The "I" In Lie

I brought 2 sets of clothes for myself for my and Pete's date. I was in cloud nine, my heart was a flutter, my stomach in a knot. I worked as best as I could, trying not to spill drinks on anyone.

The movie night was for the kick off of summer, featuring Wet Hot American Summer. I've never seen the movie, nor did I care to see it. I was excited to see Pete.

It was 11:30 when Pete and Michelle arrived together, smiling. Only, Pete had this fake smile on his face, one I hadn't ever seen before. It was placed on his face abnormally, the average person could tell it wasn't natural, it was forced.

He saw me staring a his face quizzically, and then it fell. He waved, secretly as he passed, his eyes flashing happily; I knew that immediately. My face grew warm, watching him with low and secret glances.

It was no more than 10 minutes that he came up to the bar, his smile was real this time. He has a beautiful smile.

"2 cocktails, bottle of champagne, and be upstairs after I take the drinks." Pete spoke faster than lightening, but I got it all, having learnt all of his fast talking.

I nodded, formally, mixing the drinks and taking the champagne bottle from the cold fridge. Pete smiled still, giving me a short nod and heading off. Just as I wiped off the counter, Joe came in, "We're starting the movie, you comin'?"

I shook my head, "No, I'm gonna head home." I suppressed the grin wanting to burst open my cheeks.

"Alright, close down the bar, I'll see you soon." Joe slugged my shoulder gently and headed off.

I cleaned up the counter, locked up the register and went towards the back. I went to my small cubby, taking my bag and headed up the spiral stairs behind the bar. I hurried up the stairs, making sure I wasn't being seen; lucky everyone was gone and really wanting to see the movie.

I made it to the lounge, the whole place dimly lit, with the glass walls out looking Lake Michigan. I tugged at my bottom lip, my body felt like it was on some high. I was really, really happy and beyond excited; I have no words for it.

But then, I got nervous.

My feeling didn't last long, I felt arms capture around my waist. I held back a yelp and melted against Pete when I heard his laugh. My nervousness went away, and again, as I always seemed to feel in love and happy.

"Are you ready, baby?" His voice scent shivers down my spine.

"Always." I murmured back.

Pete let me go, took my hand and led me away. He seemed to know exactly where to go; he took a key out from his pocket and unlocked the last door. My heart thumped, I don't know why I was so nervous.

Pete let my hand go, he let me in first, the room was dark with a few candles lit. I felt my heart soar; he had done all of this for us. I was on his mind when he did this, it was more than just a fling -I felt.

"This is amazing, Pete." I awed the room, my heart becoming tight and  thumping manically, "It's beautiful."

He spun me around, to face him, cupped my cheeks and brought me into a rough kiss. I couldn't help but to come alive, my bones felt as if they were awakening for the first time. I felt on fire, I wanted to tell him exactly how I felt, but I told myself to shut up and enjoy the moment.

Pete touched the hem of my shirt, our kiss ending, "I wanna do something I've been thinking about for awhile. You okay with that?"

His eyes watched me cautiously, I nodded, my hand cupping his jaw, "I wanna do whatever makes you happy." I felt that my words meant more than they were. The underlining meaning of "I fucking love the hell out of you, Peter Wentz."

Pete's eyes grew, he smiled, "You sure? It's pretty kinky."

I felt my whole body shiver, "Hell yeah, I'm sure."

He pulled my shirt up, revealing my stomach, "Take all of these pesky clothes off and lie on the bed."

I nodded, clutching my bottom lip between my teeth. I moved back a few steps, pulled my shirt over my head and shimmied out of my jeans. I kicked my shoes off, my socks, then I proceeded to unhook my bra and toss it away. I heard Pete gasp softly a few feet from me, I grinned, "Petey sees somethin' he likes?"

Pete chuckled, "Fuck yeah, I do."

I played with the elastic of my underwear, "What is it, tiger?" 

He bit his lip, "You, baby. Just you."

My stomach did somersaults. I was nervous again, and I felt something inside that was unlike anything I ever felt before. It was hard to pin point what it was. 

I must've looked worried, because I didn't even hear Pete step over to me. His touch jolted me, "You alright?" He asked, his eyes were worried now.

I put on a small smile, "Fine. Just... Felt something weird. No biggie." I replied happily.

Pete was still unsure, "If you don't wanna do this, it's okay."

"I want you," I told him quickly, "It's just..." I tried to figure out what it was, "I'm just nervous."

He smiled, "Why are you nervous?"

I lied, "About what you wanna do."

He smirked, his warm hand rubbed my back and slipped down to my bottom, "Don't worry, baby. I got this."

I let out a small laugh, "Whatever you say, honey."

He planted a loving kiss on my head that made that feeling in my stomach return. I was able to hide it this time, and let Pete step back. I slipped my panties off and proceeded to climb in the bed; the comforter was a blood red, a very rich color.

Pete pulled his shirt off, then climbed onto the bed, crawling over me. I couldn't resist kissing at his chest, trying to force that weird feeling in my stomach away. He looked down at me, "I'm going to need you to trust me, Aly. Can you do that?"

I hummed softly, "Of course. I trust you completely."

Those eyes, his eyes, looked down at me with wonder. He seems confused, he looked as if he was unsure if he wanted to continue. I wondered, myself, if I said something wrong.

"I'm want to dominate you, Aly. I need you to surrender completely to me. Can you do that for me?" His eyes watched mine, with dim lighting, I could feel the arousal radiating off his body and buzzing through his eyes.

I nodded slowly, "Yes."

Pete sat up, "Hold onto the bars of the head board." He ordered.

I did as he said, my eyes focused on him. He moved over me, I felt him tied my hands with something silky. Each hand, wrist, I was bound to the headboard, "Eyes next, baby." He said softly.

I hummed, he grabbed something from the side of the bed and then tied it around my head, blindfolding me with another silk tie. I couldn't help but to arch my back, wanting him to touch me, "Pete," I whined.

"What?" He laughed huskily.

"I wanna touch you," I told him, "Please."

He moved off the bed, "Not yet."

I listened extra hard to hear what he was doing. He moved around the room, then he removed his pants, I heard the belt and zipper; it clinked against the floor. I heard another zipper, then he moved, then he climbed right back on the bed.

My body was calling to his, my heart thumping excitedly. I could barely contain the moans that spilled from my mouth.

"Ready?" He asked softy.

I hummed again, "Yes." I cried.

He gave another hot laugh, and then I felt this burning sensation on my nipples. I cried out, then I felt something cold, and Pete's mouth, hot on my breast. I moaned, my toes curled and I felt myself grow wet. 

"How was that?" His voice was hot and husky.

"Good." I murmured.

"Didn't hurt, did it?" 

I shook my head, "Not at all."

It didn't hurt, though it burned a bit.

"They're relaxation candles, won't burn," He explained softly, "And ice on my tongue."

I shivered, "Oh my god."

"You like it?"

I nodded, "Fuck yeah."

"I'm gonna be gentle, don't wanna shock you too much, baby." His mouth grazed my waxy nipple; he licked it away.

I bit my bottom lip, I arched my back again, feeling the burning sensation against my left nipple. I groaned, again, his mouth cooled the sensation and made my nipples erect. 

I squirmed, "More." I begged.

Pete laughed, "Here's something cooler, baby."

He shifted, then he lent down, I felt ice on my chest, his fingers slowly guiding it down my sternum and down to my belly button. I was soaked by the time it pooled at my pelvis, "Oh fuck." I sputtered.

Pete's mouth sucked at my hip and then licked to the other. I arched my back, wanting him lower. 

"Talk to me, baby. Tell me what you want me to do to you." He whispered this against my pelvis, mere inches from my womanhood.

"I want you to fuck me." I spat wantonly, "Please."

Pete stalled a moment, but then I felt his lips place a kiss on my nub. I was fully aroused, I was wet and every sensation was heightened. Pete seemed lost a moment, and I knew what was wrong. He -we- never done this before.