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“It’s just a check-up, Peter, I could’ve come here by myself.”
Peter said he made a decent amount of money testing products and vlogging, but why did he insist on driving something that looked like an heirloom from the nearest predator ring? Several women in the parking lot already crossed the street to avoid coming anywhere near it, clutching their purses tighter to their sides when they shuffled toward the entrance to the building. You tried not to dwell too much on it. It wasn’t like you had the right to be too embarrassed; you were the one bumming a ride off your all-too enthusiastic boyfriend.
“You know it wasn’t any trouble at all,” he responded in that chipper tone of his. “I’ve always got time for you!”
“Trust me, I know. I just don’t want to get in the way of your work, especially not when you’ve gotten so many new sponsors waiting for a plug in your new videos.”
You already checked in on your phone so the receptionist didn’t have to scramble around to fetch some new patient paperwork and questionnaires. You forked over your copay (much to Peter’s chagrin, because he tried once again to guilt trip you into letting him pay for something) and the two of you wandered over to the sullen couch that gasped and sank underneath your combined weight.
Peter twiddled his thumbs and tried not to take up so much space. His tall, lanky stature made him pretty much all limbs and he could be a little clumsy if he wasn’t mindful of his size. He bounced his leg up and down, a nervous habit, and soon enough his hand crept over to rest on your knee. The icy touch of his fingers against your skin was welcome, only because you'd gotten used to the fact that he ran cold most of the time. Why wouldn’t he? His body fat was nonexistent.
“How are you feeling right now?” he asked softly, his thumb drawing circles.
“Still the same…I went right before we came but I feel like I have to pee again.”
He craned his neck upwards to search for a bathroom. You shook your head. They would probably want to do some labwork and get a urine sample, so you could hold it.
You heard your name being called and stood up to head back. The nurse gave you a slightly uncomfortable look as her gaze fixed over your shoulder.
“Uh…" You turned around and sure enough, Peter was following obediently. “Can he come in?”
“Of course. If you’re okay with it.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to wait out here? I won’t be long.”
Peter shook his head. “Sorry darling, you can’t get rid of me that easily.”
You huffed out a laugh under your breath. You knew better than to argue with him. He reached toward you and grabbed your hand so you walked down the hallway in tandem. You tried not to spare him a glance, knowing full well his expression would be so gooey you wouldn’t have the heart to lecture him later about personal space.
“Have a seat. You’re being seen by our nurse practitioner, she’ll be in shortly.”
You stepped onto the stool and backed up towards the chair, attempting to tuck your dress across your backside so your panties weren’t plopped down directly on the seat. Despite your best efforts, it happened anyway. The chair was covered in crinkly paper that was sure to stick to your thighs by the end of the appointment.
Peter took a seat in the chair closest to you because of course he did.
Unlike the regular doctor’s office, this place was notorious for moving quickly. The nurse practitioner popped in not too long afterwards.
“Alright. Let’s get your height and weight, then I’ll take care of your vitals.”
You could tell she was a little uncomfortable with him. His dead-eyed stare as he zeroed in on her actions made her sweat a little. He always did stuff like this. He wasn’t trying to judge them or freak them out, but he was overly protective and would keep a sharp eye on every move they made so they didn’t injure you in any way.
She wrote down your information and pulled up a little laptop so she could type away at your newly created chart.
“So, what brings you in today?”
“I think I have a…UTI," you mumbled, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. “I’ve never had one before so I’m not sure. But I keep feeling like I need to pee and when I do go, it’s really painful. Like…I don’t know how to describe it…”
“Any changes in your urine? Color, smell?”
“Nope!” Peter answered for you. You pinched the space between your eyebrows and the nurse’s eye twitched. “It’s the same as always.”
“Right…uh…” She hid her face behind her screen. You were sure she was screaming internally. “Have you been feeling tired or fatigued?”
“Yeah.”
“Any nausea or vomiting?”
“No, not really.”
“Back pain?”
“No…”
“Okay. I want to rule out a UTI first since kidney infections can have similar symptoms. I’m going to order a urine culture. We have an in-house lab so the results shouldn’t take too long. There’s a bathroom across the hall with the equipment you’ll need for a sample. Wash your hands and then use a cleansing wipe. Pee a little bit outside of the cup first, we want to catch the sample mid-stream. You don’t have to fill the entire thing, only about halfway.”
She stood up and you made a move to follow her. You cursed to yourself when you saw Peter stand up too.
“Peter…" you muttered, shoving him back towards the chair. “I’ll be right back.”
“Are you sure? I can help. You’ve told me before that giving urine samples is always messy. I can hold the cup for you!”
“Peter," you hissed, “No! I’ll be right back!”
You rushed out of the room before he could change his mind and come anyway. Ugh.
If someone told you a year ago that you would be dating a guy this obsessed with you, you probably would’ve laughed it off. You knew that Peter’s adoration for you reached seriously abnormal levels. He knew way too much about you, did not know what boundaries were, and probably would’ve stopped breathing if you asked him nicely not to. Maybe for some people that sort of power would’ve been invigorating, but at this point you weren’t sure which of you was actually in more control. He would bend to your every whim and you were constantly worried that you were overstepping only because he thought you could do no wrong.
You winced and tried to force yourself to pee. Come on. The sooner you could do this, the sooner you could get out of here. You were sure Peter already had plans to take you back to his place even though he picked you up from home. It was hard saying no to him, especially when he turned those soulful blue eyes toward you, sweating and stammering out a “please?”.
You knew what would happen. He would act so innocent, using the excuse that he just “wanted to spend time” with you and that you “didn’t have to do anything”. And you always believed him! You would start off watching movies and cuddling on the couch.
Eventually, though, it all boiled down to one thing: Peter rearranging your guts on every surface imaginable.
You groaned and looked across the bathroom. There were some mini water bottles lined up on a shelf with a sign indicating it was specifically for people who needed to give urine samples. You pulled your panties back up and ambled over to grab one, guzzling the entire thing down in one go.
In the past week alone the guy had enticed you enough times that you were actually starting to feel some concern for his stamina. Was he like…okay? Sure, some guys’ refractory periods were shorter than others, but Peter could have his way with you and not five minutes after he was spent he would be ready to go another round. You thought it was a one-off because he was so pent up for being disinterested in sex all those years before you, but this man was constantly DTF.
The worst part was…you liked it. You liked it because you were starved for affection and growing up other guys hadn’t given you even a fraction of the attention Peter had. He was utterly enamored with you, your body, and everything about you. He could spend hours kissing every inch of your body and lathing it with his tongue, drawing his name in circles with its tip all because he couldn’t get enough of you.
You shifted on the toilet. You were supposed to be trying to pee, not get worked up!
A few more agonizing minutes passed and the urge to pee popped up again. Awesome. You pulled your panties down to get situated on the toilet and stared at the damp spot in the middle of them that was all too accusatory.
Damn you, PETER!!!
You set the cup aside after you were finished and headed back to the room. When you opened the door, Peter was about to exit out the door, looking distraught.
“Darling, you took so long, I–”
“Relax," you shushed him, pushing him back inside. “I just had trouble going. Plus it hurt. Like, a lot.”
“Do you want me to kiss it better?” he offered, a knowing smile stretched across his face.
“Genuine question: why are you like this?”
The nurse practitioner wasn’t kidding when she said the labs wouldn’t take long at all. Within fifteen minutes of sitting around and sharing memes with each other, she knocked and came back in.
“So the culture did come back positive for bacteria which means you have a UTI. The good news is that it's much easier to treat than a kidney infection. I can prescribe you some antibiotics for you to take for the next ten days or so and it should clear up.”
You were embarrassed. You were always mindful of your hygiene and this had never happened to you before.
“Um…what causes UTIs?”
“A lot more than you’d think. All it takes is a little bit of bacteria to enter the urethra and it’s a breeding ground. Yours is cystitis so it’s an infection in the bladder and not the urethra. The most common cause for your type is sexual activity.”
Your heart dropped into your stomach. “What?”
“Having a partner makes it easier to introduce bacteria, especially if it’s a new partner.” She avoided looking at Peter, but you could tell she was talking about him. “Are you two sexually active?”
You sighed. “Yeah…and we haven’t been together that long…”
“Oh,” she laughed. “That’ll do it. You know, in the medical community we kind of joke about calling it ‘honeymoon cystitis’…it generally happens with frequent intercourse with a new partner, especially after a period of abstinence.”
You couldn’t help but narrow your eyes. You shot Peter a look that screamed he was dead to you.
You were overwhelmed with flashbacks of you and him in his apartment. Every single time he bent you over a counter, the side of the bed, plowed you into the carpet and gave you a rug burn down your back, or pinned you against the tiled wall of his shower until you screamed at him that you didn’t want to slip and break your fucking arm, he was thoroughly ensuring that you were going to get a nasty infection that would make you miserable.
“I went ahead and sent the prescription. It’s once a day. And since we’re trying to get rid of the infection, I would put the sexual activity on hold.”
The mortified expression on his face almost made it worth it. You thanked her and gathered your things up so you could leave.
Peter was very quiet the entire ride to the pharmacy, even though he insisted on going inside and grabbing the medication for you. You sank down into the seat of his van and let out a deep exhale while he was gone. Over an entire week without having him inside you? You hadn’t gone that long since the first time you had sex. His libido was off the charts. There was no way he was going to comply.
Much to your surprise, Peter drove you straight home. He parked outside and let the car idle for a few moments before he turned to you with his eyes glassy.
“I’m sorry!” he sputtered.
All of your aforementioned rage dissipated in an instant. If this was an act to manipulate you, he was doing a bang-up job.
“Peter…”
“I didn’t know…” he muttered as he stared down at his hands. You could see he was clenching his fists so tight that they were trembling. “I should’ve taken better care of you and paid more attention. It’s my fault and…you ended up hurt because of me.”
It was hard to believe you could bring a grown man to tears all because of some physical discomfort.
“You heard what she said, it happens to a lot of people. It’s not like we knew that there’d be such a big risk by doing it so much.” Why didn’t you learn about this in school? This was crucial information! There should’ve been a class on ‘So Your Boyfriend Is Horny 24/7: How to Prepare Yourself’. “Besides, it’s not that bad of an infection - it’ll clear up in like a week. So…”
He still looked distraught. He cut the engine and exited the vehicle, wheeling around the front so he could open up the door for you.
Peter’s shoulders slumped as he led you up to your front door. You were a little surprised he hadn’t insisted on holding your hand like he did when you walked anywhere. You unlocked it and went through, expecting him to follow you, but he was rooted to the spot.
“Aren’t you coming in?”
He took a step back. “I…I have a video to shoot, so I should…”
“Oh…yeah, sorry! I forgot you were in the middle of work. Um…text me when you get home?”
“Of course, dear.”
He gave you a lingering look before strutting down the hall and out of sight. You found yourself a little out of sorts when he disappeared. Didn’t you want some privacy? Sure, but it still felt…strange not having him with you.
The next day was even weirder. Peter texted you his hellos and long rants about how much he loved you, how he dreamt of you, and even how dressed his body pillow in one of the shirts you “left” (debatable, you had a feeling he snatched it when he was at your place), but he didn’t mention anything about coming over or meeting up. You were halfway expecting him to show up at work and give you a surprise visit. He never did come by.
Is everything okay? you texted him out of the blue during one of your breaks.
Everything is great! <3 How are YOU feeling? Have you been drinking more water?
Yup, you lied, eyeing your glass of iced tea.
He had a giant two liter jug of cranberry juice dropped off at your place, along with some snacks he knew were your favorites. Did he order it or did he bring it himself in secret? Either way you carted it inside and poured yourself a tall glass with a sigh.
The days dragged on. Peter still hadn’t attempted to make any plans to see you. You were getting frustrated with him. You knew he was avoiding you. You didn’t think it would hurt so much. But him going from love bombing you every five minutes to cutting off all contact was wearing on you.
If he wasn’t going to come to you, then you would go to him. You made absolutely sure he was at home. He insisted on sharing his location with you and it was a huge boon now. You made it to his place without any incident.
You pounded on the door and he opened it up a sliver before gazing down at you between the chain lock and doorway.
“Darling! Wh-what are you doing here?”
“Can I come in?”
He fidgeted. “Uh–”
“Please? I…" You swallowed your pride. “I really miss you.”
His pupils blew into little hearts and his face erupted into a blush. “Oh~!" You’d never seen someone slam a door and unlock it so fast. He stood in the doorway and gripped the edge of his sweater, tugging on it nervously.
“You’re acting a little weird, Peter…are you hiding something?”
“Me? I’d never hide anything from you,” he murmured suggestively. You waited for the inevitable arm snaking around your stomach so he could pull you flush against his hips, but it never came. “I didn’t know you were coming, my place is a little messy…”
You gazed around. It wasn’t as bad as yours, honestly. “It looks good to me. Are you busy?”
“I just sent my video to my editor, so…the afternoon is free.”
“Good." You moved closer to him and he took a large step to the side. He was visibly sweating.
“Why don’t you have a seat? I’ll grab you something to drink!”
You frowned and watched him duck into the kitchen. Yeah, he was definitely avoiding any physical contact from you at all.
You flopped onto the couch in a worse mood. Peter set down a drink for you and popped open a can of soda for himself, sipping at it quietly. He purposefully sat on the other side of the room. His leg bounced up and down. His smile was wobbly. If he was trying to convince you he was fine, he wasn’t doing a very good job.
“Do…you want to talk about the elephant in the room?” You were tired of his silence. “I know you’re still upset about me getting a UTI, but I don’t get why you’re distancing yourself from me. Is it because you’re grossed out?”
“No!” he exclaimed, waving his hands in front of him. “It’s not that at all!”
“Then why haven’t you come to see me? I thought for sure you’d be all about staying with me for like a week to take care of me. I was already planning on washing a few more towels so you’d have clean ones…”
He melted at the thought of you welcoming him into your place for even longer than just a night or two. “I wanted to. I did, but…darling, you make it…very difficult to keep composed…”
You blinked. “What?”
“Being around you already drives me crazy,” he breathed, his eyes focused and intense. His mouth twitched into a smile. “I can barely control myself as it is. You don’t understand what you do to me. When we’re alone, I can’t think. All that’s running through my mind is how much better I would feel if I was inside you.”
You shifted in your seat. Okay, he knew what he was doing when he pulled that voice. He was heading for the nasty, lustful Peter you knew and loved. Not that you didn’t love the other sides to him, but his raw and unfettered need for you was the hottest thing.
“So…”
“So I had to distance myself. You’re…in pain, and it was because I couldn’t show any restraint. The last thing I’d ever want is to hurt you…without your express permission.”
“Come on, Peter. We’re out in public all the time together and you can keep it together. What difference does it make when we’re at your place? Or mine?”
“Do you have any idea what I have to do in order to think straight before seeing you?” He held eye contact with you and a thousand lewd thoughts ran through your head. “Yes, that’s right. Exactly what you’re thinking. Because otherwise we would never get anything done.”
“That’s…so not healthy," you responded lamely.
“I know, but that’s the power you have over me!” His voice was so gleeful and his pupils started to dilate. “And isn’t it wonderful? To know that at any given moment I could snap?”
“You’re…ugh…" You crossed your arms. “So what, your solution is to just ignore me?”
“I have to. I can’t have you in the same room and not touch you. Not feel you. I can’t even sit here without wanting to tear off your dress and replace the marks I gave you the last time we were together. I know they’re fading.”
You didn’t even bother asking how he did. Creep. “Listen, Peter…we’re a couple now…and stuff like this has to be talked about so we can come up with solutions. You know? You leaving me in the dark like that isn’t cool, you were worried it had something to do with me. Like you were grossed out by the fact that I have an infection or something. So please don’t just make decisions like this on your own, it isn’t fair to me.”
“Oh, darling, you’re so right.” He buried his head in his hands. “I’m sorry! I’ve hurt you again.”
You gazed at him in a mixture of exasperation and adoration in equal parts. “It’s okay…let’s just work on it, alright? I know you want what’s best for me but sometimes I need a say, too…”
You got up from the couch and kneeled in front of him, taking his hands and forcing them away from cradling his head. His eyes widened in disbelief when you replaced them with yours, cupping his face and bringing him into a gentle kiss.
That tender moment didn’t last. He moaned immediately into your mouth and he shoved his tongue inside so hard and fast you almost choked on it. You tried not to gag the moment he whirled it around, pressing it against the roof of your mouth, licking on the inside of your teeth, filling you so much that you struggled to remember how to breathe.
You went to pull yourself away and he refused, inching forward so he could still keep his tongue inside your mouth for as long as possible. You finally broke free and his tongue flopped backwards and smacked against his chin. You wiped your mouth when you realized how much saliva he’d coated you with, long, viscous strands dripping from your lips and down your neck.
“Peter! What the hell?!”
“You taste so good. It’s been so long. Too long,” he panted. “I can’t wait anymore.”
“Hey!" You scrambled onto your feet before he got any ideas and stood over him. He reached out for you before you could back up and dug his fingers into the fat of your hips with a tight squeeze. His cheek rested against your stomach and he snuggled even closer, panting, his entire body trembling. “Calm down!”
“How can I calm down when you feel so fucking good?” he growled, his pawing getting a little more aggressive. “I need to be inside of you. Oh, god, please!”
“No!" You pushed at his shoulders in an attempt to pry him off you. “I literally have a UTI! I’m still on antibiotics! You’re not putting your dick inside me!”
“B-but I,” he blubbered, “I-I–”
“You’re really needy." You tried to hide the grin on your face. You couldn’t help but go on a little bit of a power trip when he stroked your ego like this. You could make him a sniffling mess if you wanted to. “Look, we can’t have sex…the usual way. I mean…I’m still healing.”
He knew you were right. The frustrated tears welled up in his eyes. Your eyes traveled down to the obvious tent in his jeans and you bit your lower lip.
“But…we got along just fine before…”
You thought back to the days leading up to your first time. You took one look at that thing between his legs when he first pantsed himself and told him it wasn’t happening that night. There was no way. No amount of prep, no amount of cumming, no amount of fingering in one session was going to open you up enough to take him. Of course he was a little disappointed, but you spent the next few days practicing all sorts of ways to help you work up to his size. And when it finally did happen, there was only minor discomfort that didn’t last the moment he snaked a hand down between your legs to keep your clit stimulated.
“Honey…?”
You shot him a patient smile. “Lean back in the chair for me.”
He did it without even thinking twice, eagerly awaiting your next move. You swung your leg over the side and straddled him. You sank down onto his lap, being mindful of your weight against him. Nothing would be more embarrassing than his couch giving out because it couldn’t handle you. You didn’t stop lowering yourself until the fabric of your panties met the rough material of his jeans.
Peter’s expression went from bewildered to pure ecstasy. He gasped the moment you wiggled on his lap experimentally, creating a nice, firm friction against your already soaked underwear.
“O-oh–”
“I know this isn’t as good as being inside of me, but…" You placed your palms flat against his chest for leverage, rocking against him in a steady rhythm. “W-we can manage until the end of the week, right? With just this?”
“Yes! Fuck, yes, I would do anything for you, darling. Just don’t leave me hanging dry!”
“You did that to yourself!" You punctuated with a hard bounce on his lap. He thrust upwards and laughed breathlessly. “D-do you have any idea how awful it is when you’re not there?”
“Do you mean that, my love? Do you?” He circled his arms around your back and buried his entire face in the swell of your chest. “I missed you so much, I couldn’t sleep at all. I wanted to be there to take care of you but I couldn’t trust myse–ahh–lf!”
You grinded your hips in a circle, bracing your legs against the sides of the chair, feeling his entire body tense when you rubbed along the bulge straining against his pants.
“I f-followed you around town but it just wasn’t the same–”
He hooked his fingers underneath the hem of your dress and flipped it up, bunching it near your neck so he could gaze at your torso in its entirety. You felt his hungry gaze zeroing in on his favorite parts of you, the extra rolls of flesh that were begging him to just sink his teeth into. He raked his eyes up your stomach and all the way up to your breasts.
“You’re not wearing a bra?” he panted, his tongue already lolling out and his mouth watering. You helped him get the dress off before he ruined it by ripping it apart, something he’d done before. “You came here to seduce me, didn’t you? You’re so bold, I love it!”
“That wasn’t fffuh…f-for you, I told you they make my back hur–ouch! ”
“M’sorry, ish shooo gewd,” Peter moaned against your breast. His mouth fastened across the expanse of your areola and his tongue snaked around the nipple, tweaking it with enough dexterity to rival his fingers. Your yelp had been because his teeth fastened along the very tip of it, and he nibbled. He was generally good about being gentle, but him turning feral right now wasn’t putting him in the best state of mind.
You pulled him off and his lips separated from your skin with a pop! “Didn’t anyone tell you not to talk with your mouth full?" you teased, thumbing at his now shining lower lip.
His sinfully long tongue curled around your finger and his heavy blush only deepened. “I guess you’ll just have to punish me, won’t you~?”
“You’d like that way too much.”
You drew your finger to your mouth and pressed his tongue against your lips. He unfurled it and you took the opportunity to take the tip of it in your mouth, drawing the rest inside with a hard suck. Peter moaned and his thrusting became more erratic as he shook underneath you. You watched his eyes roll to the back of his head and you closed your teeth around the ring of muscle just tight enough for him to feel a gentle squeeze.
“Haaah! Darling~! ”
You felt it the moment he came in his pants. His jeans became warm and sticky between your legs. His loads were always comically huge and this was no different. He sobbed your name and went into a full body shudder when the last spasm between his legs died out. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. His cheeks were ruddy and his eyes were glassy enough to show he had just been fucked out of his mind.
“Mm…” He whimpered when you withdrew from his tongue. “Y-you didn’t cum yet? Keep going! Use me to get off!”
“Aren’t you sensitive?”
“It doesn’t matter, you’re always supposed to cum first,” he whined. “Why did you let me do that?”
“You really needed it…" You reached back to paw at his crotch and gazed at your hand when you retrieved it. Peter watched in embarrassment as you spread your fingers apart, the sticky strands coating each one in abundance. A lone glob of it seeped down past your wrist and you were quick to lap it up, loving the way he outright panted like a dog when you did. “This is just how much it got through your jeans.”
You got off him to look at the damage. Well, that was…certainly something. Your ego had never been this big before. You expected there to be a mess, but that was a vast understatement. If that was what it looked like on the outside, he must have been uncomfortable.
You bent down and unbuttoned his jeans, urging him to lift his hips so you could yank them off. You gazed down at him. He was soft, which was a surprise given his usual way of bouncing back. His boxer briefs were soaked through and the dark stain made you give a hard swallow. Wow.
“Didn’t you masturbate these past few days? Why are you so pent up?”
“It’s not the same without you,” was his pitiful reply.
“What about that toy you literally had modeled from my vagina?" You gazed around the room for it even though you knew for a fact he kept it in his bedroom drawers.
He grinned sheepishly. “I kind of…got a little rough, and well…it’s still under warranty, I can get a replacement!”
Rest in peace. “Better it than me, I guess…”
You climbed back on top of him and found that this was even better. Sure, the jeans felt good underneath you, but now the only thing separating you from his dick was a worn piece of fabric. You grinded down on him for good measure and couldn’t help the little gasp that escaped you when you literally felt him start to get hard between your legs. He was already huge when he was soft, so feeling that full length pressing up against your labia was something else.
“I love it when you get that look on your pretty face…” Peter breathed heavily, cupping one breast in each hand. He curled and uncurled his hands, swiping over your nipples with his thumbs, tracing every stretch mark gently. “No one’s ever seen it, have they, honey? It’s just for me?”
You didn’t answer him. He was right, but you hated how smug he sounded. You let go of more weight you were holding until you had him pinned to the chair and your thighs caged him in.
You concentrated on everything you felt after closing your eyes. The warmth of his body, pliant and firm underneath your hands, slightly damp from his sweat. His labored breathing and the hitch he got in his throat when you shifted on top of him. His gentle murmur of your name when you pressed harder into him to feel his bulge slot perfectly between your folds. You rocked against him, your hips moving slow and deliberate, pinning his dick against his lower belly the harder it got and the more it curved upwards.
You gazed down at him and found he had been staring at you with an awed look on his face.
“What?” You were a little flustered at how attentive he was.
“I’m just admiring you.” He ran his fingers along your waist before settling on your hips. He pulled you closer to him and you tried not to wince at the change in position. You could feel the head of his dick had poked outside the band of his boxers and its warm weight was now pressed directly against your panties, prodding, bumping against the bottom of your clit. “God, I love you so much~!”
“You’d better not slip inside my panties…” You were wary of how dangerous this could get. All he had to do was slide them to the side and you were wet enough that he could probably bottom out before you even knew what was happening. “I mean it…”
“I wouldn’t do that to you…I promise! I’m not putting anything inside.”
You knew he was being genuine. It did make you feel a little better so you let the worries wash away with every thrust of his hips.
Peter got a little impatient and started to guide your hips against him, quickening your pace. You bit your lower lip and clenched around nothing. You felt so empty. You knew what it was like having him inside you, stuffed completely, gasping as your body struggled to accommodate him. You ended up squeezing around his bulge and caused him to stiffen against you.
“Oh…” He grinned up at you. “You miss me inside of you, too?”
You almost screamed when he sat up, causing you to teeter backwards. He caught you before you fell off the chair and pushed you onto the floor. Your backside hit the carpet and you didn’t have time to scold him for being too rough, because his obnoxiously large hands were gripping the inside of your thighs and wrenching them apart.
“A little warning next time!”
“I couldn’t help it. I can smell you, I-I have to taste it.” He tried to wipe away the fountain of drool pouring down his chin. “Just a little bit, I swear.”
“No! No dick! No tongue!" You tried to close your legs and he forced them apart, his grip even tighter. You hated how hot it was that he could manhandle you like this.
“Darling, I already told you I wouldn’t do that.” His tongue rolled out of his mouth and he yanked you forward so your legs would drape across his shoulders. “Now open up nice and wiiiide!”
You arched into his waiting mouth the moment his mouth met your folds. He latched onto it in its entirety and tongued the soaking fabric, slurping up your juices through the darkest spots, fastening his mouth over each of your pussy lips and sucking on them hard enough to cause the most obscene noises to echo in the room. He moaned your name the entire time.
“Mmph,” he punctuated with each sloppy kiss, leaving a trail of saliva from his puckered lips. “You’re so fucking wet for me. You’re so lucky I can’t use my hands or tongue. It doesn’t matter what part of me is inside you, darling, I could stay there forever if you let me. You taste so sweet, you don’t know what you do to me!”
He buried his face between your thighs again and continued to tongue you, the tip of his tongue flicking against your clit. It was engorged enough for him to find it easily, rolling the nub over and over, mercilessly, your bundle of nerves assaulted in the best of ways. He was rough and gentle all at once. He sucked on it through your panties, he pressed his face so hard against you that you were positive he couldn’t breathe. He groaned and spoke to you, his words muffled, but the vibrations from his voice only sent a hard shiver down your spine.
He pulled back and gazed up at you. He was a mess. His mouth was covered in your slick. He licked his lips and savored the taste that lingered there, running his tongue along his teeth. He bent down and gripped the elastic band of your panties with his teeth and when it snapped back against your hypersensitive skin, you gasped.
He brushed his middle finger against your clit and rubbed it in short bursts. “What do you think, darling? How should I get you to cum?”
He didn’t give you a chance to answer. He pulled away from you and got onto his knees. His chest heaved with excitement, his pupils now fully constricted. His lopsided grin did terrible things to you.
“I think it’s only fair that we continue where we left off earlier. If I can’t be inside of you, then we’ll do the next best thing~!”
He tore his shirt off and threw it off to the side, not caring that it landed on the nearby lamp and knocked it over. You shouldn’t have taken your eyes off him, because he crawled on top of you as you draped your legs around his hips. He pressed down on you with a lovestruck look in his eyes, stroking the length of your calves, his cock bobbing between his legs and a good portion of it completely outside of his boxers. Its tip drooled all over the carpet and he took it one hand to slap it against your pussy, nudging the head against your clit once, twice, before dragging it down to the very spot where he could’ve plunged in were there no panties in his way.
“Once this week is over…I’m going to give you a thorough, good fuck to make up for all the time we missed. But until then…hfff…don’t worry, my love, I’ll take care of you!”
He planted his arms on either side of you and lowered himself down until there wasn’t any space between you. Finally you were rewarded with his warmth and you couldn’t help but lock your ankles across his back to make sure he didn’t even think about leaving. He chuckled and bent down to capture you in a messy kiss. You could taste yourself on him. He kissed you deeply to distract you while he finished adjusting himself into the perfect position.
Peter refused to pull his mouth from yours even when you moaned in protest. His hips started in slow, hard circles. He kept the pressure on your clit the entire time, dragging his cock up and down, sinking into your curves.
He didn’t do that for very long. It didn’t surprise you knowing how impatient he could be. Peter’s pace sped up. He bounced up and down against you, mimicking the same rhythm and hard thrusts he would give you if he were inside. He pulled away from your kiss-swollen lips and went for your neck and shoulders, his teeth bared before he clamped down on your bare skin. The stinging pain combined with his fat cock slamming against your clit was enough to push you to be more vocal.
“Peter…ah!”
“Darling!” he cried, quickening his pace, his thrusts more brutal than before. A reddish tint coated his lips and teeth from where he broke your skin and slurped away at the blood beading at your new wound. “Does it feel good? Tell me! Tell me how good I’m making you feel!”
“Peter, oh god, please, don’t stop! I can’t, you’re so–" You could feel something building. That tightness that started between your legs and traveled to the pit of your belly. You swallowed hard and cried out when he bit you again, this time on your earlobe. He tongued the shell of your ear and his warm breath fanned over your skin, causing you to lift your hips up. “Right there! Ah, ah, AH!”
“You’re so fucking hot like this! I can’t get enough! I’m so hard for you, can you feel that? Can you see what you do to me?!”
“Y-yes!”
“Mm, fuck! You like…that…spot? Right there?” He zeroed in on the hood of your clit. With every hard stroke it gave you just the right amount of stimulation without it being too much. “Can you hear it?! You’re wearing your panties but you’re so damn wet that every time I move against you, it sounds like I’m thrusting inside you! ”
You cried out. “H-harder! Please! I’m so close!” He was right. Schlick, schlick, schlick. You felt more cum leak out of you and spread across your raw, aching thighs.
“Anything for you! Just…hold fucking still!”
He rolled his full weight on top of you. You couldn’t see or hear anything but him. His heavy breaths, the smell of his sweat and cum, drops of sweat rolling down his forehead. He arched his back and pressed his forehead against yours, your legs spreading as far and wide as they could to accommodate him. Your knees drew up and he rutted against you like an animal in heat, his thrusts getting sloppier, harder, his hips snapping into you with enough force to pin you and knock the breath out of you.
“Such a good fucking girl, taking all of me like this!” he cried, a fresh wave of tears bubbling in his eyes and slipping down his cheeks. “You’re so beautiful! I love you! You’re mine,” thrust, “mine!” thrust, “MINE!”
You squeezed your eyes shut and the pressure mounted. This was it. You were going to cum from having your boyfriend dry hump you into the carpet! He was feral, he was overwhelmed, he was so lost in raw lust for you that he couldn’t even entertain any other thoughts outside of you. He recited your name like a mantra. His body was made for you and you for him, there was no other way to describe it, he slotted against you so perfectly and, oh, the thought of him coming undone from you only pushed you over the edge.
“I can feel you clenching! Why, why can’t I be inside of you? I want to be inside so you can milk me dry. I can’t stand it! I want to put my cum in so deep, I want to watch how much drips out so I can lick it off you. I want to stuff you so full you can’t even move without it gushing down your legs! Oh, oh no, do you see what you’re doing to me? Just the thought of cumming inside of you makes me so hard it hurts! I-I’m not going to last much longer! Cum for me!”
“PETER! I LOVE YOU!”
“A-AH!” He chomped down on his lower lip and a fine mist of blood sprayed across your breasts as his eyes screwed shut. “DARLING, MARRY ME!”
You gasped and the orgasm that rushed through you made you clench your legs together, trapping him there, forcing him to press against you while your clit throbbed and you came. A fresh wave of slick gushed out of you, easily passing through your ruined panties and splattering against his crotch. Your nails dug into his back and you clawed at him so he wouldn’t move. The action only made him arch into you and press harder, his arms shaking as he struggled to keep himself positioned above you.
Spasms rocked your body as it went into a full shudder. The initial orgasm faded but the aftershocks persisted, tiny jolts of pleasure that only intensified when his cock shifted against you. You felt his warm cum ooze out of his boxers and drip down onto your panties. So sticky…and it felt so good…you wished he hadn’t wasted another load outside of you. Nothing felt better than squeezing every last drop out of him when he was balls deep.
You went limp underneath him and tried to catch your breath. He collapsed on top of you with nearly his entire weight. You didn’t have the strength to push him away from you…and you didn’t want to. Instead you cuddled him closer to you. Your tangled limbs made it impossible for you to tell where he ended and you began.
“Peter," you finally murmured. He shifted to let you know he heard you, but made no move to leave. “Peter?”
He turned his head so he could speak but no sound came out. He was too busy purring and snuggling against your sweat-soaked skin. You saw the tip of his tongue poke out a few times so he could lick a stripe clean, smacking his lips together afterwards.
“Mmm…” He snuggled up to your breasts, inhaling pointedly.
“We talked about proposing during sex.”
He laughed lightly. “I’ll stop asking when you stop saying no. Besides, you love me~ ”
Touché. You stroked the crown of his head lightly. His eyes drooped in relaxation as his entire body went lax against you. “Just tell me: is the marriage license application hidden somewhere in this room?”
“Why? You wanna sign it~?”
“I knew it! You already have one ready to go! Get off me! I’m finding it right now so I can shred it!”
He rolled off you with a chuckle. You sat up and tried to stand but your legs were useless and crumpled underneath your weight. You resorted to getting on your hands and knees. You zeroed in on a folder tucked away in the nearest bookshelf. You ripped it open and was shocked to see that it was in fact inside. The document was filled out in its entirety save for your signature.
“I’m taking this–ah!”
Peter’s hand curled around your ankle and he yanked you backwards. You collapsed onto your stomach and spared a glance behind you. The blood drained from your face when you saw his eyes glitter with mischief as he started a slow crawl toward you.
“My love…do you think I only have one copy?”
You should’ve known.