39 - Peyton
PEYTON
The house was different at night. It was quiet. Peaceful. Introspective. The geothermically-heated floors imparted a soothing warmth that radiated upward and outward, as well as felt amazing on my bare feet.
Just outside, the blasted, volcanic landscape stretched for countless miles. The giant glass walls made the whole place feel like a reverse snow globe; one with me safely tucked away at its center, and the snow blowing wildly around me in a silent, ever-shifting circle.
I padded from the kitchen into the living room, cradling a steaming mug of coffee in both hands. The couch was soft, for something so modern. It hugged my body cozily as I sank into it, then kicked my feet up and pulled a blanket over myself.
“Yeah, I could get used to this.”
I sipped my coffee, which was better than coffee had any right to be. The water here was fantastic. Everything tasted crisp and clean and filtered by minerals that were either delicious, or magical, or both.
It felt impossible that only a few days ago I was on a beach in Belize, running full-tilt from gun-toting mercenaries. Or that a few weeks before that, I was sprinting down the aisle in a Nantucket church, in shoes I absolutely hated, from a fiancé I hated even more.
But Belize was all heat and sweat and conflicting thoughts.
Iceland feels like…
Clarity?
I stared out at the blowing, churning snow. Somewhere in the glass I caught a glimpse of my reflection. I could barely recognize the woman on the couch, staring back at me.
“Alright, fine. Let’s talk about it.”
The woman in the glass returned my nod. Apparently, she was going to be a good listener.
“You’ve fallen in love with three different men.”
That part was obvious. Far less obvious however, was what the fuck to do about it.
“And apparently,” I sighed, “they’re all in love with you.”
That part made me fuzzy inside. Even more than the god-coffee.
My thoughts shifted to Ripley. Falling for him made perfect sense, especially since I’d touched his balls first. Ripley was raw heat and pure chaos, with an inner fire that burned with near-frightening intensity.
I had an irrepressible desire to smooth down his rough edges.
I wanted to forge his iron will into something I could love forever, even if I had to quench that fire between my trembling thighs.
Theo, on the other hand, was dangerous in a completely different way.
His sharp, calculating mind turned me on in ways I wasn’t familiar with, but loved just the same.
In all my hookups and dating debacles, I’d never met a man more perfectly suited to conquer the world with me.
And though I’d never let myself fall for someone like him before, I’d never truly had anyone who cared for me as quickly and deeply as Theo did.
Also… the man’s dick was borderline unfair.
That left Colson, chiseled from a mountain of confidence, more steady than the rest of us, combined.
He had the granite shoulders to lean on, and a calm, quiet demeanor that could drain the panic from even the craziest shitstorm.
Colson was loyal. Loving. Pure in thought, and precise in action.
But he was broken, too — whether he realized it or not — and I had the urge to fix him in the worst possible way.
I wanted to wrap myself around his tortured soul, and force him to realize he could love me forever.
But more than any of that, I wanted to make him feel as safe in my arms as I felt in his.
“Three guys… and all of them are exactly what you’ve been looking for.” Slowly, I shook my head. “Congratulations, Peyton. You’ve officially become the emotional equivalent of a logistical nightmare.”
Outside, the blowing snow had picked up speed. For some reason it made me feel even cozier, and more at peace. I was in a warm house, against a frozen landscape. Safe from Donovan. Safe from everyone who would harm me, at least for now.
“Hey…” a voice called from the hallway.
Colson’s greeting was merely a courtesy, so as not to startle me. He could move like a ninja, if he wanted to.
He entered the room barefoot and barely dressed, scratching the back of his neck.
“Were you talking to someone?”
I chuckled into my mug and pointed. “That woman there. The one in the glass.”
He followed my gaze, curiously. “Oh. Her?”
“Yes,” I said, stretching my arms. “She’s beautiful, no?”
We looked together for a moment. Perhaps even staring at people we both barely recognized.
“She’s gorgeous,” Colson confirmed.
His giant legs carried him purposefully across the room. He stopped in front of me, looking down.
“Can’t sleep?” I asked him.
“I slept enough.”
“But it’s only—”
“I’m hungry.”
I chuckled, inwardly. Shit, was he asking me to make him a sandwich?
“Those frozen pizzas are pretty good,” I offered. “There’s pepperoni, sausage, green peppers…”
“Not in the mood,” he said gruffly.
Still hesitant, I shrugged up at him. “There’s that leaf bread thing Theo brought back with him. I know it doesn’t look like much, but—”
Colson dropped to his knees abruptly, bringing himself face to face with me. There was a look in his eyes I’d seen only a few times before. And always when… well…
“That’s not what I’m hungry for.”
His huge arms moved quickly, and with purpose. I could only sit helplessly as he pulled my legs from beneath the blanket and draped them over his shoulders. When he dove between my thighs, I gasped… and then sighed.
Holy shit.
Colson’s mouth closed over me, eating me straight through my shorts and panties.
I sighed euphorically as I ran my fingers through his hair, enjoying the feel of his hot breath as it warmed the ever-dampening fabric between my thighs.
His mouth was going absolutely crazy. His tongue was working so hard, I was drenched through in seconds.
Ohhhhhhhhhhh…
A hiss of rapture slipped from between my slightly parted lips, as I rolled my head back to enjoy life.
Colson was definitely hungry, I’d give him that.
Somewhere in the midst of my enthrallment, he stopped to roll my shorts down my legs and dove right back in.
The panties he left on though, as he continued eating me through the thin strip of dark red satin.
Fuck.
ME.
Soon, his fingers were probing. They pushed and pulled on the fabric, fucking me shallowly at first, then driving in alongside his thirsty tongue.
He paused once to lean forward and kiss me, letting me taste my sweet juices on his tongue.
It made me even hotter, wetter, more anxious to reach orgasm.
And I wanted more than anything to come while grinding against that ravenous, questing mouth.
Colson pushed my heels up onto the edge of the couch, and opened me even wider.
It gave him a better and deeper angle, and soon I was practically sobbing with the need for release.
When my climax hit, I clutched his head with both hands.
My clit throbbed hard against his tongue, and I screamed his name several times before my brain drowned in a sea of pleasure-inducing chemicals, all designed to make me fall even deeper in love with this man than I already was.
Mission apparently accomplished, he stood, smiled, and turned away. But not before I grabbed his hand.
“Are you kidding?” I sighed.
There was little in the way of resistance as I pulled him back to the couch and yanked his shorts off. My prize sprang free. It pointed perfectly upward; long, hard, and beautiful.
Colson sighed. “I wasn’t planning on—”
“Fucking me?”
Climbing onto the couch, I swung my leg over him. His sculpted shoulders lifted in a shrug.
“I know you’ve been… busy,” he murmured. “And I came down because I was hungry.”
“Yeah? Well I’m hungry too.”
I reached between my thighs and guided him in. Our sighs of contentment were simultaneous, as I slowly sank down on him.
“You really thought you were getting away…” I whispered, while nibbling on his ear. “Without unloading inside me?”
I put such a wicked emphasis on the operative word, that I felt him twitch hard against my womb.
I rode Colson slowly, my arms over his shoulders, my hands playing with the back of his hair.
Once we started kissing, we never stopped.
We kissed throughout the ride, reveling in the feel of each other.
His hands gripping me beneath, kneading my ass, guiding me up and down the entire length of his thick shaft, glistening with my arousal, pumping me deeply with every slow, penetrating thrust.
The heat between us was volcanic, his eventual orgasm, apocalyptic. We were still kissing as he came inside me, flooding me with his seed. I felt his whole body clench up, his muscles tightening everywhere as he pulsed for a full, glorious minute.
Eventually our lips parted, but I never left his lap. I pulled him into me, drowning him against my chest. His stubbled face was warm and welcoming, nestled between my heaving breasts.
“Are you sleepy now?” I asked him softly, still playing with his hair.
Colson nodded into my tits. His fingers lightly traced my back, giving me shivers.
“Good,” I sighed. “Now carry me to bed. I want to sleep with you wrapped around me.”