63 - Wild is the Wind

After all the comments on the last chapter, I'm almost afraid to post this.  There's no way it could possibly live up to the hype, so cut me a little slack on this one, okay??  :)  Have a great weekend guys!
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Petey could disregard his words knowing that, though they tried to make her heart sing, they likely didn't mean anything significant.  But his little-boy-lost eyes... His little-boy-lost eyes were her undoing.

She should say no and tell him it wasn't why she was here.  She should protect the small piece of heart he didn't already hold.

But she couldn’t.  Even if his suffering was his own fault, through his pig-headed stupidity, he’d had a rough few days and he'd suffered through them by himself.  No doubt he was feeling a little alone right now and reaching out for human contact.

Jon had given her nearly a week of frivolous whims without a second thought.  Petey could give him this.

She put her hands behind her, gently removing his bigger ones from her pockets, and interlacing their fingers before folding them over.  Gripping his hands for support, she climbed into the chair with him and placed one knee next to each hip, straddling his lap and looking down into hopeful blue eyes. 

“I want you, too.”  She lightly pressed her pelvis into his, finding him already hard beneath her. 

The lingering clouds cleared from his face under the sweeping relief of his smile.  “Can we lose the spikes so I don’t put an eye out?  And the boots so you don’t step on anything I’m partial to?”

She stared at his mouth, fixated by the full bottom lip and the indentation above the upper one.  The smooth, even white teeth hid a tongue that she already knew could work magic.  Petey ached to feel that tongue slide against hers and lose herself in his kiss.  But if she did, he would know.  She wouldn’t be able to hide her emotions if she kissed him, and she couldn’t let him find out her true feelings.  It would skew everything.

So she forced a strained smile.  “Me, me, me.  What an egomaniac.  You know this sex thing goes two ways, right?”

He laughed and untangled their hands so that he could cradle her face.  “I’m well aware, Sugar.  It goes both in and out.  Sometimes very, very fast.”

There it was.  That unexpected humor.  Her kryptonite.

This is the last last time.  No more.  I let myself get lost in it once more, and then I have to let him go.

Her hands roamed his bare chest and shoulders, feeling his skin warm beneath her touch as he unsnapped the dog collar and dropped it to the floor with a clatter.  Moving on to the wrist cuffs, he easily disposed of them as well before pushing his hands under her top.

“You’re wearing the shirt I got you,” he observed with a smirk, scraping his thumbs across her nipples.

“Everything else was dirty,” she told him in between the kisses she was peppering over his shoulder as she rocked against him and inhaled his scent. “Ouch!” Petey bolted into an upright position, rubbing at her butt with a scowl.  “You pinched me!”

“You were being an imp.  You deserved it.  Now take your hair down for me.”

She set her mouth in a determined line and reached for his bare nipple, prepared to tweak it for all she was worth.  Unfortunately for her, he read her intention and shrank away, laughing and locking up her wrists in his hands.  “Ah, ah, ah.  Don’t do it.”

“Well, you’re being an overbearing prick,” she complained half-heartedly, tugging to get her hands free.  “You deserve it.”

Jon held them tight, refusing to allow her escape and leaned his face close to hers.  Petey froze in fear of what he was about to do, but he just kissed the end of her nose, saying, “You’re cute when you get your panties in a wad.”

Her heart flip-flopped deep in her chest, but she went on as though she were completely unaffected by his compliment.  “My panties wouldn’t be in a wad if you’d let go so I can take them off.”

That quickly, he released her and she was free, shaking her head with bemusement.  She wiggled off his lap amid his cautions to be careful with what she was wiggling on, and unlaced her boots.  While he was shimmying out of his sweatpants, she stripped her clothes.  When they were both completely naked, she jerked the elastics out of her ponytails and shook her hair out, as he’d asked.

“I keep waiting for the lust to fade, but it hasn’t yet,” he commented distractedly as his eyes devoured her petite body.  “I want you just as much now as I did the first time.”

I want you more.  I want more of you, her heart whispered.

“I’m trying to get my booty on here,” she huffily informed him, ignoring the sweet whisper.  “Stop making this into something else.”

He held his hands out with a lecherous grin.  “Come put your booty on me, Baby.  Sit on my very hard lap and let me watch you come.”

No.  He can’t watch me.  He can't watch me.

“I have a better idea.”  Petey turned to face the sofa and backed up slowly until she felt him grasp her hips.  Straddling his legs, she stood still while he took one hand and swirled his erection through her damp folds.  Once he was poised at her entrance, Petey sat down, taking him inside her as she did.

“Oh, Christ,” Jon moaned, his arms cinching around her waist.  “You’re so hot and tight.”

Rolling her hips intensified matters for both of them and her moans joined his.  She could feel him seated deep within her and fantasized that the close intimacy meant something. 

With a shake of her head, she leaned back into him, changing the angle of penetration and inciting a grunt of discomfort from him.  “Easy, Baby.  It’s not quite that flexible.” 

Firm hands tipped her pelvis forward and urged her to lift to a near standing position before pulling her back down.

“Your ass looks so hot sitting on me.”

Petey didn’t want to hear the bedroom talk.  She wanted to give him her body, have one more cataclysmic orgasm and walk away while she still could.  “Shut up and fuck me,” she ordered, reaching down to cup his testicles.

“Grrnnhhhhh…”

She manipulated them gently in her grasp, growing more confident as the volume of his garbled grunts and moans got louder.  One thumb tickled the taut flesh at the base of his shaft as she bobbed in his lap. 

“God, that feels good,” she breathed, concentrating on the sound of their flesh joining and the way he stretched her.

Freeing one hip, he snuck a hand around, slipping a finger into her folds and stroking the tender flesh.  He unerringly found her clit and manipulated it as she rode him.  She became so distracted that her own hand fell lax as she jockeyed on him both faster and harder.

“Come for me, Baby,” he rasped, reclaiming both hips and controlling the intensity of her movements.  He forced her down against him while flexing his hips upward, burrowing as deep in her womb as he could reach.  “Does that feel good?  Huh?  Talk to me, Baby Girl.”

The endearments strengthened his powerful possession and she began rattling mindlessly, eager to obey so that he would finish what he started.  “Yes.  Good.  Sooo gooood.  You feel so good inside me, fucking me.  You make me so hot for you.”

“That’s my girl,” he crooned, adding another agile finger into the slippery pink playground between her thighs.  The slapping of their flesh filled her ears like an auditory aphrodisiac.  It was so primal that it acted as a siren’s call to her baser instincts.

Moisture beaded on her forehead and she writhed against him, bucking like a wild animal, riding him harder and harder.  She ground herself into his hand, feeling the tingle of awareness start to build inside her.  Petey held her breath as her frenzied pace multiplied. 

“Are you gonna come for me?”

“Yesss.  God, so close.  I can feeeeel it….  Just a little -”  She gasped loudly and convulsed against his hand, her internal muscles clenching with the spasms as he latched onto both of her hips bouncing her up and down in short, fierce strokes. 

“Oh, shit, Baby.  Ride me, ride me,” he panted, the efforts of their mating echoing through the room.  “That’s it.  Oh.  Oh.  Oh fuuuuuuck!”  With that last powerful slam, his fingers dug into her hips, allowing her to move nowhere until he was completely drained.  Panting, he collapsed back into the chair, leaving her to sit unaided on his fading erection.

Petey cautiously rose to stand on wobbly legs and was going to leave the living room for the bathroom until he stopped her with a gentle hand in the center of her stomach.  “Petey?”

“What?”  She tucked the long strands of hair behind her ear so that she could look down into his face.  His eyes were somber.

“Thank you.  For all of it.”

She was better at dealing with his anger than this humble sweetness.  Pointing out the flaws in his argumentative logic was simple compared to dealing with these jumbled emotions and mixed signals.

“Just get your head out of the orgasmic cloud so you can learn what you need to learn,” she mumbled gruffly.  “That’s thanks enough.”

Chuckling, he brought her hand to his lips.  “Yes, Mistress.”

“I need the bathroom,” she mumbled, extracting herself from his touch.  Petey scooped up her clothes and made a beeline for the guest room.

Closing herself in the bathroom, she leaned against the door and slid to a seated position on the floor.  She clutched her clothes to her chest while her mind raced.

How was she going to go back out there and teach him how to use an iPad?  This was why she was cold and logical at every opportunity.  She couldn’t deal with the messiness of emotions.  They ran rampant, going places you didn't want them to, and when you tried to get them all back into their nice, neat little box...  Well, it was like trying to herd cats.

Petey didn't like cats.   

Exhaling harshly, she redressed herself and stood before the mirror.  This was a work call, even though it had temporarily digressed.  She ran a careless hand through her hair and channeled her inner geek to get back on track. 

“The micro-SIM card in some 4G and 3G models is used for cellular data. If your micro-SIM card

wasn’t preinstalled or if you change cellular data carriers, you may need to install or replace the

micro-SIM card...”

After mentally running through two more pages of the manual, she was ready to resume her mission with all emotion tucked firmly out of sight.  She could only hope it stayed that way.