Boys with Toys: M/M Romance Book 3

by Sky McCoy

  “You could have fooled me,” Payton said, “maybe not with me, but who knows.”

  Payton was fishing and Taylor knew it, but he wouldn’t get anything out of him. Why would he divulge to his jealous husband that he had been the bottom in a relationship years before when he was eighteen, but not theirs, Taylor thought, as he lay before Payton waiting for him to bark out the next command.

  He didn’t have to wait long.

  “Now you can take your cock and start,” Payton said. Payton took the two fingers that Taylor had sucked and skirted lube on them, and then as Taylor watched, Payton kneeled between Taylor’s long legs and teased Taylor’s hole with the tips of his fingers, as he glanced up at his handsome husband with his demanding greedy brown eyes.

  Payton’s mouth covered Taylor’s hole and Taylor moaned, and then Taylor felt Payton’s tongue encircled his anus twice, and then he broke through his prized hole with the two fingers Taylor had earlier placed in his mouth.

  It was uncomfortable at first for Taylor, and it hurt like hell, but he didn’t want to show how nervous and painful it had been to be taken by a large dick, the way he had taken Payton, especially since Payton had been a virgin in that department from the day Taylor fell in love with him, and decided that Payton, straight or gay, was his. He didn’t like losing at anything and neither did Payton.

  “NOW THAT WE’VE SETTLE this out of court, what do you say, Mr. LeGrand, if I take you to dinner and buy you that steak and wine I promised?”

  “Call me Payton,” he said watching Taylor take his arm and lead him out of the judge’s chambers.

  Payton watched Taylor not knowing what to make of the arrogant, obviously handsome, drop dead gorgeous man who he couldn’t take his eyes off of. He had never been attracted to a man before, and didn’t understand what was going on inside him. This was something new for him and he had to get his head around it, or try to figure out just what the fuck was wrong with him.

  “I’ll take your offer of the steak and wine.”

  “Not the blow-job? I hear it’s wonderful this time of day. Maybe you would prefer forgoing the blow-job and take me up on me fucking you. Or if you prefer the other way around. I’m open to anything,” Taylor said as casually as they strolled in the direction of the elevators leading to an underground garage.

  “Do you always proposition men?”

  “Sometimes women, but you,” Taylor said shaking his head and offering Payton a killer smile, “you’re a special case. You’re something special.”

  “I bet I am because in a town of mostly gay men, I happened not to be gay.”

  “Well in a town of gay and straight men, I happen to be bisexual so now you know my secret,” Taylor said aiming a seductive smile Payton’s way.

  Payton stopped at Taylor’s Audi. “The government must be paying you well, counselor.”

  “Not as much as they should. I’m independently wealthy. And I like what I do,” Taylor said. “Please get in and ride with me. I promise you I’ll bring you back in one piece.”

  PAYTON STOOD LOOKING at his second hand BMW.

  Payton thought he must be insane to even talk to a person like him and especially since he was the district attorney. But if he planned to win some of his cases and move up he would need to travel in circles where the power was concentrated in the hands of the gay community. He didn’t know that he would be sleeping with the most influential man in San Francisco who happened to sleep with men and women.

  When Payton stopped teasing Taylor with his fingers and tongue, he pulled out, and squeezed the lube, this time on Taylor’s waiting tight, magnificent looking hole in front of him. “You’re tight, Taylor. The way I used to be.”

  Taylor raised his chest to look at Payton. “You sound as if you’re sorry I claimed your sweet ass.”

  “It’s not that. I just wished I had been more forceful and held out longer then I would have enjoyed you much sooner. I thought that I would lose you to someone else and I didn’t want to take the chance.”

  Payton felt he was now in a position to confess. He glanced down at Taylor’s sexy body waiting for him to take whatever he needed, and he needed everything from Taylor especially reassurance that he belonged to him.

  Damn but his ass looks good from this end, Payton thought. He had never really seen Taylor like this—vulnerable, and he liked the position he held now. Ready to fuck Taylor the way he knew he liked it. A man who he feared in the courtroom, and admired outside of it because of his cocky self-assured attitude, and a man who he loved in bed.

  But with Payton ready to conquer the man in front of him, there was no more pleasure than to realize to the victor belonged the spoils. But what had he won? And the answer came back to him.

  He had won the heart of this beautiful man, and now he had given over himself to him. A minor victory, but a good one because with Payton, everything about this man was perfect. From his hair, his eyes, and his perfect tight hole. Perfect for him.

  Payton swallowed hard as he gazed down, lining the tip of his cock to where he would insert his hardness, and soon Taylor would belong to him completely. All of him, and he would make sure everyone knew it. From the women who lusted after Taylor, to the men who thought they could take him from Payton.

  Payton stroked his cock as Taylor watched fondling his own with his fist wrapped tight around it as their eyes met at the same time.

  Looking at Taylor, Payton prided himself in knowing that his cock was a few inches longer than Taylor’s, and he would prance around leaning his front and cock against Taylor’s ass cheeks, threatening to take that which he was going to take now.

  Taylor made up for a few inches because his cock was thick, and would fill Payton up inside, thinking about it now made him harder. He never thought he would want it any other way—having Taylor taking him, fucking him hard instead now of him ready to do the same thing.

  Payton sat down on his knees and aimed the head of his cock in the direction of Taylor’s pulsating hole. As Payton looked down he knew he had to have Taylor’s ass now. But once he entered him, he might not ever want to come out or go back to being a bottom.

  With the prize in sight, with one full stroke from the base to his tip, he took his cock in his hand and tunneled inside Taylor. Taylor let out a muffled cry as he clutched the pillow over his mouth and Payton swallowed hard and swiped his tongue over his bottom lip.

  Payton had plowed down to the base of Taylor’s ass, and he wasn’t about to move because he was finally inside the man he loved, the man he revered. Inside his husband, and he knew, or thought no one had been there lately but him.

  And it was the sweetest feeling of his life.

  “Your ass is perfect for my cock, Taylor. I love it. Why did you keep this from me? I didn’t know how perfect it was, and so tight. I have never had a feeling like this before.”

  Payton closed his eyes and rocked forward over and over in a slow grind against Taylor’s ass cheeks, hitting the warmth of the insides of Taylor’s body. Taylor worked his hips up and pushed his ass into Payton, with Payton taking everything Taylor was giving him.

  Leaning forward between Taylor’s legs with Taylor stroking his own dick against Payton’s stomach, Payton flicked his tongue over Taylor’s hard nub. Then he sucked his nipples hard, pounding into Taylor’s ass, as Taylor bit his bottom lip when the pain became excruciating as he begged for more.

  “Fuck me harder,” Taylor moaned out loud.

  Payton tunneled into him and hit deep inside and Taylor screamed Payton’s name.

  “Damn you, Payton. You’re fucking good.”

  “And that ass of yours is going to make me lose my mind. If I think anyone has been there after me, I don’t know what I’ll do.”

  “No one will ever be with me but you. Trust me, Payton. It’s only you.”

  And on those words, Payton pulled out and then pushed his dick deep inside to where his balls met Taylor’s ass, and that’s when Taylor’s come shot out in creamy ropes
on Payton’s chest and covered his as well. Then Payton looked down and with one more thrust his come gushed inside Taylor’s body in warm spurts then dripped out on Taylor’s ass cheeks onto Payton’s pubic hair.

  Chapter Five

  WHEN TAYLOR AND PAYTON woke from their embrace with Payton still hard and still inside Taylor, someone had been hammering on the door. “Just a minute,” Taylor shouted. And then he gazed around looking for a clock. It was late. He pushed Payton. “Wake up, I think it’s Max.”

  “Hell yes it’s Max. Open the door,” Max said hitting the door again.

  Taylor slipped into a robe he had hanging behind the door, and gestured to Payton who was half asleep. When Payton didn’t respond, he stepped over and pulled up the sheet over Payton, and then Taylor opened the door.

  “Wow, Taylor. You missed the whole fucking party. Damn, but it smells like sex in here.”

  Payton sat up grinning at Taylor and raking his fingers through his disheveled hair.

  Max looked at Taylor and then at Payton and said, “If my honeymoon goes as great as your makeup sex, or whatever the fuck you call it, then a wedding will have been worth it.”

  “It’s worth it, man. I’m happier now than I’ve ever been,” Taylor said as he sat near Payton and brushed his open palm over Payton’s hair making it look wild and sexier than before, Taylor thought looking down at Payton with a satisfied grin.

  “I just came to tell you that we’re off on our honeymoon. Jami is giving the babies a kiss and hug before we have to leave.”

  When Taylor looked up, standing with his arm on the door-jam with one leg crossed looking sexy as usual, Taylor thought, was Dylan. He took a deep breath and wondered what the fuck was he doing there, and he didn’t need this shit now that things appeared to be going good with him and Payton.

  Taylor hoped he would stay outside, but knowing Dylan he wouldn’t.

  Max turned to see what Taylor was looking at behind him. “Dylan. I thought you were waiting with Jami downstairs.”

  “I thought I would try to find you, Jami sent me,” Dylan said, his eyes settling on Taylor sitting next to an obvious naked Payton behind that sheet. “Jami said that he was ready to leave and I took all the pictures of him in his new designer clothes. I think Italian Vogue would like these pictures. After all he’s married to a very successful business man. And he has style and is a beauty.”

  Taylor remembered him saying the same thing about him years ago when he made a taxi stop on fifth avenue, where he jumped out and brought him to one of the most prestigious modeling agencies in Manhattan where Dylan worked as a young photographer.

  Taylor had been only eighteen and Dylan a few years older. About twenty-one.

  After Payton listened quietly to the discussion about Jami and Max, he sat up and placed his arms around Taylor and said, “How did you find Taylor’s room?” Payton had his eyes directed on Taylor. Taylor had beads of sweat falling from his forehead as Payton glanced at the both of them seeking an answer.

  Taylor hoped that he wouldn’t lie. But knowing Dylan, and how they departed last time they saw each other, anything would come out of his mouth.

  “I heard voices, and I followed where the voices were, and here all of you are. All of you. If I were you, I’d air out the room. It smells as if it had been shut up too long,” Dylan said looking at Taylor.

  “There’s nothing wrong with the air in this room. Except maybe there’s one person too many in here,” Payton said to Dylan. “It’s natural when two men who happen to be married and love each other choose to fuck each other’s brains out whenever and wherever they see fit and especially if it’s in one’s own room. That’s what you’re smelling, pure lust and sex,” Payton said as he targeted Dylan with a look and a smile.

  Max backed out of the room and reached for Dylan’s shirt and pulled him out into the hallway. Then Max stuck his head in with Taylor letting out a breath. “We have to be going and thanks again for the bachelor party, Payton, and you my friend, love you, Taylor,” Max said.

  Max blew a kiss to Taylor and Payton. He dragged a furious Dylan out and down the stairs as Taylor watched, and came back inside the room and closed the door.

  “Did you hear that arrogant little bastard?” Payton said.

  “Yes, I heard him. Don’t get upset. He’s just the fox and the grapes kind of guy.”

  “More like a bull in a china shop if you want to exchange metaphors,” Payton said. “Where the fuck did you meet him anyway? No, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know. I have a case that I need to work on tomorrow, and I can’t concentrate on that now. I’ll have to spend all Sunday writing my argument.”

  “Monday, I have to take over for Max. I promised him I would meet with his board while he was off on his honeymoon. His father is retiring soon, and he doesn’t have anyone he trust to man the helm for him in his absence. In other words, I will be in charge while he’s gone. I’ll be very busy and since you are too, I’ll have to work late at night until Max gets back. I hope you don’t mind,” Taylor said as he leaned over and kissed Payton.

  “How long is he planning on staying in Italy?” Payton asked.

  “No more than two weeks. Jami can’t stand to stay away from the babies any longer than that. Jami said he and Max might come back and they wouldn’t know him. And who knows what Paige and that sister of Jami’s will do in their absence.”

  “When can we adopt?”

  “What? Are you serious? What the fuck brought that on? Don’t drop that on me now.” Taylor stood and stumbled around the room holding onto the desk in front of him, but when he had gotten used to the ache in his ass, he began pacing up and down in front of the bed and around the bed then to the bookshelf and back to face Payton.

  “I thought you didn’t want to adopt. We haven’t been married but a few years and now you’re talking about the A word. I thought we would at least give ourselves five years. You’re just twenty-eight. And I’m thirty now. Maybe at thirty-five. We both have our law practices. One of us will have to give that up. I can’t. I’m a workaholic. I have to do something all the time.”

  “You don’t need the money. I do,” Payton said sitting up and locking eyes with Taylor.

  “What the fuck are you talking about? I give you all the money you need.”

  “That was before.”

  “Before what? Before you fucked me. Nothing’s changed. It doesn’t work that way. You knew I had more money than you. Why didn’t you say something then?”

  “What did you want me to say? You didn’t take no for an answer. You took me to your apartment after we had dinner. You knew what you were doing,” Payton said.

  “And you knew what you were doing. You could have said no. You wanted to be fucked. You wanted me to fuck you, and I did. I didn’t see you put up a struggle. You’re as big and strapping as I am.”

  Taylor turned and picked up one of his trophies and threw it at the wall. Then he walked to Payton whose eyes had narrowed in shock. Then he sat down near him. “What are we fighting over?”

  “You know, Taylor.”

  “I don’t. I really don’t.”

  “That fucking asshole named Dylan. We’re fighting because you’ve shown what he means to you. Ever since you saw him you’ve been nervous and not yourself.”

  “You said that you didn’t want to know about it,” Taylor stated directing his eyes at Payton.

  “Hell no. Not when we were getting ready to fuck. Who wants to hear about an old lover when you’re hot, and your dick is hard, and you need to fuck your husband? Especially since I’ve never been inside you, and we’ve been married two years, and I’ve just seen parts of your body I’ve only dreamed about. Taking you was amazing and it was as if I’ve never known you. The sex was hot. You’re exciting, and a mystery to me, and I can’t get enough of you, Taylor. You’ve done something to me and now I’m more jealous than before.”

  “You don’t have to be jealous. Have I ever treated you as if I didn’t love you
? You can’t answer that because you know I’ve never looked at anyone the way I look at you. Go ahead admit it, Payton.”

  PAYTON’S EYES LOOKED down and he searched for an answer and there was none. Taylor was right, Payton never had to doubt Taylor’s love for him not one minute, not one second from the time Taylor invited him out to dinner and brought him home with him that evening.

  The moment Payton stepped into Taylor’s apartment was the last time he went to his apartment except to gather his clothing. The next day he moved in with Taylor and it was the next day Taylor received a call from his college friend saying that he needed his expertise at his company.

  “Why are you packing?” Payton had asked Taylor when he saw the expression on his face.

  “I have to go to New York.”

  “For what?” Payton questioned lying in bed. “It’s Sunday. I thought we would go to the park, watch a game and then,” he waggled his eyebrows, “maybe fool around some. I could suck your cock. I hear I’m good at it. My favorite prosecutor will vouch for me. Go ahead interrogate me.”

  Payton was on his knees in the bed ready to step out when Taylor said, “There’s this job a friend of mine wants to hire me for.”

  Stepping on to the hardwood floor, Payton stood toe to toe with Taylor.

  “You bastard. You knew you were planning on leaving San Francisco, and you wanted a quick fuck, so why not the straight guy. What, you wanted to prove something to yourself. Yes, if it makes you feel better. Yes, I wanted you. I even thought that something was wrong with me for seeing a picture of you and masturbating to that picture. I’ve wanted to fuck you from the day I saw that picture in the papers. I voted for you for Christ’s sake. I never thought I would ever meet you, no less end up in your bed,” Payton said.

  “I’m sorry, Payton.”

  “Sorry isn’t good enough. You have me moving into your apartment. Was it because the lease wasn’t up and you didn’t want to pay extra for it?”