Any teasing I might’ve had about his cheesy lines died away because I was too turned on to think of anything except doing exactly what he said. Especially since this meant I could finally do something for him. Somehow, I managed, “Then get on your back.”
He kissed my shoulder again, then pulled away. My back and shoulders were suddenly cool with the absence of his skin against me, and I almost whined in protest except I knew he was positioning himself so I could take him.
I was unsteady all over, so turned on I was shaking, but I managed to get up and straddle his powerful hips.
He gazed down at us, eyes full of lust and hunger. “Oh, fuck…” His eyes flicked up to meet mine, and I had to literally bite back a whimper. He’d been sexy before—naked, hard, and turned on within an inch of his life?Perfect.
I lifted myself up a little, and he steadied his cock as he guided me down. He felt even thicker than he looked, and I had to ease down slowly in order to take him comfortably.
Peyton didn’t rush me at all. He just stared at me, and at us, heavy-lidded eyes on fire with desire and wonder. When I’d taken enough of him, he let go of his dick and started stroking mine, quickly bringing me back to full attention.
“Fuck,” I whimpered. “Oh, fuck…”
“You are so hot,” he breathed. “And so…” He closed his eyes and arched under me. “Sotight.”
Somewhere in my brain was a comment about how with a cock like his, tight was probably the default. The words didn’t make it to my tongue, though, because that cock moving inside me had absolutely erased my ability to speak.
Slowly, I relaxed enough to take him easily, and then I was riding him, falling into a perfect steady rhythm. He matched my strokes, too, pushing up when I came down, and the absolute bliss was beyond intoxicating.
“Avery,” he whispered. “Look… Look at me.”
I hadn’t even realized I’d closed my eyes until I opened them, and when I gazed down at him, all my own desire and arousal looked right back up at me. My God, he was so gorgeous.
He curved his hand behind my neck just like the first time he’d kissed me, and he pushed himself up on one elbow as he drew me down to him. We made out, and we rocked together, and my touch-starved sensessangas Peyton held me close and moved inside me. I wanted him thrusting—pounding into me so hard I couldn’t catch my breath—but this was sexy and hot and amazing. His firm grip on my neck. Our fluid, easy motions. The way his cock stretched me. Hiskiss.
Was this even real? I’d been so convinced I didn’t have a chance with him—that any chance I’d ever had was dead and gone—but here he was. Here we were.
“Let me get behind you,” he mumbled against my lips. “I want to fuck youhard.”
I damn near came, shuddering on top of him as I tried to find my breath. “Yes.Please.”
We shifted positions, and I gripped handfuls of the sheets as Peyton guided himself to me. He had a hand on the small of my back, and he swore as his dick slid back in.
“This view is incredible,” he slurred. “My God, you have the most gorgeous ass…”
I bit my lip, rocking back against him. I couldn’t speak. I felt too damn good. Too damn turned on. Too ready to just lose my mind and come.
Somehow, I did find my voice: “Thought… Thought you wanted to fuck me hard.”
“Mmhmm, I do.” He curved his hands over my hips. “Just making sure I don’t hurt you.”
“You’re not gonna—oh myGod!”
He wasn’t kidding about harder. He slammed into me, driving himself as deep as I could take him and knocking me forward with every thrust. My elbows gave, and I dropped onto my forearms. Fine—that freed up one hand to pump myself, and everything turned white. I distantly heard myself pleading for more, more, more. I didn’t even know if I wanted it faster, harder, deeper, just that I wanted…more.
“Peyton…” I whined. “God, please…”
“You’re gonna make me come so hard,” he ground out. “Holy fuck, I’m—oh, yeah.” His fingers bit into my hips, probably bruising, and he pulled me back against himself every time he thrust in. “Jesus Christ, Avery, I’m—” Then he shuddered, forcing his cock as deep as he could, and he held my ass against him while he trembled and roared.
With a shuddering sigh, he slumped over me, relaxing his grip as he panted hard against my sweaty back.
I closed my eyes, drunk on his pleasure as much as my own. He’d fucked me as close to oblivion as I could get without coming, and I was trembling as if Ihadcome.
“Oh my God,” he murmured. “I knew sex with you would be good, but…” He trailed off into a happy sigh.
Before I could speak, Peyton carefully pulled out, making me whimper in protest.
Then he had me on my back, flipping me over so fast I didn’t even realize what had happened until I was, for the second time, fucking his eager mouth. His fingers pushed into my well-fucked ass, and he didn’t hold back at all. He fingered and blew me for all I was worth, and I was already so close that it took under a minute for him to send me careening over the edge, shaking and shouting as I came in his eager mouth.
