Vegas's POV
"You have planned this since the beginning, haven't you?" Pete frowned as we enter the room. "Don't you get over things?"
"Not until I'm completely satisfied with the outcome." I backed Pete against the room entrance wall, devouring his lips before he could scold me again.
"Wait!" Pete took our lips apart abruptly.
"What? Don't break the mood, Pete."
"I don't like that smoke sensor red light flashing inside the vent. Can we really believe what Sanya said? What if we're being filmed?"
"Are you paranoid? I didn't give our names on the reservation. Unless he is taping every room of this hotel..."
I went back to kissing his mouth and neck with vigor, while my hands took off his suit and unzipped his pants in a hurry.
"...Still..."
"Argh...Pete!" I lowered my head in frustration. Pete's pouting face without realizing it won me over. "Okay." I looked around the room and grabbed anything, climbed on a chair and blocked the ventilation.
"Much better." Pete was relieved.
I quickly climbed down from the chair, taking off my suit, walking towards Pete who had remained leaning against the wall, wearing only his dark red velvet vest and shiny necklace. Pete trying to tug at the hem of his vest to unsuccessfully hide his core stoked my libido to the maximum.
"Don't you know that the more shy you get, the more I want to devour you, Pete? I'm feeling like a hungry lion."
I didn't give Pete time to protest. I took his lips to mine and lifted him holding his soft buttocks. Pete wrapped his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist.
"You are always hungry like this, Vegas" Pete whispered in my ear as I was licking and kissing his neck.
"Being apart from you for four days every week is way too long. I can barely take it." I replied between kisses.
"I read somewhere that longing is good for a relationship."
"Not for me! It makes me crave for you even more."
"Thinking again, you're right! No...longing is not good! You destroy me every time. Let me go back to the minor family house, please!!"
"I can think about it if you beg in an irresistible way." I tease him.
"Asshole...where are you taking me, Vegas?
"Can't you guess?" I hold Pete's body against the closet door and rip off his vest. I hold him with both hands again. The closet's door opens.
"No no no! Not inside the closet! We've done this at home."
"It's not the same. You got inside this closet with Arm that night. I wanna do this right here."
"Don't be childish! Arm and I got stuck inside this closet! And we were hiding. Not doing what you want to do in there. There's no room! If we go inside, we won't be able to get out. No way! Can't we do this in bed like any normal couple?"
"Do you want vanilla sex?! So...convince me." It's so fun teasing Pete.
"Really?" Pete sighed "Why should I?"
"It's up to you." I tried to push Pete into the closet.
"Stop it! Stop it! You're such a maniac sometimes...or most of the time!"
"If you don't want to do what I want, do something that pleases me."
"Fine!" Pete frowns. "Then go to the couch."
I sit on the couch with my arms outstretched, leaning against its back.
"So...?"
Pete looks undecided and hesitant.
"Don't rush me."
"Okay" I'm enjoying this.
Pete approaches the couch slowly. He kneels on the floor, between my legs... his torso straight. As I could imagine, without even doing anything, his face is already red with embarrassment. I don't think that will ever change. I hope it doesn't. It makes me horny.
"Vegas...don't move!"
Pete leans over me. He leaves a soft kiss on my lips. Then another on my neck...on my collarbone...his soft, wet lips move down my chest as he slowly unbuttons my infamous black see-through shirt.
As Pete unbuttons the black shirt sewn by Satan and unzip my pants, kissing and licking the bulging muscles of my abs down to my core, I notice the perfect contrast of his slender naked body and his shiny necklace. I immediately think of a beautiful angel who is doing something very unholy to a demon like me. My thoughts go wild. I feel a good amount of blood flow to my center. "Ah...Pete...Ah" I get huge inside his mouth.
How I miss his hot mouth. Pete makes a facial expression as if he's savoring the most delicious delicacy in the world. But he doesn't dare look at me. He keeps his eyes closed. And I keep staring at his beautiful face, except when the sensation is so strong that my head is unconsciously thrown back. He starts sucking harder. Oh so profane! I'm reaching my limit.
"Pete..." I hold his hair to make him stop.
"...why?" He looks at me, startled.
I lift Pete again by his buttocks. He's so light. I kiss him deeply until we reach the bed.
"Congratulations, you convinced me." I say panting. "Let's have vanilla sex...I want to come inside you."
I laid Pete on his back on the huge bed. I quickly caught a surprise on the bedside table.
"What is it?" Pete looks at me, curious.
CLICK, CLICK
"Vanilla sex." I cuff Pete's wrists to the headboard.
"WHAT? How using handcuffs is vanilla sex?" Pete pulls his wrists to no avail.
"This Satan has trapped this sweet angel in bed so that he can no longer return to the kingdom of heaven." I lift his knees up high "Instead, you will stay here with me until I completely consume you in my flames." I smile maliciously at him.
"Ha! You're so poetic. Now let me go! You tricked me!"
"Isn't that what Satan does?" I know he wants this as much as I do.
"Vegas, wait! Ah...ah...!"
I lean my face closer to Pete's, getting deeper into him. He knows I never let him go. But he doesn't give up asking every time.
"It's been so long...you look so much tighter...ah...ugh...ah..."
"...four days...ah...ah...it's not long...ah..."
"It is for me." I kiss him while increasing my pace.
Barely able to speak, Pete whispers. "In fact...it's a long time for me too. I can't stand it anymore...
"What, Pete...?"
"...being apart."
I caress his face and kiss him passionately.
Every time stubborn Pete confesses, he lights my flame.
I put Pete's legs over my shoulders and slam him hard.
"Ah...Vegas...you will break my spine..."
His sexy sweetness contrasts with my hot lasciviousness. This heavenly and devilish blend arouses me to the point of turning me into a beast. And Pete is my prey.
Once... twice...possessing Pete is never enough.
I kiss his forehead and remove the handcuffs that mark his wrists.
Our bodies, sweaty and stained by our carnal conjunction, need to be purified in holy water.
"Not even two hours have passed and you're already tired?" I pick Pete up and carry him to the shower.
"Do you still have the courage to ask me that?"
"No, don't take your necklace off".
"Why? It will get wet."
"It doesn't matter! Keep it like this for a little while."
Pete narrows his gaze at me suspiciously.
"You gotta be kidding me, Vegas."
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Pet's POV
I have to remember myself never to wear this shiny necklace again.
I don't know why a jewel had such an aphrodisiac effect in Vegas. With a devilish smile on his face, Vegas didn't let me rest inside the bathtub that is in the middle of the room. He made me bend over, placing my hands on the glass wall surrounding the tub. I knew it would be the end of me. Even so...
This man doesn't know the word "no".
"Pete, are you going to leave me alone in the shower?"
Of course I will.
"Finish taking your shower alone. I'm fine like this." Do you think I'm stupid?
"KNOCK, KNOCK"
"Have you called room service, Vegas?"
"What? I can't hear you."
I fasten my robe tight and head for the door.
"Room service, sir"
Looks like it's food...yay! I'm starving. I need to replenish all the energy Vegas has drained from my body.
"KNOCK, KNOCK" Another cart arrives in the next room.
As I'm tipping the servant, I hear a familiar voice. Automatically, I turn my face to try to see who it is.
"Arm?"
"Pete?"
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