Page 48 of Tracking Payton
He leaned down taking a pert nipple into his mouth, flicking it gently with his tongue.
“Yes,” Payton mewed, sending his head into a tailspin. Her hands held the back of his head as if afraid he’d stop. Not a chance.
She became a wild cat in his arms. Her short nails raking down his back pulling him closer. Her breasts rocking against his mouth. Her strong muscular legs tightening around his waist with every flick of his tongue. He wondered if he could make her come just by doing this.
Payton suddenly pulled back panting. Her nipple slipping free of his lips. For a second, he feared he was moving too fast, and she was going to stop this. It’s what they should do even if he didn’t want to.
Payton surprised him by falling forward and kissing and nibbling his ear. His eyes practically rolled into the back of his head. Fuck that was hot.
Her hot little tongue trailed down to his neck then she gave him playful little nips. He clutched her closer to him returning the gesture. Her moans and sighs guiding him to what she liked most.
She loved when he stroked his thumb behind her ear as he nibbled the chord of her neck. Payton sighed in ecstasy when he tilted her chin back and kissed down her throat.
What really drove her wild and had her squirming was when he plucked her nipples. They were so sensitive. Hard as diamonds. He could suck on them for hours. He’d always thought of himself as an ass man. Don’t get him wrong, Payton had a hell of an ass, but her tits were something else. He’d never been with a woman that had breasts as sensitive as her. Now he was hooked worse than an addict.
What they were doing was so very wrong, but he was beyond caring anymore. “Tell me you want this.” If she had any reservations, he would pull away and lock himself in his room. He’d call Colin and have him take over safeguarding Payton while he worked on the drive.
It was something he should have been more insistent on from the beginning, but he’d stupidly thought he could resist Payton. This had always been inevitable being alone together.
And right now he didn’t care. His only focus was the woman in his arms. “Payton,” he groaned her name. He was slipping down the abyss and if she didn’t want this, now was the time to speak.
“I want this. I want you,” she rushed out in one breath. Her head was thrown back, her hair in disarray. Her breasts were red from his play. He ran a hand over his face noting the sharp stubble. It had been a few days since he’d last shaved. Damn, he should have taken better care or better yet not touch her at all. What the hell was he doing? This was Payton Weber. Nick would kill him if he ever found out.
Payton sensed a change in him. She gripped his face in both hands and forced him to look at her. “Don’t do it. Don’t you dare stop now. I want this. I want you.”
“But Payton…” His hands tightened around her waist. He was so torn. Did he push her off or pull her closer?
Payton took the reins. She pressed her forehead against his. “No. No Payton, no buts. I have wanted this for so long, Alex. Don’t make me wait anymore. I’m not asking for promises. I just want here and now.” She kissed his cheek. “Make love to me.”
Once again, his resistance crumbled. He was no stronger than a row boat in a hurricane.
“Payton,” he whispered her name as he cupped her face. His thumb stroking across her cheek. Her eyes fluttered closed.
He placed soft gentle kisses along her cheek and the tip of her nose before settling over her lips. Payton opened eagerly for him. Her fingers ran through his hair then down to clutch his back. She started tugging his shirt up, but he pulled back. A look of hurt crossed her face.
“Not here. I want our first time in a bed.” Especially for everything he had planned for her. He wanted a soft comfortable place. Not the hardwood floor in the living room.
A broad smile crossed her face as she nodded.
Alex didn’t hesitate a moment longer. In one fluid motion he was up on his feet with a squealing Payton wrapped around him like a monkey on a tree branch. He didn’t mind it at all. “I gotcha, baby girl,” he promised. He’d never let her fall. Unable to resist temptation, he ran an appreciative hand over her ass. An ass he’d fantasized about too many times to count.
“I know you do,” Payton purred, her arms wrapping around his neck and giving him a siren’s smile.
Alex couldn’t get to Payton’s room fast enough. He wasn’t about to defile Nick’s daughter in his own bed. He did have some morals. Alex set her on the bed gently as if she were more precious than the finest china. But that was where his gentleness ended.
He shucked off his clothes as if they were on fire. Payton’s eyes lit up with interest as he revealed his muscular torso. She licked her lips when he dropped his shorts and boxers. He groaned when his cock was finally free of being strangled in his shorts. The cool air did nothing to diminish his interest.
He stroked a hand over his cock, trying to relieve some of the pressure.
“Let me touch it,” she begged, her eyes half hooded, her cheeks flushed.
It was a request he couldn’t resist. He jutted his hips, thrusting his cock out at her. Payton scooted to the end of the bed, still fully dressed. Though her breasts were completely hanging out of her shirt. She stared at it at first. Mesmerized, as if she’d never seen a cock before.
He glanced down at himself. It wasn’t like he made a study of other men’s junk, but he thought he was pretty average. Maybe just above.
Had she? She wasn’t an expert kisser. Perhaps that was all she’d done. Some kissing and petting. Perhaps he was moving too fast. Alex was about to change tactics when her hand wrapped around him and tugged.
She almost pulled too hard and dropped him to his knees—and not in a good way. “Easy, tiger.” He placed his hand over hers and eased her grip. Much better. He showed her what he liked. Sliding her hand up and down.
