p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"As we drive I hold Peters hand, he rubs his thumb across the top of my hand as he drives to who knows where, I look at the time and see its only 1:45, we have two hours until I need to head home, so he better not be driving me home; I'm not done with him yet. I look out the window and see that we are driving to his house, I thought his brother was home, Owens probably asleep but still. When we get to his house I look at Peter to ask "isn't your brother home?" he just smiles and says "yeah, but if your really quiet we can sneak into my room, shut the door and nobody will know" he finishes it off with a wink and gets out of the car. I get out only to feel Peter pick me up, cradling me, I squeal and Peter immediately shushes me. My face turns red at the realization of what I just did "why are you carrying me" I whisper into his ear, he reaches the door, but before he opens it he smirks then explains "sorry to say it Covey but you are clumsy, if I let you walk into my house right now we will never make it to my room without waking my brother" and usually I would slap Peter for making fun of me but all I can think about is getting to his room. He kisses me chastely, opens the door quietly, too quietly, he has done this before, probably every time he snuck over to my house he had to do this, also he has had two girlfriends before me. When we reach his room he sets me down, turns to shut the door locks it and turns back around to me. The look he gives me make my stomach flutter, and as he strides over to me he whispers "god your so fucking sexy" then he is standing in front of me, cradling my face. I'm expecting him to kiss me aggressively, just like our kisses were earlier in the day, but he doesn't, the kiss is tender and sweet he is using his kiss to show me how much he loves me, and I match his kiss pulling him closer to me, wrapping my arms around his neck. He moves a hand to my waist and begins to walk me back to his bed but as we get to the bed he twists me around and falls to the bed pulling me with him, so I am now straddling him, he sits up so we are face to face. I move my hands, one in his hair tugging to encourage him to kiss me harder, and the other is on his shoulder, I gasp as one of his hands moves down my body skimming my ribs and the sides of my stomach until they reach my ass, squeezing my left ass cheek, I love that he was listening to the conversation we had, had, so I decide to grind my hips forward on his lap. Peter grunts, and the sound just encourages me to continue grinding on his lap, his lips have stopped as he adjusts to the new rhythm my hips are making against his, so I move my lips to his neck to kiss and suck along his collarbone. Abruptly Peter grabs me and flips me over, I am now laying on his bed, hair fanned out everywhere. I think he is going to kiss me but instead he whispers "shirt" and his eyes flick down then back up to mine, sitting up I take my shirt off keeping my eyes trained on his and lay back down, as he is about to kiss me I shake my head and reach my hans for the hem of his shirt, Peter grins and takes it off, revealing his toned chest and wonderful abs. We go back to kissing and Peters hands move up to my now shirtless body, sending shivers down my spine, they cup my breasts his thumbs rubbing circling over the dimple in my bra. The pulsating clenching feeling has returned in my stomach and is aching for a release, so I grab Peters belt and begin to undo it, making quick work of the button and zipper, I shove my hand down his boxers for the second time tonight, except this time he feels different, harder than before, and I relish in the thought of me Lara Jean Covey being the reason the Peter Kavinsky is aroused. I start to pump my hand inside his pants but its difficult with his jeans restricting me, he must feel it too because he pulls his lips away from me to remove his jeans and I think emyes I'm finally going to see all of Peter /embut he stops at the jeans, leaving his boxers on, I pout, but soon forget what I was pouting about when I see the muscular v that extends into his boxers along with a trail of hair, my eyes follow the trail down until it disappears into his boxers. When he is hovering over me, he kisses my lips, then my chin, my neck, my collar bone then down to my chest, I moan when he nips my breast and starts to suck, I remove my bra to allow him to continue on my entire breast. When he sits up slightly to look at my breasts, I have to fight the urge to cover myself up, I can feel my entire body blush under his gaze, but I can't resist not touching him anymore so I put my arms around his neck and pull him down to kiss me, his hands cupping and squeezing my breasts. When he takes my nipple in between his fingers and twists, the sensation is amazing, the slight pain shoots straight down to my vagina and it begins to pulsate, my heart beat is quick and I can feel it in the pulsation. Peters lips move to one breast while his fingers work on the other, I can hear the small gasps and moans that escape my mouth as he kisses and bites me, pulling my perked nipple into his mouth. I'm so entranced in what he was doing I forgot about my hands, they were digging into his shoulders scratching him as my body enjoys the sensation of his lips. I remove one of my hands from his shoulders and trace it down his abs, feeling the toned muscles, until I find my fingers on his happy trail, opening my eyes I smirk as watch my hand move down the trail of hair and disappear into his boxers. My fingers brush across the tip, and I hear Peter gasp, My hand moves further down until it is cradling his balls, they are shaved and not as gross feeling as I thought they would be, I place my fingers around his shaft and begin to pump my hand up and down, I twist my hand as I pull up and down him finding that Peter enjoys when I do this, by the growl that leaves his throat and the way he thrusts his hips into my hand filling it more, as he hardens beneath me. Peters mouth leaves my breast, and the cold air against my wet nipple feels odd, but the feeling doesn't last long as he moves his wonderful mouth to my other breast, I arch my back pushing my my breast into him. His mouth moves back up to mine and we kiss, like we really kiss, tongues clashing, and are lips hunger for more. My hand continues pumping as his hands caress my face and my breast, my breath is quickening and so is his, our kisses are little pecks to try to ground ourselves but I can sense that Peter is close because his hands have stopped moving, and I can feel his cock twitch against my hand "I don't think I can last any longer, covey" he says in short breathy words, and I just kiss him telling him its okay, and he comes undone in my hands, burying his face in my neck and moaning as he cums. I can feel a warm sticky substance on my hand, and I pull my hand out of his boxers to inspect, but as Peter pulls his head up to look into my eyes I pop my thumb into my mouth to taste him, I shocked myself but not as much as I shocked Peter because his eyes almost pop out of his head at the sight, he kisses me tenderly, lovingly before saying "I love you, you know that" and I smile and say "yes I do, and I love you" as I poke his nose. Peter sits up and looks down at his boxers before blushing, is he embarrassed that he came, cause he has no reason to be I enjoyed what we just did, I enjoyed the fact that I made him cum. But before I can say anything he says "I'm going to go clean myself up" grabs a new pair of underwear and disappears into the hallway. I sit up, find my bra and put it back on, as I stand up I feel the wetness in-between my legs that I had not noticed before, I have been sort of wet before but not like this, Peter and I had just done something new and my body liked it. As I put my shirt on Peter walks back into his room, new pair of boxers and a smile on his face. He wraps his arms around me rests his chin on my head and pulls me close "thank you Covey" kisses the top of my head then releases me to put back on his clothes. When Peters dressed I'm about to walk out of his room but he picks up again, and I squeal emthank god the door is still closed /em, and he carries me out and into his car. As Peter drives me home I begin to think about what happened tonight, I am still high from the new experience, the way his mouth felt on my lips, on my breasts, so I close my eyes to try to imagine what they would feel like on the junction between my thighs, I gasp when I feel Peters hand on my thigh. Looking up at him I see that we are outside my house, he leans forward to give me my kiss goodnight, it's quick so I lean in wanting it to last just a second longer, resting my forehead against his I say "goodnight Peter" before I open the door and walk towards the house, once I open the door to my house I turn around to wave goodbye to Peter one last time before I head inside and shut the door. /p