Learning Lessons 4 of 8: Letting Him In // Chapter 4

Jess went to bed some time after Pete, and she was worried about him.

Pete was sleeping, curled up in their bed, laying on his side, facing away from where she would lie. She tossed her sweatshirt to the floor, slid her tights off, then her panties and bra too, and she climbed under the covers and slid across to him, pressed herself against his back. He didn’t budge.

“Petey?” she whispered.

He grunted, half-asleep.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

He gave her an affirmative grunt.

She slid her hand around to his front, scratched her nails lightly on his chest. “You sure?”

He was awake now. She could see his profile, could see his eyelashes. His eyes were open, looking across the room.

“I’m sure, Jess,” he mumbled.

He didn’t sound fine. Her hand scratched its way idly down his t-shirt, over his belly, lingering along the elastic waist of his briefs.

“You know how much I love you, right, Petey?”

“Yeah, I do,” he said. She could see him blinking.

Her hand slipped under his waistband, found his small, hairy penis, his testicles scrunched up high underneath it. She tickled it with her fingertips, touched the tip, circled his hole with her forefinger. His legs straightened a bit, exposing it better for her. Her fingers stroked it, going up and down his shaft, and she could feel it stiffening.

“You know there’s a big, thick cock just outside that door and a muscular boy dying to fuck me with it, but I’m here stroking this little thing because I love you. You’re my baby, Petey.”

“Oh, fuck, Jess,” he gasped, a little breathy chuckle in it. He swelled hard under her fingers and she could grip it now, stroke it.

“But he is going to fuck me again. You just have to face it. Soon. When the boys are out and we’re all alone, he’s going to fuck me. Are you ready for that?” Her hand was steadily jerking his short penis, her fist working under the front of his underwear.

“Y-yes, Jess.”

“You want that, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“Look at me,” she said.

He rolled over to her, lay on his back as she looked down at him, her hand still moving around inside his underwear. She dipped her lips to his, and she kissed him. He surged in her hand and he was suddenly slippery. Her hand squirmed over his little tip and he gasped in her mouth.

“Let me get his little coat on for you,” she said. She slipped her hand out, leaned across him, and opened the drawer of the nightstand.

“Oh, Jess,” Pete said, his hands finding her body and sliding over her, “you’re naked.” His hands felt good going over her, his warm familiar hands that had touched her thousands of times.

“Get your pants off,” she whispered as she tore open a foil condom square.

Pete pushed the bedsheets away, and he slipped his briefs down his legs and lay back naked for her. She pinched the tip of the condom and rolled it down, let it go and waited.

“What’s that?” he said, his hand feeling his erection.

“What’s what?”

She watched him pull on the condom and it slid right off.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Pete. That’s one of Tyler’s condoms. I have some in there, just in case,” she laughed. She had another condom in her hand and she was opening it. “He needs special condoms for that beautiful man-cock he has,” she said.

Pete chuckled again. He was fiddling with the condom over his penis, rolling it out to see how long it was. “You really love that thing, huh?”

She gripped the base of his penis with one hand and held Tyler’s XL condom out for Pete so they could both see the difference. “Yeah, Pete, it’s amazing.”

“Not too big?” he said, looking up at her as she tossed the other condom out of the way.

“No, not at all. Here’s your little condom,” she said, and she slipped it on him with her fingers.

She straddled him, then put her hands on his cheeks and she kissed him again, her hair falling across his face. He kissed her back passionately, his hands coming up and squeezing her shoulders. She bit his lip, broke away from him, said, “I love your dick, Pete.”

“But his is better.”

“Yes. But I love you and I love your little dick.”

She shimmied down to his hips and sat back on him, felt his hardness poking between her legs.

“Did you do anything with him before breakfast yesterday?” he asked her.

She felt behind her, gripped his penis and held it up, guided it to her opening. “When I was up in his room?”

“Yeah.”

She pushed her hips down on it, felt it part her and sink inside her. Pete moaned, and she smiled at him. “I just sucked him off real quick,” she said.

“Jess.”

“He came in my mouth,” she said, grinding her hips in contracted circles on him.

“Did you do something?” Pete said, his hands sliding up her sides to cup her breasts.

“No, Petey, I was asking him if it would feel funny to have meals with us.”

“Tell me you sucked him.”

She bit her lip, her grinding getting faster, gasped, “I did. Just before breakfast. I thought I could sneak a few minutes… Ah, while your back was turned.”

“You’re so bad, Jess.”

“I know. I’m the worst. I just can’t get enough of that kid.”

“Ah, Jess, tell me you fucked him.”

“He fucked me, Petey. I tried to stop him but he’s too strong, baby,”

“Oh, shit, Jess,” Pete gasped, his hips were straining to push his cock out as far as it would go while she squirmed on it, “did you fight him?”

“I didn’t. He just felt so good, baby. He bent me over the bed, ah, he stuffed a sport sock in my mouth so you couldn’t hear me scream from up here.”

“Did he hurt you?”

“I loved every minute.”

She closed her eyes and tried to picture that. Picture that kid dominating her, taking her against her will. She ground her hips against Pete, his little thing buried in her, her hard button mashed into his pubic bones and she kept an orgasm on edge, thrilled its shining ridges and dared it to come and get her. She thought of Tyler and all the incredibly hot things they’d done and all the things yet to do once they found the time, the privacy. Pete slipped out of her a few times, but she got him back in quickly before she lost her grip on an orgasm. Pete worked her, rubbing his hands across her slim sides, running them over her rump and sliding his fingers down underneath to tease where he was entering her.

“I’m going to make you suffer,” she whispered to him. She fell forward over him, holding herself over his face, her hair whipping forward and thrashing him.

“Do it,” he said, and squeezed her thighs. She could feel how incredibly hard he was inside her.

“You sure you want me to?”

“I want you to be as bad as you want to be, Jess.”

She slipped off him and gasped, “Oh, Pete, you have me so close,” and spun herself around and backed her hot sex over Pete’s mouth. “God, Pete, please,” she pleaded, and he went after her, wanting to please her. His tongue worked through her, penetrating and teasing, mashing against her swollen clit, then back to teasing. She closed her eyes as hard as she could and thought about Tyler. She worked against Pete, tilting and swivelling, wanting so badly to be pushed over the lip, to have that sweet swell raise her up and make her cry out. She could feel it coming, building, and Pete worked her harder, his hands squeezing her legs, his thumbs digging high into her sensitive inner thighs. She buckled, her head whipped forward. “Oh, Pete,” she warned him. It was huge. She trembled as she came, squeezed her thighs together, clutching Pete’s poor balding head tightly, crushing his face into her sex, freezing him from tickling her out of it and ruining it. She croaked and squeezed, arched her back as she felt the incredible wave wash over her. Finally she let her head fall, her forehead rest on his soft, clammy belly. She felt her thighs quivering as she released him, let him breathe again.

“Wow,” she whispered.

His cock was bobbing with his heartbeat, aching to be touched right in front of her. She ran a finger down it and it flexed. She took his rock-hard penis, barely longer than her fist, and stroked it with two fingers and a thumb. His arms circled her waist, and he hugged her hips closer to his chest. She was going to make him suffer. She hated how it aroused her, but she couldn’t deny it. Tyler was sleeping in a twin bed just past her door and she could torture Pete with that stud. She’d enjoy every minute. The sordid pleasure as a young, hung stud made her come, and then the dirty secret thrill of knowing her sweet husband was dying inside, watching her get something he could never give her.

Pete let out a long low moan, and his hips thrust his penis through her circled grip. She squeezed it tighter, stroked him faster, and watched the tip of his little condom fill up with his milky seed.