Days passed and due to my busy schedule, I couldn't spare time to go see Peter and it kept me up all night. I couldn't stop thinking of that day in the smithy and what had escalated.
Then a fortnight before Bosco's official engagement, I was sent to go and retrieve some other swords and armour for him for the display part of the ceremony and I found that the smithy was closed.
“ This is new.” I whispered to particularly no one and then I walked around to Peter's house, which I’d been prone to visit after-hours on some days when I had nothing else to attend to or when Bosco was still out partying somewhere.
I raised my fists and pounded gently on his door, I was both worried and surprised because I would always find Peter working, and after a few tries at knocking, he opened the door and I was heartbroken at what I saw. Peter's eyes were puffy and red while he dubbed his nose with a handkerchief sniffing. He was crying.
“ Oh dear Lord! What's wrong Peter?” I immediately held his hand as he led me into his cozy one bedroomed house. I closed the door behind us and I sat on the now familiar couch. I was so busy I'd taken two weeks without seeing Peter. Seeing him so broken without his smile made my heart sink and his sadness became my own at that moment.
“ My mother died and I'd just gotten back from her burial two days ago” tears poured down his face and his red messy curls stood up. His face was now showing a five o'clock shadow. I reached out and hugged him as he melted into my embrace. His head rested on my chest and I felt him tremble as he shed more drops of sadness. My own eyes began to let out silent tears. I knew how much he loved his mother and he'd often write to her about me. She would send me treats and I was so sad that I didn't even get to bury her.
“ I'm so sorry love, I wasn't even there for you” I held him even tighter, wishing that I'd take his pain away but I could only rock him while he broke down in grief. My heart was truly broken on his behalf. We stayed like that for Lord knows how long until he rose up and began wiping his eyes. He was always brave and wouldn't even shed a single tear so seeing him like this gave me an idea. I stood up and told him that I would be back.
I was supposed to have a week to myself and the sudden preparations stole my one week vacation so I visited my uncle and requested that I take my vacation from today.
“ Uncle, can I take my one week vacation starting today?” I kindly requested and prayed that he'd say yes this time, “ Er, of course Clive,” my ears tingled with excitement on hearing this,
“ Go on and have fun, you deserve it.” He concluded and went on to check on the winery.
Fortunately almost everything was done with so the mayor accepted too when my uncle told him of my request to Bosco’s dismay since he'd call me to his room everyday to either send me somewhere or do something for him while his predatory gaze bore holes in my body..it was both relief and joy. I was going to spend a week with Peter just like I had intended too in the first place.
I packed light and off I went trekking through the woods and up the hill. I refused to let myself rest or take a break untill I knocked on Peter's door. He was surprised to see me without my butler uniform during day.
“ Surprise!” Peter was confused at what was happening at that moment,
“ Are you going somewhere?” I could see his eyes were full of disappointment and hurt, and something deep that suggested I should go with him wherever I was going. He thought he was going to lose me too,
“ No silly, I've come to stay with you for a week.” His eyes lit up at the thought of us being together even if it was for a week and he smiled along with his red rimmed eyes. He immediately swooped me up and twirled me around in his big arms. The big guy was really happy and I felt good for making him light up again for a moment.
He closed up the smithy since everyone knew that he had lost his mother. He finally put me down and hugged me so tight. I could smell him and his warm body which compelled my naughty part of the brain to awaken my cock. Talk about bad timing but it was time.
I felt that it was time to give myself to him. I had had sex with the boys who I'd found out where using me for practice and it felt wrong and unenjoyable. I'd told Peter about it since we'd shared a lot of stuff about ourselves,
“ Give me their names and I'll deal with them.” He was really angry on my behalf and I considered myself lucky to have such a sweet person in my life.
He never pushed me for sex even before I'd told him my slutty story. He avoided bringing up sex talk because he thought he'd bring up those bad memories for me which made me fall for him more than I'd already did.
He finally let go of me and I held his hand while leading him to his bedroom.
“ Are you sure?” He asked with genuine concern and I nodded with confidence. “ Yes, I am and I wouldn't want it any other way” I saw embers sparkle with life in his eyes as he followed me.
We closed the door behind us after entering. Peter was standing near the bed and I began undressing myself before him. He had never seen me naked and this was the first so he didn't move or blink as his eyes followed me, maybe thinking that I might change my mind but I was determined to make us official by sealing it with sex. I was not changing it anytime soon.
Average weight, mildly hairy with a head full of straight black hair, I had no abs or assets to make me stand up except my smile and hopes that I would find someone to love me for me.
He was still hesitant and looking at me with sad eyes, so I approached him and tiptoed to kiss him.
“ Clive, please don't do this because of what has happened” his words were labored as he held back his desires by a thin film, the veil to unlocking the beast within him was waning,
“ No Peter, this is for me too” I assured him and then his pants were fighting to hold back his huge cock which told me that his resistance was futile. His chest was rising and falling at a fast rate beneath my touch. My hand continued down his abs until my hand just slipped into his pants that had no underwear, just to show him that I was ready for him to take me.
The band of his pants gave way to my hand and my fingers finally grazed the tender skin of his veiny shaft. There was an audible sharpness as he took in a huge breath at my touch, I could feel his cock bounce with want and my hand wrapped around his cock. The beast was unleashed at that moment and he rammed his lips on mine hard that I wasn't taken back. I didn't let go of his cock as I moaned but it was muffled by his hunger-filled growls. My hand was now wet with precum that leaked in huge amounts and I began stroking him from within, sliding down my hand the more I moved up and down along his shaft.
My enclosed hand around his huge shaft made his growls grow hungrier. I began stroking at a faster pace and his hips began matching my hand movements. The more we went on with our mouths exploring each other, the higher the intensity grew.
He broke the kiss by holding me at a distance, we had grown breathless the both of us and he went on and undid his pants leaving me and his cock exposed. He removed his shirt which he wanted to tear off but I helped him out of it instead. His eyes had gone from puppy-like to alpha wolf which made my own hunger manifest. He turned me around and proceeded to his bed.
“ Get on your back” Peter's command made my heart to swell with love and respect that I found myself on my back with my legs far apart and arse exposed to the cold breeze that escaped through the windows.
The cold breeze was immediately replaced by Peter's heat as his lips kissed the inside of my thighs. My whole body trembled with utmost pleasure, his teeth took a bite leaving my skin raw and with marks. I used the back of my hand to cover my mouth as unusual sounds threatened to escape my open mouth.
This alpha was marking his mate and by the time he reached the line that connected my balls to my arse, I was swallowed up by euphoria and my cock was also leaking to the point that I couldn't feel anything else but pleasure. I had never had a man take his time to make me feel this way. I was supposed to be showing him a good time but he was doing all the work. I was too immersed in this sea of goodness that I couldn't speak except moan and hope that this would never end.
I felt something wet and warm fall unto the outside of my man hole, as my eyes were closed in total concentration. It was the brushing of Peter's tongue at my door entrance and another wave of unexpected delight blackened my vision. A huge unnatural moan that was between calling out Peter's name and a cry of surprise, spread through the room. My hands grabbed a handful of the sheets beneath me as my lower body jerked upwards for more. I didn't care if anyone heard me because I wanted the world to know that this man knew what he was doing but because we were at the top of a hill in the woods, it was impossible or so I thought. We were never alone.
His tongue was circling my grooves around the hole, he used his tongue in different ways that I couldn't keep count. I could feel his tongue force itself inside me, or have it move just anywhere that would make me moan. Eventually he stopped, stood up and reached inside the drawer of his bedside. He felt I was ready for the main penetration. He brought out a jar of vanilla oil, its scent hit me hard and I remembered smelling the same scent on Peter one day and I thought it was a new fragrance he'd gotten from the apothecary.
He poured some on his throbbing cock and some on his fingers. He looked down at me as he parted my legs once again. I had put them together when he stood up and I was flushed at the feeling of his fingers surveying me. I felt a finger penetrate me as he intended to put some oil. His finger was huge and I never wanted it to leave as he began moving it in and out of me. My back would move to suck his finger in as he moved it out. My whole body wanted something of his inside me to feel at ease and I knew Peter felt it too when he took out the fingers and placed his huge body before my very own.
He placed his tip outside my arse and he began pushing it in. There was hardly any resistance since he'd done enough preparations on my arse so his head popped in along with his thick shaft. I could feel my walls hugging his cock and he sucked in his breath at the warmth that encapsulated his size. All seven inches( I estimated) went in me slowly by slowly. Half way he looked at me,I had closed my eyes to feel him enter,
“ Are you okay, love?” I slowly opened my eyes and I saw him concerned which made my happy,
“ mmm hmm, yeah continue” I nodded along with my answer and he pushed further until every last inch was embedded safe and sound.
He bent down with his huge frame, inches above my body, placing both hands either side of my average weight, his arms were muscular as ever. He didn't waste any time in moving, he was gentle at first when he moved out and pushed right back in until his hairy groin connected with my exposed arse, I could feel his bush brush against my mildly hair parts.
Pulling out again, he slid back in to let my body appreciate his member finally entering me and with each thrust, I could feel him inches closer to hitting that sweet spot. He was hunting for that spot. He continued on like that while enjoying the view of me from up. I held unto his arms for support as he pounded me with his full weight. I looked up and saw that he forehead was coated with tiny beads of sweet. He then grabbed my legs and he began meaning business. He had decided to promote me to harder stages of pounding as he began pushing on me with force. Moans higher than before began escaping my mouth in reply to his powerful pushes. It was like my body took over and began answering his growls and power. Yet again I grabbed fist full of bed sheets as the pleasure increased. His stamina was not wavering. He brought my leg to his mouth and kissed it passionately without ceasing his movements against my arse. I looked once more up and saw his eyes closed while kissing my leg and fucking me hard.
He dropped my legs and decided to bend down until his huge frame was on mine. His lips found mine and he kissed me vigorously. The grabbed my thighs spreading them further apart and he was practically on top of me. I had my back slightly raised up and the thrusts continued while becoming more volatile. My arse was split apart in a good way and he entered me with more ease. His hips and legs were moving mercilessly.
“ You are literally sucking me in” he whispered in my ear which he nibbbled on while fucking me. His groin was now slapping my very arse just as his huge ball sac followed suit.
“ Yeah… I thought I wasn't — doing— nghhh— a great— ahh— JOB” I tried to reply until he hit my prostate, my very balls gave up the juices I'd wanted to hold back as I felt myself releasing between my body and his. It was like he'd forced my body to let go and let him take control.
“ That's it, show me what you can do” he was pleased with what he'd done to me and I was speechless. I could only hum and moan.
He stood up and pulled out his cock. “ Turn around” he commanded me but I was weak from what he'd done to me. He helped me turn around and my arse was up. While my face was against the messy silky sheets on the bed, I felt my legs being pulled apart making my arse open for him to enter from behind. Once again I felt that familiar rod of his make its way into my canal sending echoes of unadulterated goodness bouncing through my body. His rough hands grabbed me by the hips as he started moving with energy. The clapping sound of skin on skin coursed through the entire room along with my intimate sounds and his growls. His pace was increasing each moment,
“ How— ab–about now?” between each breath, he'd speak out and I would just nod or moan back.
“ FUCCK” a word escaped my lips as he'd hit a certain sweet spot inside of me, it was new and I liked it, I wanted to tell him to hit it once more but I didn't need too, he had hit it once again completely cutting of my thoughts from my body and I arched my back up supporting my raised head.
He pulled me by the waist until my back was against his chest and he caressed my neck while whispering more words of sweetness. I couldn't hold it back, his repeated knocking on my sweet spot caused me to release thick ropes of hot cum from my hard throbbing cock that had gotten hard again somewhere between Peter hitting my sweet spot and me zoning out, it spilled all over his bed. I shivered with every out flow which seemed endless until I was done. Peter didn't let me go as he wrapped his hand around my chest and continued pumping inside me. I also put my hands on his arm for support as I was being jerked forward every time he entered me.
“ I'M GOING TO CUM” he shouted, I was going to feel his cum for the first time in forever which I had dreamt of for quite sometime. I felt him clench his teeth until something hot and fluid began coating my insides. He continued sliding in and out until every last drop was delivered. As if he was holding his breath all along, he let out a huge sigh of relief, covering the skin of my back neck. He let go of me. Peter gave up and fell into my back and since I was so tired and weak, I felt his huge weight weighing me down with his neck dropped over my shoulder, until I dropped onto the bed with him still on top of me. He continued resting his head between my neck and shoulder. I felt his breath flicker my skin with love and assurance as He found my fingers and laced them between his own. We stayed like that for quite some time then we got up and began cleaning ourselves.
The next seven days were full of passionate sex and romance. As the days grew closer to an end, I felt bad that I would be seeing Peter once in a while but I was glad that he was doing somehow better than last time.
On the last day we sat on his sofa, I was sitting between his legs as with my back on his chest,
“ Your boss loves you but in a predatory way?” Peter asked after I told him what Bosco had done the day he tried to kiss me, “ I'm serious Peter, those eyes scare me” I shuddered thinking of those cold brown eyes Bosco had and I felt warm arms embrace me in comfort,
“ I know honey, I can make his sword break during battle?” there he went again teasing after kissing my head,
“ PETER DON'T!” I gasped thinking of what Bosco might do if he found out Peter had rigged his sword. “ Okay okay” he laughed at my seriousness and I couldn't help but laugh along with him.
“ I hate love triangles” I slumped in his warm hug once again,
“ You mean Un-love triangle.” Peter suggested and this time I laughed, “ that's not a thing” I said but he cut me off,
“ Of course it is,” he argued, "I loved how he'd gradually begun getting better after the burial. We'd gone and scattered the ashes of his mother in the river and he would often wake up crying but he'd gotten better now.
“ Un-love because we all know I won you over” which was true although the name did sound weird and funny.
“ Yes, you did win me over and I'm really glad you did” I turned and laid my head on his chest while I drifted off to sleep feeling safe and wanted.
To be continued.....
