He batted his eyelashes and shrugged.
I just laughed and rolled my eyes.
Peyton kissed my neck, then gently tugged my shoulder so I rolled on my back. Settling over me, he found my mouth, and we made out like we had all the time in the world. We did have all the time in the world, but goddammit, I wanted his cock… but his mouth was amazing… but I wanted…
“Fuck me, dammit,” I demanded breathlessly.
His eyebrows jumped, but then he grinned. “Turn over.” He opened the lube bottle. “Gotta get you ready.”
For all he hadn’t been able to resist grabbing me and kissing me in the kitchen, and for all he’d gone straight to going down on me once we’d made it into bed, Peyton took his sweet time now. And I didn’t think it was just because he had a big cock andneededto make sure I was well-prepped, or even because he was a relentless tease—no, he was clearly enjoying himself, too. Especially when he molded himself to my back and started fingering me while he kissed up and down my neck.
“Touch yourself,” he murmured in my ear as he finger-fucked me slowly.
I squirmed in his arms. “I’m afraid I’ll come.”
He nibbled my earlobe. “If you come, then I’ll just have to turn you on all over again.”
I was imagining this, wasn’t I? I was lost in a fantasy, lying alone in my bed with my hand on my dick and my head full of the most deliciously pornographic thoughts of Peyton and?—
“Ooh, yeah,” I moaned as he crooked a finger just right inside me. I clawed at the edge of the mattress. “Fucking hell. I haven’t… I haven’t done anything for you, though.”
“Oh, baby.” He kissed my neck, his beard scuffing against my shoulder. “You’re naked in bed and begging for my dick.” He started moving his fingers a little faster. “Trust me—you’ve done plenty.”
I bit my lip and shivered. “Won’t… Won’t say no to blowing you, though.”
He groaned softly. “I’m definitely looking forward to fucking that beautiful face.”
Jesus Christ. His dirty mouth was just…fuuuck.
“Right now, though,” he went on, his voice husky with need, “I want your ass.”
I rocked back against him, urging him on. “Good thing I love bottoming then, eh?”
“Mmhmm. Very good thing.” He bit my shoulder—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make me gasp. “We’ll have to be more careful once you’re skating with the team again,” he whispered. “So you’re not sore.”
I bit my lip and arched against him.
“For right now, though?” The grin in his voice made my dick even harder. “I can rail you until neither of us can move.”
“Fuck…” The word tumbled off my lips. “You have… the dirtiest mouth.”
“Is that a problem?”
“Uh-uh. Keep… Keep up the good work.”
He huffed a warm laugh across the side of my neck. Then he added a second finger inside me as he started kissing beneath my hairline.
I had to stop stroking myself. I desperately wanted the friction, but any more of that and I was going to come. “Damn it, Peyton…”
He laughed again. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. But would you just fuck me already?”
I was sure he’d tease me for another hour or three just to drive me insane. To my surprise, though, he kissed my shoulder as he slipped his fingers free. “I would love to.”
“Oh God,” I moaned.
He dropped another kiss on my shoulder, then whispered, “I want you to ride me.”
