I kissed her shoulder and closed my eyes, unsure of how I felt but knowing that this couldn’t be our only night.
Chapter Thirteen
Payton
A fingerslowly circled around my nipple. At first I thought I was dreaming, that the sensation and the response of my body were the result of some fantastical dream, but then the fingers gently pinched and my eyes fluttered open. Another hand had crept under my side and was stroking the soft mound between my legs. I became more aware of the warm body behind me and the hard cock pressed against my ass, the wetness between my legs.
Somehow Owen had turned me into a needy puddle of want and desire while I had been sleeping. He sucked and bit my neck, one nimble finger finding my clit and lightly rubbing it. I pushed back against his cock and urged my brain to catch up. We’d had sex, amazing, orgasm filled sex and he used the biggest cock I’d ever been acquainted with to fill me to the hilt. My head should’ve been riddled with questions about what would happen next and how we’d be friends, but instead it was letting my body take over. And my body had only one request: sex.
“Are you awake?” he said, a whisper against my neck.
“I think so,” I said, only cognizant of his fingers on my nipple and finger on my clit.
“I want to make you come and then fuck you. Can I do that? Do you want me to fuck you?”
His words, those quietly spoken, dirty words, brought me closer to the edge. I managed to nod, my legs going rigid which was my tell that I was about to come.
“Need your words, Payts. If you want me in you, tell me,” he said. His fingers left my nipple and slipped between him and my ass, one pressing at my pussy. “You’re so tight and swollen. Your cunt feels incredible around my dick.”
“In me,” I said, a finger pushing inside to that spot I’d once considered a myth until I learned more about the use of vibrators. “I want your dick in me.”
“You have to come for me first. Are you going to come on my hand?” He pressed down on my clit and I started to spasm, my pussy pulsating, my hips jerking.
He pulled his finger out and started to push his cock inside, moving my top leg back and over him. There was a pinch of pain as he moved inside me, stretching me around him. I touched my tits and found my nipples like diamonds.
“How do I feel?” I said as he sunk deeper. He was going slowly, lazily, holding my hip so he could manoeuvre me and I felt wanton, needed.
“Like fucking heaven,” he said. “You’re soaked. When I woke up I had my hands on your tits and my cock was almost in you already. I don’t think my body’s going to want to give you up. You were already wet.” He pulled out and I keened at the loss of him and then he began to move my hips and his into a rhythm, shallow gentle strokes that teased the sweetest spot inside me. “Can I come in you again?”
“Yes,” I said, barely able to breathe, let alone speak. He moved a little harder, his body tensing and stretching longer. My legs were spread wider, one backwards over his so he could go deeper. “I want you to fill me up.”
He kept moving inside me, moving my hips to suit his rhythm and I felt as if I was being thoroughly fucked. I cared about nothing else at this point, just the pleasure between my legs, the man behind me giving me his cock and his dirty words, telling me what he was feeling, what else he wanted to do to me, how my pussy was his and no one else’s and I didn’t want to argue or disagree.
When I came it crept up on me, slight tremors that became an earthquake and my body became vulnerability portrayed. My breasts thrust out and my movements were at the convenience of the man behind me. His cock grew harder and I felt it pulse as he began to come, hot jets of semen shooting up, saturating me. I felt his teeth on my shoulder as he stilled and a hand moved onto my breast, cupping it.
My heart rate hadn’t come down any: it still stabbed my chest, my breaths deep and hard. “I want to fall asleep with you in me,” I said. “But I should get up and use the bathroom.”
“Wait a few minutes,” he said, tucking me in closer, kissing my neck. “This doesn’t count as morning. It’s not light yet.”
I laughed quietly, holding his arms so he held me harder. “I don’t want it to be morning. This feels too good.”
“That’s the idea,” Owen said, his words whispers in the silence of the night. “I make you feel good.”
“I want you to feel good too.”
“I think the evidence of that is about to spill out of you.”
My laugh this time was louder, which did create more wetness on my thighs. He had softened inside me and I knew I had to move.
When I returned from the bathroom, feeling sore and wondering if I was walking like I’d been riding a large stallion for a week straight, he was lying on the bed, eyes open, sheets mussed around his middle and his chest exposed. We hadn’t closed the curtains because there was really no need and I liked being able to see the city lights in the distance, reminding me that someone was always awake in the world.
“You’re awake still,” I said softly, taking in my fill of him in case this was the last time I saw him in my bed. “I thought you’d have fallen asleep.”
“I wanted you here first.” He moved the sheets back so I could slip in next to him, exposing more of his body. His abs were defined, strong, and his chest was sculpted. Muscles contoured his thighs and his cock was still long and thick as it rested next to his thigh. His chuckle was proud and boastful as he caught me staring. “If you take photos, I’ll charge.”
I shot round to the bed, remembering that I was naked too, every unwanted bump and bulge on display. He kept the covers down as I tried to pull them back up and hide.
“Payton, you’re gorgeous.”
