VEGASPETE🔞+HER CRUEL BODYGUARD

Chepter 21[🔞+]

PETE POV

I must have dozed off shortly after because when I came to myself again the sky was turning gray outside. I was still in Vegas's arms. I listened to his breathing but soon realized it didn't sound as if he was sleeping. "You awake?"

"Can't sleep?"

"Hmm."

"Eagerly waiting for me to be ready for round two?" I teased. Being in Vegas's arms felt intimate and right. It scared me a little.

"More than eager."

I laughed then lifted my head off Vegas's chest. Our faces were close, and slowly his expression came into focus. He wasn't smiling, but his expression was softer than usual.

"Aren't you worried about catching feelings for me if we cuddle all night?" I tried to break the moment of tenderness, worried I'd like it too much.

Vegas slapped my ass lightly, making me jump. Any kind of sleepiness vanished in a blink. I raised my eyebrows.

"I really wish your mouth was sore too."

I poked my tongue out at him. "Maybe you need to angry fuck it again like you did yesterday."

Vegas glowered. Oh, someone was in a mood. It was almost endearing how concerned he was about me. "Pete. Don't remind me."

I traced his pecs with a manicured finger. I smiled secretly. "Don't tell me you feel guilty because I was a bachelor boy."

Vegas cast his eyes up at the ceiling. "Fuck. I should have realized it. I've known you for years. But you didn't act like you didn't know what you were doing."

"I wanted to impress you."

Vegas leveled his brown eyes on me. "You did." He paused. "But that was a lot for a first experience."

I bit my lip. "Yep. I learned more than I bargained for." I giggled nervously. I hated the sound. "Especially your thumb in my ass."

He shook his head. "Are you okay with it?"

I leaned up, grinning. "What if I said no?"

Vegas didn't smile.

"Would you apologize for fucking my mouth?"

"You know how much I hate if you talk like that."

"I know."

Vegas growled, grabbed my hips, and threw me on my back. Then he pressed between my legs and shoved my arms up above my head, his fingers tight around my wrists. His hips pressed into me and his tip entered me. I stopped breathing, my sore flesh aching at the intrusion.

Vegas stopped, his touch on my wrist becoming gentler.

"Don't stop," I whispered.

He shook his head with a low chuckle. He didn't pull out but he didn't enter me farther either. His thumb stroked along my pulse point as his head dipped and he snatched up my nipple between his teeth. I tensed then moaned when his tongue circled my puckered hole. For a long time, Vegas's lips and tongue lavished my nipples and only our low breathing could be heard in the room. Soon he reached between us and guided his tip back and forth over my opening and hole. I panted at the small lightning bolts of pleasure that radiated through me at the firm pressure against my sensitive cock.

I was soon slick with arousal and panting for more. Vegas looked up from my nipples. "You want more?"

"All of you," I said.

His smile widened, becoming hungrier and more possessive. He flipped us over, making me cry out in surprise as I suddenly found myself on top of him, straddling his hips. His cock pressed against my hole, his tip digging into my belly insistently. His balls pressed against my hole, and that felt strangely erotic too.