Payce's Passions

by Piper Kay

  “Shit, Payce,” he grumbles.

  Braxton is going to make me come all over myself with the way he moans my name like that, it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. He tightens his arms around my waist, pulling me tight into him. If I get any closer, I’m going to be inside the man, which is the hottest and fucking happiest thought I’ve had in years. I squeeze my hand between our warm bodies and unbutton the snap on his jeans, teasing my finger along the band.

  I trail kisses down his body, as I move lower and lower until I reach his chest, then abs and bite through the material. Slipping my hands underneath his shirt, I finger crawl upwards raising the tee up with the back of my hand until his chest is exposed. “Brax, you are full of surprises.” He’s got piercings. A silver hoop dangles from each nipple and I slither my tongue around them, pulling at one with my teeth and the other with my fingers. He lets out a gasp.

  Licking circles around the tips, I slip my hands back to his jeans and unzip him, and squat down and help him shimmy the jeans down over his hips. He rips his shirt over his head, then kicks his shoes off and flips his jeans over the end of his foot.

  Brax yanks on the sides of my hair and guides me up to his mouth and our tongues meet, doing a mid-air thrash dance with one another. We lash around each other, mine lapping over the top of his as he flicks against the bottom of mine. We were made for each other, I swear. His eyes begin to glaze over. I love the way he looks when he does that, so out of control, and he moans.

  I step back taking in all of him in. His pecs are so tight, and the piercings just add to the hotness of his entire chest area. His side is cut perfectly down to his waist area and the man has a rippled abdomen that won’t quit. There is absolutely not an inch of this man that will go untouched, especially those V-lines that form an Adonis belt on him. Everything that is so manly about him is driving me shit-fuck horny. I trace the happy trail that runs down his stomach, disappearing into his boxers with the back of my finger.

  I whisper into his ear. “Brax, I’m going to trace over every inch of your fucking gorgeous body with my tongue. No matter where you are or what you’re doing, where you look or touch yourself, you’ll always remember my tongue being there too.”

  Brax snatches me back to him, the roughness of his hand caressing over mine causes me to shiver. He completely takes me off guard, I’m not used to someone manhandling me, but in this case, I like it…a lot.

  His fingers work the button on my jeans loose. In a matter of seconds he has me unzipped and is damn near peeling my skin off at how fast he’s shredding my jeans down my legs. I crouch over to unlock the metal clips on my boots. As I bend to take them off, his crotch brushes side to side against the tips of my hair, and I grin to myself. I love that he’s getting this horny around me. Before rising up, I slowly caress my tongue between his waistband and skin, then pull them back with my teeth, allowing the elastic to snap back in place. He flinches and tightens his grip on my shoulders.

  I snake my tongue up his waist, tasting him as I circle his navel, then higher and higher. I reach his collarbone, peppering him in kisses, before slurping my tongue up his neck, over his prickly chin to his mouth, delving deep inside him. He runs his hands along my back, massaging into the muscles. His kisses are so passionate and tender that it’s driving me insane. I’m not used to being with someone tender and I’m especially not familiar with being sensitive and caring to what someone else is feeling, but with Brax, I want to enjoy every bit of him.

  Brax slips his hands to my waist, he thumbs over my hip bones and then trace down the creases to my groin. He raises my shirt over my head, tossing it to the ground. With my feet, I finish taking my jeans over my toes and I pull back from him, and step away, as I stand buck naked in front of him for the first time in seven years.

  Brax licks his lips as he looks me up and down from head to toe, then makes his way back up. His fingers trace the dragon tattoo on my chest, letting his thumb graze across my nipple. He bites into his lip again.

  God I want this man like I’ve never wanted anyone before.

  My hand goes to his waist as I watch him. Just the way he eye fucks me makes my cock stiffen with a twinge, and a chill shoots down my spine; I erupt in goose bumps. He presses against his own cock, I know he’s trying to calm the ache behind the boxers, but I don’t want him calming anything right now.

  I’ve got to regain my composure and control somehow. “Get naked,” I demand.

  “Bark out orders much?” he laughs.

  “You didn’t seem to mind it before, did you?”

  “Time changes things, Payce.” He nods his head up at me.

  I lean close to him and whisper, “humor me, please,” then I step back. I’ve never said please to another man, ever.

  Brax begins to slide them off and I grin at him. Good boy. As he lowers his boxers, he sways side to side as he pushes them over his hipbones. I lick my lips and grab my dick in my hand and begin swiping back and forth, as I watch him strip for me. As he straightens back up, he watches me stroke myself and his eyes droop, he takes a deep breath. He takes his cock in his hand and begins to move up and down his shaft. I lick the top of my lip and raise my eyebrow, our eyes dart from each other, down to our hands and back up to eye level. He’s fucking beautiful to watch.

  He takes a step closer to me and whispers back, “humored now?”

  “Hell yes.” I lean against him.

  My hand pushes against his throat to hold him in place and I kiss him again. Deep and hard, my tongue dives into him taking control and I devour his warm wet mouth with mine. Slurping and sucking him, pinning him tighter with my grip. I get a little rougher, biting into him hungrily. I rub my goatee against his chin, then brush up against his cheek so tender it tickles him and a grin spreads across his face.

  Brax reaches down and wraps his free hand around mine and tightens. Hand over hand, he strokes up and down my cock with me. His mouth presses into my chest, his heavy breathing is so warm against my skin. I gasp. He licks his way up to my ear, taking a gentle nibble. He begins stroking me faster and I look down as he jacks himself and me both.

  “Brax, do you have any idea how fucking hot you look right now?”

  “Shut up, man.” He laughs, and I’m not sure whether to be pissed off or not.

  I shove my body into his and he lets go of himself, wrapping his arms around my back, as I put my arms around him, inching my fingers down to his ass cheeks. The heads of our dicks bump, and we begin to grind against each other, poking and teasing. I bury my tongue in his mouth. I squeeze his ass cheeks tight in the palms of my hands, gently pushing him together, then spreading him as I massage him.

  He cups his hands around both of us, my dick on top of his, and he makes a tube with his hands, stroking us together.

  “You’re making me way beyond horny, Brax, turn around for me,” I whisper in his ear.

  He shakes his head no and pulls back from me.

  No, what the hell? I watch him because I’m not sure what his problem is. He gives me a shit eating grin with a wink and grabs my dick jerking me back to him. Oh, Braxton wants a little tug love action…my fucking pleasure.

  “You feel so good jacking me off. Do it faster, tighter,” I whisper in his ear and he shivers against me. “Mmmm…there you go. You like that?”

  “Yesss…” he purrs. “But why don’t you quit talking, Payce and make yourself useful?” Brax raises an eyebrow to me.

  “Hmmm…who’s being cocky now?” I curl my hand around his dick and yank him to me. “Like this?” I give him a grin and tighten my grip on him.

  “No, like this.” He spins me back and slams me against the wall behind me. He buries his tongue inside my mouth, quickly swirling around mine then pulls out.

  I laugh. “Fucking tease.” I tug him tighter, and quicker.

  I’m not getting near the head of his dick yet, because I know how sensitive it is and that’s exactly where he wants me to be. Two can play at this game and I want hi
m throbbing so hard he can hear the blood thumping inside his skull.

  “Me, a tease? Hardly. I know what I want and how to get it is all.” Brax yanks me harder and faster, letting his thumb glide over my moist slit.

  “Confident, I like that. And what exactly is it that you want from me, Brax?”

  He tugs tighter on me. “You yelling my name as you come,” he whispers, then licks at my lobe again and growls in my ear.

  “I don’t yell, Brax, but if you keep talking and moaning like that, you’re going to be on your knees in front of me sucking me off.”

  “Like this?” He drops down to his knees in front of me.

  “Oh…fuck…me,” I grumble.

  He sucks me in his mouth, slathering his tongue around the length of my shaft.

  My hand winds through his hair and I guide him back and forth to match my thrusts into him. His rough hand cups the soft skin of my nuts, causing me to pump harder into his mouth. Good fucking God…jeezuz! My legs begin to shake. He grabs onto my hips and pulls me down to the carpet with him right here in the hallway.

  I lean back as he pushes my legs apart, lowering his head. His hands slide under my ass lifting me, as he licks under my nuts and down my gooch, teasing the hell out of me. He slowly moves back to the base of my rod, then continues up my shaft until he reaches the head. With pursed lips, he pushes them over the head of my prick. I thrust up into him and feel myself beginning to tense up, my nuts tighten.

  I want more than anything to bust a nut right now, but I can’t just be selfish like this, I need to make sure he’s taken care of too. Wait…what? When the hell did I start caring what someone else wanted? Oh, the minute that ‘someone’ became Braxton Temple.

  “Come here,” I tell him.

  He creeps up my body, his cock dangles against my skin as he crawls up me, and attacks my mouth, his tongue diving in and circling mine.

  “Mmmm…you taste so fucking good,” he groans into my mouth.

  “Are you trying to make me come all over you?” I ask him.

  “Straddle over me, Payce.” He climbs off of me and rolls onto his back.

  I climb over him, my knees on each side of his waist, and I lean down to kiss him. When I do, he cups our dicks together tight in his hands, and begins stroking us, our cocks throbbing against each other.

  “What the fuck? Oh goddamn, Brax.” I toss my head back unable to control the moans escaping from me, the sensation he’s causing is amazing. “Fucking hell that feels incredible.” I look back at him and he grins.

  “I’ve had that piercing for about three years now, you like?” he asks.

  “Mmmm…hmmm.” I can’t even make myself speak real words right now.

  My eyes roll up in my head as the metal balls from his frenulum piercing rub back and forth over the head of my dick. He thrusts against me and I press harder against him, he tightens his grip around us. Pumping our dicks back and forth against each other into his hand, I can’t contain myself and surrender to the heat and passion of the moment.

  “God you’re about to make me come all over you,” I say and lower myself to his mouth, lapping at his pouty lips, as I pump against him.

  “Mmmm…” he growls and I suck him into my mouth, and his hand squeezes around us.

  I stretch my legs out against his, supporting my weight with my arms, and thrust harder and harder against him. As he moans, his body quivers beneath me and that’s all it takes.

  My arms begin to shake from holding my body weight on them and with several hard pushes he moans out, releasing. I’m coming instantly hearing him.

  “Brax, oh fuck, Brax. Yesss,” I yell his name, as tremors surge through my body. I erupt with one last thrust against him.

  I can’t catch my breath or support my body anymore. I collapse against him, feeling the wetness between us and I don’t even care. My head drops on his chest, I’m heaving against him.

  “Holy fuck,” I gasp.

  He’s panting and I can feel his heart pounding against mine, then laughter rumbles through his chest. I lean up and look down at him.

  “Not the most appropriate time to be laughing, is it? What’s so damn funny?” I ask.

  “That was perfect.” He laughs out loud again and I grin at him, his laugh is contagious. “Just fucking perfect, Payce.”

  “What?” I’m laughing too, but no clue why yet. “Tell me.”

  “I told you I’d have you yelling my name, didn’t I?”

  I roll off of him and onto my back almost ready to pout like a school girl. Brax did exactly what he said he would. Now that’s a man, someone who says they’re going to do something and they do it. He made me lose total control with him, and I couldn’t have stopped it even if I tried. Nothing has ever felt that damn good before. “Yeah, you told me.” Shit. I can’t think of anything clever to say as a comeback, so it’s the best I got to answer him.

  “It’s okay, baby.” He leans over to me, still laughing and nibbles at my lips. “Come on, don’t pout now.” His body starts to shake from laughing now. Brax is truly enjoying this.

  “I’m not fucking pouting, Brax.” I wrap my arms around him and pull him down to me, he’s still got a case of the damn giggles.

  Brax slows his breathing, and finally stops. Geez, as much as I want to be angry, or frustrated, or whatever the hell I’m supposed to even be feeling right now for completely losing control, I just can’t. He was right, so fucking right and I have to give him that.

  He leans up and kisses my lips again. “I’ve missed you, man.”

  “Mmmm…hmmm.” He’s not getting anything more from me right now, other than short quick responses until I can figure out how to save my fucking ego.

  “That’s all I get? No I missed you too or anything? Mmmm…hmmm?” A huge shit-eating grin spreads across his face. “Awe, did big bad Payce lose himself for a minute?” he burst out laughing again and pulls back. “I enjoyed it.”

  I feel a smirk form across my face. “Good. Now let it go, man, okay?” I perch up on my elbows.

  Brax crawls back on his hands and knees, and sits up. “I’m sorry.” He bends to me, giving a quick peck as he talks. “I was just playing with you.” He raises an eyebrow to me and smiles.

  He’s really enjoying this. I grin back because he’s too fucking cute, and a little too confident for his own damn good. I lean up, and pull him against my mouth. “I’m not mad at you.”

  “Good.” He jumps up. “I’ll get us a towel to clean up.”

  I lock my hands behind my head and watch his sexy ass strut to the end of the hallway. He turns to face me.

  “Hey, Payce?” He’s still wearing that victorious shit-eating grin.

  “Yes?”

  “Who’s your fucking daddy?” He burst out laughing and darts around the corner.

  “Cocky asshole, you’re paying for that one, man, big time.” I jump up, laughing, and chase after him.

  Fucking smartass! He’s never going to let me live it down. God, I’ve missed him too. He’s still paying for that cheap shot though.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Braxton

  Even though I’m laughing on the inside, I try to calm and contain myself before the control freak in Payce makes him wig out and start pulling away. It’s very obvious he’s used to running the show and being in control. I don’t want him to feel too uncomfortable, but the partial top inside of me loves what just happened.

  Payce enters the room, still grinning from ear to ear. I guess he’s more okay with it than I thought, at least this one time. I slap my hand on the top of the bed for him to sit down. With the warm washrag, I sponge over his chest and stomach. It feels good to be near him again, to finally see where things can go for us.

  He looks up, his eyes meet mine, and he arches his brow. I can tell he’s not used to someone taking care of him. Knowing him, his hard headed ass probably never gave anyone the chance. He reaches out to my thighs, gliding his hands up and down me, his stare is fucking intense as h
ell right now.

  Our chemistry is just as strong as it ever was. The spark between us is electrifying, it’s incredible how everything instinctively comes back, like we never missed a day. Payce gnaws at the inside of his lip, still staring into my eyes. I’d almost forgotten how expressive and seductive he can be.

  “What’s going on in that head of yours? I can see it all over you.” I smirk at him.

  Payce doesn’t say a word, but his hand inches up and around my waist, resting against the small of my back. Caresses from his thumb cause chill bumps to spread all over me. He’s tender and affectionate, which is not in his character, so I’m not sure what to make of it.

  Payce has never been gentle, I didn’t know he had it in him. He’s always had a roughness about him, that made him comes off as a bad boy, a trouble maker. Seeing this soft and compassionate side of him is a first, it makes him seem vulnerable. It sort of tugs at my heart. Payce tilts his head to the side and pulls me down to him. I bend over, cupping him in my palms, and give him a kiss, before backing away from him.

  Over our years away from each other, I’ve grown into a person who is secure and confident in my manhood. I also learned how to read and react to people, and right now, everything about Payce screams control. I only recognize it in him because we grew up together, but there is no doubt in my mind, he’s still fighting and holding on to a lot of insecurities. Payce always needed to be the strong one, so I’ll hand over the control reigns to him…for now.

  He reaches for me, grabbing my face and pulling me to him. He eases his tongue between my lips. Slowly, he glosses over the top of my tongue, then slips underneath, and ends it with a long pucker. He takes a deep breath and smiles.

  One thing that hasn’t changed with Payce is the suckish way he tries to hide feelings or to protect something, like he’s trying to do right now. He can probably pull that off with everyone, except me, I’ve known him too long. It’s all in his eyes, they’ve always been a dead giveaway. His trust issues run as deep as mine do and my guess is that he’s trying to figure out where I fit on that scale.