Page 110 of Delicious (Delicious #1)
Chapter Three
Pete
I watch with equal parts wonder and excitement as Rodney walks into my room, his eyes taking me in. They darken, and I have to bite my bottom lip to keep the moan that’s threatening to escape. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants which are dangerously low on his hips.
Jesus fucking Christ, does he have any idea how fucking hot he is? I wanna squeeze my thighs together to put some pressure against the ache happening between my legs but that’s when I remember the pizza box on my lap. Rodney is frozen, staring at me, just unabashedly taking me in.
“Come have a slice with me?”
Rodney seems to snap out of his stupor, his eyes meeting mine. He’s hungry but I can tell pizza is the last thing on his mind.
“Fuck, Pete,” Rodney breathes out, running his hands over his face, like he can’t believe what he’s seeing. He takes a step towards me. Then another. As he gets closer, his steps tentative and unsure, a shiver goes through me. “I’ll have a bite, but not of the pizza.”
The comment startles a laugh from me. The air in the room is stifling, yet we’re still just two best friends. There’s an ease to our comments and our movements. Somehow everything has changed while at the same time, everything is exactly the same.
“Alright, bet,” I say with a grin. My stomach is fluttering with anxious anticipation. I want him. I want him more than words can say.
“Would that be okay?”
“Yeah,” I breathe out. With shaky hands, I move the pizza box off of my lap and onto the floor beside the bed. I’m completely naked, exposed for Rodney. There’s a flush running down the center of my chest that crawls over my neck and cheeks.
“Fuck,” Rodney hisses out. The front of his sweatpants are tented and my mouth waters. I’m sick of the anticipation. I fucking want him .
“Yeah, I think that’s the plan,” I say with a smirk, letting my thighs fall open and holding out a hand for him. Rodney stares for a moment longer before he’s scrambling onto the bed. His knee smacks into my inner thigh and I groan in pain.
Rodney lets himself fall against me, slotting himself between my legs. I wrap one of my legs around his waist and both my arms around his back, holding him tight. His skin is scorching hot against my own. I feel my mouth run dry and my heart stutter in my chest. It’s all so fucking much but at the same time, I want so much more.
“Fuck, sorry. I got overexcited,” Rodney says with a giggle that I can’t help but mirror. We’re finally here. It’s been years and years of longing and pining and we’re finally fucking here . I feel like I’m breathing for the very first time. I feel lightheaded from the relief.
“It’s okay,” I say back, grinning up at the man I love. “I’m just glad you’re here.”
“Where else would I be?” Rodney asks, so softly it’s barely audible, his hot breath fanning over my face. I open my mouth to respond but Rodney doesn’t let me, instead dipping down and pressing his lips to mine.
My head goes light and my fingers dig into his back. My body comes alive beneath him. I wrap both my legs around his waist, digging my heel into his ass so he’ll press down against me.
“Fuck,” I gasp out, breaking the kiss. Rodney presses down against me, his cock slotting perfectly against me. I can feel everything through the thin layer of his sweats. He’s so hard and hot, the friction feels so fucking good that I groan in pleasure. “Fuck, Rodney.”
Rodney tilts my head slightly so he can kiss across my jaw. I toss my head back against the pillow, letting him do what he wants, enjoying the attention to my sensitive skin. His hips continue moving, rutting against me until my own cock is stiff and aching, arousal coursing through me. I’m growing embarrassingly wet but I don’t fucking care, too overwhelmed by how good he’s making me feel.
Teeth dig into my throat and a moan escapes me without my permission. My fingers move from gripping Rodney’s shoulders to lock within the strands of his hair. I tug him, directing him where I want him, pushing him lower. I don’t just want Rodney’s mouth on me, I think I might literally need it or else I might combust.
Rodney follows my guidance, moving lower. He leans up on his arms, looking down at me through lidded eyes. He dips his head, kissing the scars on my chest.
“I’ve wanted to kiss these better since you got top surgery,” he confesses softly and my stomach clenches with affection. It would have been impossible not to fall in love with this man and I’m so fucking thankful I finally get to be with him, to show him all the love that’s built up inside of me all these years.
He moves lower, lavishing kisses down the line of my stomach. He buries his nose against the soft curls on my pelvis before finally dipping even lower.
“Fuck,” I gasp out as Rodney licks across my dick. My knees tighten around his ears but that doesn’t seem to faze him. If anything, it spurs him further into action. He wraps his lips around my cock and sucks it gently. I bury my fingers in his hair and keen with pleasure.
“This is okay, right?” Rodney asks, pulling back and looking up at me from his place between my legs, his hands gripping my hips and keeping them open. He curls his legs up in the air, swinging them back and forth. The sight makes me laugh out loud and affection curls around my heart. I love him. I love this man so fucking much .
“Yes,” I tell him with a nod. “Please, keep going. I wanna come on your tongue.”
“Yippee!”
“Oh my god,” I say with a startled giggle, ready to yell at him for being such a dork, but before I can, he’s diving back in. His tongue dips between my folds, moving lower to lick at the source of my wetness. Rodney groans, like the taste of me is turning him on. It feels so good and I ride my hips down, pushing further into his mouth.
His legs are still up in the air but I can tell he’s grinding himself against my bed, so turned on to be allowed to eat me out. The sight leaves me breathless and lightheaded. My arousal grows with every pass of his tongue until I’m right on the edge.
“Please,” I gasp out, gripping his hair even tighter. “I’m so close, Rodney. Please. Suck my cock.”
Rodney moves his mouth back to my cock, taking it into his mouth. He lavishes his tongue back and forth over the hard bud. The wet warmth of his mouth feels so fucking good. God, I’m so close. The pit of my stomach grows heavy and tense, my entire body surging with pleasure. Just a little more.
“Fuck,” I cry out as Rodney sucks my dick once more. The suction is just right and it throws me over the edge, my body tensing and releasing over and over. I can feel myself gushing with slickness against Rodney’s chin but I can’t even care, too overwhelmed with how good that feels mixed with the little breathy noises of pleasure coming from between my legs.
Rodney pulls back but he doesn’t go far, licking me over and over with soft, barely there licks. He cleans me up with his mouth, the greedy man, doing his best to get every last drop.
“Jesus Christ, Rodney.”
Rodney finally pulls away from my groin, sitting back on his heels. The front of his sweatpants are dark with wetness and I’m not sure if it’s from rubbing against me or from his precum. Probably a mixture of both. Fuck, that’s hot.
“Was that okay?”
“Was that--” I shake my head, letting out a little chuckle. “That was fucking amazing. You were so good at that.”
“Enthusiasm over technique,” he says with a grin. “Fuck, you tasted so good, Pete. We are so doing that again. And again. And again .” A shiver goes through me at the intensity of his words.
“Anytime you want,” I tell him, unable to keep the smile off my face. “Now get naked so I can return the favor.”
Rodney scrambles off the bed for a moment, pulling his sweats and boxers down. My mouth waters at the sight of him, completely naked before me. I sit up on my knees, holding out my hands for him. He gets onto the bed and I shove him down, reversing our positions.
“You are gorgeous . The amount of boners I’ve gotten from you walking around our apartment shirtless,” I murmur, more to myself than to him.
“Same,” he says, covering his face with his hands. “After you had top surgery, you stopped wearing a shirt any time you were at home. I couldn’t stop staring.”
“I thought you were being weird about my incisions or the fact that I have no nipples.”
“No. Never.” Rodney’s hands move over my stomach, over my chest, then down my arms so he can lock our fingers together. “I love you,” he says softly. “Every part of you. Every scar. Every decision that led us to right here, right now. You’re perfect, Pete.”
The breath is stolen from me. “I love you too,” I tell him right away, leaning down to kiss him. I adjust myself so I’m straddling Rodney’s lap, his cock fitting perfectly against my own. I’m still so fucking wet that when I move against him, we slide together just right. His cock catches on mine, sending shivers down my spine.
We frot against each other, moaning into each other’s mouths, our hands caressing each other’s skin. This feels like a dream, and I never want to wake up.
“You feel so good,” Rodney says against my lips. “Fuck, Pete.”
“You too,” I breathe out. Leaning back, I scoot until my pelvis is pressed against the base of his cock. Then I take his cock in my hand, stroking him. From this angle, it almost looks like I’m stroking my own cock, like Rodney’s is mine .
A surge of emotion rushes through me, warming me from the pit of my stomach and running outward. Gender euphoria. Fuck. I stare down at the place where our bodies meet, stroking just a little bit faster.
“Pete. You’re gonna make me come,” Rodney says with a groan of pleasure, his head falling back against the pillow. His hands grip my thighs, holding me tight.
My hips do tiny little circles, rubbing my dick against him as I stroke him, my brain still latching onto the sight below us. My body tenses and pleasure pools hotly in my pelvis. The dick in my hand hardens impossibly further and a moment later, I watch as Rodney begins to come.
A broken noise leaves my throat. “Mine,” I growl out as I follow Rodney over the edge, close enough to his release that my brain can pretend it’s my cum pooling against his belly, that it’s my seed marking him.
Rodney’s arms reach up, wrapping around my back and pulling me down against him. We trade kisses but this time they’re much less hurried, a soft exploration of this newfound part of our relationship.
“That was incredible,” Rodney whispers, “I’ve dreamed of this for so long but the reality was so much better.”
“Oh yeah? You’ve thought of this?”
Rodney rolls his eyes. “Like you haven’t.”
“True,” I say with a chuckle. Cum is cooling between our bodies and soon enough, we’ll have to get our asses up and back into the shower, but for now, this is perfect. This is everything I hoped it would be and so much more.
Reaching beside the bed, I grab a slice of pizza that’s now room temperature and take a bite. Normally I wouldn’t allow food in bed but tonight seems special. Rodney starts laughing his ass off and I can’t help but join him. I offer him a bite and he takes it, his eyes alight with affection.
“I love you,” I say again, wanting Rodney to know without a shadow of a doubt.
“Love you too,” he says before stealing the rest of my slice of pizza from me, making both of us dissolve into giggles once more.