by Lane Hart
But when I flatten my palms on his stomach that’s so hard and defined I can feel the contours of his washboard abs through two layers of his clothing, they don’t do what my brain instructed them to do. It’s not their fault for getting the message confused while touching not just any man but one built to perfection.
“So, what’s it going to be, Peyton? Should I stay, or should I go?” he asks, weakening my knees with the use of my name.
Gathering my nerve, I glance up at Dalton’s handsome face. He lifts a single blond eyebrow at me and says, “Want me to answer that question for you?”
“No false pretenses or…or thefts this time?” I question him.
“All I want to take is your breath away when I’m buried deep inside of you,” he replies, which is the perfect response to snap the last shred of my hesitancy. Possibly my dignity too, but at the moment, the only thing I want is for him to fulfil that exact goal.
Grabbing one of my hands from his stomach, Dalton guides it lower to the hard bulge in the front of his jeans and says, “If you need proof that I wasn’t lying last night or right now about wanting you, here it is. You remember rubbing up on him, don’t you? He sure as fuck remembers you. There’s no faking a hard cock.”
God yes, I remember. How could I forget?
“Now answer my question, Peyton,” he demands, using his grip on the top of my hand to squeeze his shaft.
“Stay,” I say so softly I’m not even sure if Dalton heard. But before I can speak the single word again, his mouth is crashing down on mine, his tongue forcing its way past the seam of my lips to get to my own. The unexpected kiss is as hot and fierce as the one last night, demanding my full attention.
Dalton’s rough hands tightly grasp the sides of my waist then move up to cup my breasts through my shirt. Each of his hands grip the opposite sides of the fabric and jerk, ripping the material apart down the middle and sending buttons flying through the air.
He attacks me like…like a savage right there in the middle of my kitchen! And it’s so hot, I nearly combust.
The next thing I know, my suit pants are ripping at the zipper seam and then those magical fingers of his are plunging down the front my panties, searching, possessing, owning me.
“I hate you,” I murmur against his lips while shoving the leather cut off his shoulders, in a hurry to get him undressed.
Pulling back to look at me with a smirk, his fingers never missing a single thrust in and out of my panties, Dalton asks, “Why? Because you went for a ride on my tongue and it felt so good you never want to get off?”
“Yes,” I answer on a gasp when he strokes that powder keg inside of me so damn good.
“Just wait until your pussy gets a taste of my cock,” he says as his lips, tongue, and teeth come down to devour my neck. “You’ll spend the rest of your life on your back with your legs spread, begging me to come inside of you again.”
I don’t doubt his arrogance one bit, not after how much he made me feel in so little time last night. That’s why I want him so badly. I know sex with Dalton will be incredible. At the moment, I really wish someone, anyone other than the smug thief could turn my world upside down, but it looks like I’m stuck with him.
I finally manage to get his t-shirt over his head and then my palms are splayed on his smooth, bare chest. My hands soak up the warmth of his skin while I inhale his masculine cologne and leather scent as I caress his defined pecs. Moving down, I count an eight, not six, pack of rolling abs.
It’s not fair. He’s too damn hot to resist.
“Oh, god,” I moan, having to grip his shoulders to hold myself up when his fingers become the best and worst thing that have ever happened to me. He plays me like a musical instrument he mastered a long time ago.
Dalton’s arm goes around my back to pull me flush against his hard body when my thighs tense.
“Ohhh,” I groan through the trembling waves of pleasure before I bite down on the sexy man’s shoulder to see if his body is as delicious as he looks. And it is. Dalton’s salty skin makes me think of something else on his body I wouldn’t mind putting in my mouth. Once I get a taste of him, it’s like I can’t stop. I lick and suck my way up his neck then shove my fingers through his messy blond hair to tilt it to the side to keep at it.
“Fuck, you’re a ferocious little sex kitten when you’re horny,” Dalton mutters.
“Shut up and take off your pants,” I tell him since mine are already around my knees.
“Pants? Where we’re going, we don’t need…pants,” he says in what I’m guessing is a horrible imitation of Doc from Back to the Future. It’s so bad it almost makes me put the brakes on this whole scene. Almost.
“Oh, my god. Do you ever stop running your mouth?” I pull back to look up at him while still gripping his stupid, soft, and perfect hair.
His hands work diligently on getting his belt undone and then it’s just a matter of popping a button and lowering the zipper on his jeans. Once that’s taken care of, he grabs my chin between his fingers and says, “I want to fuck this angry little mouth of yours so damn much. But I’m afraid you really might bite my dick off after the way you were chomping down on my neck.”
When I start to give him an indignant response, the jerk slams my jaw closed again.
“No, this time I’m gonna eat your pussy inside out instead,” he says, using his free hand to jerk my panties down my legs. “Bet you won’t have any more complaints about my mouth when you’re coming on my face again.”
Before I can finish taking a breath to respond, Dalton is on his knees with his nose and mouth pressed between my legs, stroking his hot, wet tongue back and forth rapidly over my clit before he wiggles the entire thing right up inside of me.
“Holy shit!” I exclaim, clutching at his shoulders to keep myself upright. My eyes roll back in my head and then I give myself over to the foul thief. He could do anything he wants to me right now and I would gladly let him.
Dalton gives me two earth-shattering orgasms, one right after another, with his tongue, while his hand dives into his open jeans and starts stroking his shaft. It’s so hot, watching him jerk off, that I come again before he pulls his mouth off of me and gets to his feet.
He pulls off his shoes to remove his jeans all the way, leaving him standing completely naked in front of me. Reaching into a pocket of his pants still in his hand, Dalton retrieves a foil wrapper and then tosses the denim aside. He opens the condom with trembling hands like he’s so turned on he can’t control himself.
“Hurry up,” I tell him while I strip all the way out of the rest of my clothes.
The jackass lifts a single menacing blond eyebrow at me before he stalks toward me like I’m about to pay for that demand. All the while, his right hand is stroking his condom-covered shaft, making it impossible to look away.
“You like bossing people around, telling them what to do, don’t you?” he asks, just as he reaches around to grab both of my ass cheeks and haul me up his spectacular hard body as if I weigh nothing. I wind my arms around his neck and legs around his waist, too busy wiggling against his hard cock that’s nestled between our bodies to worry about being too heavy for him to hold.
“But when we’re fucking, I’m the one who calls the shots,” he growls before his teeth nip at my neck. “I’ll give you my cock when I damn well please, woman. First, I want you to beg me for it.”
Scoffing, I tell him, “I’m not begging you for anything.”
Lifting my ass up higher, demonstrating just how strong he is, he impales me on just the crown of his cock, making me gasp at the invasion. He’s so thick and perfect and I need more. But the jackass holds me in place with a show of immense strength, refusing to give me another inch.
“Keep squirming. If you want more, you have to say the magic words,” he tells me, trying to sound tough, even though his jaw is ticking and there’s sweat beading on his forehead. He needs more just as much as I do, and if he doesn’t put me down soon, he may drop me
.
“Fuck you,” I huff.
“Not yet.”
He pulls me completely off of his cock and then lowers me, so that my slit strokes all the way up and down the outside of his length, and more importantly, his hard shaft presses on my clit. My hips dip to try and take him inside of me. Of course, the jerk won’t allow that, though.
“Say it,” he demands through gritted teeth.
“Fuck me,” I tell him, but he only keeps up the teasing until my head falls back on a moan. “Oh god. Please…please, fuck me,” I moan, saying the words before I can even stop myself. My head pops back up and my eyes widen as I look at him in shock.
“I knew you would break,” the bastard says with a smirk. Then he lowers me all the way down on his cock until I bottom out.
“Dalton!” I cry out on a gasp.
Before I have time to adjust to his immense size, he slams my back against the closest wall, invading me so deeply I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to forget he was there. I’m so unbelievably full that I can’t breathe, and that’s probably why it takes me several minutes to realize my fingernails are digging violently into Dalton’s back. He doesn’t seem to mind, his thoughts and movements forceful and urgent, like they’ve been flipped to autopilot, focused on the primal urge to pump his hips, driving me literally up the wall.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I scream with each and every hard thrust as I slam my eyes shut to chase yet another orgasm. I need it so bad that my lower belly cramps. “Harder!” I demand, whimpering when the pressure inside me builds and builds. I’m so close I can almost touch the pleasure, if he would just pick up the pace!
“Fuck!” Dalton shouts when he pounds me into the wall one last time, his steely length finally hitting the perfect spot to set off the fireworks behind my closed eyelids. My inner walls spasm around his shaft at the exact same moment he swells, and I feel his hot, pulsing release, even through the condom.
It is hands down the best sex of my life. There’s not even a close second with my ex, or anyone else I ever dated. Knowing it was with an outlaw sobers me up pretty fast, even though the happy tingly ruminants of repeatedly orgasming continue to flood the majority of my body and mind.
“I-I…” I try to speak, but there’s not enough air in my still recovering lungs.
“What, what is it?” Dalton asks from where his face is buried in my neck while he pants heavily, blowing his warm breath over my skin.
“I want to hate you,” I tell him. “But it’s hard, after that.”
“I want to hate you too. I think you made my back bleed,” he says with a deep chuckle that makes his softening cock twitch inside of me. “But I sure do love your pussy.”
When he pushes away from the wall, with me still hoisted in his arms, I ask, “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m taking you to bed,” he replies simply as he starts down the hallway. “I’m not leaving until we do that a few more times.”
Chapter Seven
Dalton
I love sex just as much as the next guy.
And while I can easily go all night, I usually get my fill with the club sluts after a quick blowjob and standard doggy style fuck before I thank them and send them on their way. The girls get the job done, but I have the feeling they enjoy the sex more than I do.
Over the years, getting laid at the clubhouse has become so routine that the names and faces of the girls barely even register. Each night is like every other—they go down on me then get on their hands and knees. It’s like living in a factory of cookie-cutter fucks. It’s easy and convenient, sure, just never all that exciting.
“God, yes! Fuck me harder. Yes, harder, jackass! Fuck me…fuck me like an animal!”
See, that’s not a phrase I’m used to hearing during sexy time. So, when Peyton is facedown, ass up on her bed, telling me how she wants me to do her, I can’t wait to fulfill her request.
Grabbing both of her wrists, I pin her arms to her lower back with one of my hands while shoving my cock into her deeper, harder, faster until she’s no longer capable of saying words, only incoherent cries and animalistic sounds.
“Is this how you wanted it last night in the parking garage?” I ask her when my other hand jerks on her blonde hair and wraps it tightly around my fist, so that I’m now controlling every inch of her beautiful, curvy body.
“Yea-yesss!” she exclaims between the wet slapping sounds of our bodies colliding. She’s so turned on. And for once in my life, I would love to ditch the condom, so I can feel her hot, slippery flesh tightening around my thrusting cock.
“I’m coming! I’m coming!” she shouts, like the pleasure is taking her by surprise, before her pussy clamps down on me so hard my entire body shudders.
Fuck, it’s good. I pound into her through the spasms until I can’t hold off even a second longer.
“Wow,” Peyton mutters into the pillow her face is burrowed in. “I’ve never got off during…”
“Seriously?” I ask before I pull out and throw myself down on the mattress beside her, too exhausted to even take care of the condom right this second.
“Yeah,” she answers from where she’s stretched out on her stomach, arms clutching the pillow under her head with her face turned toward me. “I’m sure those two times were just a fluke, though. There’s no way you could pull off a hat trick.” The corners of her lips lift into a taunting smirk.
Giving her ass a swift slap with my palm that makes her yelp, I tell her, “Wanna bet? Roll over so that I can prove you wrong.”
And I do, over and over again, until the last round when Peyton is riding my cock. She gets off the final time with a shout of my name before she falls forward on my chest.
“Peyton?” I ask after a few minutes when she doesn’t move or make a sound. She doesn’t give a response, having passed out with me still buried inside of her.
I don’t mind. Especially when the sweat on my skin starts to cool. It’s like I have a Peyton blanket on me. And she smells so damn good too, like me and peaches all mixed together. I press my nose into her hair where the scent is the strongest, imagining her naked and sudsy, alone in her shower with her face tilted up, running her fingers through her long, damp locks. If I were capable of getting hard again, I’m certain I would just at the image of water cascading down her tits and the nice, round swell of her ass.
The only thing that would make that fantasy even better is if I were in her shower too, pressing the front of her body into the shower wall while fucking her from behind and…washing her hair with peach shampoo?
Jesus. I think Peyton really did fuck my brains out because I have never gotten turned on thinking about shampoo before. I’m starting to worry that from now on, just coming into contact with a can of peaches might make my dick hard.
How is that possible after one damn night?
Well, two, if you count making out with her yesterday in the parking garage. She smelled delicious then too, but it wasn’t as nice and strong as it is here, lying in her bed.
For hours, I lay there awake, underneath her while she sleeps on top of me, stroking her hair and the soft skin of her back. It’s the most non-sexual contact I think I’ve ever had with another person, and it’s…really nice.
And exactly why I never let women linger around after we screw.
I don’t need or want to think about them as anything but a good time, and it’s hard to do that when they become warm, cozy Peyton blankets for hours.
I’m sure it’s just all the endorphins she got flowing through me that’s making me want to cling to her for as long as I can.
While I was pretty sure I could get Peyton naked, I had no idea how damn good the sex would be. She seemed timid and self-conscious when we met at the bar, but once she got angry and wound up, she turned into a little sex kitten.
The woman dug her claws in me, literally, and gave me a night I know I won’t ever be able to forget, no matter how hard I try.
As crazy as it sounds, I alr
eady want to see her again, and I haven’t even left yet.
The question is, will Peyton want to see me again? I guess that depends on whether or not she wakes up as the uptight agent or the feisty sex kitten.
Trying to figure out how to make sure it’s the latter is what keeps me up for a few more hours…until Peyton eventually squirms off of me in her sleep, leaving me cold and feeling empty. Too bad I couldn’t keep her there all night.
But maybe there is a way to make her stay in bed with me in the morning…
Peyton
I wake up with my arms stretched out over my head and a tongue between my legs. My thighs fall open wider with my full permission and approval, even though the muscles are all tight from one hell of a workout last night.
“God, I love it when you do that,” I moan as my back arches and I blink my eyes open to watch Dalton’s talented mouth fuck me. He lifts his face just long enough to flash me a grin and say, “Pussy—the breakfast of champions,” before he gets back to work.
I want to reach down and run my fingers through his messy, sexy blond hair that looks like a halo on the Angel of Orgasms in the morning light…but I can’t pull my arms down.
“What the—” I ask, as I twist my neck around to see the handcuffs hanging from one of the slits in the top of the headboard.
I hear and feel the vibration of Dalton’s chuckles when he realizes I’ve finally figured out he restrained me in my sleep.
“Next time you use them on me, I better at least get a blowjob out of it,” he tells me. My thoughts are still circling back to the phrase next time when the tip of his tongue circles my clit and his finger plunges in and out of me until nothing else in the world matters.
“Yes! Yes! AHHH!” I scream as my release ripples through my body and shakes me to my core.
“Damn, your pussy is so juicy and sweet,” Dalton says as he kisses his way up my body, giving each of my nipples a morning tongue bath before he sits up on the side of the bed naked…to start getting dressed. He stands up and pulls on his jeans, which gives me a good view of the red streaks running through his Savage Kings tattoos on his back. “Well, it’s been fun, but I’ve got to run.”