“I’ve gotta ask you something, Peyton, and I can’t wait to see your little cheeks blush when I do.” He broke their kiss but his lips never left hers. He sipped and licked them, lavished her with far too much attention.
“I don’t blush,” she said before she arched her dainty neck. “I’m not easily shocked, Kane.”
He clutched the nape of her neck and looked deep into her eyes. He swiped his hot tongue over her lips again. Damn the man for kissing her long enough to make her wet, so fucking wet he might think she’d peed her pants. Sexy, she thought. Real sexy. Damn it. Why did she always have damp panties around him?
He meant to claim her. Right here, real soon, tonight. Maybe it was okay to wear dripping wet panties when a man planned to do something about it. She’d find out because she’d ask him.
His eyes turned dark, possessive with a lust she’d never known before, maybe never would again, while his voice cleared but remained raspy, carnal intentions caught in his upper lip. She understood that he wanted to whisper all sorts of dirty nothings in her ear, and she longed to hear them.
He kissed her, released her, held her away from him and looked right into her eyes.
“I want to know how you’re going to react when I show you what I can do with your sweet little pussy. Are you going to come for me? Will you scream my name? Will you cry or beg? What are you going to do when I sink my tongue so far in between your legs that you’ll never forget this night?”
Damn him for going for a shock factor. She tingled all over as he held her tight against his cock rubbing it over her lower middle half.
“Tell me, darlin’, are you ready to know what it feels like to become a woman? ‘Cause I can’t wait to know how you feel, what you say when you climax, what you scream when you feel a wave of desire crashing against your walls, forcing your self control away. I want to know…” He licked his own lips before he nibbled at hers again. “I have to know…what your pussy tastes like when you’re drenched in nothing but sweet honey and cream.”
Good Lord he might as well go down on her now and find out. Her womb clenched, her hands weaved through his hair and she moved against him, eager to feel the ridge of his cock stroke against her. He tried to kiss her then but instead she pulled away from him and she didn’t blink when she wrapped her arms around his neck. With her mouth at his ear, she purred seductively. “My pussy is going to taste like the sweetest candy you’ve ever eaten in your life.”
She squeezed the cotton candy lube she’d taken from his bag into the palm of his open hand. She had every intention of leading him to the bedroom, but they never made it that far.
His hot and spicy breath swept her off of her feet, and he kept it close to her lips. He gathered her in his arms and carried her to the futon in the middle of the open space. A kick here and a shove there and the sofa converted to a bed.
He sat her in the middle of the seedy mattress and stripped off his shirt. She took away his pleasure by stripping her own clothing off piece by piece. She tugged at the thin top and quickly yanked it over her head, before she unsnapped the clasps and freed her breasts. She tossed the material beside of her.
“Holy fucking damn. You don’t waste any time, do you?” He growled as his lips ravaged her breast, and he sucked on her nipple, pulling it firm against his lips.
“Good Lord woman, you’re more than a mouthful.” He obviously liked the fact. His teeth nipped at the side of her breast before he licked over the pointed peak and sucked her in like she might have imagined. No, she never dreamed of this. It was too good, too hot and far more than she bargained for. She needed to run and run hard, run somewhere, anywhere, just away-far away-from this, from him.
The kind of pleasure Kane delivered destroyed a woman. This was what her mother once warned her about, what girls in gym class squealed about as they recounted their days in the backseats of automobiles. Only better, hotter, and far sexier.
His cheek rubbed against her flesh, the two-day old beard roughly burned her skin. Her breath caught in her chest as he kissed in between her swollen mounds, and licked a moist and delicious path straight down her stomach. His hand covered her breast, and he began squeezing, releasing, and stroking her nipple with his thumb.
Oh no, her friends never told of such discovery. This wasn’t a teenage boy touching her, but a hard and experienced man. One who understood there were many ways to capture and tame a woman, and Kane Cartwell smiled with the knowledge.
“The sweetest candy, huh?” He knelt on the mattress and unhooked his belt. She tried to act like it wasn’t a shock, a surprise but God help her, she thought she drooled.
His belt still hooked, he pressed his hand against her denim clad crotch. “I’m gonna find out. I’m gonna taste you, Peyton, and sleep with the reminder on my lips tonight. Good God, I’ve waited too long to sip on this sweet little pussy.” His hands parted her thighs and he pressed himself against her, studied her face, watching no doubt, for a reaction.
She liked to think she read a lot about the act itself. She felt well studied in sex. She made it her business to know positioning, angles she wanted to try and the best possible way to find pleasure, but he didn’t wait for her to wrap her legs around him. He did it for her.
Hooking a knee over his forearm, he moved his cock against her center again and again. Dry humping. Good grief she might come before he got inside of her.
“This is so…”
“Good? Ah yeah, baby. It’s good, and it’s gonna get burning hot too.” He unzipped, unbuttoned, tugged and pulled until he exposed her, all of her.
Her hips refused to still. She didn’t want to grind against him. She didn’t want him to think she lacked experience.
His fingers propelled over her mound. He caressed through what few curls she had there and then dipped, just barely disappeared into her folds.
She breathed harder now, and her hips rolled forward, defying her better senses while urging him to take her, finger her just once, with a few hard strokes. “Please, Kane…”
“Please, what? Tell me what you want me to please?” He tapped the folds and bit on his lip. “Talk dirty to me, Peyton. I’ll give you what you want.”
She gulped as she watched him, the cloud of judgment forcing her to take hold of the situation. She glanced at the beer on the coffee table. Oh God, he’s been drinking. A lot by the cans on the table, she thought. It doesn’t matter, he’s old enough to want this. She convinced herself she wasn’t taking advantage of him, she wasn’t using opportunity to rule over what little control he possessed when he was around her. Denial worked well right then.
“I want you. Please let me have you.” Her voice stayed shaky, and almost desperate. “Please let me know what it feels like to be your woman, even if it’s only tonight. Let me be your woman right now, Kane.”
His lips turned up the corners, and she tingled all over. With the ball of his hand, he rolled it over her cunt, popped his wrist, and then dipped two fingers into her pussy. He slowly pushed inside of her, barely easing them in place. Two fingers see-sawed up and down inside of her pussy. His middle finger dipped in, drew back. His index finger tapped against her walls and then vanished. Over and over again, he tried to make her crazy.
“Kane, please, harder. Give me… more. I can’t take this. It’s torture!” She moved her body into his palm trying to trap his fingers inside of her.
“I’ll give you more, sweetheart but first I want you to try something for me…” He kissed her pussy. God help her, he gave her a loving kiss on her mound. She felt the juices drizzle out of her moist center.
“Anything, I’ll do anything…” Her thighs parted, and her head rolled over to the side.
The door flew open before Kane had a chance to ask for favors, or offer a few suggestions. Anger spilled into the room as the wood panels crashed against the wall. Braden’s voice ricocheted across the boathouse. “What the ever lovin’ hell do you think you’re doing?”
Kane shot up off the bed and tossed a blanket over her in the process. Peyton’s mouth dropped in shock as Evan and Braden rushed across the room.
Evan stood over them. “Damn, I missed one hell of a party.”
Braden glared, huffed and puffed. Steam came out of his ears. She swore she saw it and blinked to try and envision it again.
Kane slid the candy lube he wouldn’t put to use anytime soon underneath the blanket and placed it in her palm. He closed her fist around it. Out of their sight and his mind, he thought. He stroked her hand underneath the blanket before he reluctantly moved.
Evan didn’t act as furious as Braden but they were not happy, and they both planned on getting a few answers. They’d want them any second now.
Braden glared at the display of an intimate party. “I’m waiting for someone to tell me what’s going on here.”
“It’s my fault,” Peyton said, pointing at the beer cans. “I got him drunk and tried to take advantage of him.”
“The hell you did. He’s been out here for several hours drinking. I talked to him earlier, and he slurred all over the place.”
Peyton held the thin blanket to her chest. “I know but I…I came in here and found him like this and I…I just…stripped.”
“I’m far from drunk, Peyton.” Kane stood up and buckled his pants, his erection still obvious even though, thank God, it never left his pants. He snatched his shirt from the floor. “Come on, give her time to get dressed.”
Braden and Evan followed him outside and Peyton scurried around to get the place back in order. First she put her clothes on, then she slipped into the bathroom and returned the cotton candy lube to the toy bag. Finally, she put all the contents from the bag back where they belonged and returned the kit where she found it.
“I am so dead,” she spoke to her reflection. “D-E-A-D.”
She walked back out, and all three men gawked at her. Braden and Evan waited for her version of an explanation, no doubt. She thought about suggesting something logical like, “We can all go home and forget this ever happened.” She verbalized it as soon as she thought about it. What a mistake.
For starters, Kane’s determined stance proved otherwise. “You think what happened here is forgettable?”
Evan stared at her, and no one in the room would miss the lust settling behind his seductive gaze. Kane studied his brother. Apparently Evan saw everything. Both brothers had a pretty good idea of where Kane and Peyton were headed even if bare skin never showed.
Peyton grabbed her duffel bag from the other room, snatched her keys from the kitchen counter and started for the door. “I’m not going to apologize.”
“You’re not leaving in that car right now either. It’s foggy and you can’t drive to save your life, so you’re not going to risk it tonight when you’re pissed at us.” Braden pointed at Evan. “You drive her home. Straight home. She has school tomorrow, and this shit between her and Kane is going to stop right now. I’ll be there in a minute. Make sure you don’t stop anywhere.”
Peyton rolled her eyes.
“Peyton, right now, I don’t want to see those eyes move up or down. Your sarcastic little ass is about to get a smart spanking.”
“A smart one, huh?” She rolled them again.
“I mean it!” Braden shouted.
Evan motioned for her. “Let’s go, sex kitten.”
“Peyton, this is unacceptable,” Braden snarled.
Before she walked away, she left behind a few choice words just for Braden. “You’re wrong. This…” She grinned at Kane, and his lips curved in a knowing smile, “was very acceptable.”