by Sam Crescent
“They cut us off. Her family refused to talk to her, and she was pregnant with Dean’s baby. I was the one who told Dean to walk away. I thought he was too old for her and he’d only make her miserable.” Peter laughed, recalling their conversation. “I then searched him out and begged him to return. At least, I think I begged him.”
“You had two opportunities to get Laura, and you didn’t take either of them.”
Peter smiled. “Laura was never supposed to be my girl. I see that now. I was supposed to wait.”
“What were you supposed to wait for?” Rose asked.
He reached over, twirling a strand of her blonde hair between his fingers. “I was supposed to wait for a beautiful, blonde-haired, blue-eyed vixen who keeps me on my toes. You, Rose, I was supposed to wait for you.”
Peter couldn’t hold back any longer. Leaning down he brushed her lips with his. The first touch was like electric on his lips. He didn’t want it to stop.
“You’re a charmer,” Rose said.
“Always.” He leaned back, giving her enough breathing room. “Then the Steer brothers showed their love for Anna, and the town just went crazy. I think in the last few years it has gotten worse.” He shook his head, thinking about all the things he’d witnessed in the last few years. “Amy with her abusive husband, the town took his side. I never understood that. After Laura, Anna, Amy, and even Daisy, I lost all interest in the town. I didn’t want to be part of something that hit back at the victims.”
Peter took her hand, holding her close.
“I grew apart from the town, and my friends opened my mind up to everything else.”
“Do you feel that if you hadn’t supported Laura, you’d be like them?” Rose asked, getting it right.
“I don’t want to think about what I would have been. I know I wouldn’t be the guy I am today, and for that, I’m thankful.”
Her smile grew wide.
“What?” he asked.
“Don’t freak out, okay?”
He frowned, wondering what she could say that would make him freak out.
“I think I’m a bit in love with you right now,” she said.
Peter’s world stopped. Her smile captured him, but her words made him feel like a superhero.
“I think I’m a bit in love with you, too,” he said.
Her smile brightened. He didn’t know how it was possible for her smile to get better, but it did.
She took another swig from her glass. “Peter Miller, will you do me a favour and turn this day into a better one?”
He took her glass from her, placing it on the counter. Peter took her hand in his, leading her upstairs without speaking a word.
She followed him without fighting. Opening his door, he flicked the light on in his bedroom. Peter wanted to be able to see her, and he wouldn’t be able to do that without the added light.
Taking her in his arms, Peter pushed the jacket from her shoulders. She didn’t fight him, grabbing his shirt and tugging it over his head.
Groaning, he wrapped her hair around his fist, slamming his lips down on hers.
Their moans mingled, and her nails scored the flesh of his abdomen. Breaking away from the kiss he stared down into her eyes.
“Take your jeans off,” he said.
Her hands fumbled with the button of her jeans. She flicked it open and started to remove her jeans and pants.
“Slowly. I want to see your body revealed to me slowly,” he said.
She followed his instructions, peeling the jeans from her body slowly. All the time he kept his grip firm in her hair.
“Unbutton your shirt,” he said.
He saw her hands were shaking, but he didn’t help her. Peter watched her remove the shirt slowly. Licking his lips, he flicked the strap of her bra off her shoulder.
“You’re so beautiful. Every time I see you, you’re more beautiful than the last.”
“Charmer,” she said. Her cheeks were flushed.
“It’s the truth.”
Reaching around her back, he flicked the clasp of her bra, years of experience making it easier for him.
“That’s not fair. Even I can’t do it that quickly,” she said, pouting.
“Years of practice. I’ve got nine years on you, baby. I was a determined man even in my youth.”
“You’re still young.”
He smiled. The years were catching up with him, but he knew he wasn’t old yet.
“And I’ll keep you on your toes, baby.” Peter cupped her face, bringing her face up close to his.
“Is that a promise?”
“Yes, and I keep my promises.” He touched her lips with his, consuming her with his kiss. She moaned, her hands going around his neck. He continued to grip her hair as he deepened the kiss. Her naked body pressed against his. All that remained on him was his trousers.
“Remove my pants,” he said, kissing down her neck.
She fell to her knees before him. Peter growled, looking down at her. Her hands fumbled with his jeans. After several attempts she finally got them down around his ankles. Peter watched her, charmed by her attempts. He’d taken her virginity, and yet she still had a lot to learn.
Her next actions caused him to stop. Her fingers wrapped around his hard erection, squeezing him tight.
Rose gazed up at him. “May I?” she asked.
Curious to see what she would do, Peter nodded.
****
Peter’s gaze was on her, and Rose wanted to impress him. She’d not really seen much in the way of giving a guy pleasure, but from the look of the hard shaft it was self-explanatory.
Opening her lips, she took the tip of him inside. His taste erupted on her tongue, startling her. Pulling away, she looked down at his hard shaft wondering if she’d done something wrong.
When he didn’t make a comment, she licked the tip of him again, slowly. A jewel of cum seeped out of the tip. He tasted salty. The taste wasn’t entirely repulsive, and Rose wanted to please him.
“Tell me what to do?” she asked, cupping his hard shaft.
Peter took her hand in his, wrapped her fingers around the root of his shaft. He applied some pressure and then eased off. “Don’t hold me too tight. I don’t like to feel like I’m being tortured,” he said.
She nodded, looking at how he’d gotten her fingers.
“Open your lips.”
Rose did as he asked.
“Take the tip of me inside and continue down, sucking me into your mouth until you hit your hand.”
She did as he instructed. He went to the back of her throat. Her hand stopped her from taking more of him than she needed to. Looking up at him, she saw his eyes were shut with his head facing down.
“Are you all right?” she asked.
“You’ve never done this before, have you?”
“No.”
“I’m finding it hard to control myself. Your mouth shouldn’t feel so good. I feel like I’m going to explode any minute.”
“Is that bad?”
“It is to me. I like to give my women plenty of pleasure before I come. This is your first time with a cock in your mouth. I don’t want to flood you with cum.” He stroked her cheek.
“Are you in control now?” she asked, teasing the shaft.
“Barely.”
She sat back on her knees. He’d not let go of her hair. Letting out a sigh, she gazed down at the floor.
“That’s not helping either, Rose. You look like a true submissive,” he said.
“What do you mean?” She quickly glanced up at him.
“If you opened your thighs more and tilted your head back down, you’d look like the perfect submissive.”
Feeling a little wicked, Rose did what he said. She heard him gasp. Before she could say another word, Peter grabbed her in his arms and hauled her onto the bed. He finally let go of her hair as he crushed her against him.
“You’re going to test me at every turn, aren’t you?”
“I want to give you everything, Peter.”
She took his hands, laying a kiss to his palms.
“Everything?” he asked.
She nodded. The hungry look in his eyes made it hard for her to speak.
“I’m going to hold you to that, baby. For now, I need to be inside you.”
He didn’t move from the edge of the bed. Peter opened her thighs, and in the next breath he was inside her. Rose groaned as his hard cock filled her.
“Fuck, I forgot the condom. I can’t stop. Shit.”
Peter pulled out of her only to slam back inside. Rose held on, loving the feel of his cock pushing inside her. He stretched her inner walls, consuming her with a passion she didn’t even know she possessed.
“Please, Peter.”
“Fuck.” He pulled out of her abruptly, going to the drawer where he kept the condoms. She was on fire. His hands were shaking as he placed the condom over his cock.
“I can’t do this.”
Moving to his side, Rose took the condom from his fingers and did her best. He talked her through putting the latex on. She was starting to understand why plenty of women went on the pill. The condoms were a bloody pain.
He didn’t waste any time, lifting her off her feet. Peter was inside her before she’d hit the bed. They both groaned as he seated himself to the hilt inside her. “You feel so fucking tight.”
“Which one is the real Peter?” she asked, moaning as he pulled out of her until only the tip of him remained and then slammed deep, taking her by surprise as the pleasure mixed with a little pain.
“Huh?”
“This crude speaking one.” She cried out as his lips were on her breasts. “Or the tame, kind one.”
“They’re both me, baby. You’ll get both, and in time, if you want to, you’ll get the Dom in me as well.”
Peter moved her up the bed until she was laid amongst the pillows. When he was satisfied with her position, Peter gripped the poles of the head board behind her.
She watched his tattooed chest and muscles tighten as he pulled out of her body only to pound back inside. Rose gasped, reaching for the head board behind her. She gripped the hard wood for something to hold on to. There was nowhere else for her to go. She needed to hold on. Something had taken control of Peter, and he was showing her another side to him.
Rose wasn’t scared. He excited her no matter what he did.
“So … fuck … ing … beautiful … and … all … mine.” He spoke each word after each thrust of his hips.
The pleasure intensified. Peter was hitting a point inside her that combined with pleasure and pain. She didn’t know whether to scream for him to get off or thrust up to meet him. The two points mingled together.
She liked the slight pain a little too much. Keeping hold of the head board, she gave herself to Peter. He fucked her hard, taking what he wanted and in turn giving her so much pleasure.
He was relentless in his thrusts. Peter drew out her need until he pushed her over the edge twice. She never thought it was possible to have two orgasms, one right after the other. Peter made her body his own personal instrument.
When he was satisfied with her response to him, Peter finally growled out his release. She held him through the pleasure.
Peter had done what she’d asked and taken her away from the horrid memories of the day. Rose came down from her high, and it all came flooding back.
“We can’t escape this, can we?” Rose asked.
“No.”
His honesty hurt, but she was thankful for it. Still, there were times honesty was overrated.
Chapter Eleven
Peter left Rose in bed to grab some dinner. He checked out his fridge, finding nothing other than sandwich fillings. Shaking his head at his lack of organisation, he made a quick note for tomorrow. He’d run to the supermarket tomorrow with Rose. Grabbing some cheese, ham, and pickles from the leftovers, he made up several sandwiches and headed back up to bed.
He found Rose curled up on the window seat watching the rain.
“It’s still warm,” she said.
“It’ll get cold soon. Winter will be here and snowfall, and you’ll be wishing for the warmth,” he said, promising her.
“I doubt that. I’m a winter girl. I love being curled up in front of a fire.”
“I love Christmas. I never put a tree up here, and I’ve always visited Laura and the kids on Christmas.”
She took a sandwich from the pile. Peter saw her hesitate at his words.
“I was thinking this year we could make our own traditions?” he asked.
“I’d like that.” She nibbled at her sandwich. “Do you think William still wants a waitress at his club?”
“Yeah, he’ll want you all right.” Peter took a bite of his sandwich. “Business doesn’t slow down because of what’s happened. It’s sad, but it’s the harsh reality of life.”
“I wonder what’s going to happen to Cape Falls.”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. If it doesn’t change, it’s going to lose a lot of people. Everyone is growing tired. Staying rooted in the past is not ideal for everyone. It sucks.”
Peter had been part of Cape Falls all of his life. He’d taken several trips out to the city to get a sense of how different they were. The cities moved around, constantly. There was no standing still in the city. Peter liked to take his time to enjoy life. Living in the city would never do it for him. He’d also visited a few other towns, getting a feel for how they were. Most of the towns he’d visited worked together. There were no outsiders in those towns.
He sat back on his sofa wondering what would have happened to him if he’d left when he was going to.
“Have you ever been out of Cape Falls?” he asked.
She shook her head. “Parents didn’t ever want to leave.”
“I think we should go away some time. There’s another town not too far from here. Law Castle, it’s called.”
“It sounds like fun. You’re not planning on dumping me there, are you?” she asked.
He chuckled. “Not on your life.”
They sat on the sofa, in his room, eating the sandwiches he’d made. He watched her eating and enjoying the food he’d put out for her.
“You’re a good cook,” she said.
“Laura taught me.”
There was a flash of hurt in her eyes, and Peter regretted the words. Putting the nearly empty plate onto the floor, he tugged Rose onto his lap. He was wearing a robe, and so was she. The robe didn’t disguise her full, lush curves.
“I shouldn’t be upset about it. I’m sorry,” she said.
She didn’t fight him as he got her to straddle his waist.
“Laura played a big part in my life. Yes, I started out being in love with her, and I’m not going to apologise for that, Rose. She taught me a lot of things.”
“Like what? Help me to understand how she helped you become the man you are.”
Settling his hands on her ass, Peter smiled, thinking over the last ten years with Laura in his life.
“She taught me how to pass tests without cheating, and because of that, I was able to work at Control. William has his own rigorous test for passing his standards in order to train and punish subs. Laura taught me how to sew. I couldn’t put a button on my shirt, and I kept going to her to do it. I wasn’t using excuses to see her. I needed to sew my button back on.”
“I can sew buttons,” Rose said, making him smile.
“Would you be offended if I asked you to do mine?”
She shook her head.
“Good, I may be able to do it to make a button look passable, but that’s all I can do.”
Rose chuckled, encouraging him to continue on.
He talked about learning to cook and to grow a few vegetables in the back of his garden, all because of Laura. “Laura taught me to be a better man, Rose. Without her I wouldn’t be who I am today. There’s no need to get jealous of her. I’m yours, and nothing is going to change that.”
“You’re mine?” she asked, pressing a palm t
o his robe covered chest.
“Yes, and you’re mine.”
“Laura’s a good woman. She got you all to herself for a long time. I can’t help but be jealous of that. She’ll know you in ways I’ll never understand.” She toyed with the edge of his robe.
“Yet you’ll know me in ways Laura will never know. What we’ve got going for us is special, Rose. I don’t want to ruin that, ever.”
“Me either.”
“Then don’t let the past come between us.” He searched for the sash of her robe, pushing it off her shoulders.
“You’ve got a one-track mind.”
“Only around you.”
Peter laughed when she lifted a foiled packet from the pocket of her robe.
“You’re a bad girl,” he said.
“Last time you forgot. I didn’t want you to forget this time. It’s kind of important. We’re not ready for a baby,” she said, pressing the latex in his palm.
He went to talk, but her robe fell down to her waist cutting off all other thought processes and words.
Her large breasts were topped with her small red-tipped nipples. Taking the condom from her hand, he quickly removed his own robe. Peter rid Rose of the rest of her robe until she was as naked as he was.
Gripping the length of his cock, he tore into the foil and rolled the fresh condom down his length. When the condom was on securely he turned his gaze back to Rose. Her gaze was on his latex covered cock.
“Come here, baby.”
She crawled toward him. Her breasts swayed with the movement. Once he had her seated on his cock, those tits were getting sucked.
****
Rose straddled his lap, watching as he eased the tip of his cock through her slit. He pressed the tip down until the head was inside her pussy.
Peter’s hands went to her hips, and then he yanked her on his cock. Gripping his shoulders, Rose cried out as he seemed to go deeper than he’d ever done before.
He lifted her up in his arms and started to suck on her nipples. She cried out. The pleasure pulsed between her thighs and gripped her stomach tight. His lips were wicked as they sucked on her.
“So fucking sexy. I love your tits, baby. I could suck on them all day long.” To prove his point, Peter took first one nipple and then the other between his lips.