Chapter 26—Payton
I was supposed to just dance. To show him I was ready to start making him more money than I already do. It was only meant to be that. But the second I sat on him, my body had other thoughts.
And then I couldn’t stop. I still don’t want to.
I should probably be terrified. Not only of what’s going on between us, but also the other day with Carl. But I’m not. Not even close.
Thoughts of that night and what could have happened, and did, are distant. Barely a whisper in my brain. The louder part, the one that used to be a whisper, is the one screaming at me now. To continue. To do more.
Twice now he’s given me pleasure. Everything he’s done has been for me, taking nothing for himself in return.
With zero finesse, I slide off him and drop to my knees. His hands glide over my body as I go, letting me move as I wish.
I kneel between his legs, keeping my eyes on the task at hand. I reach for his belt, and his hands cover mine.
I look up to see him tilting his head as he realizes my intent.
“You don’t have—”
I cut him off with a shake of my head. “I want to.” My voice is soft. More than a whisper but still a command without raising it louder than needed.
He keeps eyes with me as he moves his hand away, and I feel them follow me as I look down at what I’m doing. Somehow, taking off someone else’s clothes is harder than taking them off myself.
He slouches a bit once I unbuckle his belt, and it gives me better access to unsnap his slacks and pull down his zipper.
I nibble on my lip, looking at him for a second before pushing the fabric aside to reveal his black silk boxers. Thankfully, he’s hard, and I see parts of him poking out; otherwise, I don’t know if I would have the nerve to find his dick between his legs.
Oh God, does he know I haven’t done this before? Can he tell? Would he stop this if he knew?
I peek up at him and find him looking at my hand just centimeters from touching his flesh. His eyes are hooded, and his breathing is shallow.
With shaky breaths, I move my fingers in and gingerly pull his cock out. Compared to the zero I’ve seen beyond sculptures, it’s massive. But I refuse to fear it. Or him.
I grasp him gently and lower my hand over his cock, then pull back up.
“Tighter.”
I look up at his rough breath of a word.
“Hold it tighter. If it’s too much, I’ll tell you.”
I do as he says, and he nods.
“Now move it up and down.”
I watch him shudder as I do what I’m told.
“Good. That’s good.”
I keep it up, going up and down and moving faster the more I do. His labored breath keeps me going, egging me on to see if I can make him fall apart like he’s done for me.
When a white pearl drop seeps from the tip, I can’t help but lean in and lick it away. He hisses at my touch, and I look at him again to see his eyes are closed with his head thrown back. His hands are clenched into tight fists at his sides. He almost looks like he’s in pain.
“Did I hurt you?”
He huffs out a laugh before he shakes his head, not once opening his eyes.
“You could never,” he grinds out as I continue my steady rhythm. The music is still on, and it’s driving me to keep time with it.
I nod, though I’m not sure if he sees before I go back to staring at his cock.
I don’t know if it’s because I’ve never seen one this close or just not in real life before now, but it’s strange, watching myself do this.
My hand feels small compared to him, but I move it in a twisting motion to touch everything while I brace the other one on his knee to keep me steady.
Which pulls a deep groan from his lips and puts a smile on mine.
“Kiss it.”
I look up at him, but his eyes are still closed.
He doesn’t give me another command, but he doesn’t have to. Now that the idea is out there, I want to do it.
I lean in and kiss the tip, licking my lips as more pearly whiteness coats them. And then I lick his dick again, taking in his flavor and not hating it. It’s different. Salty, but not unpleasant.
“More,” he breathes.
Without looking up, I slide his cock between my lips and suck. I just have the bit before the rim in, but it pulls something primal out of him from the way he growls and moans. I keep my hand moving, but with each suck that has him shuddering, I go lower and lower.
I swallow around his cock and taste him in my mouth, moaning at the flavor bursts of his scent hitting my nose, his pleasure touching my ears, and the strain of his leg under my hand.
It’s too much and yet not enough at the same time.
I move my knees to create friction to dispel the want between my thighs.
But me swallowing seems to have been all the permission he needed. On my next lick down his shaft, his hands find my head and pull me in tight. I choke on his cock as it brushes the back of my throat as he holds me there, moaning and groaning.
“So good. Such a good girl.”
Pride swells inside me at his words. I push the discomfort down and breathe through my nose as he continues to hold me on his dick. And when he keeps his hands on me as he thrusts his hips, I choose to let it happen. When the tears fall from the strain of it all, I welcome them.
I move my hand off his knee and find the space between my legs. It’s wet and dripping.
“That’s it. Touch that sweet little pussy for me. Fuck, your mouth feels so good.”
I might not know what I’m doing if I had to describe anything, but I just keep doing what feels good.
Moving two fingers back and forth over my clit sends sparks through my body just like when he did it for me.
And having him in my mouth as he gives me more words of encouragement is pushing me further.
God, it’s the best feeling.
I didn’t think I wanted to be owned. Not when he first said it. If this is what it means—to be fed, receive gifts, and be treated like this for his desire after he gives me my own—I don’t want it to end.
“Fuck, I’m going to come. Swallow me down. Be my good girl and swallow me.”
He shouts a moment later, and a burst of thick liquid hits my mouth.
I sputter, but he keeps me on his dick, and I swallow to keep from choking.
It tastes… honestly, it tastes bad. The small drops I had before were nothing compared to this, but I think the fear of choking overtakes everything else.
In that moment, I don’t want to do it, but once it’s over, I regret it immediately.
Because with my last swallow, his hands move off me and to his sides.
Something snaps in me the second he lets go.
I lick him clean and move off him. His cock shrinks down, but it still looks big to me.
“Come here.” He pulls me forward and has me sitting across his lap in mere seconds.
His hand goes between my legs, under my panties and straight to my clit, rubbing over it quickly, stealing my breath.
The release I thought I’d lost when I was shocked by his own comes back like a freight train.
And when it hits, I’m so surprised that I cry out as my back arches and I shudder on him.
He pulls his fingers free and brings them to my cheek. I can smell myself on them, and I’m embarrassed for a second, but then he tilts my head toward him and his lips land on mine.
I gasp at his fierceness, and he invades my mouth with ease as his tongue slips inside.
I’ve kissed a boy before, but nothing like this. This is so all-consuming that I don’t know where he starts and I stop.
And I never want it to end.
“Stop fidgeting.”
His right hand moves off the steering wheel to cover mine. They still instantly, but then goose bumps spread throughout my body at his touch. It’s like being kissed by a thousand butterflies everywhere at once.
I take a steadying breath as we pull through the iron gates after stopping to have someone look around the car to make sure there were no bombs.
Bombs!
You’d think that’s what I’m freaking out about. And I guess that’s a bit of it. Though it’s more to do with the fact that Tommy is taking me to meet his mother. His freaking mother!
He made it sound like it meant nothing this morning when he told me over breakfast, but I haven’t been able to eat since then. And he told me right when I was about to start into my cinnamon roll. So yeah, I’m starving, but the thought of anything going into my stomach right now makes me nauseous.
After I, um, danced last night, we went to bed. In his bed. He didn’t give me an option, just picked me up and carried me to his room. Did I complain? No. I guess I could have, but I didn’t want to be separated from him.
Last night… I don’t know how to describe it. Magical? Life-changing? Every word seems like too much and not enough at the same time.
We spent what felt like hours kissing. I can still feel his lips against mine if I think on it for more than half a minute. They were soft and firm all at once. He held my face and my body close to him, and I grabbed onto him and didn’t let go for the longest time.
Maybe it’s because we did things backward.
Getting each other off and then having our first kiss is why it lasted so long.
Or perhaps all first kisses with a person should take that long, and the boys before him just didn’t know that.
They sure as hell didn’t know how to kiss if I’m comparing them to what happened last night.
Which I am. There weren’t many, and the experiences were limited, but not a single one gave me all the feelings when they touched their lips to mine.
None of them curled me into their arms after and slept with me so tightly that there wasn’t room for any nightmares to invade.
The ride from his place to this one—I guess it’s his mother’s home, though I’m not entirely sure—didn’t take long.
Then again, I was too lost in my own thoughts to worry if I chose the right outfit or to concern myself with how long it took to get out here.
All I know is that we left the city behind, and the estate we’re pulling up to is something I could never have imagined.
We park behind a row of other cars that seem to all stop at the middle of a round driveway. Tommy jumps from the car, and I take another breath.
Just remember, this is part of the job.
He opens the door and holds out a hand, which I gratefully accept, as the ground is gravel and the heels I picked, while somewhat short, slide a bit on the small pebbles.
“This a private event?”
He pulls me a step away from the car to shut the door, then stops.
“Private?” He squints, then widens his eyes as realization dawns. “No.” He shakes his head as a smile spreads over his lips. “It’s a small thing. Like I said, just lunch that Mama prepared.”
“A famiglia event,” I say once more, clarifying. He might have told me things before, but I wasn’t paying any attention. If this is an event I’m meant to do a job at, even if that means I’ll just stand there and look pretty, I want to make sure I understand it.
“A family event. Mama, my brothers, and I’m sure a cousin or two will show. They always do if Mama is cooking. She likes to have these small gatherings to see us boys all at once. We don’t all come out here often, and it’s her way of making sure she can see we’re all safe and sound.”
He takes a step closer, pushing me back against the car.
I scan the house windows behind him to see if anyone can see.
While I’m owned by him, I don’t know where that leaves us with how things ended last night.
Was that part of the job to pay back my money or something else?
If it was something else, should I keep it between us to avoid his brothers being mad?
They didn’t all seem to enjoy meeting me the other day.
And from the way Bobby spoke, he either had an issue with my job or the debt I owe.
I might not know any of them, but I know Tommy. He’s giving me everything in such a short time. I would hate to be the reason for any strife in his life.
“Relax.” He pushes a strand of hair behind my ear but doesn’t take his hand away. Instead, he pinches my earlobe and then rubs it, soothing it and me, forcing me to take a deep breath and let out my worries. Well, as much as I can.
Having Tommy close is a worry in itself. He’s a danger. Not to society—though I’m sure others would say differently—but to my heart. Because it’s opening up to him after I shut it down the day I found my parents dead in our kitchen.
“Good girl.”
I look into his eyes and see a lightness there. It wasn’t there last night, but I don’t begrudge it. I think it’s because he’s here with family. Well, soon enough, at least. He needs this time with family, just like I need to feel safe in my own skin again.
I look him over. Not sure if he did it on purpose, but we almost match. The pale pink wrap around my dress has a navy blue sash to add a bit of color. The same color polo that he has on, which is buttoned all the way up.
I move my fingers between us and undo the top buttons, loosening the collar so he can breathe. Something I noticed he does only when he’s alone with me.
“Perhaps you should take your own advice,” I say with a small smile as I look at him through my eyelashes, hoping I didn’t just make a huge mistake.
Instead, he kisses my lips briefly, then grabs my hand, interlocks my fingers with his, and leads me into his family’s home.