Mated To An Enemy-Chapter 510 Me Too, For You

a�?She doesn't know her way around Spring. She's never even been there.a�?

a�?So, draw her a map,a�? Peter replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

Myka couldn't help the half-cocked grin on his face as he saw Peter's insolent pout.

a�?Stop,a�? Peter growled. a�?I'm not being cute right now.a�?

a�?I disagree,a�? Myka replied playfully.

Peter let out a frustrated sigh and turned to leave the room.

a�?Wait, wait, wait!a�? Myka called, quickly chasing after him.

Myka grabbed Peter before he could leave the room, wrapping his arm around Peter's chest and resting his chin on his shoulder.

a�?Come on now,a�? Myka whispered. a�?Don't leave in a huff. We agreed to talk things out, remember?a�?

Peter sighed. 𝗳𝗿𝐞ℯ𝙬𝗲𝗯n𝗼νel.𝒄𝑜𝘮

a�?Is there any point in talking?a�? he asked. a�?It seems pretty clear you have already made up your mind to go.a�?

Myka enjoyed hearing the sulkiness of Peter's words, further proof of his feelings for Myka. He squeezed him tightly and nuzzled his nose against Peter's throat.

a�?I still want to hear your opinion,a�? he whispered, leaving a soft peck against Peter's skin. a�?I might be willing to change my mind.a�?

Peter clenched his jaw and swallowed as the warmth of Myka's breath tickled along his flesh.

a�?That's cheating,a�? he whispered breathily.

a�?What is?a�? Myka smiled, pressing another kiss along Peter's throat. a�?I just want to have an honest conversation with you, that's all.a�?

Myka's hand at Peter's chest began tracing tiny circles over his shirt. His other hand wrapped at Peter's waist, pulling their bodies tightly together. Peter let out a soft gasp as he felt Myka's growing excitement.

a�?Liar...a�? Peter whispered, trying desperately to hold to his senses.

Myka smiled. He bit his lower lip, enjoying Peter's reaction. He lowered his hand along Peter's hip and down to his thigh. He squeezed along the muscle, and then his hand moved over the growing bulge in Peter's pants.

a�?This seems pretty honest to me,a�? Myka whispered, nipping softly at Peter's throat. He gave him a gentle grope.

Peter drew a sharp intake of breath and could no longer hold himself. He leaned back into Myka, laying his head on his lover's shoulder and exposing his throat.

Myka needed no further prompting. He immediately began to lick and kiss along Peter's throat as his hand massaged the growing bulge in Peter's pants.

Peter let out soft moans as he enjoyed Myka's touch. At the same time, he felt Myka growing even harder as he rubbed himself against Peter's backside.

Myka moved both his hands to release Peter from the confines of his pants while Peter removed his shirt, leaving him only in his boxers.

Peter turned around and immediately pulled at Myka's shirt. Myka grinned and helped him to remove the offending material. But, before the shirt was entirely off, Peter's mouth was already wrapped at Myka's nipple, he bit him, and Myka hissed.

Myka glanced down to see Peter looking at him with a mischievous smile as his tongue danced playfully around the nipple.

Myka growled and slipped his fingers into Peter's hair. Then, grabbing a handful and pulling his head back, he crashed their mouths together in a sloppy but passionate kiss.

Their tongues fought for dominance, and their hands groped and pulled at each other. There was a desperate need in each of them. After five years of pent-up desire and longing, Myka couldn't help but wonder if the next five years would be spent making up for that lost time.

The thought only fueled the already raging fire inside of him. He grabbed Peter and lifted him, carrying him further into the room as their aggressive kiss continued. When they reached the bed, Myka pulled back and pushed Peter down.

They stared at each other, huffing to catch their breath. Myka quickly removed the last shred of clothing from Peter's body, and just as quickly, he took him into his mouth.

Peter let out a shuddering moan as Myka's hot mouth took him in. It wasn't slow and teasing, he swallowed him up, and Peter cried out at the sudden intensity of the pleasure.

Myka was confident when he took Peter into his mouth, but it had been a long time since he had done this, five years to be exact. As he bobbed his head and sucked down on Peter's thick shaft, he started to feel the fatigue in his jaw.

Peter could feel Myka slowing down. He smiled to himself as he realized that Myka had been overly confident.

When Peter pushed Myka off of him, Myka assumed that Peter was taking pity on him. But he was surprised when Peter stood off the bed and before Myka expectantly.

a�?On your knees,a�? Peter growled.

Myka gave him a questioning look.

a�?Don't start something you can't finish,a�? Peter replied with a self-satisfied grin.

Myka swallowed. His jaw was already aching, but something in the way that Peter looked at him, in the arrogant way he spoke to him, sent a thrill through Myka.

Rather than take pity on him, Peter had decided to show Myka that sometimes, he liked being in control.

a�?Down on your knees, open your mouth,a�? Peter repeated.

Myka did as he was told. He got down on his knees before Peter. He licked his lips and opened his mouth.

Peter grabbed his shaft and guided it into Myka's mouth, letting out a shuddering breath and closing his eyes as the warmth enveloped him once more.

Myka grabbed Peter's hips to brace himself. Then, he began to suck and move over Peter. But to his surprise, Peter stopped him.

a�?You had your chance to show me what you could do,a�? Peter said, looking down at Myka with dark mischief. a�?Now, just be a good boy and take what I give you.a�?

Myka's eyes widened, and a pulse of confused excitement ran through his body.

Peter reached his hands into Myka's hair, grabbing hold of his dark blue strands and holding them tightly as he thrust into Myka's mouth.

Myka let out a surprised groan, but he didn't push Peter away or try to pull back.

The feeling of Peter thrusting into his mouth was strange and slightly frightening, but Myka was not altogether against it. In fact, he was unexpectedly pleased with Peter's decisive actions.

Seeing that Myka responded well to his movements, Peter increased his tempo as he felt the pressure in his shaft building. He leaned his head back and let out his moans as he continued to thrust into the warmth of Myka's mouth.

Strengthening his grip on Myka's head, Peter gave one final thrust, letting out a thick groan as he released himself into Myka's throat. He continued to hold Myka in place until he had swallowed every drop.

Peter took a deep breath as he let go of Myka and pulled away, falling back onto the bed and staring up at the ceiling as he tried to catch his breath. His body was humming from his release. He chuckled to himself as he thought of the expression on Myka's face when he first thrust into his throat.

a�?Did you enjoy yourself?a�?

Peter felt a sudden jolt of uneasiness at Myka's words. He swallowed and looked down at the end of the bed. Myka stood there, looking down at Peter. He wiped his mouth and lifted one of his brows.

a�?You certainly seemed to enjoy yourself....a�? Myka said. The look in his eyes was dark and slightly concerning.

a�?Myka...a�? Peter called nervously.

Myka moved his hands down on Peter's thighs.

a�?It's my turn now, right?a�? Myka said with a dangerous smile. He hooked his hands under Peter's legs.

Peter gasped as he was dragged further down the bed.

a�?Myka!a�? he called out.

a�?Shhh...a�? Myka whispered, flipping Peter onto his stomach and slapping his ass roughly. a�?Just be a good boy and take what I give you.a�?

***

a�?Damn it, Myka!a�? Peter growled, feeling the ache in his back and legs.

a�?Weren't you the one that said not to start things you couldn't finish?a�? Myka asked, wrapping his arms tenderly around Peter.

Peter swatted Myka's hands away as he pulled the blankets up as a barrier between them.

a�?You were too rough!a�? Peter growled. a�?And you didn't listen when I said to go slower.a�?

a�?And you came into my mouth without warning,a�? Myka growled.

Peter chewed his lower lip; he had gotten carried away. He took a deep breath through his nose and then pushed the blankets away. Myka grinned and immediately moved over to snuggle against Peter's warm body.

a�?I'm sorry I was too rough,a�? Myka whispered, nuzzling against the crook of Peter's neck. a�?I won't do it again.a�?

Peter looked away.

a�?You don't have to do that...a�? he replied quietly.

Myka grinned.

a�?What?a�?

Peter felt the warmth spreading over his face.

a�?I said...a�? he sighed. a�?It's ok... sometimes. Just... when we agree to it.a�?

Myka squeezed Peter in his arms and kissed his throat.

a�?I love you, Peter.a�?

a�?Yea, yea...a�? Peter replied with an annoyed sigh. a�?Me too, for you.a�?