Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Owen
I watch TV, not retaining anything happening on the screen as I wait for the minutes to pass. It’s an idiotic, foolish craving to want to fuck her again, but I can’t help myself. I had a taste of her sweet pussy, and I am gone for her. Licking my lips, I glance at my phone and blow out a breath when I see it’s after midnight.
When I open my door, the apartment is quiet as I walk down the hallway. Peyton looks up at me when I enter the living room, the soft glow of her phone shutting off as she sets it down. My gaze shifts to Brit’s sleeping form, and I walk to the other side, holding my hand out for Peyton.
She smirks, her fingers curling around mine before yanking me to her. I stumble, barely catching myself from falling onto her on the couch. She cups my face, her lips attacking mine in the next second. I grip her hip, lay over her and drop my weight to push her into the cushions as we kiss. Her legs open, cradling my hips as I rock against her center. I’m already hard as fuck for her, but being so close has me desperate for more.
“Let’s go to my room,” I say against her mouth.
Peyton arches into my hold as my hand slides under her shirt, and I palm her breast. “Or you can just fuck me here. And then we can move to your room.”
My cock throbs, knowing I shouldn’t indulge her request. She wants the risk of getting caught, and it’s shameful that the thought turns me on as well. I stare down at her; the challenge lingering in her eyes as she rubs her cunt against me.
“Fuck it,” I growl. I push her panties to the side, shoving two of my fingers into her. Peyton claps her hand over her mouth as I pump them hard, stretching her as much as I can before I impale her with my cock. “You gotta relax, honey. Or I’m gonna have to force you to take it.”
She nods frantically. “Make me take it, please. ”
I kneel back, yanking her panties off and then grabbing her hips to lift her pussy to my face. Peyton bites down on her pillow as I devour her cunt, lapping at her juices and circling her clit with my tongue. When she’s drenched my face, I let her open legs fall onto my thighs and shove my pants down to free my thick, hard cock. Squeezing her ass, I scoot down on the lounge cushion and open her legs further so I can settle between them. I surge forward into her and pull her back towards me at the same time. Her chin presses into her chest and my tip rubs against the top of her walls. Peyton’s legs tremble around me, and she tightens so much it’s like she’s strangling my cock. It takes a few short strokes before I reach the end of her and she inhales sharply when I press deeper, my balls rubbing against her ass.
“You feel me, honey? You feel my entire cock buried inside your tight cunt?” I rasp between gritted teeth. The husky whisper is barely audible, but she nods anyway. Her nails dig into my arms where I’m holding her above my thighs. So tiny in my grip, like I could break her in half if I keep forcing myself inside.
I pull back, thrusting into her wet heat faster as she tightens around me. Tilting her hips up a smidge more, I snap my hips to drag my cock along the top of her walls. Peyton’s whole body arches and shakes as she explodes with bliss. Her pussy pulsates and milks my cock with each wave of her orgasm. I slow to a steady pace as Peyton relaxes, her unfocused eyes on the ceiling and her chest rising and falling with panting breaths.
Pausing completely, I take her in. The flush of her face, her dark hair fanned out, her perky tits and their taut, pointed buds. And the best view is her wet pussy dripping around my thick cock, still struggling to stretch around me.
“W-what was that?” her shaky voice asks.
I smirk. “That was what you get for fucking an older man, honey. You have more than one pleasure spot.”
A breathless laugh huffs out of her and she licks her lips, staring at me with hooded eyes. “Are you going to show me all of them?”
My cock throbs, demanding I answer her challenge.
“By the time I’m done, you’re going to be begging me to stop.”
She lets out a small giggle as I hold her to my chest and bring her to my bed.
My body aches from how hard I’ve been fucking her, but I ignore it and carry her into the bathroom before turning on the shower. It’s a risk to wake up Brit, but Peyton deserves the pampering. She took every inch of my pounding as if she was made to be my toy. We fucked for hours till she passed out the last time she came, and I filled her lithe body with my cum.
She hums into my neck. “Too bad you don’t have a bath.”
“Sorry, honey,” I mutter, setting her on her feet. I shove off the remainder of our clothes and lead her into the warm water. She sags against me with a sigh, and I use the handheld shower head to wet her body. “Do you want me to wash your hair?”
Her head flops to both sides once, and I take the hair band from her wrist, putting up her hair in an ugly bun to keep it from getting wet. She groans when I massage the soap into her shoulders, following down to her waist and lower back. I squeeze her ass before forcing her to turn around, and I soap up the front of her body, kneading her perfect sized breasts longer than necessary.
“I can see how people get addicted to sex.”
I chuckle, kneeling as I scrub the soap down her stomach and thighs. “Believe me, Peyton. Sex is not always like that.”
“I know, it wasn’t bad with Jacob. It just wasn’t… that.”
“Hmm.”
Her tired eyes brighten with amusement. “Jealous?”
Standing, I grab the shower hand wand and watch mesmerized as the suds wash away. “What’s there to be jealous of? If he didn’t fuck up, you wouldn’t have been in my bed. I should thank him.”
“And your daughter,” she mutters.
I don’t say anything, focusing on rinsing off her body. Peyton looks up at me, her eyebrows pinched. “Sorry, that was shitty to bring back up.”
“You’re still hurt, I understand.”
She moves forward, resting her hands on my chest, and I put the handheld back up so the water cascades over both of us. “I am, but I don’t have to keep bringing it up. She’s still—I’m just sorry.”
I cup her ass, bringing her closer and selfishly enjoying the rub of her hard nipples and plush breasts against me. “Don’t be. I can’t and won’t apologize for her actions. It doesn’t upset me to hear you vent, other than I know you’re hurt. I’m disappointed that she would do that to someone, especially someone like you. But I’m not responsible for her, she’s her own person.”
Peyton’s gaze shifts between my eyes with a frown. “You’re not who I thought you’d be.”
I smirk, pressing my hard cock into her stomach. “I’m sure I’ve been painted the bad guy ten times over.”
Her hand slips between us, wrapping around my shaft and stroking the entire length. “God, I’m so sore. I shouldn’t want you to fuck me again.”
“I can’t get enough of you either,” I admit, leaning down to kiss her.
A loud knock startles us both, but I don’t let her scramble out of my arms. I try to remember if I closed the door to my bedroom behind us, not that I think she would look in there.
“Pey?” Brit calls out.
Peyton’s eyes widen, her breaths coming in faster. I pinch her ass lightly and mouth answer her. She nods and clears her throat.
“Yeah?”
The door handle jiggles, and my heart leaps into my throat as it swings open. I’ve never been more thankful for shower curtains than I am right now.
“Thank god. I have to pee so bad, but I didn’t want to walk in on my dad. That’d be weird,” Brit says.
Peyton and I stare at each other as we listen to Brit walk in and sit on the toilet. Peyton licks her lips, her nails digging into my arms.
“Yeah, that’d be weird,” she says back.
The trickle of piss splashing into the water makes me wince.
Brit sighs, and my body is so tense that it hurts to stay still.
“How come you’re showering at like five in the morning?”
Peyton squeezes her eyes shut briefly and shakes her head.
“I just couldn’t sleep. Decided to get ready for the day.”
The toilet flushes and I watch the corner of the curtain. I’d hope that Brit wouldn’t peek inside, but I’m not sure how close her and Peyton are and if that’s a thing they do.
“Okay, did you want to head into town early? I can get us a cab instead of waking up my dad.”
“Sure, I’m almost done,” Peyton answers, and we finally relax as Brit exits the bathroom. I blow out a breath as she giggles. Cupping her face, I kiss her once and pull back.
“Is it bad that the entire time I still wanted to fuck you?”
She pushes away from me, scrunching her nose. “Let’s finish. We still have to sneak you out the door so she doesn’t know. And now I have to go shopping without a wink of sleep because we fucked all night.”
I tap her ass, then squeeze a cheek once. “You regret it?”
Her heated eyes flash. “Not at all.”
“Good, because I plan to do this every night till you leave.”