38. Peyton #2
He pauses before removing my other shoe, his eyes slowly roaming over me until they meet mine. “Be careful with your ankle.”
I nod, melting at the fact that even in the heat of the moment, he’s still concerned about my safety.
And then his gaze moves back down my body, and he freezes.
“Black lace,” he murmurs.
I blink, the words not making sense at first.
Then I realize what he’s staring at. I put on the panties he’d taken from my drawer.
“You going to steal them again?” I taunt.
He removes my shoe, then my jeans, before slipping my panties over my feet. He shoves them in his back pocket as he straightens. “I’m keeping these.”
He grips my legs, lifting me like I weigh nothing. His lips find mine as he sets my bare bottom onto the counter, standing between my legs.
He breaks the kiss, a feral smile curling his lips. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
His knees hit the floor, and his eyes lock with my hot, aching center.
I shiver from the desire etched onto his face. I’ve never had anyone look at me like this.
Normally, I’d be embarrassed .
But not with him.
“Daltyn,” I plead when seconds tick by.
“Every piece of you is mine, Peyton.” He spreads my legs wider, drinking me in. He releases a reverent sigh, then murmurs, “You’re a damn masterpiece, baby.”
His fingers trace over my inner thighs, making me weak from anticipation.
“Daltyn, please,” I whimper as his warm breath feathers over my skin.
“Fuck,” he whispers, parting me with his thumbs, then sliding a finger down my slick heat. “So wet for me.”
I’m dripping and swollen. Every nerve ending screams, wanting more.
He circles my clit lightly, making me tense with anticipation, before moving lower.
“So fucking beautiful,” he rasps, his eyes on me. “Just begging for my touch. For me to taste you.” His tongue swipes from my slit to my clit before he circles it.
My hands grip the counter, hanging on so tightly the edge cuts into my palms.
But I’m not aware of the discomfort. All I’m aware of is the way he’s making me feel.
He lifts his head, eyes locked on mine as he presses one finger to my entrance. He pushes it in slowly, and I groan, desperately wanting more.
“Mmm,” he hums. “You’re taking my finger so good.”
My breath is ragged as he continues teasing me, his finger moving in and out.
Then he adds a second finger, curling his fingers just right, stroking a spot that nearly makes me come undone.
“Jesus, Daltyn.”
“So tight.” He leans over me, teasing my clit with his tongue while continuing to slide his fingers in and out of me. The wet sounds fill the small bathroom, every thrust taking me higher.
“God. That feels good,” I pant, arching to meet his hand.
“That’s it,” he whispers. “Take the pleasure I’m giving you. Let me make you come.”
His voice, along with his fingers, sends me over the edge. I shatter with his name on my lips, clenching around him as my thighs shake.
I slump against the mirror, boneless from the orgasm.
A feral grin curls his lips. “Oh, I’m not done with you, Pey.” He spreads my legs wider, his hands holding me open.
“W-what?”
“Let me take care of you,” he whispers before he drags his tongue from my entrance to my clit in one long, leisurely stroke. My back arches, a broken moan tearing from me, sensitive from the orgasm I already had.
But he doesn’t stop.
Instead, he groans and growls, “Fuck yeah,” before his tongue swirls around my clit, then sucks it gently between his lips. My hands tangle in his dirty blond hair, nails scraping against his scalp as he keeps going. He doesn’t slow, just hums his approval against me, the sound rumbling through me.
“Daltyn,” I breathe, so sensitive I can barely stand it.
“That’s it, baby. Say my name,” he praises, driving me even crazier. “Let me hear how good I make you feel.”
He flattens his tongue, lapping at me like he can’t get enough. Sparks shoot up my spine, my thighs shaking.
“You taste so sweet,” he murmurs, pulling back enough to blow on my clit. I clench, my head falling back against the mirror.
“Too much,” I whimper, trying to close my legs, but he’s an immovable force as he sucks so hard I see stars. He adds two fingers again, pumping them inside me.
“You can take it, Pey.”
I can no longer speak… or think. All I can do is feel as he drags me higher and higher until my hips buck, and another orgasm rips through me with blinding intensity. My nails dig into his scalp as I scream his name, my thighs clamping around his head, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me.
I’m a sobbing, begging mess when he finally eases his fingers out, then licks them clean with a low, satisfied moan. I watch him through hooded eyes as he presses kisses to my inner thighs before he rises, leaning over me.
“So damn beautiful,” he whispers, his lips hovering close.
Then he presses his lips against mine, sealing the promise with a kiss that tastes of me still on his tongue. I wrap my arms around him, clinging to him, as he kisses me like he’s still desperate for me.
Like he can’t get enough.
A knock on the door pulls me from the moment, reminding me where we are. I still for a beat, my heart racing, before pulling back.
“It’s occupied,” Daltyn yells.
He gives me a quick kiss before pulling me upright.
“Let’s get you dressed, then go home.”
I nod mutely, still in shock and awe over what just happened in here.
He grabs my jeans and carefully pulls them over my feet. Once he gets them to my knees, he puts my sneakers back on, then sets me on my feet and pulls my pants over my hips .
I make a face as he buttons them. “Feels weird without panties.”
He grins. “You can put a pair on when we get home. But you’re not getting these ones.” His eyes gleam mischievously. “Not yet.”
“Panty thief.” I grin before turning to the mirror and running a hand through my hair, trying to make myself presentable.
When I’m finished, he takes my hand, wrapping his fingers around mine. “Ready?”
I nod, wondering how the hell we’re going to get out of here without everyone knowing what happened in here. “Ready.”
He unlocks the door and opens it, guiding me forward. My eyes lock with Tony, who stands across the hallway, his mouth falling open.
When Daltyn slips out behind me, his eyes widen.
I’m blushing so hard, my face is on fire.
“Sorry about that.” Daltyn pats Tony’s shoulder, his tone indicating the lack of sincerity in his words. “Bathroom’s yours now.”
Then he nudges me forward. “Let’s go home, baby.”
I duck my head, trying to hide the smile over the way he just claimed me.
When we step from the hallway into the main area of the coffee shop, everyone stops talking, staring at us.
Daltyn ignores them, walking beside me until he gets to the door, where he holds it open, letting me pass.
"Social media's going to be buzzing for sure," I say as we head toward his truck.
“It’s what we do best, Pey.” He grins at me. “We make the whole town talk.”