Next Man Up

Chapter 31 #2

“Holy fuck,” I murmured, arching off the bed.

I had a split second to panic when I realized I’d pushed into his mouth, but his response was to take me even farther.

I’d always loved when the guy I was with enjoyed sucking cock, and Peyton definitely enjoyed it.

He blew me like this was his favorite thing in the world—the absolute main attraction.

And if he kept at it, I was going to come down his throat, which he’d probably love. I would too… except I wasn’t ready for that. Not yet.

“Don’t make me come yet,” I whined. “That’s so good, but… not yet. Please?”

He ran his tongue around the head once more, then came up to me, and I hauled him down into a deep, messy kiss.

His hips settled between my parted thighs, and when he started rocking them, that thick cock slid alongside mine.

I couldn’t remember the last time a man had made the room spin like this; fuck, I was turned on.

“For the record,” he purred, “I love giving head. So any time you’re in the mood for a long, drawn-out blowjob…” He kissed me again, that talented mouth making me delirious.

Between kisses, I managed to ask, “Blowjob like that sounds amazing. What else do you like?”

“Being naked on top of you is pretty high on my list.”

“Uh-huh. Do you like topping?”

Peyton growled against my lips, then murmured, “Baby, say the word and I will plow you like a driveway in Calgary.”

I snorted, breaking the kiss, and we both burst out laughing. Still holding on to him, still laughing, I said, “A driveway in Calgary, eh?”

He offered a playfully innocent look and shrugged. “I’ll fuck you so good, your neighbors will need a cigarette?”

Again, I collapsed into laughter. “Oh my God.”

“What?” He dipped his head to kiss my neck. “I’ve got plenty more of those.”

Between laughing and those soft little kisses he was planting on my throat, I could barely breathe.

He chuckled, then nipped my neck before he whispered in my ear, “Anything you want, baby. Anything.”

I shivered, my humor evaporating in the heat of all this arousal. “Fuck me?”

He growled low again, shivering on top of me, and he purred, “Please tell me you’re serious.”

“Why? You want to—”

“Yes,” he gritted out. “I’ve thought about that with my dick in my hand so many damn times.” He pressed his feverish forehead to mine. “Please tell me you really want it.”

“Yes. I do. Badly.”

A low groan came from his throat, and then he was kissing me again, deep and hard and needy in that way that said he was this close to losing his mind. Fuck, yes.

It occurred to me then that he’d mentioned wanting me to fuck him. As he started down my jaw and onto my throat, now that my mouth was no longer occupied, I asked, “I’m a bottom. Like, exclusively. Is that—is that enough?”

Peyton’s lips curled against my skin. “Baby, just making out in front of the TV would be more than enough.” He slid a hand down and stroked himself between us. “And I can definitely top you to hell and back.”

The helpless sound that escaped my lips didn’t even sound like me.

But then reality nudged its way in, and I stiffened.

Peyton caught on even before I did. “What? You okay?” He pushed himself up, poised to get off me if I asked him to.

“I’m good. I’m good.” I trailed my palm across his chest. “I, uh… I don’t have any condoms, though.”

“Oh.” He chewed his lip.

“We can still do plenty.” I grinned despite my own disappointment. “Save something for next time?”

“We could, yeah,” he said with a nod. “But, um… I’ve got a test, actually.” He gestured over his shoulder. “Recent one with the results on my phone. All clear.”

I blinked. “Yeah?”

“Mmhmm. I was planning to be a lot smoother about all this if we got to—I’d bring it up before we were… well…”

“I don’t know.” I trailed my fingers down his back. “Mentioning you want to fuck me bareback when you’ve already got me naked in bed—that’s pretty smooth.”

He laughed softly and kissed beneath my chin. Then he pushed himself up again and met my gaze. “I meant… I wasn’t going to just…”

“Kiss me in the kitchen and then fuck me senseless?”

“Something like that.”

I slid a hand up into his hair. “Well, I like this new plan of yours, so… feel free to keep improvising.”

He was grinning again when our lips met. “So does that meant you want me to top you right now? Without a condom?”

“Something, something, driveway in Calgary.”

Peyton laughed and buried his face against my neck. “Well.” He bit my collarbone. “You do have lube, yes?”

“Plenty.”

He let me up so I could get the lube out of the nightstand. As soon as I reached for it, though, he was against me, his arm around my midsection and his lips on the back of my neck. His hard-on pressed my thigh, and I let my head fall as I moaned with a mix of frustration and need.

“I can’t get to the drawer,” I protested. “I can’t… oh, fuck…” His fingers had slipped between my thighs, teasing my taint and balls, and my brain went blank. “Peyton…”

He laughed softly. “What’s wrong?”

“I want…” I flailed my hand toward the drawer. “I can’t reach the lube.”

Another laugh. “But I can reach you.” He took full advantage, too, kissing my neck while he played with my balls.

I closed my eyes and exhaled. “You are such an asshole.”

“Actually, since you’re bottoming, I think that makes you the—”

We both burst out laughing.

I loved this so much. Even the frustration. Even the—

I realized he’d loosened his grip on my midsection, and I lunged forward to open the drawer. I snatched the bottle and held it up. “Got it!”

“Perfect.” Peyton slid his hand up my arm until he reached my hand, and then he gently plucked the lube from my fingers. “Now to get you ready for me.”

I twisted around and narrowed my eyes. “You’re an evil tease in that department too, aren’t you?”

He batted his eyelashes and shrugged.

I just laughed and rolled my eyes.

Peyton kissed my neck, then gently tugged my shoulder so I rolled on my back. Settling over me, he found my mouth, and we made out like we had all the time in the world. We did have all the time in the world, but goddammit, I wanted his cock… but his mouth was amazing… but I wanted…

“Fuck me, dammit,” I demanded breathlessly.

His eyebrows jumped, but then he grinned. “Turn over.” He opened the lube bottle. “Gotta get you ready.”

For all he hadn’t been able to resist grabbing me and kissing me in the kitchen, and for all he’d gone straight to going down on me once we’d made it into bed, Peyton took his sweet time now.

And I didn’t think it was just because he had a big cock and needed to make sure I was well-prepped, or even because he was a relentless tease—no, he was clearly enjoying himself, too.

Especially when he molded himself to my back and started fingering me while he kissed up and down my neck.

“Touch yourself,” he murmured in my ear as he finger-fucked me slowly.

I squirmed in his arms. “I’m afraid I’ll come.”

He nibbled my earlobe. “If you come, then I’ll just have to turn you on all over again.”

I was imagining this, wasn’t I? I was lost in a fantasy, lying alone in my bed with my hand on my dick and my head full of the most deliciously pornographic thoughts of Peyton and—

“Ooh, yeah,” I moaned as he crooked a finger just right inside me. I clawed at the edge of the mattress. “Fucking hell. I haven’t… I haven’t done anything for you, though.”

“Oh, baby.” He kissed my neck, his beard scuffing against my shoulder. “You’re naked in bed and begging for my dick.” He started moving his fingers a little faster. “Trust me—you’ve done plenty.”

I bit my lip and shivered. “Won’t… Won’t say no to blowing you, though.”

He groaned softly. “I’m definitely looking forward to fucking that beautiful face.”

Jesus Christ. His dirty mouth was just… fuuuck.

“Right now, though,” he went on, his voice husky with need, “I want your ass.”

I rocked back against him, urging him on. “Good thing I love bottoming then, eh?”

“Mmhmm. Very good thing.” He bit my shoulder—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make me gasp. “We’ll have to be more careful once you’re skating with the team again,” he whispered. “So you’re not sore.”

I bit my lip and arched against him.

“For right now, though?” The grin in his voice made my dick even harder. “I can rail you until neither of us can move.”

“Fuck…” The word tumbled off my lips. “You have… the dirtiest mouth.”

“Is that a problem?”

“Uh-uh. Keep… Keep up the good work.”

He huffed a warm laugh across the side of my neck. Then he added a second finger inside me as he started kissing beneath my hairline.

I had to stop stroking myself. I desperately wanted the friction, but any more of that and I was going to come. “Damn it, Peyton…”

He laughed again. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. But would you just fuck me already?”

I was sure he’d tease me for another hour or three just to drive me insane. To my surprise, though, he kissed my shoulder as he slipped his fingers free. “I would love to.”

“Oh God,” I moaned.

He dropped another kiss on my shoulder, then whispered, “I want you to ride me.”

Any teasing I might’ve had about his cheesy lines died away because I was too turned on to think of anything except doing exactly what he said. Especially since this meant I could finally do something for him. Somehow, I managed, “Then get on your back.”

He kissed my shoulder again, then pulled away. My back and shoulders were suddenly cool with the absence of his skin against me, and I almost whined in protest except I knew he was positioning himself so I could take him.

I was unsteady all over, so turned on I was shaking, but I managed to get up and straddle his powerful hips.

He gazed down at us, eyes full of lust and hunger. “Oh, fuck…” His eyes flicked up to meet mine, and I had to literally bite back a whimper. He’d been sexy before—naked, hard, and turned on within an inch of his life? Perfect.

I lifted myself up a little, and he steadied his cock as he guided me down. He felt even thicker than he looked, and I had to ease down slowly in order to take him comfortably.

Peyton didn’t rush me at all. He just stared at me, and at us, heavy-lidded eyes on fire with desire and wonder. When I’d taken enough of him, he let go of his dick and started stroking mine, quickly bringing me back to full attention.

“Fuck,” I whimpered. “Oh, fuck…”

“You are so hot,” he breathed. “And so…” He closed his eyes and arched under me. “So tight.”

Somewhere in my brain was a comment about how with a cock like his, tight was probably the default. The words didn’t make it to my tongue, though, because that cock moving inside me had absolutely erased my ability to speak.

Slowly, I relaxed enough to take him easily, and then I was riding him, falling into a perfect steady rhythm. He matched my strokes, too, pushing up when I came down, and the absolute bliss was beyond intoxicating.

“Avery,” he whispered. “Look… Look at me.”

I hadn’t even realized I’d closed my eyes until I opened them, and when I gazed down at him, all my own desire and arousal looked right back up at me. My God, he was so gorgeous.

He curved his hand behind my neck just like the first time he’d kissed me, and he pushed himself up on one elbow as he drew me down to him.

We made out, and we rocked together, and my touch-starved senses sang as Peyton held me close and moved inside me.

I wanted him thrusting—pounding into me so hard I couldn’t catch my breath—but this was sexy and hot and amazing.

His firm grip on my neck. Our fluid, easy motions.

The way his cock stretched me. His kiss.

Was this even real? I’d been so convinced I didn’t have a chance with him—that any chance I’d ever had was dead and gone—but here he was. Here we were.

“Let me get behind you,” he mumbled against my lips. “I want to fuck you hard.”

I damn near came, shuddering on top of him as I tried to find my breath. “Yes. Please.”

We shifted positions, and I gripped handfuls of the sheets as Peyton guided himself to me. He had a hand on the small of my back, and he swore as his dick slid back in.

“This view is incredible,” he slurred. “My God, you have the most gorgeous ass…”

I bit my lip, rocking back against him. I couldn’t speak. I felt too damn good. Too damn turned on. Too ready to just lose my mind and come.

Somehow, I did find my voice: “Thought… Thought you wanted to fuck me hard.”

“Mmhmm, I do.” He curved his hands over my hips. “Just making sure I don’t hurt you.”

“You’re not gonna—oh my God!”

He wasn’t kidding about harder. He slammed into me, driving himself as deep as I could take him and knocking me forward with every thrust. My elbows gave, and I dropped onto my forearms. Fine—that freed up one hand to pump myself, and everything turned white.

I distantly heard myself pleading for more, more, more.

I didn’t even know if I wanted it faster, harder, deeper, just that I wanted… more.

“Peyton…” I whined. “God, please…”

“You’re gonna make me come so hard,” he ground out.

“Holy fuck, I’m—oh, yeah.” His fingers bit into my hips, probably bruising, and he pulled me back against himself every time he thrust in.

“Jesus Christ, Avery, I’m—” Then he shuddered, forcing his cock as deep as he could, and he held my ass against him while he trembled and roared.

With a shuddering sigh, he slumped over me, relaxing his grip as he panted hard against my sweaty back.

I closed my eyes, drunk on his pleasure as much as my own. He’d fucked me as close to oblivion as I could get without coming, and I was trembling as if I had come.

“Oh my God,” he murmured. “I knew sex with you would be good, but…” He trailed off into a happy sigh.

Before I could speak, Peyton carefully pulled out, making me whimper in protest.

Then he had me on my back, flipping me over so fast I didn’t even realize what had happened until I was, for the second time, fucking his eager mouth.

His fingers pushed into my well-fucked ass, and he didn’t hold back at all.

He fingered and blew me for all I was worth, and I was already so close that it took under a minute for him to send me careening over the edge, shaking and shouting as I came in his eager mouth.

Sinking back to the bed, I was a dizzy, trembling mess. Had sex ever been this good? Not that I remembered. And I didn’t care, because sex was this good now.

Sex with Peyton.

Holy fuck. Did I really just have sex with Peyton?

Right then, he settled on top of me again, straddling my hips, and his kiss was soft and languid now. Lazy, gentle, and tasting like me.

I wrapped my shaking arms around him.

And I didn’t think I’d ever felt better than I did in that moment.