by Lacey Black
“Okay, no tickles. I’d hate to get peed on,” I reply through my laugh.
“It’s time for my bath. We had grilled cheese for dinner and Mimi says I have butter everywhere.”
“Sounds good, angel. Tell Mimi I’ll call her tomorrow when I’m on my way home. I’ll see you tomorrow, all right? I love you.”
“Love you too, Daddy.”
My. Heart.
Doesn’t matter how many times I hear those words, they still render me speechless every time.
“‘Night, pumpkin.”
I hang up just as fellow conference-goers start to file out of the banquet hall. Raymond, Tim, and Althea, amongst a few others, come out, laughing and talking.
“Hey, Dean! We’re heading into the bar for a drink. Care to join us?”
Are you kidding me? I have a gorgeous, probably naked woman upstairs in my hotel room right now. Hanging out with you guys, talking taxes doesn’t even come close as reason as to why I’d delay heading up to the room a second longer than necessary.
“Thanks for the offer, Tim. I’m actually heading out pretty early in the morning. I’m going to head up and pack before hitting the hay.” Althea’s eyebrows shoot skyward, but she doesn’t call me out on my obvious lie. Especially in light of the fact there’s one final meeting in the morning before being dismissed from the conference at noon.
“Too bad, man. If you change your mind, we’ll be in there,” he says, indicating the doorway to the hotel bar.
We say our goodbyes before I’m able to escape to the elevator. I’m smiling broadly as I push the button for my floor, anxious to get to the woman waiting in my room. My pants start to tighten just thinking about her luscious curves. Bouncing on my toes, it doesn’t take long before I’m deposited on my floor and heading towards my room.
Towards Payton.
* * *
The door isn’t even closed, and my cock is thickening in my trousers. Her voice is seeping through the crack in the bathroom door. It’s a Carrie Underwood song, and it’s definitely off-key. A huge grin sweeps across my face as she sings about a cheating man and tearing apart his pickup. If it wasn’t so comical, I’d be slightly terrified of the underlying message.
Instead, I take the opportunity to strip out of my clothes until I’m naked. On any other day, I’d go ahead and hang my dress shirt in the closet and fold my pants in my suitcase, but that was before a very naked, very wet Payton Summer was singing horribly in my shower about maiming a man.
I’m so fucking turned on.
I slowly open the door, thankful that it doesn’t squeak, and slip inside. The air is thick and humid, the mirror completely fogged up. That only makes me that much more anxious to join her beneath the hot water spray.
Payton’s attempting to hit high notes that would make dogs bark. I have to bite the inside of my lip to keep from laughing and giving away my position. And my position is a breath away from the singing beauty. My hard-on could practically reach out and knock on the shower curtain.
Unable to stay away any longer, I grab the curtain and gently pull it back. Glancing inside, I’m treated to the sight of Payton’s gyrating hips as she sings along to the music in her head. As I step inside, I try to avoid scaring her, but she doesn’t hear me, so when I reach out and touch her back, the room is filled with a scream.
“It’s me,” I say as I try to peal her body off the side of the shower.
“Jesus, you scared me,” she gasps, trying to get her breathing under control. “You’re all finished with your dinner?”
“Yep. Lots of boring speakers and conversations with my peers. The dinner was good, though. Did you eat?” I ask, running a finger from her shoulder down her arm and watching the way my fingers glide over her wet skin.
“Not yet.” She’s breathless. I can feel her eyes burning into me as she watches me touch her.
“You should have eaten.” I run my finger back up her arm and down the center of her chest. When they reach her belly button, I return my eyes to hers. “You’re going to need your energy.”
She shivers.
Stepping forward, my arms wrap around her waist, drawing her into my embrace. Before she can even wrap her own arms around me, my lips taste skin. I start at the hollow of her neck and slowly drag them upward. My tongue slips out, drawing a long, wet trail up her chin. When my lips reach hers, I hit pay dirt. Her lips taste like heaven. Sweet, succulent, and addicting.
Her groan fills the bathroom, the sound going straight to my groin. She immediately opens her mouth to me, and I gladly take it. My tongue has an urgency I’ve never experienced. It’s more than just a quick ‘hey, we gotta hurry up before someone catches us’ need. This is something that consumes me, ravishes me. My need for her is infinite, and frankly, that scares the crap out of me.
So I won’t think about that now.
Now, I’ll concentrate on pleasure. On the way she makes me feel. On Payton.
Without breaking the connection of our mouths, I move her backwards half a step until she’s leaning against the shower wall. Payton arches into me, her glorious tits rubbing against my body. If I wasn’t hard before, I’m painfully stiff now. Knife-like throbbing in my balls kinda pain.
But I welcome it, because any amount of time with this woman is worth it.
“Stay right here,” I instruct after breaking the kiss. She whimpers, but stays put.
Grabbing the fragrant bar of soap, I squat in front of her and, frankly, am treated to the best view in the house. Carefully, I lift her left leg and set it on the side of the tub. Then, I lather up my hands and grab the foot resting on the ledge.
Starting at her instep, I apply pressure to her foot, rubbing and washing her body. Her moan is deep and goes straight to my dick. As much as I’d like to say forget this round of foreplay and bury myself balls deep, I have this overwhelming desire to touch every inch of her skin. So that’s what I do.
I work my way up from her foot to her calf. When I reach behind her knee, she giggles and squirms. Glancing up, she looks breathless and gorgeous, with water streaming down her body. The water cascades over her breasts and winds down her stomach to her pussy. It’s like an aquatic path leading me to the Promised Land.
Her thighs are beckoning me. Leaning forward, I run my tongue from her kneecap straight up to where her legs meet. She’s sweeter than any sugar concoction available, and her scent is heavenly. I can hear her heavy breathing over the water, and the sound does things to me. It drives me, fuels me. My sole need right now is to taste her.
When I swipe my tongue between the folds of her pussy, her moan echoes off the walls. I can feel her legs shaking as I place the one I was just washing back up on the ledge, opening her up for what’s coming. As soon as she’s stable, I slide nearer, getting up close and personal with my favorite part of her body. Well, besides her gorgeous smile. And her green eyes. And her perfect ass.
Fine. Every part of Payton’s body is my favorite.
I start with slow, long strokes of my tongue against her swollen clit. She’s moving against my mouth, seeking out my touch. The noises she makes, her uproars of pleasure, is like throwing gas onto an already blazing inferno. It ignites my blood and sends lust racing recklessly through my taut body.
Grabbing the backs of her thighs, I pull her forward, tilting her pelvis forward and upward, aligning her perfectly with my mouth. My tongue starts to move with a fierceness I didn’t know it possessed. And possessed is another adjective, because it’s taken a mind of its own, licking and stroking against her core with a ferocity that surprised even me.
She’s close. I can tell by her noises and the way her body is gyrating against my face. She’s taking everything she wants and needs, and hell, if that isn’t a turn-on all on its own. I move slowly and slide my tongue into her wet, hot pussy. Muscles tighten around me as she moans once more.
“More,” she begs.
And who am I to deny her anything she wants?
So I slide my tongue into
her body, savoring every ounce of her taste, drawing out every bit of pleasure I can. I use one hand on the back of her thigh for leverage, and bring the other up front to join the party. With two fingers, I gently caress her swollen nub, and her legs instantly start to shake. She’s so close, I can feel it.
I let her body lead me as I continue to pierce her wetness with my tongue and rub circles over her clit. Her body grinds against my face as I breathe in every part of her. She comes apart against me, in my mouth, with loud moans of pure, raw release. Her taste floods me, and not just my mouth. It invades my sanity, my soul. I need her, and I need her now.
Payton starts to weaken immediately. I can feel her body starting to sag against me, so I quickly stand up and grab a hold of her. She’s pliant in my arms, wrecked by her orgasm. And that’s my cue to get her into bed and do it all over again.
Shutting off the water, I grab a towel and wrap it around her body. Grabbing the second one, I wrap it loosely around my waist before turning my full attention back to her. She’s heavy lidded and smiling lazily as she watches me watch her. My mouth desperately seeks hers. The kiss is bruising and fierce and full of promise. It’s the kinda kiss I could drown in.
Without breaking the connection of our lips, I move and lead her towards the bedroom. The air is cooler in the main part of the hotel room and goose bumps cover Payton’s arms. I lead her towards the bed and grab the blankets, pulling them back and lowering her. When I glance down, her hair is soaking wet with big clumps of drenched brown tendrils leaving marks all over the sheets.
It’s sexy as hell.
And that’s before I remove the towel. That’s like Christmas morning and my birthday all wrapped up in one succulent gift as I expose her body. Even though I just had my hands and mouth all over her, I realize I’ll never get enough. I crave her with a fierceness I had never expected, and certainly never experienced.
Dropping my towel, I cover her body with my own and resume the kiss. Her lips are eager, and she opens immediately for me. My tongue slides inside, caressing and stroking hers as my hands cover every inch of her chest. Her nipples are hard and press against me, making my mouth water even more than it already is.
“I want to continue my exploration of your body, but I don’t think I can wait any longer,” I say, kissing her neck.
“I need you.” Her words are breathless and, like an arrow, strike me straight in the heart.
Gazing up, my eyes lock on hers. They’re full of lust and need, but something else too. She wants me, wants this, but she’s afraid. She has no idea how terrified I am by the rapidly developing feelings I have for her. Every moment I’m with her, I feel myself being pulled further under the water, until I’ll be completely drowning in her. But while the fear is still very much present, my need to be with her takes over. The self-created rules have been thrown out the window. The proverbial line has been drawn in the sand and crossed. There’s no going back to any sort of client/accountant relationship after I’ve tasted and felt her naked body.
So the only thing to do now is go with the current. I won’t fight it. I can’t.
I just need to convince her to take the plunge with me.
“Are you going to kiss me again?” she asks, drawing my attention back to the task at hand.
“Would you like me to kiss you again?” I ask, moving my mouth back to her neck. She purrs like a cat, craning her neck to give me better access.
Nipping at her ear, I ask, “Is this what you want?”
“Almost.”
“What else do you want?” I ask, moving her legs up and over my hips.
“You’re getting there,” she quips with a smile on her face.
I rub my erection against her wetness. “Is this it?”
“Getting there.”
Reaching over her shoulder, I grab a condom from the nightstand. She doesn’t make it easy to sheath my erection when she won’t let me up off her and keeps grinding against the very cock I’m trying to cover.
Returning to my position between her thighs, I slide against her clit, causing the sexiest gasp to slip from her lips. “How about now?” I ask.
“So close.”
“But not quite there?”
“Not quite.”
“Hmmmm,” I reply before bending down and taking her lips with mine. This time, I keep a slow paced kiss, savoring and cherishing her mouth with my own.
With one slow thrust, I slide inside her wet pussy. Her muscles tighten around me and almost cause temporary blindness. “What about now?” I ask against her lips.
“That’s it,” she moans.
Slowly, I move in and out of her body. My hands are everywhere: in her hair, caressing her neck, stroking her breasts. It’s brutal keeping my pace slow and steady. My own body is craving an epic release, but I keep it held off as long as I can. Instead, I revel in the feel of her body wrapped around mine.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” The words are out there before I can stop them. But I’m not sorry I said them because she is. More than beautiful actually, but she’s like a timid deer when it comes to relationships.
But she doesn’t seem to mind the crudeness that comes with my compliment. A stunning smile crosses her flushed face as she gazes up at me with lust-filled, hungry eyes. Running her hand through my hair, she doesn’t convey her thanks with words, but with her eyes. They’re deep green and full of happiness, and it’s a view of her I’ll never forget. So venerable, so open, so real.
My lips claim hers once more as my body starts to move on its own. I’m actually surprised I’ve held out this long, my need for her completely consuming me. She runs her hands up my back, gripping and digging her nails into my shoulder blades. I can feel her starting to tighten around me, pulling me into the depths of her body as far as I’ll possibly go.
I pump hard into her, giving in fully to the desire. My pelvis slams into her thighs hard enough she’ll surely have bruises. I’d never intentionally–or unintentionally–mark a woman, but the thought of her having indications of our night on the delicate skin of her thighs makes me wild.
Her orgasm slams into her moments before my own. I’m swept away in the euphoria as her loud moans bounce off the hotel room walls. Her pussy pulses as I empty myself into the condom, my body shaking and convulsing with aftershocks of another epic orgasm.
My arms give out and I drop on top of her like my body weighs a thousand pounds. We mold together, a combination of water from the shower and sweat, and our labored breathing mixes. I could stay right here forever, and die a happy man. Being with this woman gets better every time, and considering the first few times were hot as hell, that’s saying something.
“I’m squishing you,” I mumble against her head.
“I like it.”
“You’re weird,” I say with a laugh.
“True, but you like me, so what does that make you?”
“Weirder?” I quip.
Slowly, I roll to my back, taking her with me until she’s tucked perfectly against my side. I need to get rid of the condom, but I’m enjoying the way she feels too much to care about getting rid of the rubber.
After a few minutes, I gently slide out from under her and head into the bathroom. I throw the rubber in the trash and take a leak before grabbing a warm washcloth to take to Payton. When I catch a glimpse at my reflection, I’m not startled to see what’s staring back at me. The man in the mirror is flushed. He looks excited and eager to get back to the woman waiting in his bed.
But there’s also weariness there. Tonight could be the start of something I wasn’t looking for. It could lead to a relationship that I find myself, surprisingly, wanting. But it could also go the other way just as quickly. Payton could easily decide that tonight’s the last time she’ll be warming my bed. We’ve both proclaimed that a relationship isn’t in the cards, but maybe that’s all changed.
Maybe I’ve changed my mind.
Now I just need to change hers.
Chapte
r Fifteen
Payton
My stomach growls angrily beneath the covers, but I’m not in any condition to move. Dean has his arms wrapped around me, our naked and sated bodies entwined beneath starch white sheets. It’s the most comfortable–and lest I forget, the most natural–feeling in the world. I’m content. Happy, even, and that can’t happen.
It’s not that I don’t believe in happiness, because I do. I see it every time Jaime and Ryan or Meghan and Josh are in the room. It’s just that it’s not for me. Sometimes, life deals you a hand that leaves a void that you’re unable to fill with laughter, kisses, and great sex. And I’ll be the first to admit, I’ve never really had all three of those simultaneously before. With Cole, I thought I had it all, until I didn’t. Even though we were young, the kisses were nice and the sex satisfying, but the communication was definitely left lacking. The laughter turned to tears, and there wasn’t anything he could do to change it.
Now after experiencing sex with Dean? I realize that what Cole and I had was subpar, at best. And it wasn’t just him; it was me too. I’m adult enough to admit that our relationship wasn’t easy or perfect. At the end, I forced the issue that we weren’t meant to be, and I still stand by that decision. Not that I’m writing Dean’s name on the line beside the words The One, but things are definitely a little different this time around. It’s complex and easy at the same time, and that’s what concerns me the most.
I can actually picture a relationship with Dean McIntire. I can’t and won’t go as far as to see white picket fences and two point five kids, but that doesn’t mean I don’t picture him and I snuggled up on the couch late at night on a Friday watching CSI reruns. And that’s why I need to stop this charade before it gets carried away and ends in hurt.
“I can feel your brain working overtime. What are you thinking about?” he asks, his hand drifting down my side and resting on my hip.
“Nothing much.”
“Something tells me that it’s a lot more than nothing much.” Dean turns us both until we’re facing each other. The concern is written all over his handsome face, in his rich, caramel brown eyes. “What’s the matter?”
