Boys with Toys: M/M Romance Book 3

by Sky McCoy

  “I knew one day you would do this to me, Taylor,” Payton said trying to leave the dance floor when Taylor’s arms tightened around Payton’s waist.

  “No. It’s not what you think. Don’t leave me on the floor. You’re just playing into Dylan’s hand.”

  “Then what the fuck is it? Every time this man, Dylan what’s his name, that fucking cocky twit comes around, you get a hard-on.”

  “It’s for you. Not him, baby. I promise you. I want you so bad. I’ve never wanted anyone in my life like I want you now.” Another lie. He had to get Dylan out of his headspace before he fucked up his marriage and life with Payton.

  “Come with me. Let me prove to you that I don’t want anyone but you.” Taylor led Payton off the dance floor. Taylor looked back to see Dylan watching at them as he held Payton’s wrist dragging him into his parent’s house.

  “Where are we going?”

  “To my bedroom. It was mine when I was a child, a teenager, and a man when I needed a safe place to go to. I want you to fuck me there.”

  When they walked into the wing that appeared to be where Taylor spent his nights as a child and teenager, Payton stopped midway up the stairs and turned to Taylor with a sharpened glance.

  Taylor watched Payton’s eyes deepen with a dark gaze. Not the kind when he needed to feel Taylor inside him, but one that was hesitant, full of disbelief and apprehension. Taylor had never experienced detachment and coldness from Payton. Payton was always giving and needy.

  Payton’s amber eyes caught Taylor’s green eyes in an equal hold. As if the two were wrestling and were at a full stop. Taylor trying to fend off Payton from asking questions he didn’t want to answer, and Payton trying to understand where Dylan fit into their lives. That’s when Taylor took Payton’s fingers, looked him in the eyes, and placed them inside his mouth. He sucked them slow and when Payton’s eyes closed, he felt Payton’s bulge in his pants and he knew that Payton was his again.

  Taylor took Payton’s two fingers on his right hand and pulled them from his swollen lips. “I want you to place these inside me, and I want you to take me. Fuck me hard. Make me know that I’m yours and don’t let me forget it.”

  Payton stared for the longest. Then his eyes brightened and a quick smile crossed his lips.

  It had been Taylor who seduced Payton that first night he agreed to go out for a drink. Payton a straight man thought it was just to make friends. It was that night that he gave in, and it was Taylor who made him a bottom with just a wink and a drink.

  Payton finally came out of the trance Taylor had put him in. It had been just like this from the first time they met each other in court.

  “Wait a minute. If anyone else has been in your bed I don’t want to fuck you there. I don’t like seconds. Not with you,” Payton said pulling his fingers from Taylor’s full lips.

  Taylor drew Payton into him, and felt his rock hard cock through the fabric of the dress pants he wore. Just talking about someone else having either one of them was enough to make their cocks hard for each other. Taylor captured Payton’s eyes as he went in for a demanding hot kiss.

  He bit Payton’s lip and Payton opened up for Taylor’s tongue. Payton couldn’t resist Taylor as he sucked Taylor’s tongue, and breathe hard into his mouth. That’s how Taylor got him all the time. Taylor knew Payton couldn’t resist him, and the heat he brought to the relationship and the maneuvering, and he used that to his advantage.

  When Payton could control his cock, he pulled away from Taylor. Taylor glanced at Payton and raised an eyebrow. “What about Jenna?” Taylor said breathless, and then they continued up the stairs as Payton held on to the banister.

  Payton stopped once more. “What about her?” he said leaning his head to the side breathing hard. Taylor knew that Payton’s breathing wasn’t because he wasn’t in shape it was because he always did that when he anticipated that Taylor would take him hard.

  But then Taylor had offered Payton the chance to fuck him.

  Taylor looked into the eyes of the beautiful hot as hell man, and magnificent body who was his husband and said, “Didn’t I fuck Jenna before you, and she was your seconds.”

  “It’s not the same thing. Women don’t count. I didn’t know you were into men.”

  “It was written all over my face. How could you not know?” Taylor said.

  Payton laughed when Taylor opened the door, and they stepped into a spacious room with all kinds of computers, old and new Apples, and PlayStations and games. Along the wall books everywhere in bookcases and piled up on the floor.

  “My own little world,” Taylor said coming out of his waistcoat, and helping Payton off with his. “Spent my youth masturbating to men who looked like you.” Taylor strutted behind Payton as he leaned over to examine an old Mac computer.

  “We were married here, and I have been out here to have dinner with your family several times, and you never even brought me to your room.”

  “You never asked me, Payton. I was too busy trying to get you to my apartment to fuck your brains out. Remind me to go to your childhood home and see what you’ve been up to. Probably posters of actresses,” Taylor hinted, but Payton didn’t satisfy his curiosity. He just raised the side of his lip into a sexy wouldn’t you like to know smirk, standing in front of Taylor’s bed holding onto a pink blanket then dropping it at the foot of the bed. He glanced at Taylor and raised an eyebrow.

  “Have you always had a king size bed to sleep in?”

  “Pretty much. I’m a big man. But we aren’t here to discuss the size of my bed, but discuss whether you’re ready to make me your bottom. If you don’t trust what I say that I’ve never let anyone since I’ve become a man have me, then it’s time to find out. Can you handle being the top?”

  That’s a lie. But I’ll make it up to Payton later, Taylor thought.

  Payton glared at him. “I was the top before I met you,” he said craning his head around to meet Taylor’s smile.

  “With women. That doesn’t count.”

  Payton pushed Taylor onto his bed after bringing him in for a heated kiss, and then he pulled off his shoes. Then with frantic hands, Taylor looking up at Payton, and began taking off his tuxedo tie and shirt.

  “Why the fuck do they make these shirts this way? No one has time to unbutton them.” Payton fell over Taylor and reached for the shirt and snatched it open popping the buttons off. Then he took Taylor’s wrist and did the same. “Fuck, Payton, you have just ruined an expensive shirt and everyone will know we were here having rough sex. They’ll know when I change clothes.”

  “Who the fuck cares? We’re married, not unless you want to hide anything from that guy who’s been eye-fucking you the entire evening.”

  “Shut up and suck my cock. That’s the only way I can stop you from accusing me of something I didn’t do,” Taylor said reaching for his hard length.

  Payton lay across Taylor and nipped at his neck as Taylor ran his fingers through Payton’s thick, dark, silky hair and his lips eased down the trail of dark silky hair stopping at Taylor’s nipple.

  Taylor took a fist of Payton’s hair, pulled it when Payton bit his nipple hard. One of Taylor’s nipples had a small ring which Payton enjoyed sucking on and pulling it with his teeth, as Taylor grind his cock into Payton’s hard stomach. “Fuck, Payton,” Taylor whispered, “dry humping you is almost as good as that nice tight hole of yours.” Taylor leaned upward and reached for Payton’s ass and slid his finger down in his crack.

  When Payton stopped, Taylor whined, “I want the other one. You know what I want Payton.”

  “Yes, I know. But I’m taking my time. You want me to hurry, but I’m controlling this now, not you.”

  “My, aren’t we bossy today,” Taylor said breathless as he reached for his cock and Payton pushed his hand away.

  “Not yet my hot-as-fuck man. You’re not going to masturbate until I tell you to. If I suspect that you’re doing anything that will interfere with us having a satisfying sex life your
ass is mine.”

  “My ass is yours anyway,” Taylor chimed in. “At least tonight,” he said massaging Payton’s ass cheeks.

  “You know what the fuck I mean, and I’ve been threatening to put a cage on that sweet cock of yours, I might just do that. From what I saw tonight with that man circling you like a dog in heat, you’ve got that coming.”

  “Promises, promises. I can’t wear it to work.”

  “Jake told me about the one he put on Noah. You can wear it to work, trust me,” and he looked up at Taylor and Payton aimed a sneaky grin up at Taylor and fisted Taylor’s cock.

  He took it from its base and eased it up one tortuous stroke at a time. Then he placed his mouth over the tip of Taylor’s cock and nipped the head as he slid his tongue over the slit tasting the pre-cum that drizzled out. Taylor opened his mouth and a fuck me fell out.

  Payton pulled out. “All in good time,” he said, as Taylor watched his every move and thought that Payton had never been sexier. Not even when he first encountered him in court wearing a dark blue suit, pink shirt and blue tie. His first thought was he has got to be gay. No man can wear pink like that, and be straight.

  But Taylor was wrong. Boy was he wrong.

  PAYTON WATCHED TAYLOR squirm in bed clutching his sheets and he raised the heat inside Taylor using his mouth and tongue on Taylor’s hard cock, as he busied his hand to cup Taylor’s tight balls. The quiet moans and gasping groans coming from Taylor as Payton massage his sac almost had Payton fucking the bed trying to get relief.

  But Payton wasn’t ready to give it up yet, not to a mattress because he was determined to breach Taylor’s tight hole, and give him the fucking of his life.

  Taylor brought his legs up to his chest as Payton sucked his balls and handed him his own cock where Taylor pulled and stroked his skin as he looked down with needy eyes begging for Payton to hurry the fuck up and take him.

  When Payton glanced up at Taylor he could see the pre-cum and he knew then that Taylor was ready for him. The movements of his ass and the quivering of his hole begged Payton to take him now.

  Payton took his time sucking his dark opening and then he placed his tongue inside Taylor and Taylor squirmed on the bed grabbing sheets and pillows as he moved about wanting and demanding that Payton put him out of his misery.

  It had been that same way in court when they first met and Taylor’s nervous body appeared to fidget nervously around the court room whenever he came near Payton. That’s when Payton knew Taylor liked him, and he enjoyed the company of men more than he enjoyed women.

  But Payton didn’t know how much until their dinner date.

  Each time Taylor walked near where Payton stood, or sat, Payton’s cock would throb. Payton had to excuse himself several times to rush to the restroom. He lost his case to Taylor that day because Taylor had him by the balls, and he wasn’t going to released them until they belonged to him.

  And that’s what Payton’s intentions were now, not to release Taylor’s balls, until he belonged to him again.

  Chapter Four

  “ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT to proceed with this case, counselor?” Payton glanced up to see an extremely beautiful looking man standing in front of him, tall and exceptionally handsome wearing an expensive dark blue suit.

  His arrogance proceeded him and Payton knew in a moment that the man standing in front of him was Taylor Knox, San Francisco’s famed district attorney.

  “I thought...”

  Taylor cut him off. “No, my assistant isn’t here today. If you want anything done do it yourself.”

  And he offered Payton a smile so bright and full he couldn’t stop looking at Taylor’s mouth. Full lips with a full mouth of white pampered teeth. And Payton wasn’t aware that that mouth had plans for him.

  “What are you offering?” Payton said trying to keep his throbbing cock at bay and prevent anyone from seeing the blush on his cheeks and the hard-on in his pants.

  Taylor smiled and from his heated glare, and those plump lips came, “A steak dinner, wine, or any drink of your choice, and a chance to fuck you tonight. Or if you prefer, maybe I’ll let you fuck me. What do you say?”

  “We’re talking about my client and not your insane fantasies which could get you dis-bared in California.”

  “Of course we’re talking about your client, but first I made you an offer since you aren’t sure whether you can make me an offer and end this case now.”

  “I know that because I live in San Francisco everyone thinks I’m probably gay, but I’m not. So let’s get to the case will you?”

  Payton thought he’d heard Taylor say from the corner of his mouth, ‘not yet, but soon.’

  BRINGING UP HIS HAND under Taylor’s knees, Payton watched Taylor’s ass cheeks open, but not enough. He wanted to see his husband. All of him. “Now make those long fingers useful, besides placing them in my ass,” Payton ordered.

  Taylor reached and opened his ass for Payton. Payton smiled when he thought from the expressive scowl on Taylor’s face that he’d been more exposed than he had ever been in his life.

  Now he’ll get a chance to feel how I’ve been feeling these years as his bottom, Payton thought.

  In this position with Taylor’s legs hiked up, and feet on the bed with both hands on his cheeks opening the path for Payton to take him, he would indeed be Payton’s bottom.

  Since Taylor had offered to let Payton experience how it would feel to be a top, Payton wasn’t going to turn it down. Payton realized he enjoyed this power position as he sat on his heels and then straightened up he glanced down and thought, This is how Taylor feels.

  Taylor wasn’t in one of the easiest positions, and how well Payton knew this. The bottom position Taylor was now in, he was offering his open body to Payton to do as he pleased and Payton was going to make the best of it.

  As he stroked Taylor’s cock, and Taylors’s hands holding onto his ass cheeks, Payton let his tongue slide along Taylor’s sac, where he heard a loud moan, and then he took one of Taylor’s balls into his mouth as his hand worked Taylor’s hard length up and down tightening his fist from the base up to the head of his cock.

  “Are you trying to kill me? I can’t take this any longer, I need you now,” Taylor said.

  “Just stay as you are. I want to see you for the first time. If you come, you’re going to wear a ring around that perfect dick. You may not like it, but you’re such a fucking sexy slut now, you will probably ask for more,” Payton said with a smirk watching Taylor’s hips move upward chasing his orgasm.

  WHEN PAYTON SAID THE word slut, that word had Taylor dripping with pre-com all over Payton’s tight fist.

  “You’re not going to come until I tell you to, so stop cheating.” This was a change for Payton. Was he like this the entire time, domineering, and Taylor didn’t know, Taylor wondered. He hadn’t known Payton but a day when he invited him to live with him and he accepted that sensational invitation. A straight man living with the gay or bisexual notorious district attorney, Taylor Knox.

  Payton appeared to be quiet and reserved when Taylor first met him in court. But he was tough none the less when he had to defend a client and especially when Taylor first met Payton.

  Payton didn’t like losing anything and neither did Taylor. That’s why Taylor knew when Payton finished fucking him today, he would be royally fucked in more ways than one.

  “Do you want me on my stomach?” Taylor asked.

  “You’re not controlling this situation today, Mr. District Attorney.” Referring to the last position Taylor held before going to work for Max.

  “Get some lube while I undress,” Payton barked out.

  Taylor glanced up at Payton with his intense green eyes covered with long dark movie star quality eye lashes and face. He didn’t want to give away that he had planned all along to bring Payton to his room and fuck him because he couldn’t stand not having him every day. Taylor had to be inside of Payton all the time because he loved the idea of caressing his fle
sh and having his cock next to Payton’s and burying it deep inside. His mouth had salivated every time he eyed him.

  Taylor was that much in love with Payton and that much in need of him. It was Payton who made him whole again.

  “Don’t play coy with me, sweetheart. Anyone who has that many computers probably have a box of lube hidden someplace. You’re basically a hoarder. I don’t want to be married to you for twenty years and then find out you’re hoarding lovers from New York to San Francisco,” Payton said locking eyes with Taylor.

  There was a hidden meaning wrapped inside that conversation and it wasn’t lost on Taylor.

  Taylor glanced up at Payton and smiled, placed his feet on the floor, and headed in the direction of his bathroom. Taylor stopped and turned around. “The only thing I’m hoarding is this come I’ve been waiting to give you since we woke this morning.”

  Taylor turned around sporting wide powerful shoulders, a hard muscular ass that Payton wanted to camp inside and never come out. Watching in the mirror, Payton scanned Taylor’s body with his large calves and strong legs which seemed to go on forever, Taylor turned and shot him a flirty grin because he knew his effect on Payton.

  Payton had completely undressed and waited for Taylor to return, and in a second he had found his lube and stood up over Payton.

  Taylor held out the bottle. “You do the honors. It’s for you, so wipe that grin off your face.” Taylor’s face was as serious as Payton’s when he first asked Payton if he was gay.

  “You empty some in my hand and take your position,” Payton said as Taylor opened the bottle and squirted a large portion of the cold lubricant into his hand. Payton rubbed his hands together and grinned taking a particular delight in what was coming next.

  “Here you take it,” Taylor said extending his hand offering the small bottle. “You’re going to need it. Lots of it. I’m not used to this position.” Taylor laid down on the bed, raised his legs to his chest as Payton took his position between Taylor’s legs.