I can't help but laugh as his fingers tear my shirt apart. Shifting my hand, I wrap it around him and give him a squeeze. He's as hard as I am, and it makes me purr. I've finally got the arrogant son of a bitch right where I want him.
"I'm going to make you scream my name, Peter." I whisper as I suck his earlobe into my mouth and clamp my teeth down on it.
I wince at the pain, loving and hating it. His rough fingers on my sensitive cock. It's all driving me crazy. I'm growling like a feral animal as my hips rock against his hand.
This wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't wearing a shit-eating grin and didn't sound so self-satisfied. I bend down, biting his shoulder as hard as I can, lapping at the blood. "I will not scream your name asshole!"
"I think you'll do anything I want, Peter." I nibble along his chin, sharp little bites, as I found my way back to his mouth. That mouth that I can never resist. I slide my tongue over his teeth, and tighten my grip on him as I stroke.
I can feel his excitement and hate, and take my hand away at just the right moment to make him hiss. I duck my face down and bite one of his nipples, rolling it between my teeth while undoing his jeans and pushing them down.
One last tug with my teeth, and I step back licking the blood from my lips. "I've changed my mind, Peter."
I'm too fucking stunned to say a god-damned word. That fucking asshole, leaving me with my dick hard and hanging out like that. God I want to find the special who's look does kill because I want that fucking power. Kill him dead with one glance after his dick's so hard he can't stand it.
I lean down pulling my fucking pants back up, glaring for all I am worth. I can't walk away without a single word, that's just not me. "Your fucking loss then." I wish I could smile, show him it isn't affecting me but I can't.
"This would be the place that I do the evil laugh." So I do. "Damn but you do have a sweet ass, Petrelli. Go see Mohinder. I'm sure he'll take care of your little problem."
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Date: 2009-09-02 06:14 pm (UTC)From:"I'm going to make you scream my name, Peter." I whisper as I suck his earlobe into my mouth and clamp my teeth down on it.
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Date: 2009-09-02 06:38 pm (UTC)From:This wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't wearing a shit-eating grin and didn't sound so self-satisfied. I bend down, biting his shoulder as hard as I can, lapping at the blood. "I will not scream your name asshole!"
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Date: 2009-09-02 07:13 pm (UTC)From:I can feel his excitement and hate, and take my hand away at just the right moment to make him hiss. I duck my face down and bite one of his nipples, rolling it between my teeth while undoing his jeans and pushing them down.
One last tug with my teeth, and I step back licking the blood from my lips. "I've changed my mind, Peter."
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Date: 2009-09-02 07:35 pm (UTC)From:I lean down pulling my fucking pants back up, glaring for all I am worth. I can't walk away without a single word, that's just not me. "Your fucking loss then." I wish I could smile, show him it isn't affecting me but I can't.
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Date: 2009-09-02 07:38 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2009-09-02 07:44 pm (UTC)From:My problem is none of your concern Fucktard.