Universe (VegasPete) R18

Chapter 7 - The enthral (+18)

-Pete-

This is it. I said it.

I spent so much time thinking I would never be able to let go of those words that were stuck inside my heart.

I never thought I was ready, nor I was able to say it out loud. I couldn't hold back this feeling urging. My body, my soul, were surrendering. Surrendering to him.

My heart still felt like it'll eventually come out off my chest, unable to rest. And at this point, I didn't even know who was going to stop the other.

Damn it.

« Do you like that Pete? »

Why...Why is he asking me? I am not even able to stay still.

My hair, my body, my mind, my feelings are a mess.

How can someone be this weak? As soon as his skin touched mine it felt like everything around faded away. All my determination, my convictions, vanished and came back biting me in the ass as soon as he stops. Every molecules of my body are boiling up. Every part of my soul were torn.

His skin, I can't stop touching.
His lips, I can't stop kissing.
Vegas. His name, I can't stop moaning.

Let go of me. Let go of me. For the sake of all being, Vegas. We can't do that. Not now, not like that. I'm worried. I'm scared.

The more I kept repeating those words inside my head, the more my grip around his neck became stronger. The more we were stroking our hard on, the more I felt I was about to burst.

I felt Vegas's hand slowly travelling down my back, stopping on my butt cheek. His fingers gently started to brush the lowest entrance of my body...

An electrifying shiver travelled up towards my neck. I bit my bottom lips so hard to the point it started to hurt.

PETE! Wake up! Come on, do something!

I quickly stopped his hand and, as Vegas was apologizing, not even trying to resist, I couldn't let go.

I put two of his fingers in my mouth without any hesitation. Looking at him like I was pleading for my life.

Well... That was not what I was thinking when I said « do something », you buffalo!

I brought his hand back near my entrance and tighten my grip around his neck, seizing his sweat soak shirt.

My body wouldn't listen to me anyway. His smell, his touch, have the power to divide me into two distinct entities: my head trying to fight with all its might and my stubborn body, surrendering to everything that make him, Vegas.

When my head crashed on his shoulder, I knew I was giving up.

His finger slowly caressed the hole, drawing little circle. I closed my eyes, hard, biting my lip even harder than before. I was out of breath.

The circles became tinier, and I felt a little push of one of his fingers against the most sensitive part of my body. As Vegas's entered slowly inside me, starting to move back and forth gently, I couldn't hold my moans. Vegas neither.

« Ah...Fuck, Pete. » His whispering voice made me grasped his shirt even more.

Vegas was holding me stronger, his hand left my manhood for my back, his arm pressing my chest against his, desperately trying to merge our bodies together. I could feel his heart beating like a lunatic.

The sweat of his hair dripping on my temple, on my cheek. He kissed my shoulder his mouth wide open, using his tongue to taste the salty skin. His teeth sank without warning into my skin. The arousing torture made me moan even more.