The Mighty Fall In Love

Chapter Eight

CHAPTER EIGHT

I grab my plastic bag full of clothes and other stuff I packed for the night at the hotel room before Pete drags me out of the bus, almost tearing off my arm.

Pete has been so anxious about our "date" and he's been teasing me ever since we woke up together in my bed.

I follow Pete, trying to keep up with his purposeful, long strides, our fingers interlaced. Joe and Andy walk behind us, conversing, not in any rush.

We reach the lobby where the man at the front desk gives us the key to our single bed room. Pete pays and flashes me a wicked grin as he almost runs, dragging me behind him, through the hotel lobby and to the elevators.

As Pete tows me along, I glance back seeing Joe and Andy walk into the lobby, waving, smiling, and giving me thumbs up. I smirk and wave back with my free hand, trying not to lose my footing as Pete yanks me into the elevator as soon as it opens a few seconds after he hit the going up button.

Pete pushes a button which closes the doors and hits floor number 6.

Alone, finally alone, Pete grabs my face with such force that I'm surprised. He presses his lips hard onto mine, his hands snaking up and grazing the back of my neck, pushing me against the wall. I drop my hands to his waist and pull him closer to me. We kiss passionately. Pete bites my bottom lip and I let out a quiet moan.

"You like it rough, Trick?" Pete challenges as he kisses my jaw line, his voice coarse.

"Ye-yeah," I manage, still in shock about the lust and hunger behind Pete's embrace.

The elevator dings and the doors open. Pete pulls back and gives me a mischievous smirk before grabbing my hand once again and dragging me out of the elevator and to the door of our hotel room, which he found with ease. He takes the key card out his back pant pocket and opens the door, shoving me inside with him.

He throws the card onto the floor and I quickly survey the room before Pete pounces. He called ahead to make a reservation a few hours before; a one-bedroom room with a double bed and large bathroom, he requested, along with two six-packs of beer. The hotel isn't too shabby, I think before Pete springs at me.

Pete wraps his arms around my neck and I wrap mine around his waist again. His kiss is full of demand, hunger, and roughness as he slams me into the wall beside the door. I feel his coarse, short facial hair scratch at my skin and suddenly I am much more turned on. His lips and tongue slip along my jaw line and down my neck, where he sucks, kisses, and bites.

Another moan escapes from my clenched teeth and he chuckles devilishly. I realize I need Pete's fuck more than I thought.

He teases me, nibbling at my ear, running his tongue down my neck, kissing me.

I unzip his sweater and pull it open. I feel him up, outlining each of his ab and chest muscles. His body is perfect. I wish I could study it for hours and hours, outlining the deep grooves as Pete kisses my body hard. I move my hand from his chest down to bulge in his pants. I pause, running a hand over his rock. I slip my hand between his thighs and give a light squeeze.

Pete moans loudly and I snicker, moving my hands away from his member and trace his body all the way back up to his chest, all while he continues to lick and nibble my neck.

He lets go of my neck and rips open my button up top, whipping it off followed by his own hoodie, throwing them onto the floor, now feeling me up.

I nibble and bite at his lips and ears, both of us moaning with pleasure, unclad from the waist up. He reaches my bulge and returns the squeeze.

I moan into his ear. Four layers between his little erection and mine. His hand moves up and undoes my belt with ease. Pete pops the button of my skinny jeans, unzips them, and pulls them down, leaving me in my boxers.

Three layers. I reach at his belt, undo it and whip it off his slim waist. I fumble with the button and zipper for a split second, but manage to undo it as his lips meet mine again forcefully.

I pull back a smidge and pull down his jeans. Two layers. I relock my lips with Pete's.

He steps out of his jeans and sneakers, which he hadn't even had time to take off, lips still locked to mine. I do the same and run my hands through his hair. I press my body closer to his, pelvis to pelvis. Only two layers.

Lips locked, tongues in each other's mouth, we step simultaneously and in sync, making our way towards the bed.

Pete pushes me onto the bed and I lay on my back, panting. My dick standing up in my boxers, forming a tent.

"Fucking perfect," Pete murmurs, also out of breath, before climbing on top on me. "And that was just the pre-show."