Chapter 11
Unaware of what Peter was thinking, Jake turned away from the door. “Well, that’s that,” he said in satisfaction. "Those guys will never bother you again, Pete. It's over."
“Yeah,” Peter said, sounding so sad that it brought the biker up short. He stared at Peter’s miserable face, seeing the woe reflected in the big blue eyes.
“What’s the matter, Pete?” he asked. “What’s wrong?”
A small sniffle. “Nothing,” Peter replied, looking away to hide the tears shining in his eyes.
Oh, hell, no! Jake strode over and reached out to take Peter’s upper arms in his big hands. “Don’t do that!” he snapped. “Don’t shut me out, Pete! Tell me what’s wrong.”
Peter jumped when Jake touched him, his eyes flying up to meet the biker’s. He swallowed heavily. “I-I just…” he began softly, his lips trembling. “I’m just going to miss you so much…when you go, Jake,” he whispered.
Jake blinked. “Go?” he repeated in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“Won’t you want to leave, now that I don’t need protection anymore? You only stayed to make sure those guys didn’t try to hurt me again,” Peter said thickly, blinking away more tears.
Enlightenment. Jake sighed. “That’s one of the reasons that I moved in with you, yes,” he conceded. “But I’ve acquired other reasons to stay since then, Pete.”
The blue eyes searched his. “Like what?” Peter asked.
“Like this,” then, to Peter’s total, stunned shock, Jake bent down and kissed him! Oh, God, he was having delusions now! Because Jake’s lips could not be moving slowly, tenderly, but firmly over his own, claiming his mouth inevitably. And a thick tongue couldn’t be gliding into his mouth, laving at his own and curling around inside like a snake’s. And his arms couldn’t be wound around a pair of broad shoulders, holding on for dear life as he experienced something that he’d wanted to feel ever since he’d first seen Jake standing in the doorway of his hospital room! This was all a dream, but what a dream! One he never, ever wanted to wake up from!
Peter moaned softly, lost in the kiss. Jake’s big hands were sliding down his back, and one of them lightly cupped his ass and squeezed. He gasped into Jake’s mouth, stunned and so turned on that his body felt like it might explode. When the biker finally lifted his head a little, peter’s legs threatened to buckle out from under him. Jake’s hands had to hold him up so that he didn’t fall down on the floor in a heap. “Guh,” was all he managed to say, completely out of it.
Jake grinned faintly at his expression and that little sound. “Pete,” he husked, cupping his chin in one big hand, “I’ve wanted to do that for weeks now.”
Peter blinked. “You have?!” he squeaked, in total disbelief.
Jake nodded. “Yeah.”
“But aren’t you…straight?” Peter asked feebly, totally bewildered.
Jake shook his head. “Nope. As I told your mom when she asked, I’m bi. I always have been. And when I first saw you, all I wanted to do was hold you. At first it was just pity, but when you started to recover it became more than that. Do you know how hard it’s been for me not to kiss you before this? But I wanted you to be able to recover as much as possible before I made my move. I didn’t want you to cling to me because you were feeling scared and vulnerable. I wanted you to want me for myself, not as your protector or bodyguard. Can you understand that?”
“Yes,” Peter said, a fragile hope springing up in his face and eyes, “I can. Jonas said something like that when I told him…” he trailed off, biting at his lip a little.
Jake’s brows lifted. “What?” he asked. “What did you tell him?”
Peter sighed, leaning against him a little. “I told him…that I had feelings for you,” he said. “And he told me that I should be sure of them before I said anything to you, but that if I WAS sure, I should tell you how I felt about you.”
Jake ran a hand through his hair. “And how do you feel about me?” he asked with interest.
Peter stiffened in his arms, and buried his face in Jake’s chest. He mumbled something that the biker couldn’t hear. “What was that?” he asked, cupping Peter’s jaw and forcing him to lift his head so that their eyes could meet again. “Tell me,” he insisted.
Peter twitched, but at last he said: “I…love you, Jake. I know we haven’t known each other long, and that maybe it’s the Florence Nightingale Syndrome or something, but…I can’t help it,” he said rather defiantly, lifting his chin.
Jake felt warmth coil in his stomach. “That’s good, Pete. Because I’m pretty sure that I’m falling head-over-heels for you, too. And I can’t help myself, either. The minute I looked into these big blue eyes…” he ran a thumb under one of Peter’s eyes tenderly, “I lost it. So I guess we’re in the same boat, huh?”
Peter’s face lit up, and that adorable expression was having a bad effect on certain parts of Jake’s anatomy. He pulled Peter over to the couch and settled onto it with the smaller man on his lap, like an over-large doll. He took Peter’s lips once again, cradling the back of his head in one big hand to hold him in place. Peter’s hands settled on his shoulders as they explored each other’s mouths, and Jake’s free hand slid under the t-shirt that Peter was wearing and found the bare skin of his back.
Peter was panting and rather boneless when Jake finally released his lips again. His languid blue eyes met Jake’s. “Pete,” the biker rasped. “I really want you.”
Peter shuddered. His erection was straining against the front of his shorts. “I want you too,” he whispered, and gulped as Jake’s eyes darkened with a lust that made his stomach twist and his body tighten even further.
Jake sighed and took Peter’s face in his hands. “I’d love to just do you right here and now,” he growled, making Peter gasp and shiver.
“Why can’t you?” Peter asked, searching his face.
Jake grimaced. “You just endured yet another bad trauma,” he said. “You need time to recover.”
Peter found himself wanting to laugh. He was so happy right now that he could barely contain it. Jake wanted him! Jake loved him! What more could one gay man ask for? “Don’t they say that sex is life affirming?” he said aloud, trying not to grin. “Don’t you think it might make me feel A LOT better to have a hunky guy sleep with me right now?” his blue eyes were impish, an expression that Jake was seeing for the very first time…and which thoroughly entranced him. He already liked this side of
Peter.
He grinned himself, showing off his white teeth. “You might have a point, sweetheart,” he conceded, before he kissed Peter in a short, rough, but thorough way. “Oh, Hell. It’s not like I could really hold back for much longer, anyway. I’m just a man. I can’t help but want to make you scream,” he growled, making Peter flush and shudder.
“I…I think that’s a great idea,” Peter replied, arching his back a little as Jake’s hand slid under the front of his t-shirt and found one of his nipples. He moaned as fingertips pinched lightly at the nub, twisting a little.
Jake was scouring his neck with kisses. Peter happily bent it a bit, giving him access. Teeth nibbled at the cords, making him gasp. Jake pulled him until he was sitting up on his knees, to make it easier for him to reach Peter without having to bend down too far. He pushed the t-shit up roughly ,revealing his naked chest. He decided not to be ashamed of the yellowed, fading bruises on his skin, especially not when Jake was staring at him hungrily and didn’t seem the least put off by them.
“I’ll be gentle, Pete,” he said in a low, dark voice. “I promise.”
He wasn’t sure that he wanted gentle at this point. But at the same time, Peter knew that his body wasn’t quite healed from the beating that it had received yet, so he said nothing. Jake pulled the t-shirt completely off of him, revealing his rucked nipples. The biker pushed him down on the couch and settled over him very carefully, pushing himself up on his arms so as not to put any of his weight onto Peter’s body. He bent his head and licked a trail down Peter’s jaw to his neck, then down it in a slick line that made him moan and lift his hips. He felt the bulge under the jeans that Jake was wearing, and he rubbed against it like a hungry kitten.
A low moan was the response to this. Jake nipped at his collarbone in retaliation, then slid downward to tongue at Peter’s nipples lightly but insistently. He arched his back and cried out, his fingers grasping the back of Jake’s head to hold him in place. But Jake was intent on exploring every part of him, and soon his tongue traced downward across Peter’s trembling stomach muscles as Jake slid down nearly to the end of the couch. His fingers found the edge of the tan shorts and began to draw them down Peter’s hips. “Lift up,” he growled, and Peter was happy to comply.
He whimpered as Jake’s clever fingers managed to divest him of both his shorts and his underwear at the same time. His cock was rigid and leaking between his thighs, and Jake’s hungry gaze came to rest on it. His lips lifted slightly in a savage smile that made Peter shudder, then he swooped down like a tiger and began to devour it! Peter nearly screamed as his penis was enveloped in hot, tight wetness, and Jake’s flaxen head moved at his groin expertly. He jerked and twisted on the couch helplessly, his heels digging into the couch cushions as he pushed more of himself into that sucking orifice.
Jake spread his legs with his hands, leaving him totally vulnerable. Peter found that he didn’t care in the least about this. He trusted Jake, and he didn’t feel any fear at being in this position. Even when Jake took one of his balls in his mouth and began to suck roughly on it, he still didn’t protest. He cried out instead, lost in pleasure(and just a bit of pain from the contact on fading bruises), his mind checking out. Then Jake’s tongue slid downward even further, and Peter made animal sounds as it slid over the puckered ring of his anus and began to lick at him ravenously.
He jerked and twitched in the grip of those big hands as Jake devoured him, every muscle tense. He flailed, wailing, begging incoherently, his feet hammering on Jake’s chest as he kicked and twisted. A finger probed him, going deep. “Jakkeee,” he slurred, “Please…”
His begging got some response this time. Jake lifted his head, his eyes full of dark desires. “Do you want me, Pete?” he asked, his finger shoving in even deeper as he spoke.
“Yess,” he moaned, lifting his hips. “yess, Jake…”
“Fuck,” Jake rasped. “Do you have any lube? Condoms? Anything?”
Peter blinked, so far gone that it was hard for him to think properly. “Bedroom,” he finally managed to slur. “The drawer on the left.”
“Okay. Don’t move,” Jake told him, jumping off the couch and striding into the bedroom.
Peter wasn’t going anywhere. He just lay there in a heap, his body throbbing sullenly. Jake returned at light speed, holding the things that he’d found in the drawer. He handed them to Peter and stripped hurriedly out of his clothes, making Peter pant and moan a little when he finally saw Jake completely naked for the first time. His eyes were riveted on the biker’s cock, which was pretty thick and heavy-looking. He swallowed hard as Jake took the condoms and lube from his fingers.
“Damn it, I’m trying to be gentle, Pete, but it’s just not working very well,” Jake said wryly, looking down at him.
“I don’t…care…” he replied huskily.
“Are you sure? You’re okay?” Jake asked him worriedly.
He nodded. “Yeah. Just…Do whatever you want to me,” he said.
A little snarl moved over Jake’s mouth. “I’ll be happy to,” he rasped, and Peter shuddered again at his tone of voice.
Jake pushed him down the couch a little so that the would be room for him on the couch, and ripped one of the condom packets open. He spit on his hand and stroked himself briefly, before pulling the condom onto his cock. His face was twisted with desire as he struggled to keep himself in check even a little. Then he was slicking lube onto the condom, just before he roughly thrust a finger back into Peter’s body. He cried out, lifting his hips, loving the feel of that big digit sliding into him.
“So tight,” Jake growled, his eyes hot. He thrust another finger inside of Peter, who merely whimpered and writhed a bit as Jake fingered him quickly and roughly. “I’ve got to…I’m sorry, Pete…”
“oh, just do it!” he cried wildly, needing Jake inside of him. “Come on!”
“Your wish is my command, Pete,” Jake snarled, them he spread Peter’s legs as wide as they’d go and he lifted Peter’s hips a bit so that he could position himself to plunge into the lithe body lying on the couch before him.
He cried out at the feel of being invaded by something fairly big and thick, and Jake paused. He wound Peter’s legs around his hips as he waited, and ran his hands down Peter’s belly and hips. One of his hands found the smaller man’s now-limp cock and stroked it a bit to urge it back to life. “Better?” he finally ground out, struggling to hold himself in check.
“Yes,” Peter gasped, undulating his hips.
Jake made a satisfied sound and pushed the rest of himself inside of Peter in a long push. A wild cry was torn from the smaller man’s lips, but it didn’t sound like a cry of pain. He made a low sound and reached down to pull Peter’s limp body up until he was straddling Jake’s hips, and they were chest-to-chest. Then he began to lift and lower Peter onto his cock, driving cries from his throat. Jake’s hands were everywhere, finding every bit of skin and kneading the tight buttocks as he continued to drive upward into Peter’s writhing body.
To his shock(and pleasure) Peter suddenly swooped forward and closed his mouth over Jake’s left nipple, the one with the ring in it. He began to suck on it, ring and all, making the biker growl and fuck him even more roughly. Little cries were torn from Peter’s throat as he continued to molest Jake’s nipple, even as the biker drove up into him in long thrusts.
Skin-on-skin, so full of sensation, his cock rubbing relentlessly against Jake’s belly…it was too much for him to bear. Peter screamed, stiffening, as he began to come all over Jake’s skin in long ,shuddering burst. He felt the biker stiffen and grunt, and the cock inside of him twitched and thumped as Jake began to come as well. They both shuddered into stillness, panting as they recovered a bit from their intense, amazing orgasms.
Hands were stroking down his sweat-slick bare back. “Pete,” Jake crooned. “Damn, Pete…”
He agreed, but he was too tired to actually be able to reply right now. Instead he laid his cheek against Jake’s chest, closing his eyes. He could stay right here forever, and that would be good. He never, ever wanted to move again…
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Unaware of what Peter was thinking, Jake turned away from the door. “Well, that’s that,” he said in satisfaction. "Those guys will never bother you again, Pete. It's over."
“Yeah,” Peter said, sounding so sad that it brought the biker up short. He stared at Peter’s miserable face, seeing the woe reflected in the big blue eyes.
“What’s the matter, Pete?” he asked. “What’s wrong?”
A small sniffle. “Nothing,” Peter replied, looking away to hide the tears shining in his eyes.
Oh, hell, no! Jake strode over and reached out to take Peter’s upper arms in his big hands. “Don’t do that!” he snapped. “Don’t shut me out, Pete! Tell me what’s wrong.”
Peter jumped when Jake touched him, his eyes flying up to meet the biker’s. He swallowed heavily. “I-I just…” he began softly, his lips trembling. “I’m just going to miss you so much…when you go, Jake,” he whispered.
Jake blinked. “Go?” he repeated in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“Won’t you want to leave, now that I don’t need protection anymore? You only stayed to make sure those guys didn’t try to hurt me again,” Peter said thickly, blinking away more tears.
Enlightenment. Jake sighed. “That’s one of the reasons that I moved in with you, yes,” he conceded. “But I’ve acquired other reasons to stay since then, Pete.”
The blue eyes searched his. “Like what?” Peter asked.
“Like this,” then, to Peter’s total, stunned shock, Jake bent down and kissed him! Oh, God, he was having delusions now! Because Jake’s lips could not be moving slowly, tenderly, but firmly over his own, claiming his mouth inevitably. And a thick tongue couldn’t be gliding into his mouth, laving at his own and curling around inside like a snake’s. And his arms couldn’t be wound around a pair of broad shoulders, holding on for dear life as he experienced something that he’d wanted to feel ever since he’d first seen Jake standing in the doorway of his hospital room! This was all a dream, but what a dream! One he never, ever wanted to wake up from!
Peter moaned softly, lost in the kiss. Jake’s big hands were sliding down his back, and one of them lightly cupped his ass and squeezed. He gasped into Jake’s mouth, stunned and so turned on that his body felt like it might explode. When the biker finally lifted his head a little, peter’s legs threatened to buckle out from under him. Jake’s hands had to hold him up so that he didn’t fall down on the floor in a heap. “Guh,” was all he managed to say, completely out of it.
Jake grinned faintly at his expression and that little sound. “Pete,” he husked, cupping his chin in one big hand, “I’ve wanted to do that for weeks now.”
Peter blinked. “You have?!” he squeaked, in total disbelief.
Jake nodded. “Yeah.”
“But aren’t you…straight?” Peter asked feebly, totally bewildered.
Jake shook his head. “Nope. As I told your mom when she asked, I’m bi. I always have been. And when I first saw you, all I wanted to do was hold you. At first it was just pity, but when you started to recover it became more than that. Do you know how hard it’s been for me not to kiss you before this? But I wanted you to be able to recover as much as possible before I made my move. I didn’t want you to cling to me because you were feeling scared and vulnerable. I wanted you to want me for myself, not as your protector or bodyguard. Can you understand that?”
“Yes,” Peter said, a fragile hope springing up in his face and eyes, “I can. Jonas said something like that when I told him…” he trailed off, biting at his lip a little.
Jake’s brows lifted. “What?” he asked. “What did you tell him?”
Peter sighed, leaning against him a little. “I told him…that I had feelings for you,” he said. “And he told me that I should be sure of them before I said anything to you, but that if I WAS sure, I should tell you how I felt about you.”
Jake ran a hand through his hair. “And how do you feel about me?” he asked with interest.
Peter stiffened in his arms, and buried his face in Jake’s chest. He mumbled something that the biker couldn’t hear. “What was that?” he asked, cupping Peter’s jaw and forcing him to lift his head so that their eyes could meet again. “Tell me,” he insisted.
Peter twitched, but at last he said: “I…love you, Jake. I know we haven’t known each other long, and that maybe it’s the Florence Nightingale Syndrome or something, but…I can’t help it,” he said rather defiantly, lifting his chin.
Jake felt warmth coil in his stomach. “That’s good, Pete. Because I’m pretty sure that I’m falling head-over-heels for you, too. And I can’t help myself, either. The minute I looked into these big blue eyes…” he ran a thumb under one of Peter’s eyes tenderly, “I lost it. So I guess we’re in the same boat, huh?”
Peter’s face lit up, and that adorable expression was having a bad effect on certain parts of Jake’s anatomy. He pulled Peter over to the couch and settled onto it with the smaller man on his lap, like an over-large doll. He took Peter’s lips once again, cradling the back of his head in one big hand to hold him in place. Peter’s hands settled on his shoulders as they explored each other’s mouths, and Jake’s free hand slid under the t-shirt that Peter was wearing and found the bare skin of his back.
Peter was panting and rather boneless when Jake finally released his lips again. His languid blue eyes met Jake’s. “Pete,” the biker rasped. “I really want you.”
Peter shuddered. His erection was straining against the front of his shorts. “I want you too,” he whispered, and gulped as Jake’s eyes darkened with a lust that made his stomach twist and his body tighten even further.
Jake sighed and took Peter’s face in his hands. “I’d love to just do you right here and now,” he growled, making Peter gasp and shiver.
“Why can’t you?” Peter asked, searching his face.
Jake grimaced. “You just endured yet another bad trauma,” he said. “You need time to recover.”
Peter found himself wanting to laugh. He was so happy right now that he could barely contain it. Jake wanted him! Jake loved him! What more could one gay man ask for? “Don’t they say that sex is life affirming?” he said aloud, trying not to grin. “Don’t you think it might make me feel A LOT better to have a hunky guy sleep with me right now?” his blue eyes were impish, an expression that Jake was seeing for the very first time…and which thoroughly entranced him. He already liked this side of
Peter.
He grinned himself, showing off his white teeth. “You might have a point, sweetheart,” he conceded, before he kissed Peter in a short, rough, but thorough way. “Oh, Hell. It’s not like I could really hold back for much longer, anyway. I’m just a man. I can’t help but want to make you scream,” he growled, making Peter flush and shudder.
“I…I think that’s a great idea,” Peter replied, arching his back a little as Jake’s hand slid under the front of his t-shirt and found one of his nipples. He moaned as fingertips pinched lightly at the nub, twisting a little.
Jake was scouring his neck with kisses. Peter happily bent it a bit, giving him access. Teeth nibbled at the cords, making him gasp. Jake pulled him until he was sitting up on his knees, to make it easier for him to reach Peter without having to bend down too far. He pushed the t-shit up roughly ,revealing his naked chest. He decided not to be ashamed of the yellowed, fading bruises on his skin, especially not when Jake was staring at him hungrily and didn’t seem the least put off by them.
“I’ll be gentle, Pete,” he said in a low, dark voice. “I promise.”
He wasn’t sure that he wanted gentle at this point. But at the same time, Peter knew that his body wasn’t quite healed from the beating that it had received yet, so he said nothing. Jake pulled the t-shirt completely off of him, revealing his rucked nipples. The biker pushed him down on the couch and settled over him very carefully, pushing himself up on his arms so as not to put any of his weight onto Peter’s body. He bent his head and licked a trail down Peter’s jaw to his neck, then down it in a slick line that made him moan and lift his hips. He felt the bulge under the jeans that Jake was wearing, and he rubbed against it like a hungry kitten.
A low moan was the response to this. Jake nipped at his collarbone in retaliation, then slid downward to tongue at Peter’s nipples lightly but insistently. He arched his back and cried out, his fingers grasping the back of Jake’s head to hold him in place. But Jake was intent on exploring every part of him, and soon his tongue traced downward across Peter’s trembling stomach muscles as Jake slid down nearly to the end of the couch. His fingers found the edge of the tan shorts and began to draw them down Peter’s hips. “Lift up,” he growled, and Peter was happy to comply.
He whimpered as Jake’s clever fingers managed to divest him of both his shorts and his underwear at the same time. His cock was rigid and leaking between his thighs, and Jake’s hungry gaze came to rest on it. His lips lifted slightly in a savage smile that made Peter shudder, then he swooped down like a tiger and began to devour it! Peter nearly screamed as his penis was enveloped in hot, tight wetness, and Jake’s flaxen head moved at his groin expertly. He jerked and twisted on the couch helplessly, his heels digging into the couch cushions as he pushed more of himself into that sucking orifice.
Jake spread his legs with his hands, leaving him totally vulnerable. Peter found that he didn’t care in the least about this. He trusted Jake, and he didn’t feel any fear at being in this position. Even when Jake took one of his balls in his mouth and began to suck roughly on it, he still didn’t protest. He cried out instead, lost in pleasure(and just a bit of pain from the contact on fading bruises), his mind checking out. Then Jake’s tongue slid downward even further, and Peter made animal sounds as it slid over the puckered ring of his anus and began to lick at him ravenously.
He jerked and twitched in the grip of those big hands as Jake devoured him, every muscle tense. He flailed, wailing, begging incoherently, his feet hammering on Jake’s chest as he kicked and twisted. A finger probed him, going deep. “Jakkeee,” he slurred, “Please…”
His begging got some response this time. Jake lifted his head, his eyes full of dark desires. “Do you want me, Pete?” he asked, his finger shoving in even deeper as he spoke.
“Yess,” he moaned, lifting his hips. “yess, Jake…”
“Fuck,” Jake rasped. “Do you have any lube? Condoms? Anything?”
Peter blinked, so far gone that it was hard for him to think properly. “Bedroom,” he finally managed to slur. “The drawer on the left.”
“Okay. Don’t move,” Jake told him, jumping off the couch and striding into the bedroom.
Peter wasn’t going anywhere. He just lay there in a heap, his body throbbing sullenly. Jake returned at light speed, holding the things that he’d found in the drawer. He handed them to Peter and stripped hurriedly out of his clothes, making Peter pant and moan a little when he finally saw Jake completely naked for the first time. His eyes were riveted on the biker’s cock, which was pretty thick and heavy-looking. He swallowed hard as Jake took the condoms and lube from his fingers.
“Damn it, I’m trying to be gentle, Pete, but it’s just not working very well,” Jake said wryly, looking down at him.
“I don’t…care…” he replied huskily.
“Are you sure? You’re okay?” Jake asked him worriedly.
He nodded. “Yeah. Just…Do whatever you want to me,” he said.
A little snarl moved over Jake’s mouth. “I’ll be happy to,” he rasped, and Peter shuddered again at his tone of voice.
Jake pushed him down the couch a little so that the would be room for him on the couch, and ripped one of the condom packets open. He spit on his hand and stroked himself briefly, before pulling the condom onto his cock. His face was twisted with desire as he struggled to keep himself in check even a little. Then he was slicking lube onto the condom, just before he roughly thrust a finger back into Peter’s body. He cried out, lifting his hips, loving the feel of that big digit sliding into him.
“So tight,” Jake growled, his eyes hot. He thrust another finger inside of Peter, who merely whimpered and writhed a bit as Jake fingered him quickly and roughly. “I’ve got to…I’m sorry, Pete…”
“oh, just do it!” he cried wildly, needing Jake inside of him. “Come on!”
“Your wish is my command, Pete,” Jake snarled, them he spread Peter’s legs as wide as they’d go and he lifted Peter’s hips a bit so that he could position himself to plunge into the lithe body lying on the couch before him.
He cried out at the feel of being invaded by something fairly big and thick, and Jake paused. He wound Peter’s legs around his hips as he waited, and ran his hands down Peter’s belly and hips. One of his hands found the smaller man’s now-limp cock and stroked it a bit to urge it back to life. “Better?” he finally ground out, struggling to hold himself in check.
“Yes,” Peter gasped, undulating his hips.
Jake made a satisfied sound and pushed the rest of himself inside of Peter in a long push. A wild cry was torn from the smaller man’s lips, but it didn’t sound like a cry of pain. He made a low sound and reached down to pull Peter’s limp body up until he was straddling Jake’s hips, and they were chest-to-chest. Then he began to lift and lower Peter onto his cock, driving cries from his throat. Jake’s hands were everywhere, finding every bit of skin and kneading the tight buttocks as he continued to drive upward into Peter’s writhing body.
To his shock(and pleasure) Peter suddenly swooped forward and closed his mouth over Jake’s left nipple, the one with the ring in it. He began to suck on it, ring and all, making the biker growl and fuck him even more roughly. Little cries were torn from Peter’s throat as he continued to molest Jake’s nipple, even as the biker drove up into him in long thrusts.
Skin-on-skin, so full of sensation, his cock rubbing relentlessly against Jake’s belly…it was too much for him to bear. Peter screamed, stiffening, as he began to come all over Jake’s skin in long ,shuddering burst. He felt the biker stiffen and grunt, and the cock inside of him twitched and thumped as Jake began to come as well. They both shuddered into stillness, panting as they recovered a bit from their intense, amazing orgasms.
Hands were stroking down his sweat-slick bare back. “Pete,” Jake crooned. “Damn, Pete…”
He agreed, but he was too tired to actually be able to reply right now. Instead he laid his cheek against Jake’s chest, closing his eyes. He could stay right here forever, and that would be good. He never, ever wanted to move again…
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