Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Owen
I squeeze my fist tighter, fucking my cock as the cold water beats down my back. It does nothing to calm the raging hard-on I woke up with. My dreams were littered with the bombshell sleeping in my living room. I shouldn’t have entertained her idea, given into her so-called favor. It took all my strength not to fuck her right then and there.
Peyton has to be the hottest woman I’ve ever encountered. Her long brunette hair that hangs in soft curls down her back, a tight ass I could make out from her leggings, and a plump chest I unashamedly ogled at before handing my jacket over. I’ve managed my bar for over fifteen years now and never seen a woman like that walk in. Perhaps I’m tempted because I know we shouldn’t be together, that everyone around us would frown upon it. Maybe it’s because I know her heart was just broken and she isn’t looking to get attached. That’s what made it more dangerous. I knew her offer had a time limit. And all I can think about since I woke up is her teasing promise to find some douche frat boy to fuck her and leave her unsatisfied today.
It should be me. I should be stretching that tight fucking pussy and filling it with my cum till it overflows. I groan, my cock throbbing as I come all over the tiled wall. My vision wavers, and I lean my head against my forearm on the wall as I try to catch my breath. I finish washing up and wrap the towel around my waist. Flinging the bathroom door open, I stare into the blue eyes of the woman I was just fantasizing about. Her gaze drags down the length of my body, and I almost harden again when she bites down on her luscious bottom lip.
She shifts her thighs and then shakes her head. “I have to pee. Move before I undo the knot shielding your dick.”
My dick perks up at the attention, approving the thought. He most definitely wants her to do it; then maybe she could slide to her knees and—I slam the door behind me and head back to my room. Locking it to keep out the vixen around the corner, I grab my jeans and t-shirt and throw them on before making my way to the kitchen. The snores from the living room tell me Brit is still asleep, so I opt for a simple breakfast of bagels for everyone.
Peyton joins me in the kitchen, grabbing my coffee from my hand and taking a sip. She scrunches her nose before handing it back.
“Not sweet enough.”
I smirk. “I have vanilla creamer in the fridge.”
Grabbing a mug from the cupboard, I pour the rest of the pot into it and set it to the side. She leans against the counter with me, teasing me with the same shirt from last night, but now she has leggings on.
“How was the rest of your night?” she asks, fixing her coffee how she likes.
“Restless.”
Peyton glances up at me. “Really? Why?”
I glide my tongue along the back of my teeth, staring at her. She watches me back over the rim of her cup, a faint smile curling her lips as she sips.
Shaking my head, I push a bagel and the tub of cream cheese to her. “Eat. You didn’t have much at dinner.”
She frowns at the food. “I wasn’t very hungry.”
“And now that you know the truth, it’s not gonna change anything if you starve yourself.”
With a sigh, she grabs the knife and lathers the toasted bagel with cream cheese and takes a bite. She holds it in front of my face, showing off as she chews with a mocking raised eyebrow.
“Good girl.”
Her cheeks flush, and she swallows, licking the corner of her mouth. “Thanks, Daddy. But I think I’ll take physical rewards, not praise.”
I grimace. “Don’t call me that, Peyton.”
She lets out a laugh. “That’s your limit?”
“Yeah. Reminds me I have a daughter your age and what I did to you last night.”
Peyton rolls her eyes. “Please, you didn’t do anything I wasn’t begging for. Actually, you did less than what I was asking for.”
I straighten up from where I’m leaning on the counter and stare down at her with crossed arms. “It still wasn’t right. You were emotionally vulnerable.”
She licks the cream cheese stuck to her thumb, looking up through fluttered eyelashes. “Do I seem better now? Because I would be down for a repeat.”
My cock hardens behind my jeans, and I blow out a breath, adjusting myself as discreetly as I can. She smiles in victory.
“Morning,” Brit groans, walking in with tousled hair, still in her pajamas. Peyton glances at her, moving a small step away from me. I hate that she does, but I hate myself even more for caring.
“Morning. I made you girls some bagels. I know it’s not anything special, but honestly, I can’t remember the last time I didn’t eat at the bar,” I say.
Brit frowns. “That can’t be healthy.”
“Well, I control the menu, so we have a good amount of options.” I pull up my shirt, flexing my muscles, and Brit grimaces further. “I work off anything else in the gym.”
“Ew, put it away,” she groans, walking over and grabbing a bagel, then sitting at the small square table against the wall. It only has two chairs, one for me and whatever random date I occasionally bring home.
Peyton sits across from her, stealing a few glances at me as we eat in silence. The phone Brit had set down on the surface starts vibrating violently. I watch as Peyton’s eyes narrow on it, then she focuses back on her food.
Brit gasps, reading something on the screen and dropping the bagel onto the plate. “W-what happened?” she whispers, her wide eyes on Peyton.
She shrugs. “What do you mean?”
Brit blinks, her hand trembling. “You broke up with Jacob? Why?”
Peyton turns her head to stare at the wall, facing away from both of us. “Because he cheated on me. He doesn’t even deserve for me to wait to break up in person.”
“He cheated?” Brit breathes out.
My heart hammers in my chest as I stare at my daughter. I’m not sure what I’m hoping for, maybe a confession or admission of guilt. Something that expresses how sorry she is, but they sit in silence, waiting for the other to speak.
Peyton shakes her head, licking her lips and then pushing off to stand from the table. “Anyway, I turned off my phone and I figured he would call you so I turned yours off too so we could all sleep in peace. If you want to reply to him, you can. But I won’t be. Actually, I would prefer it if we get ready and head into town.
Clearing my throat, I give them a weak smile. “I’m ready when you girls are.”
I grip the steering wheel tighter, watching them walk off. My gaze is trapped on the ass of the sexy brunette. Slumping into my seat, I wait as they disappear from view and remain parked. I took off the day from work, so I have nowhere else to be. They’re spending the day shopping, and I guess it’s supposed to last until the afternoon.
I don’t know how long I’m sitting there till the passenger door flings open. Peyton steps on the running board, staring at me expectantly. “Tell me right now that you’ll fuck me or I’m finding someone else.”
My heart sinks in my chest, and my mouth drops open. Her eyebrows raise, but I finally find my voice when she moves to shut the door.
“Get in the truck.” I glance over her shoulder, expecting my daughter to appear behind her.
“She’s getting her hair touched up. She thinks I’m getting waxed,” Peyton says with a smirk. She climbs in as I start my truck back up and pull out of the parking lot. Nerves course through me because I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t stop myself.
“You sure about this?” I ask, pulling onto the highway. There’s a diner right off the main route that has a long road behind it, blocked by trees. Everyone in town knows it’s a hookup spot, and the cops don’t care to bust anyone since it’s pretty secluded. “I just mean I’m kind of old for you.”
Peyton laughs, taking her sweatshirt off and tossing it to the floor. I turn up my heat, giving in to a quick glance of her as she lifts her hips and unbuttons her jeans, pushing them down. It leaves her in a t-shirt and panties again, and it’s quickly becoming my weakness.
“Who cares how old you are when you’re so fucking hot I get wet just looking at you.” She smirks.
My cock is hard. I’m surprised my zipper isn’t coming undone from the stretch of trying to keep him contained. I step on the gas pedal, speeding the last few minutes to the diner and pulling around back to park.
I slide the seat back, and lower the back rest while pushing my jeans to my knees. She shucks off her panties before climbing over the console and straddling my lap. I grip her bare ass, kneading her cheeks as she settles on my hard cock. The fact that I went without briefs today should be a sign I was ready to do this from the start.
Her wet heat rubs against my shaft, and I groan when she rocks her hips. I slide my hands under her shirt, unclipping her bra so I can palm her breasts without restraint. She lets out a small gasp when I twist her nipples, rolling the taut buds between my fingers. Peyton pulls her shirt and bra off, throwing them into the passenger seat.
My gaze drops to her perky tits and her dusky pink tips.
“Suck them, please,” she begs, and I pull one into my mouth without another thought. Her nails dig into my shoulder, and she lets out a sharp cry as her pussy spasms against my length, drenching me with her juices. My lips curl in amusement. The little minx is sensitive to nipple play, and that makes it all more fun because I love suckling on breasts.
I switch to the other tit, kneading them in my hands as she pants above me. It’s only a few moments before she’s so wet I can feel her leaking all over my lap. Letting go of her precious mounds, I tap her thighs so she’ll lift up, and I grab my dick.
“You know how to ride a cock, honey?”
She lines up her entrance to my tip and sinks down. I grip her hips and let her impale herself. Peyton’s eyes roll as she takes inch after inch. She pauses a few inches from my base.
“You’re really big,” she whispers.
I slide my thumb down to her clit, rubbing in slow circles. “We’ll make it fit. Let’s get you a little more relaxed for me.”
Peyton arches her chest, leaning back and grabbing the console and side of the car so I suck on her breasts as I play with her clit. I grab her hip and guide her to slide up and down a few times as her pussy grows wetter. When I feel her tight walls start to give way a bit more, I thrust up as her mouth drops open in a silent scream.
“There we go,” I grunt out, keeping her flush to my pelvis. “Look at you taking my entire cock.”
Her breasts quiver and her body trembles before she finally glances down.
“Oh god. It’s like you’re going to rip me in half.”
I chuckle. “You like it though, don’t you? You like feeling so full of my cock that I’m going to break your cunt.”
She clenches down on me, and I let out a small grunt. Peyton is so fucking tight, I’m sure my dick has lost all circulation and is simply being held up by her pussy. I rub her swollen bundle of nerves and she jerks once.
“You okay to move?” I ask.
She nods and leans forward to grab onto the seat by my shoulders. I can’t look away as she rides me, building up a pace that has me losing my breath. My hands slide to her waist, holding on limply as she bounces on my cock. I lift my eyes to her hooded stare, and I groan. My fingers twist her hair and I pull her to my mouth. Our kiss is sloppy as I thrust up into her, both of our movements frantic as our releases build.
“Come on, honey. Take my cum. Let me fill up your tight pussy,” I rasp against her lips. Peyton’s face twists in pleasure as her body shakes, her cunt pulsing around me as she comes. Her low drawn-out moan fans across my face and it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. I have no choice but to follow her over. My cock jerks inside her, dumping load after load of my cum. I’ve never come so hard, and it just keeps spilling. I feel our mess drip onto my lap as one final clench of her pussy milks the last few drops from my cock.
I squeeze my eyes shut briefly before cupping her face, tucking her hair behind her ear. “How you feel?”
Her smile stops my heart for a second. “Fucking fantastic.”
Laughing softly, I shake my head at her, then point my chin toward the glove box. “Reach over and grab some napkins from there. We need to clean up before we get caught.”
I slip out of her as soon as she climbs back into the passenger seat and I have the sudden urge to bury myself back inside her. I’ve never felt such a profound loss at not being connected to a person, and I’m honestly concerned for a second before I shove the feeling down deep. Peyton grabs handfuls from my stash of fast food napkins and passes some over to me as we clean ourselves up. We right our clothes, and I start my truck again.
“I didn’t think you would do it,” she mutters.
I glance over at her. “What?” A small smile is flirting on her lips.
“Last night when I kind of blackmailed you, I didn’t think you would do it.”
I grasp the steering wheel tighter, not willing to drive anywhere till we have this conversation. “I shouldn’t have.”
Her shoulders slump. “You regret it?”
“No, I just shouldn’t have touched you. You’re so much younger than me, my daughter’s best friend. I should have hesitated, said no or something. But I just… couldn’t. I wanted you too badly.”
“I wouldn’t spread the photos or videos of them.” Her voice is soft as if she’s afraid I won’t believe her. I lean over, squeezing her knee.
“I know.”