorry for what Pete? You... »

« Sorry I didn't have time to tell you how much I missed you. »