Page 35 of Peep

I pull the door ajar and flop onto the end of the bed so he can see me through the crack and shoot him a message.

Put the food on a low heat and come to your bedroom door. DO NOT come in. Just peep inside. You need to chill the fuck out, and I think I know how to make that happen.

I hear the buzz of his phone and smirk to myself. I really do have the best ideas.

Gentle footsteps approach the bedroom door, shooting a spark of adrenaline through me. I release my cock from the tight confines of the jockstrap and tuck it under my balls so I’m on full display. Anders lets out a tiny gasp when he sees me, but I resist the urge to look at him as he lingers at the door. My very own peeping Tom; how did I get so lucky?

I spread my thighs and drag my hand up my length in a loose grip, paying special attention to the end by gathering pre-cum and sliding it back down. The sound of Anders’ zipper almost makes me look again, but am I fuck spoiling the moment.

I brush my thumb over the end, shuddering as pleasure ripples down my spine. My toes curl as I tighten my grip and pick up the pace. I flinch when he spits, no doubt making his shaft nice and wet as he fucks his fist alongside me.

With my other hand, I haul up my top and pinch one of my nipples, twisting it this way and that. Every pinch makesmy cock leak more. I can feel my orgasm swirling beneath the surface, sending pressure to my groin. My cock flinches like an eager racehorse at the starting gate, desperate to shoot off. I slow down and ease my grasp so I don’t come too soon.

After a few minutes of teasing ourselves we’re grunting and moaning in perfect sync. Fuck, I want to look up. In fact, I want him in here with me, doing the work. Answering my prayers, the door swings open, clattering against the wall.

“I’m sick of watching,” Anders growls.

“Come and get me then, little lion.”

He legit pounces on me, taking the air out of my lungs. No complaints here, though. He can eat me alive for all I care. Spreading my legs wider so he can slot between them, a giddy feeling travels from my chest to my cheeks. The way he fits against me perfectly does something to me. As our throbbing shafts line up and slip against each other, we howl out in uninhibited pleasure.

“Fuck, Jay,” he groans. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Those words send fireworks through my soul. It’s given me all the confirmation I need that he’s in this fucked up thing with me, morals be damned.

“Oh, I know. Trust me. You drive me fucking crazy.”

I clutch the back of his neck and guide his mouth to mine. The kiss is positively feral. We kiss like we’re trying to consume one another, molding every fibre, including our DNA, until we’re one organism.

Our hips roll, chasing that blissful high, cocks leaking and creating a delicious, sticky mess between us.

“Jay, I’m going to come.”

“Yes, sweetheart. Come all over my cock. I want to be drenched in your cum.” My filthy words send him over the edge.

Anders’ whole body clenches and his warm release covers me. Each slippery thrust pushes me closer to heaven.

I reach down, grabbing our dicks in a tight fist. Anders whimpers from sensitivity, but I keep tugging at our lengths. My vision grows hazy as the dam bursts, and I coat us in more cum.

“Fuuuck,” I moan, eyes scrunched as I spasm through my orgasm.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Anders cries, grabbing my wrist. “Too sensitive.”

I chuckle, letting go. He collapses his weight on me and nuzzles the side of my neck, spotting light kisses all over me. After orgasm, Anders might be my favourite. He’s a mushy motherfucker.

I wrap my arms and legs around him, fully smothering him. The smell of our sex and his natural musk smooths the edges of the broken parts inside me.

Anders leans up, boxing me in with his elbows. “Thank you,” he murmurs.

“What for?”

“For helping me relax, I was acting like a weirdo before. I like you, Jay, but I’m scared of what that means. This isn’t how I usually go about starting relationships.”

My heart fucking sings. Finally. I knew I wasn’t going insane, and there’s something worth exploring here.

Anders’ cheeks flush, and he collapses, hiding his face in my chest. “Ugh, oh god. I’ve said too much. Now you’re gonna be all up in my business, more than you already are.”

I grab his chin, tipping it up to see those baby blues. “You bet.”

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