by J. M. Madden
"Oh, years ago," his father admitted. "But you were too hardheaded to see it. Francine could see it though."
"I saw it first," he heard his mother call in the background.
Brock laughed, shaking his head. When, exactly, had he lost control of his life?
"Why don't you two get to planning Chad's wedding?"
"Oh, we are," his father promised. "And when we're done, if you want us to plan yours, we will."
Brock cursed and hung up on his laughing father.
He swiped his hat off and ran his hand through his hair. Never in his life had he felt so... manipulated. Was what he was feeling for Payton real? Or a culmination of everyone's plans to throw them together?
No, it wasn't like that. He actually liked Payton, both as a woman and as a person. And no matter how many hopes or plans were in place, if two people didn't feel an attraction, it was all wasted effort. He definitely felt an attraction for her. No, that seemed too tame. He craved her.
The conversation with his father had clarified one vital fact. His parents didn't mind if he dated Payton. His sister didn’t mind if he dated Payton. And really, they’d all kept their opinions to themselves for years now. He’d never had a clue they were all secretly hoping he and Payton would get together. Heck, he’d been worried they wouldn’t approve and his parents were ready to plan a wedding for them.
It was only his hang-ups keeping them apart now.
For some reason, that sent a shaft of arousal through his body. He'd already decided to date her, and he felt like they had a strong base of friendship.
So why hesitate?
He was running out of reasons.
Brock thought about the look on her face when he'd uninvited her to go to the potluck with him. She'd been understanding, but also hurt. What did he care if people saw them together?
He wanted to run over to her place and re-invite her to go with him. Shoving his hat on his head, he headed for the truck.
* * *
Payton padded quickly through the house. "Coming," she called.
When she swung the door open, she wasn't prepared to see Brock there, hat in hand.
"Hey, Payton."
"Hey, Brock."
She swung the door wide for him to enter the cool laundry room. "Are you okay?"
He was looking at her as if looking for forgiveness. Reaching over he set his hat on the washer lid, then hooked a hand behind her head. Payton had a split second to take a breath before he kissed the living daylights out of her.
She moaned, wishing they'd have done this earlier when she'd said goodbye, but they'd both been distracted, thinking other things. She wasn't sure why he'd chased her down so quickly, but she was always going to be happy to see him.
Then the back of his fingers brushed her breast.
Payton would have cried out if his mouth hadn't been so tight against her own. Instead, she moaned.
When his hand cupped her breast and he arched into her, she shuddered against him, almost breaking his hold. Brock finally let her snatch a breath. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm fast forwarding our dating. Is that okay?"
She grinned at his response. It was fine with her. She'd been waiting for this for years.
Payton backed up through the laundry room, tugging Brock along behind her.
"You're going to break your neck," he growled at her, before swinging her up into his arms.
Tears flooded her eyes at the romantic gesture and she surrendered control to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. It put them at eye level, and she gave him a questioning look. He understood what she wanted, without saying anything.
"I realized I’ve been standing in my own way. I'm really hoping this whole thing doesn't go incredibly wrong and blow up in our faces."
She choked out a laugh. "God, you're so romantic."
"You've driven me to distraction, Payton."
Brock wove through her house, not even puffing as he maneuvered his shoulders through the narrow hallways with her. He must have looked around when he'd been here taking his shower, because he went directly to her bedroom and lowered her feet to the floor.
"I hope you've thought this through, because I'm going to take you up on what you've been offering. I've fought it as long as I can. But I can't promise you anything more than right now. "
Cupping her jaw in his hands, he kissed her as if he couldn't get enough of her.
Payton wasn't sure what had brought about the change, but she wasn't going to deny herself the pleasure of finally feeling him against her, with her, in her.
"I'll take you any way I can get you," she admitted when he lifted his head. "Because I love you, Brock. Whether you feel the same or not, I love you."
His gaze burned with emotion and when he pulled her into his arms again, she had no problem feeling how touched he was. There was a quiver to his strong hands and when he kissed her reverently the next time, she felt like she was on top of the world. "You are such an incredible woman," he whispered.
Then, completely disarming her, he began to undress her.
The buttons of her shirt unsnapped easily, but he took his time, stroking each inch of flesh he revealed. Payton's skin turned super sensitive and she began anticipating where he would stroke her. She wasn't always right, which excited her even more.
When every button was unsnapped, he went to his knees before her and spread the sides of the shirt apart, looking up at her as he did. It was one of the most intimate moments she could ever remember having with a man, and he wasn't even touching her yet.
Brock skimmed his hands up her sides, running his thumbs over her cotton covered breasts. Payton wanted to reach behind and rip the thing off, but he was taking his time. She would allow him this exploration.
Her body was humming. Her breasts had hardened painfully as they waited for his touch. Fingertips brushed over them, then paused to circle. Gasping, she quivered in his hold, her body flushing with arousal.
Brock reached around her back and unfastened the bra like he'd done it many times before, but the shirt still covered her. Moving his hands around to her front, he pushed the cups up over her breasts. "You are stunning, Payton."
His hands covered her breasts entirely, massaging with his fingers, lifting to test their weight. Then he pressed them together and peppered kisses between the nipples. When he took her right one deep into his mouth, her quivering knees almost buckled.
Payton shrugged off her shirt and bra impatiently, dropping them to the side. Then she began backing toward the bed. When she got a few inches between them, she unsnapped her pants and began pushing them down her hips, but he stopped her.
"I want to do this."
Grasping the side seam of her jeans he pulled them down over her curvy hips. When he got them to her ankles, Payton stepped out of the fabric and he tossed them aside. Now she was clad only in pale green lace panties with a single little white bow in the center. One rough finger traced the top edge of the panties, then the center line down. Payton knew she was wet, and now he did as well.
Gripping her hips in his hands, Brock tilted his head forward to rest against her tummy. Payton burrowed her fingers into his curls, holding him to her. "I'm trying very hard not to come in my jeans, Payton. You are more beautiful than I could have imagined."
"You've seen me like this before," she laughed gently.
"But not this close. I can see and feel and smell how aroused you are, and I'm about to taste you."
Pushing to his feet, he pressed her backward to fall against the mattress. Payton exhaled sharply as she bounced. Brock loomed over top of her, settling his jean-clad hips against her own. "You are way overdressed, cowboy," she laughed.
Huffing with aggravation, he pushed away from her and stripped. This was one of those surreal times in her life when Payton wished she had a video camera in her head, because watching Brock bounce around on his toes as he shed clothes would have been worth any expense.
His shoulde
rs flexed and released like he was fighting a calf, and his abs curled as he jerked off his socks. The jeans came last and she held her breath, waiting for the big reveal, but he kept his black athletic boxers on.
Damn.
As he crawled over top of her, though, her disappointment drifted away. He settled his hardness into her cleft, making her gasp. When he ground against her, she cried out, turning her head into his neck. She nipped at him, tasting his skin. Oh, he tasted decadent.
Her nip must have excited him because he surged against her, then drew back. He lifted himself away from her, braced on all fours over top of her. "This is going to be too easy. I have to slow down or it's going to be over before we even begin."
She grinned up at him. "We have all day. And night, if you'd like."
Something shifted over his Caribbean irises, like he thought about just plowing into her and having his way, but he shook his head free. "No, we're going to take this slow."
Brock's arms shifted and he moved down her body. Payton thought he was going to crawl off of her, but he rocked up on his heels, instead, looking down at her. With a devilish grin, he grasped the sides of her panties and drew them ever so slowly down her hips. Payton wiggled, lifting her butt to let them slide off.
Brock's mouth spread in a grin as he looked at her.
"You shave your hair?"
She grinned as well. "Not all of it, just most."
His fingers gently combed through the little tuft of hair at the top of her slit. "Well, if that don't beat all. I think that's the sexiest thing I've ever seen."
"Really?" she laughed.
He continued to play with the damp hair, swirling his fingers through it, pushing it up against the grain then smoothing it back down. Payton didn't care. It all felt good. Then he dragged a finger deeper, into her wetness and she gasped. Firm hands lifted one of her knees up and out, exposing her to him better. "I want to learn what makes you cry out, Payton. I want you to show me what you need."
"You're doing a great job," she sighed as his finger ran through her wetness again.
"This is all for me, isn't? Your body craves mine as much as mine craves yours."
"Yes," she gasped as he found the focus of her pleasure. He ran his fingertip around her clit several times, teasing her. Payton cried out, wishing that she had the willpower to pull away, but she really didn't. She arched into his touch, panting in time with his movements. Brock kept up steady, rhythmic pressure and she guided his hand where she needed it.
Sweet heat poured through her as her orgasm peaked and Payton cried out, shifting on the mattress. That felt so sublime. After a minute, Brock's touch gentled, then slowly slid away as she calmed.
Payton felt movement again but couldn't quite open her eyes to see what he was doing. She lifted her arms, expecting him to move up and over her to enter her, but he didn't. Instead firm hands spread her knees wide, then warm, wet heat laved up her cleft. Her hands fell and landed on his head, now between her thighs. Payton squealed as Brock's tongue entered her most intimate place and began to fondle her just as his finger had, but more gently. This was a very different feeling though. The heat and warmth was more fluid, hotter, than his earlier touch, and her body responded. He dipped as deep into her body as he could reach before running his tongue high.
The pleasure that had abated surged back with a vengeance and she climaxed hard. Even as she twisted and contorted, his mouth followed her, dragging wave after wave of pleasure from her.
Brock's heat left the bed for a moment, chilling her, then he was back. This time when his hips settled between her thighs there was nothing between them.
Tears had dripped down from the corners of her eyes, but she forced them open to look at him. Brock grinned down at her. "Your orgasms taste of honeysuckle."
She grinned and lifted her arms to hold him. She ran her hands down his sides, down over his flanks until she cupped his butt cheeks. Squeezing, she shifted her hips beneath him. "I'll have to taste you later. Right now, I think you have some catching up to do."
They shifted naturally together and Payton raised her legs. She peered down between their bodies and gasped, his dick was huge. He'd retrieved a condom from somewhere and with one hand, he reached down to position the head at her entrance. She was soaked with moisture and she was very glad she was, because it had been a long time since she'd been with a man. It would take a minute for her body to accept him.
He sank into her with a groan. "Oh, fuck. You are so hot and wet, I can feel everything."
Payton arched beneath him, relishing the fullness. Gripping his hips in her strong hands, she pulled him tighter against her. Brock may have had some thought about going slow for her, but she knew what he wanted, what he needed.
His heavy arms lifted himself over top of her, looking down the lengths of their bodies. His body pulsed into hers, then pulsed again. Payton cupped her breasts, holding them together like he had earlier. Apparently it was a visual he loved because he slammed his eyes shut and looked away, pausing his hips. The muscles in his arms quivered and she could tell that he was fighting off his orgasm.
"Why are you fighting it, Brock? This isn't a 'one and done'. I'm going to keep you here all day, loving you every way I can."
Something released in his mind, or he gave himself permission, because he began grinding into her hard. Then he pulled almost completely out of her and slammed back in. Payton hadn't expected another orgasm so soon, but if he kept hitting her just the same way she would come again.
"Just like that, Brock, just like that. Oooh ..."
A few more times and her breath was quivering in her throat, then he slammed her into another hard orgasm. She arched and clutched at his shoulders, trapped in the pleasure as his body drove into hers. Then Brock stilled above her as his orgasm crested. Crying out, he lost control, pulsing into her over and over again until he finally went lax.
Payton cradled his big body to her as it shuddered with aftershocks.
She must have passed out because she didn't rouse until he moved off the bed to dispose of the condom. Bending her knee, she curled on her side and pulled the sheet over top of her. The house was chilled from the AC, and she had no problem contemplating a nap after their exertions.
Brock apparently felt the same because he returned to the room and wafted the sheet up so that he could crawl in behind her. Then he covered them both.
She sighed in contentment as his arm curled over her.
Chapter 16
Brock woke feeling guilty as hell, but almost too relaxed to give a damn. His body was limp as a dishrag, but his cock was hard as iron. When he opened his eyes, he spied long black hair draped over the shapely back in front of him. Payton.
Thoughts of what they had done drifted back into his consciousness. His dick already remembered, and apparently knew how close he was to nirvana, because her beautiful ass was pressed into his lap. His hand already cupped her breast.
Flashes of their lovemaking flitted through his mind. Payton had, quite literally, rocked his world. He'd never in his life been with a woman more exciting, and giving, in bed. Her smallest movements had triggered his pleasure. Even going down on her had been pleasurable to him, feeling all her little movements and cries.
But the most important part of what they had done was the 'I love you' she had given him before they'd even started.
Brock had heard that before from other women, but something about the way Payton had looked when she'd said it had revealed the truth in what she said. Other women used the phrase as a tool. Payton told him because she wanted him to know and knew he needed to hear it.
It was so hypocritical of him. He wanted her love, but he wasn't prepared to tell her the same.
Her body shifted against his erection, subtly sliding up his length. His hand tightened on her breast and she turned her head enough to look at him.
Brock wasn't sure what he expected to see, but he was glad she wasn't aggravated at him for anything. She grinned a
nd twisted enough to give him an awkward kiss, then she tossed the sheet away. Lifting her top leg at an angle, she arched her ass back against his dick, easily taking him inside her.
Groaning, he tightened his hand on her breast for a moment, before wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her tight against his lap. Once again, she was soaked, her body ready for his. Her elevated leg came down, sealing them together.
Brock couldn't move a lot in this position, but he didn't need to. She was so tight around him, and he could feel every ripple and texture of her on the inside.
Condom.
"I'm not wearing a condom," he gasped.
"That's all right. I'm good. Don't you dare pull out."
Brock gritted his teeth at the surge of arousal her words brought. Since he'd been a teenager, he'd always worn a condom when he was with a woman. And if it had been any other woman but Payton, he would have pulled out in spite of her words and sheathed himself.
But if she said she was protected, he would believe her.
Brock's body surged, feeling naked and over sensitized. The wet heat of her would pull a climax from him quickly. He needed to get her there too.
Releasing her waist, he angled his fingers down along her body. It was too tight. She lifted her leg so that he could wedge his hand down low, a finger in her wetness. As he pressed her lower body tighter to his with his hand, his finger bumped against her swollen clitoris with their movements.
Working his second arm beneath them, he pulled them as tight together as he could. This wasn't an easy position but his need for her would make it work. His dick burrowed deep, bottoming out.
Payton gasped and arched into him even harder. Then she rolled her upper body forward, pushing against the mattress to get them even tighter together. Following her lead, shifting over top of her, Brock pulled her hips up with one arm, bracing himself on his knees. They were as tight together as they could possibly get and he rocked into her hard. Payton reached down to touch herself and he almost came then, but he forced his body into submission. She needed to come first. With a few frantic strokes she climaxed, screaming.
