Page 6 of So I'll Know
What. The. Fuck.
“Is that what you need?” Peter purrs, and his hand drops to my crotch, grinding his palm into my already hardening cock.
My eyes widen, and I take a shaky breath, swallowing an embarrassing whimper.
I should stop this. Anyone could see us and get the wrong idea. But, fuck, it feels really good. When I don’t answer, he raises a delicate eyebrow. He glances at my hands, which are pressed firmly to the wall behind me, my fingertips digging into the plaster.
“Listen,” he says, his eyes softening as they catch my gaze. “I really want to suck your cock, and I thought we had a pretty good connection back there, but you seem nervous, so I’m gonna need some consent before we do this. Do you want me to suck your cock, big guy?”
No.“Y—yes,” I croak.
Wait, what?
Peter’s eyes light up right before he sinks to his knees. He reaches for my waistband and pops the button on my jeans, then shimmies them down my thighs. Peter licks his lips and gives me a sultry look.
“You areallman,” he murmurs, his fingers skimming over my dark leg hair. His touch is electric, and I shudder as goosebumps sheet my skin. Then he reaches into my boxers and fists my cock, and I buck into his face.
Peter chuckles. “Someone likes to be touched.”
Yes, I like to be touched.
When was the last time I was really touched like this? The last time anyone made me feel this raw?
He squeezes harder and another embarrassing whimper slips past my lips. When he slides my boxers to my knees, I feel his hot breath coast over my balls, his nose grazing my pubic hair.
Maybe I can just close my eyes and picture Ash.
But I know I can’t because she never made me feral likethis.
God, I’m so horny. Fuck, just enjoy it, Marcus.
I shut off my intrusive thoughts and groan loudly when Peter takes my dick into his hot mouth, sliding it all the way to the back of his throat.
Pleasure pings through my thighs and up my spine.
“Fuck!” I shout, and then slap a hand over my mouth, biting into one of my fingers to prevent another outburst.
This time when Peter laughs, it vibrates against my skin.
Sweat beads at my temples and slides down my face. I have the sudden urge to take a handful of his soft-looking hair and tug it in my fist, but I don’t because I have no idea what I’m doing and I don’t want to freak him out.
Peter starts to bob his head, the flat of his tongue teasing the sensitive underside of my cock. My balls feel heavy and achy. His mouth is wet and warm, and the sensations are overstimulating in the best fucking way. It’s different from other blowjobs—so much more intense. His enthusiasm and expertise are unmatched.
“Oh shit,” I gasp as my orgasm sneaks up on me. My head falls back against the wall with a dull thunk. “Oh my God.”
I fuck his face, my hips moving of their own volition. The pleasure is too much too fast, and I can’t control my animalistic reaction to it. I squeeze my eyes shut as the euphoria ripples through my body, leaving my knees weak and my head spinning.
Peter gags and chokes, and I continue thrusting my dick between his lips, unloading an ungodly amount of cum. I crack an eye open and watch as he swallows everything I give him, before he pulls off my cock with a pop, then swipes some cum from his chin and sucks his fingers clean with a satisfied hum. His lashes are wet with tears, but he doesn’t look distressed.
I stare at him, dumbfounded, while my brain tries to come back online after one of the most intense orgasms of my life.
He pulls up my boxers, tucking me carefully inside, and then starts on my jeans. I watch the careful way he zips me up, likehe’staking care ofme.
And that’s when burning shame floods my stomach.
God, what would my father think?
My breath catches, and I slap his hands away, fumbling with the button on my jeans as I turn and take off down the passageway. The floor seems to move beneath my feet, and I trip, cursing Tris and his stupid fruity drinks.
