Stories Of Paper: Unwritten Love

Chapter Nine- Pete

Chapter Nine

Pete

“I can't believe you brought me here!” Says Katie as she hops out of the car. She was so excited, she didn't even wait for me to open her door for her. She grabs my hand pulling me inside. I'm shocked that she is so elated with this. Walking into The Hatchet Shak. Booths are set up for groups, wood lined walls with targets hanging on them. Instructors walking around checking on the throwers, explaining the rules and proper technique. We check in and are escorted to our booth. The instructor goes over the guidelines and places a bucket of hatchets down next to the small table in our section. We both grab one at the same time. Someone is excited. As if it wasn't written all over her face since the moment we got here. Seeing her this happy is all I ever wanted.

“Ladies first.” I say, holding my hatchet towards the floor. Watching her stand there bending her knees faking a swing trying to line up her shot. One, two, three, releasing the hatchet. Bam. Hitting dead center on the target. I've been hoodwinked, hoodwinked I tell you. This girl surprises me more and more every day.

“Yea!” I scream out so proud of my girl. She turns around, runs up to me, grabs my face, pulling me in, her lips crash on mine. She starts slowly, parting my lips slightly, her tongue caresses mine. Letting her to do the exploring, allowing her to take her fill. When she pulls away, I have no words. Taken back from her public display. The way she claimed me.

She whispers in my ear “It’s your turn.”

Clearing my throat “Yea my turn.” Stepping up to the line, angling my hatchet. Letting it go, flying to the target. Sticking right next to Katie’s. I spin around with enthusiasm. Met with Katie’s hand over her mouth, brows pulled together. I turned around to see what was wrong. My hatchet had fallen to the floor. Now Katie has her hands on her forehead, probably trying her best not to laugh in my face.

Being the good sport I am, I challenged her to a duel, first one to get ten bulls eyes that stick will get to choose where we go next. Over the next hour we have been neck and neck. The game got so intense, with Katie pulling the win by one point. She rubbed it in my face of course. I bowed at her feet, which made her laugh and push me over.

That explains the reason why we are headed back to her place. I wanted to take us to get some ice cream, maybe take a stroll. But she insisted that since it was her choice, it was a perfect opportunity to get me hooked on Sons of Anarchy. We even made a pit stop at the grocery store. She made her way through the store informing me of the best snacks to have and the reasons why those choices are important as we filled our cart.

We pulled up at her apartment complex. She leads the way to her door, pushing it open she allows me to go first. It's quaint, very modern, minimalist even. The walls are a teal with white accents, voluptuous gray couch with white throw pillows in the center. A soft purple blanket layed over the headrest. I walk around looking at her photos on the walls. One I can clearly make out is her with her parents. Her father looks very regal in his blues. Her mother has the same glimmer in her eyes as Katie does.

From the kitchen I assume Katie calls out.

“Would you like a drink? I was going to have a glass of wine.”

“Wine would be great.” Continuing to peruse around. I expected something different. I don't know what exactly, but maybe a little more eclectic.

Katie walks in with two glasses of wine in her hands. She hands one to me. I take a sip. She sets hers down on the coffee table, grabbing the snacks. I help her organize them. What a beautiful spread of junk in front of us. She flips on the TV, so I take a seat on the couch. “I’m going to change into something more comfortable.” Katie says as she walks into her room. I take the opportunity to use the restroom.

Making myself comfortable again on the couch, the bedroom door opens. Katie exits the bedroom in OMG. These very small, very tight purple shorts that outline every curve, and a white tank top that is skin tight, with no bra. I can clearly see the outline of her n*****s. I can feel my length stiffen. This woman is going to destroy me. She plays with a strand of her hair. “Are you ready for the show?” She says as she takes a seat next to me on the couch.

Do

Not

Look.

I tell myself, I can feel her body pressed against my side. How on earth am I going to be able to concentrate now? “Yea, let's see what it's all about.” I squeak out. She snuggles into my side and flips on the show. Her breasts are laying against my arm. She reaches her hand over to my thigh, lightly stroking her fingers. Need to explore her growing exponentially among other things.

Hold

Firm.

I pull the blanket from behind us, draping it over. Trying anything to hide how badly she is turning me on. She starts to almost grunt. Assuming that could possibly be a reaction to the show. I have missed the entire thing at this point. I look over at her to see what she is grunting at. Glass of wine in her hand, staring straight at the screen. She has the most descriptive facial expressions. She looks over at me, probably feeling me staring at her. Now I feel like a weirdo.

She sets her glass down. Pushes me back so I'm laying flat on my back. She lays down on top of me. My hands grip her waist. Lightly rubbing my beard she leans in and kisses me. Forcing her way into my mouth. Gripping each other, devouring her lips. She rocks against me. She tangles her hands in my hair, gently pulling. Her pelvis grinding on my erection. Breaking our connection I start kissing the crook of her neck. A moan escaped her lips. Reaching up her ribs rubbing around her breast line, I nibble on her neck. She groans into my ear.

She sits up on my lap, straddling me. I feel her heat on my very erect c**k. She starts to rock while rubbing my chest. If this keeps up I'm going to come undone in my pants.

So hot with her n*****s hard, ready. I can feel the pressure building in my groin. I grab her hips, stopping her from rocking. “Is this ok?” She says while she runs her hands over my arms.

“If you keep that up I might not be able to control myself. Is that what you want Katie?” She moves her hands to my shirt, slipping it up my stomach. Rubbing her hands over my abs, lust building with every stroke. She starts pushing farther, unable to take it off because I'm laying on it. I helped her pull it the rest of the way off. She leans down kissing, lapping, nibbling on my neck.

That does it, I can't contain myself any longer. I pull the straps of her tank top down revealing her breasts. I don't know how I could get any harder but I feel my c**k throb, growing another inch. They are the perfect size, a little more than a handful. I cup one of them, grazing my thumb over her n****e. A hiss escapes her throat. I sit up positioning her on my lap with my back against the couch. I take her other n****e into my mouth. She leans into me “More” she says. I suck the other one into my mouth, she starts to grind against me.

Pulling my head into her chest. I rub her back, her hair dances over my fingers. I grab a handful of her hair, gently pulling. She throws her head back and arching her chest into me. I need to taste her, feel her every curve.

I grab her, lifting both of us off the couch. Carrying her to the bedroom. She continues to rub herself all over me as I walk. I lay her down on the bed, I stand there for a moment reveling in the fact that she is half naked, staring at me with those big brown eyes, waiting for me. She’s looking like an angel, with no shame. I undo my belt, dropping my pants to the ground. Standing in my boxers, she lifts off the bed disposing her shorts to the floor, tank top still wrapped around her middle. She wasn't wearing underwear? She knew what she was doing with this one. I'll have to punish her for this. “Lay back.” I demand. She does what she is told. I crawl up on the bed hovering over her. My breath catches in my throat. I push a rogue strand of hair behind her ear.

She runs her hands along my chest. Grazing my n****e. Provoking a groan from my throat. She continues stroking, while rubbing her leg on the inside of my thigh, inching closer to my erection. I lightly press kisses over her throat, down her chest, to the swell of her breasts, swipe my tongue along her swollen pebble. She digs her nails in my back, lifting her chest into my face.

My hands travel down her side, splaying my hand on her stomach right above her mound. Feather light strokes with my pinkie have her squirming, bucking her hips. She reaches for my c**k. I grab her hand and pin it against the mattress. She's needy, desperate, right where I want her to be.

Swiping my finger along her slit, wet, so wet. Ready for me. Placing my thumb on her c**t. "Ohh God!" She screams. Rubbing circles over her nub, she moves her hips. I grab her hips to stop her. She groans in displeasure. Keeping one hand on her hip, stilling her body. Spread her with the other hand. Opening her legs for me, inviting me in. I slipped two fingers inside her, "Yes!" She says as I swirl them. Plunging deep, swirl, pull back. Plunge, swirl, pull. She's tensing around my hand. I swipe my tongue through her slit. "Pete!" My name falling past her lips, so hot, so needy. I suck her nub in my mouth. Rolling my tongue in circles around it. Pumping her again and again. She grabs my hair pulling, Tugging, digging her nails into my scalp. She's right there. Continuing to suck and nibble at her c**t. I plunge my fingers deep, reaching her spot, I hold steady, rub the spot back and forth. "f**k, Pete! Yes, right there. Don't stop." Keeping pace, she opens her legs wider, p***y clenching around my hand. "I'm … I'm coming!" She exclaims while she comes so hard. Riding my face, with every last pulse.

Pulling out of her, I dispose of my briefs. Kneeling in front of her. I grab my c**k at the base, pulling up, a bead of precum forming on the head. She sits up to her knees, she meets my mouth with hers. exploring her mouth, her taste is addicting. She grabs my c**k, massaging the tip. I moan into her mouth. She grabs, pulling, rubbing. I feel my stomach bottom out. I can't come in her hand. She feels me tensing, she bends forward. Holding me with one hand while the other massages my balls. I growl in pleasure. She licks the tip, swirling her tongue. She plunges me into her mouth taking me all the way in. I gasp, my breathing labored. I can feel my orgasm building as she pulls me in and out.

Grabbing the base again, her pace bringing me to the edge. Using her hand and mouth in unison, following up with pressure in that spot right behind my sack. My undoing.

“Babe, I’m right there. Take me in.” My voice is all raspy. She sucks me all the way in, swallowing against my length. My orgasm builds in my spine. One pump, swallow, two pumps. I black out. The most euphoric pleasure consumes me. “Katie!” I call out as my hot liquid explodes into her. She takes me all the way in, consuming all of me. I ride out the aftershocks of pleasure. We both collapse on the bed.

I pull her in close, she folds into me. That was the most intense orgasm I have ever had in my life. Our bodies slated. I whisper out. “Do you mind if I stay here tonight?”

“Sounds perfect to me.” She says as she pulls the covers over us. Holding her in my arms, we drift to sleep.