Peter stayed in his room all afternoon and into the early evening until he heard a small knock on his door. "One sec," he called out. As he got up and walked over, he deliberately took his time putting on a t-shirt. It still wasn't all the way on when he opened the door, so May, who was standing on the other side, got a full eyeful of his toned chest and abs. Peter considered it a small victory when he saw his her eyes wonder down his exposed torso and her face flush again. He also saw her eyes land for a moment on his pajama pants, which did nothing to hide the growing tent caused by his increasingly hard dick.

What could he say? Just seeing May, especially in such a rare, timid state, made him horny as hell all over again.

"Yeah?" Peter asked, pretending not to notice her flustered demeanor. "Dinner's here," she said without making eye contact with Peter. "Okay. What'd you get?" Peter responded, his eyes waiting to meet May's.

She continued to avoid his gaze, telling the floor, "Chinese takeout from Dumpling House." Peter smiled, "Sounds delicious." And then, in a burst of confidence Peter didn't know he was capable of, he reached forward and lifted May's chin with his finger. She just blushed deeper as her eyes were forced to meet Peter's. She looked completely flabbergasted.

"You okay?" Peter asked, masking the flirtatious move with seemingly innocent concern. May, at first, didn't know how to respond. She stumbled over her words before finally getting out, "I'm fine. Just a little… tired is all."

Peter nodded and held the backside of his hand up to May's forehead, brushing aside some of her hair as he did so. It was an undeniably intimate act, but one Peter felt confident he could talk away if May pressed him about it. He didn't think she would, though, and she didn't. Instead, he just heard her breath hitch as he felt her forehead.

"You do feel a little hot to me," Peter said, letting the innuendo go unemphasized… this time. After taking a deep breath, May took a step away from Peter and forced her eyes away from his. "I'm fine," she said again. "Dinner's ready."

"I'm right behind you," Peter said, and he kept his word. He followed closely behind May to their dining room — making sure that she felt his presence behind her as they walked. He was even a little tempted to brush the tip of his still-hard cock against her backside, but figured that would be pushing things too far too fast. So he kept himself and his dick just out of touching distance of May, who just seemed to look hotter and hotter to him with each passing moment.

As they prepared to eat, Peter sighed loudly and took a seat right next to May rather than across from her. May looked surprised that he did so, but she didn't say anything about it. Instead, she just glued her eyes to her plate and started to eat in silence.

"How was your day? Do anything fun?" Peter asked just before stuffing a dumpling into his mouth. May cleared her throat before responding. "Oh, it was just another Friday, I suppose," she said quietly. "Left F.E.A.S.T. a little earlier than usual. Took a walk through Central Park. Came home."

"Oh, yeah?" Peter asked, before adding with a smirk. "See anything interesting?"

The red of May's cheeks deepened as she stammered, "N-no-not real-really. Central Park is Central Park, you know?" Before Peter could respond, May changed the subject. "How was school?"

May probably thought that deflecting their conversation back in his direction would take her off the hot seat, but Peter had other plans. "It wasn't all that great, honestly," he said.

"Oh?"

"You know how it is, sometimes it feels like balancing all this superhero stuff with school and life just catches up to me. It's a lot," Peter continued. May was nodding along, genuinely listening. Her maternal concern kicking in. "I couldn't tell you how much I looked forward to getting home and getting some time to myself to just... let loose and relax."

May nearly spit out a forkful of food at Peter's last few words, but she held down her gut reaction — if not subtly. She just nodded and then, after swallowing the food that was in her mouth, said, "I bet."

Peter kept the laugh bubbling within from coming to the surface, enjoying perhaps a bit too much the game he was playing with May. "Are you sure you're okay?" He asked again. "You seem a little bit, I don't know, tense and distracted."

"I'm fine, Peter. Really," May said through gritted teeth.

"Did I do something to upset you?"

Again, May looked ready to burst from both embarrassment and confusion. She had to fight to tamp down her initial reaction before finally raising her head to look at Peter for the first time all dinner. "No. Of course not," she assured him, even though Peter knew she wasn't being entirely truthful.

He let out an audible sigh of relief nonetheless and reached over and put his hand over May's. For a moment, Peter wondered if her face could get any redder.

"Okay. Well, do you want me to give you a foot rub or something tonight? To help you relax?"

It was at that moment that May abruptly stood up from the table.

"No! That's—that's fine. Thank you for asking. I think… I think I'm just going to go to bed. I'm a bit tired, that's all," she practically yelled out as she walked away from the table and disappeared down their apartment hallway. A few seconds later, Peter heard her bathroom door close.

He wondered whether he had pushed May too far, but quickly dismissed those concerns. As he took another bite of his food, he figured that he actually had her exactly where he wanted her.

Peter woke up bright and early Saturday morning. He had big plans for the day, and just thinking about what he wanted to happen was enough to make him hard as a rock. A year ago or, hell, even a month ago, Peter would have waited to leave his room until his hard-on had gone away. Or he would have put on briefs to try and hide it as much as he could. But Peter was a different man now. Some might say he'd gone crazy, but Peter would argue he'd simply gotten tired of playing it safe all the damn time.

So it was with a very visible tent in his pajama pants that Peter walked into his and May's kitchen that morning. She was already near their kitchen sink. Her back was to Peter when he walked in, and she was crouched just a little over the kitchen counter in a way that, whether intentionally or not, pushed her ass out. Peter took a moment to admire the view.

She was wearing a loose white t-shirt and a pair of light pink pajama shorts that didn't necessarily hug her ass so much as they accentuated how beautifully it sat at the top of her pale, shapely legs. For a moment, Peter felt his mouth start to water and his dick twitch as he imagined pulling her shorts down and burying his face in her waiting pussy.

He decided that he couldn't keep going on just imagining these things anymore.

"Morning," he said as he took a few more steps into the kitchen. He saw May's shoulders tense in surprise before she slowly turned around with a cup of coffee in her hands. She was wearing her glasses. Her hair was messy. She didn't look like she'd slept particularly well. And Peter could see the soft points of her nipples poking faintly through her shirt's material.

As she took the sight of him in, Peter saw May's gaze predictably wander down to the tent in his pants. He took pride in how wide her eyes got when she saw the evidence of his arousal, as well as how long her gaze stayed on his covered cock before finally snapping back up to Peter's face.

"Good morning," she said. She took a sip of her coffee and didn't say anything else, but Peter saw her body tense again as he walked toward her. He tried his best to keep his intentions unclear for as long as he could, and he could hear May's breath quicken as he walked right up next to her. He paused to look down and smile at her as he stood an inch away. May hesitantly raised her head to look up at him. Peter wondered whether he could lean down right then and there and kiss her. Judging by the slightly glassy look in her eyes, he thought she might actually let him.

But he had a plan, and he intended to stick to it. So, after holding May's gaze for a few more seconds, Peter turned and opened the cabinet just above her. He pulled out a small mug and poured himself a cup of coffee. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see May biting her lip. Was she turned on and frustrated? Or trying to work up the nerve to say something?

Peter got his answer as he walked over to the other side of the kitchen again and began pouring cream and sugar into his coffee. He heard May clear her throat and then say, perhaps louder than she intended, his name.

He turned and looked at her with one eyebrow raised. "Yeah, May?"

"We need to talk."

"About what?"

"About… about yesterday."

Peter pretended like he had no idea what she was talking about. "Okay…"

"Yesterday, while you were in your room, I came in to see what you might want for dinner and I saw… I saw you… masturbating."

Peter paused — drawing out the silence. He set his coffee cup down and, as he did, he felt his dick get harder. The anticipation was killing him. He was so turned on it almost hurt.

"I know," he finally said.

May's mouth dropped open. She hadn't expected that, and she immediately turned a light shade of red from the embarrassment that washed over her. Peter loved seeing her, usually so confident, now so unsure. "You do?" She asked, as she set her coffee down on the counter.

"Spider sense, May. I heard you come in."

"Then… why…why didn't you say anything or… or…"

"Stop?" Peter asked, finishing her question for her.

"Yes."

"Because I wanted you to see, May," Peter said simply.

"... See what?" May asked.

"This," Peter asserted as he pulled his pajamas pants down to his ankles. In doing so, he freed his hard-as-hell, eight-inch dick from its confines. It jutted out proudly in front of him.

"Peter!" May yelled in shock. She immediately looked away, but that's not what Peter wanted.

"May," he said calmly.

"Peter, pull your pants back up. You can't… you should be—" she stammered.

"May," Peter said, this time with enough force to quiet May. She looked at his face, surprised by the authority in his voice. "Look," he said, staring into her eyes. She hesitated, but didn't seem interested in challenging him.

So she let herself look at his cock, and the mere sight of her doing so was enough to make his dick twitch again all by itself. May seemed hypnotized by what she was looking at.

"I wanted you to see this, May… because this is what you do to me."

He began to walk slowly toward May, whose gaze remained fixed on his approaching member even as she tried to assert some form of control again. "Peter… you shouldn't. What are you doing?" Her voice sounded like it was coming from far away.

"This is your fault, May," Peter said with a slight smirk. "You turn me on so much… it almost hurts. This… is… what… you… do… to… me."

By the time he'd finished repeating himself, Peter was standing right in front of May. Unable to help himself, he leaned forward just enough for the tip of his dick to poke May's shirt-covered stomach. He heard her breath skip and, as he looked down at her, all he saw was the top of May's head. Her eyes were fixed on his dick.

Peter took his hand and brought it to May's right. He put his hand over hers and guided it slowly toward his hard-on. As he did, he saw May lick her lips and shake her head. "Peter…," she started to say, but Peter simply shushed her.

"Feel it, May. Feel the power you have over me," he said, doing his best to flatter May as he finally finished leading her hand to his cock.

He didn't go so far as to wrap her hand around his dick. He wanted to see if she would do that herself. Sure enough, while she hesitated for another few moments, Peter felt May's gentle, long fingers wrap around his shaft. He couldn't help but breathe in suddenly as she did. The feeling of one of his longest fantasies coming true was almost too much.

He brought his hands up to May's shoulders and then raised her chin with one of his fingers. He brought her face up to look at his, and he saw a desperate kind of searching in her eyes. She looked lost, and Peter knew exactly how to show her the way.

"I need you, May," he said, as he leaned down and softly pressed his lips against hers. She didn't kiss him back at first, but she didn't push him away, either. And after Peter added just a little pressure to his kiss, he felt May purse her lips back at his.

He slowly worked his mouth against hers until there was enough space between them for him to push his tongue into the gap. This time, there wasn't any hesitation on May's part. Her tongue immediately met his as their kiss intensified.

As Peter brought one of his hands up to cup May's face, he felt her right hand squeeze his dick with more certainty and then… begin to slowly tug on it. She's jerking me off, Peter realized. May is giving me a handjob.

The realization was almost enough to make Peter cum. Instead, he pulled himself away from May's lips and moved his mouth to her neck — lightly licking and sucking as he did. He heard a small moan escape May's lips, and he took that as a sign to begin grinding his hips in rhythm with her hand, which kept stroking his cock like it was made to do that exactly that.

Having another person's hand jerking him off, let alone May's, pushed Peter to the brink of an orgasm. But he didn't want to cum for the first time with May just from her hand, so he tapped into his superhuman control over his own body and held off his orgasm.

He kept kissing May's neck and brought his free hand up to cup one of her breasts. She didn't have the biggest breasts he'd ever seen, but Peter had always thought they looked incredible. And as he squeezed one of them over May's shirt, he realized how perfectly her breasts were made to fit in his hands. They filled his palm but didn't spill over, and the sensation of finally touching May's breasts just made him somehow even hornier.

May, sensing how worked up Peter was getting, finally spoke again for the first time in minutes — albeit through the occasional moan. "Peter, we shouldn't…," she insisted.

Peter pulled away and cupped May's face with his free hand while he used his other to continue groping her breast. "Maybe not, but I can't help how I feel, May," Peter said, showing her as much sincerity as he could. "I think about you all the time. I think about kissing you and making love to you. I think about making you shake and scream my name. Don't you get it? Just being around you turns me on."

He kissed her again and then pulled back and dropped the bomb. "I love you, May," he said, and he meant it. He felt May melt under him as he said it. Whatever resistance she had toward all of this seemed to be rapidly crumbling.

"... I love you, too, Peter."

Without waiting for her to say anything else, Peter moved his hand from her breast and slowly brought it down her stomach until he reached the waistband of her pajama shorts. May began to squirm underneath him as his fingers snaked their way beneath her panties. She stopped stroking his cock, and Peter was, frankly, grateful for the break. He was getting too close.

"Don't fight it, May," he urged. "I know you feel the same way. I bet you touched yourself last night thinking about me masturbating, didn't you?"

May shook her head, but Peter didn't believe her. "No? Then why are you wet right now?"

May tried to close her legs, but she was too late. Peter's fingers found her slit before she could and his chest swelled with pride as he felt how slick the outside of May's pussy was. Using as little force as possible, he pushed May's legs open again and lightly dragged his fingers across the surface of her folds. He felt May's whole body shudder as he did so.

He brought his palm across May's outer lips and then found the nub that was her clit. He lightly rubbed the tips of two of his fingers against it. May gasped and then reached down and grabbed Peter's forearm with both of her hands.

Peter couldn't tell if she meant to pull his hand away or hold it and make sure it didn't leave her panties. He chose to believe it was the latter as he slipped two of his fingers inside of May's vagina and searched until he found the rougher patch that he knew was her g-spot.

It only took a few seconds of Peter rubbing his fingers against her g-spot before May began to whimper and moan. "Peter…" she whined, as her legs began to shake. "Peter…"

"Peter what?" He whispered into her ear as he continued fingering her.

"… Please."

Peter took that as the sign he needed to finger her faster. A moment later, he felt May's pussy gush around his hand and her legs snap shut — trapping his arm where It was. May groaned as she came, and it took every ounce of control that Peter had to not bend her over and start fucking her as fast and as hard as he could.

Instead, Peter eventually pulled his hand free from the vise-like grip of May's thighs and slowly brought his fingers to his mouth. May watched dazed and red-in-the-face as Peter sucked on his own fingers and tasted her juices for the first time. The taste was heavenly.

When he was done, he brought his hands to May's shoulders and began to push them down. May, following his instructions, began to sink to her knees even as she pleaded with Peter again.

"Honey, we really shouldn't," she said. "We can't."

Peter wasn't listening to May anymore, though. When she was finally all the way down on her knees in front of him, he stepped forward until his cock was hovering over her face.

"Suck it, May," he said.

Underneath him, he saw May gulp, but she knew that there was no talking Peter out of what he wanted anymore. Nothing she could say could deter him. So she slowly opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock.

"Yes," Peter groaned as the feeling of May's mouth finally where it was always supposed to be washed over him. "Keep going," he said. "Be a good girl and make me cum."

May groaned at his demeaning, commanding words and Peter felt her mouth vibrate around his cock. The sensation was enough to make him bring both of his hands down to May's head and hold her there as she began to blow him with more and more vigor. At one point, Peter was surprised when he felt May start to fondle his balls with her free hand all on her own.

He looked down at her as she sucked his dick and made sure to savor exactly what he was seeing. After years of fantasizing about May and failing to get any girl to pay attention to him sexually, he finally had a real woman on her knees in front of him. It wasn't just any woman, either. It was the woman whom all of his male friends had openly fantasized about for years. The woman who had been entrusted to raise and take care of Peter.

She was taking care of him alright, slowly working more and more of his hard cock into her mouth. Peter could tell that she had one thing on her mind right now, and that was making him cum. As he felt his balls begin to boil, he knew that she was about to get her wish, too.

"May, I'm going to cum," he warned her. "Where do you want it?"

She responded by sucking even harder, giving Peter the answer he needed without removing her mouth from his cock. Peter chuckled at how quickly she had fallen in love with his dick, and it was thinking about all of the things he was going to do to her now that she had that finally sent him over the edge.

"That's right, May," he said as he began to gently pump his own cock into her open and waiting mouth. "This is what you deserve. Here it comes."

He came. He came harder than he ever had before. He felt his cum rocket out of his cock and into the back of May's throat. He heard her gag in surprise at first, but she kept sucking his cock — demanding more. Demanding all of it.

And that's what he gave her as he kept spewing his load into her hot, wet mouth. When he was finally done, he'd cum so much that he could see traces dribbling out of the sides of May's mouth. But that wasn't even the hottest part. The hottest part was how May moaned as she finished swallowing his gift.

Peter smiled as he leaned down and lifted May up into his arms. She instinctually wrapped her legs around his waist — her ass hanging just over his still-hard cock. Peter felt her hard nipples pressing through both of their shirts as her chest smashed against his.

"Peter!" May yelped in surprise as he turned and walked across the kitchen. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" Peter asked as he set her down on their dinner table.

May's eyes went wide and Peter saw her tongue absentmindedly lick the small drops of cum that had spilled out of her mouth. Based on how much her body was shaking, Peter wasn't sure which of the two of them was more excited.

"I'm going to fuck you, May," Peter said, as he took off his shirt and revealed his toned chest and abs. "I'm going to fuck you so hard that neither of us will be able to walk afterwards, and you're going to love every second of it… aren't you?"

Instinctively, without even thinking, May nodded.

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Next chapter coming next week! You can probably guess what happens in it...