4. Erik
Payton’s mouthon my fingers is enough to make my cock throb with need all over again. I can already feel myself thickening again.
But it’s her turn now. It should have been hers first, but Payton wanted this, and I’m too far gone to deny her a damn thing. I know I’m broken. My injury means I can’t have her the way I want her. But she’s made it clear she doesn’t care, at least for now.
I’m sure she’ll change her mind eventually, but I’ll take as much of her as I can. Like a drowning man grasping for anything to stay afloat.
I replace my fingers with my mouth on hers. Payton’s kisses are like a smoldering fire— hot and deceptively sweet.
But, like coals bursting into a raging inferno, her lips scald mine from one moment to the next. Her mouth opens for mine, our tongues twining together. Everything with Payton is a fight, a struggle for dominance. Only now, I know how much she enjoys losing.
“Do you have a sentimental attachment to anything you’re wearing?” I ask, breaking our kiss to meet her eyes.
“What?” she asks, brow wrinkling in confusion.
Even confusion looks good on Payton.
My hands move down to her top. It’s in my way.
“I want to rip this off you,” I growl, my grip tightening on her tee. “Is it important to you?”
My patience is holding on by a thread.
“I thought you said you wouldn’t be able to hold back if I was naked,” Payton replies, dodging my question.
Infuriating woman.
“You took the edge off with your mouth,” I grunt as I grasp two handfuls of thin cotton. “Answer me. Now.”
The sharp bark of command in my voice makes her eyes go wide, her teeth sinking into that plump bottom lip once more. I will never be able to look at that full mouth without thinking about how it felt wrapped around my cock again.
Payton Lawson will be the death of me long before I succumb to any injuries.
“Destroy them. Rip them. I’m begging you,” Payton pants, challenge flashing in her dark eyes. “Destroy me, Erik.”
Sucha brat.
The muscles in my forearms flex as I slowly tear her shirt down the middle. The sports bra is harder to rip, but not hard enough to stop me. I tear it too, watching with rapt attention as her tits bounce into view.
Bigger than I thought. My mouth waters as my cock surges with renewed need.
“You are beautiful, Payton,” I say simply.
She writhes under my eyes, making her body undulate in ways that hypnotize me.
“When you look at me like that, I feel beautiful,” she whispers.
I smile, then drop my head to kiss her breasts. I start at the top, working my way down her soft skin, marveling at how responsive she is. She gasps and tangles her hands in my hair, just like I did to her. Her fingers tug the bun free, letting her get two delicate fistfuls.
I trail dozens of tiny kisses all along her breasts, mapping them with my lips and branding the shape of them into my mind. I circle her areola, careful to avoid the most sensitive parts while I press my lips against every inch of exposed flesh.
Her delighted whimpers turn to moans as she tugs restlessly at my hair. Her hands are trying to drag my mouth to more sensitive areas. But I hold firm, determined
“These deserve more than five minutes of attention, Payton,” I murmur against the smooth skin of one round, heavy breast. “Every inch of you is amazing. Let me worship you.”
In between kisses, my breath whispers along her delicate skin, paler here than the tanned stretch of her arms and legs. According to the sudden and renewed throb in my cock, tan lines do it for me.
Only once I’ve traced every inch of Payton’s glorious tits do I replace my lips with my tongue and start again. I trail concentric circles along the goosebumps that cover her breasts, spiraling closer to the stiff peak of each nipple.
Time is sluggish, my thoughts slow. There is nothing now but my worship of her breasts and Payton’s restless sounds of pleasure.
“Fuck, Erik. Please. I can’t take this teasing. If I don’t come soon I’m going to go insane,” she pants as I draw right to the edge of a nipple before moving away again.
“Good,” I rumble. “I want you insane. Absolutely fucking psychotic with need. I want to break you, Payton. Then we’ll be even because I’ve been crazy about you since the day we met.”
I wrap my big hand around one breast, digging my fingers in hard enough that I know there will be five bruises there tomorrow. My lips part around her other nipple, finally giving her what she’s been aching for. Her back arches, her fists moving from my hair to slap open palms against the bed.
“Fuck, it’s so good,” she babbles. “It’s too good, Erik.”
My tongue circles her nipple slowly, enjoying the tight, textured pebbling of skin there. I suck it gently at first, and then harder and rougher. Her hands move from pounding the bed to raining blows on my shoulders. Her nails aren’t long, but Payton would never let something like that stop her. She digs in, raking lines of fire along my neck and shoulders.
She freezes as I let her nipple free of my mouth with a loud pop.
“Could you come like this?” I ask. “With just my mouth on these beautiful, sensitive tits?”
She sucks in a hard breath, meeting my eyes.
“Holy shit, I feel like I nearly did,” Payton pants. “Touching myself never feels like that.”
I meet her eyes, holding them until I’m sure she sees the satisfaction in mine. I meant what I said— I want her completely undone. I need to own every part of her. Body, mind and soul.
Without another word, I grab the waistband of her pants and panties and haul them down her legs together. She helps, all coy playfulness forgotten in her lust. She’s so eager that I probably could take her virginity right now.
The moment I see her sweet pink cunt, I almost break. The urge to mount Payton and claim her properly is overwhelming. If I was only injured, I would do just that. But it’s her first time— and Payton just sucked the soul out of my dick.
Only these two facts mean I’m able to resist, if barely. I sink to my knees onto the thick carpet at the edge of the bed without another word. Then I grab Payton’s ankles and pull until her ass is at the edge of the mattress. I rest the backs of her knees on either shoulder, leaning forward to inspect her.
“Oh fuck, Erik. Please,” Payton whimpers. “Please. I need it so much.”
Her hands tangle in my hair, tugging hard again as she tries desperately to force my mouth onto her pussy. She’s wriggling and thrashing, lifting her hips in an attempt to grind against me. I wrap my arms around her thighs, my fingers digging in like steel and holding her just an inch from my mouth.
“I’m going to take my time with this,” I purr against her. I know she can feel the rumble of my deep voice against her most sensitive flesh.
“You’re an awful fucking tease,” Payton whines, leveraging herself up with the strength of her core and well-toned abs to glare at me.
I wink at her, laughing softly against her heated center. Then I drop my mouth onto her puffy pussy lips.
Payton tastes even better than she looks. Sweet, yes. But also earthy and tart. It’s the most perfect aphrodisiac, the most decadent dessert. More potent than any drug or alcohol and twice as addictive. Just feeling her slickness against my tongue makes my cock throb with need. I want to feel that wetness all over me, dripping off my balls while I pound her senseless.
But not tonight. I can’t. So instead, I’ll do the next best thing.
I’m going to eat her pretty little pussy until her brain melts between her thighs.
“You taste so good, Payton,” I croon as I take my first taste. “I’m going to take my time worshipping this, too.”
I lick her cunt from bottom to top, teasing my tongue along the slick slit before dragging my lips away again. Then I nibble on the insides of her thighs, making her buck again.
This time she smashes her pelvis into my face hard enough to hurt. I growl, glaring up at her.
“Be a good girl and hold still,” I tell her, my tone leaving no room for argument.
The spark of defiance in Payton’s eyes makes my cock throb painfully again. Her bratty attitude and relentless challenges turn me on just as much as the taste of her wet pussy. As if reading my every thought, she raises one eyebrow.
“Make me,” Payton dares.
Without another word, I bring my palm down with a snap on her exposed pussy lips. She bucks again, a cry escaping her lips— this one much louder than any before.
“Erik, did you just spank my pussy?!” Payton gasps, indignant.
“No, I spanked my pussy,” I growl in response.
My mouth dips down to wrap my lips around her swollen clit, one finger slipping past her lips and inside her. She cries out again, music to my ears as her body tenses and trembles with pleasure.
“We’re going to do this every night until I’m recovered, Payton,” I croon against her soft skin. “Every night, you’ll take my fingers and ride my face. We’ll work up— by the time I’m healed, you’ll be able to take every inch of this cock.”
I spring to my feet, still holding her legs by the ankles. Wordlessly, I spread them wide and lay my cock against her naked mound. Fully hard again, it stretches far up her body, coming to rest on the taut stretch of her belly. Her eyes go wide as she glances down, seeing how far my cock reaches.
“Fuck. That should scare me,” Payton rasps. “But it just makes me want you more.”
I pump my hips, grinding the underside of my shaft along her cunt, spreading her lips and rubbing against her clit.
“I’m going to come, Erik,” Payton cries out so suddenly that it seems to take us both by surprise. “I’m going to come so fucking hard.”
Her eyes are locked on mine as she writhes beneath me, rocking against the friction in tandem with my slow strokes.
“Come for me, Payton,” I tell her.
There’s no argument this time. Payton’s mouth opens in a silent scream as her entire body tenses and arches up beneath mine. Her hands scramble for purchase, scratching at my hips, my arms, anything she can reach. I don’t stop grinding against her as she quivers and quakes with pleasure.
It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Payton’s face flushes, a deep blush that spreads down her freckled chest and across those full tits. Watching her stomach contract with the strength of her orgasm is too much for me.
With a sudden start, I realize I’m going to come again. It’s been years since I came this quickly once, let alone twice. But my balls tighten against my body as Payton grinds against me, and I come undone.
With a roar I buck my hips, my cock twitching and throbbing as I shoot thick ropes across her body. I paint her tits and stomach white as we climax together. With a shudder, I lift my cock at the base and slap it against her pussy. The wet sound it makes is loud and sharp.
“Oh fuck!” Payton cries out, her knees coming together in an instinctive jerk. “I’m so sensitive, Erik, you can’t —”
I do it again.
Again and again, until she’s writhing, her hair whipping back and forth in a sweaty tangle of dark blonde as she comes one more time. Only after her shivers and trembling legs subside do I stop, leaning up her body to claim her mouth.
“Mine,” I tell her again, “You’re mine, Payton.”
I hold her dark eyes, willing her to see how much of my heart she’s already claimed.
“Mine,” Payton replies dreamily, reaching up to touch my cheek. It’s a soft caress compared to our rough play, but exactly perfect. “You belong to me too, Erik.”
They say laughter is the best medicine. But I’ve discovered something better.
Suddenly, making a full recovery has become the most important thing in the world.