“Did
you think I was going to
take you to McDonalds?”
“
No.
You told me where you were taking me,” she teased, and he laughed.
“You
are absolutely stunning,” he remarked as he kept telling his eyes not to look
at her breast.
They
both ordered steak and wine, and she was pleasantly surprised at how much they
laughed and talked. They shared a decorative brownie trifle, and when they were
done he helped her with her jacket and held her hand as they walked out without
one person recognizing her.
“Do
you want me to take you back to Kay’s now?” he asked as they drove.
“Where
else would you take me?” she asked.
“For
a drive.”
“We
can drive if you want.”
Kevin
took the same back road that Trevas had taken Alley on his bike, and drove
along with the mammoth rocks alongside of them.
“I
bet this is really pretty in the daylight,” Peyton supposed, looking out the
window at the rocks through the headlights.
“I
can bring you here in the day time,” he offered, and she smiled in the dark
without a response.
Kevin
pulled over to a wide spot and shut off the lights.
“What
are you doing Kevin?” she said quietly, and her heart started pounding out of
her chest, her palms became sweaty, and her breathing became shallow.
“I
have to kiss you Peyton,” he told her, shifting in his seat to look at her.
“You
have to?” she teased, with the same low tone.
He
didn’t reply and moved his lips toward hers, and she responded by meeting him
half way. It was everything that she was afraid that it was going to be. When
she parted her lips for him he discovered her mouth with his tongue, causing an
uncontrollable moan to resonate. He moved his right hand to her neck and throat
and laid the other one on the outside of her thigh, which caused unwanted
sensations in her groin area.
Peyton
was fighting with everything in her not to straddle him right there in the car,
and it got a whole lot more complicated when he moved from her lips to her
throat and down the front of her chest. Her head dropped on its own accord
giving him full access as her hand ran though his soft hair on the back of his
neck.
“Kevin
stop,” she said, barely above a whisper.
“Why
Peyton,” he asked and took her mouth again. She kissed him back briefly and
pulled away.
“We
can’t do this,” she demanded.
“Why
Peyton? Tell me you don’t want this as much as I do.”
Peyton
couldn’t tell him that, not if she was to be honest. She did want him as much
as he wanted her. She was going crazy inside and wanted him with everything in
her.
“We
can’t Kevin,” she said again, trying to be an adult and not act like some crazy
sick teenager in love.
“Come
home with me,” he requested quietly.
“Take
me back to Kay’s.”
“What
is wrong with us being together for one night Peyton? We are both adults with
the same sexual attraction to each other, and if you are worried that I’m going
to go blabbing my mouth about sleeping with Peyton Paxton, you’re wrong.”
“Why
don’t you have a wife or a girlfriend,” she asked.
“Why
don’t you?”
“I
asked you first, but I don’t because I’m very busy and don’t have time for
romance, and it just complicates things for me.”
“That’s
what I was going to say,” he teased, and she laughed.
“Really,
tell me why,” she asked again.
“I
did have a wife but, not for six years now. We moved here ten years ago for my
job and after four years, she wanted to go home to Florida, but she didn’t want
me to go home with her.”
“Do
you have kids?”
“I
have a son. He will be twenty in May.”
“What
color are my eyes?” she asked, half laughing.
“What?”
“I
don’t know, I saw it on a movie,” she replied, and he laughed at her.
“They
are the greenest green I have ever seen,” he told her. “Come home with me,” he
requested again.
“You
just don’t take no for an answer do you?”
“I
don’t want to.”
“Kay
is waiting up for me,” she tried.
“Kay
is a big girl.”
“Kevin,”
she started to say, and he moved in and kissed her with all tongue again, and
ran his hand up her ribs, resting his thumb on her nipple which responded back
to his touch.
“Okay,”
she panted the word.
Kevin
flipped the lights on and put the car in drive and held her hand on the top of
her leg on the drive back. They were both quiet, anticipating what they knew
was about to come.
He
pulled into the cul-de-sac and his house was on the back corner. It was a very
nice home with two stories. She thought it must have been his house with his
wife because of the size of it. He pulled into the garage and they entered
through the laundry room.
“Do
you want something to drink?” he asked.
“No,”
she said looking at him with bedroom eyes, telling him what she wanted.
He
took her hand and led her upstairs and she thought she could faint.
What the
hell is wrong with you Peyton?
she asked herself, trying to shake off
whatever this feeling was going on inside of her.
His
room was big and opened. He closed the curtains and turned to her removing his
tie and she stood in front of him feeling ridiculously nervous.
“Your
bed’s not made,” she said, and felt like it was the dumbest thing in the world
she could have said and had no idea why she said it.
He
snickered. “Do you want me to make it?” he asked, walking to her.
“Uh-uh,”
she answered, unbuttoning the top buttons on his shirt. She had fantasized
about touching him there, since the first time she met him, and it was as sensual
as she had dreamt. His chest was strong and hard, and he had just enough hair
to make him sexy as hell.
He
kissed her neck as she continued to undress him, and then she pulled his shirt
from his dress pants. She could see his protrusion lying toward the left side,
and she wanted so much to run her hand down his shaft but pulled her body to it
instead.
He
pushed her already short dress up higher and travelled her body with his hands.
She reached around her back, slowly unzipping the dress as he watched with
wanting eyes. She moved one of the straps down, revealing her bare shoulder, and
he helped with the other one until it was to her waist. He kissed her breast
where the material from her bra didn’t cover, and she reached around and
unsnapped it as well. He removed it and took her nipple into his mouth, causing
her to moan as he slid the dress the rest of the way down. She slipped out of
her heels and stepped out of the dress and slid the pantyhose down her hips.
Kevin
backed her to the bed and after laying her down, slowly and sensually removed
her pantyhose. He slid his fingers around the top of her expensive white satin
panties, and slid them off as well as she lifted her hips to help.
“I
want to tell you how freaking beautiful you are, but I’m sure you hear it all
the time,” he spoke down to her, examining her body with his voracious eyes.
“You
can tell me how beautiful I am,” she smiled, teasing, wanting him to stop
staring and come to her.
He
did come to her but not to her lips where she thought he would. He ran his
manly hands up her legs and to her inner thighs and brought one knee to the
bed. He placed one hand on her piercing hip bone and moved the other one
between her legs, watching his hand as he did with the most lustful look in his
eyes that was humanly possible. Peyton gasped at his touch, and her hips
automatically responded as he slid his fingers up her and then back down.
She
wasn’t sure how much she was going to be able to take when he moved his free
hand and took his thumb to part or more while his fingers massaged her swollen
sheath. When she was very close, and he knew it, he stopped and came between
her legs with his mouth and it sent shivers through her spine. It was just a
matter of time before she was rearing her hips, and screaming out in pleasure.
As
soon as she could breath and the quivering had settled she sat up and
unbuttoned his dress slacks. She released him and took him in her hand causing
him, to now moan. She took him into her mouth, and he thought he was going to
come unglued. He didn’t let her stay there long, afraid of what was going to
happen if he did. He laid her down and came between her legs and she stopped
him.
“You
need a condom,” she demanded with her hand on his chest.
He
was right there, he could feel himself on her, and he wanted to drive himself
into her that very second.
“I
don’t have a condom Peyton. What are you worried about, getting pregnant or
that I am unhealthy? because I assure you that I probably have more to worry
about from you than you do me,” he explained, knowing that he hadn’t been with
anyone in months but was almost sure that she did get around. Of course, it
was just speculation from what he had read lately on the internet.
“That
may be true, but I don’t do this without one, ever,” she added.
Kevin
kissed her and then pulled back to look at her. He moved his hand down and stroked
himself up her a couple of times while he looked down into her eyes and she
stared back, under his spell.
Peyton
arched her back and closed her eyes when she felt him enter her. She couldn’t
have stopped him now if she wanted to and the way she felt right at that moment
she didn’t want him to, forgetting all about the condom rule that she had never
let this happen without. She had walked away from men, even when it was this
close when there was no available condom.
Kevin
kissed her throat and chest as she moaned, tilting her head as he thrust into
her sending her into an orgasmic frenzy. As hard as it was, he did pull out of
her when he was ready and released on her sexy tiny stomach, and she wondered
at that moment what the hell she was doing.
No
man had ever done that, no man had ever touched her without a condom, except
Fletcher, and that was how Alley got there, and no man had ever defied her and
took her after her protest of not having a condom.
“I
need to go to the bathroom,” Peyton told him when her fingers found his
substance on her stomach.
He
took her clean hand and pulled her to her feet with a kiss. “I’m sorry about
that, but you never answered whether or not you could get pregnant.”
“I
can’t get pregnant, but I did tell you no,” she demanded, quietly standing
close to his lips and holding her mattered hand out to the side.
“You
did, but you didn’t stop me,” he retorted.
“I
couldn’t stop you,” she admitted and walked away from him and into his master
bath.
When
she returned after cleaning up she pulled on her panties, and started to put
her bra on.
“Stay
the night Peyton,” Kevin requested.
“What?
I’m not staying the night,” she protested. She didn’t do that either. James was
the closest one that ever stayed the night, and he was usually up and gone
before day light.
“Why
not?”
“Because
Kay is expecting me, and I should have already been there,” she replied still
getting dressed.
Kevin
held her hands and kept her from spinning the bra, in place.
“Please
don’t Kevin,” she said, unable to look at him.
He
took her chin lightly, and made her look up, planting a soft kiss on her lips. “Stay
with me Peyton,” he begged, and her eyes closed as she breathed in a defeated
breath.
“I
don’t have a tooth brush,” she tried.
“You
can use mine.”
“That
is gross,” she stated.
“We
just traded way more saliva than you are going to get from my toothbrush,” he
demanded.
“I
need a t-shirt,” she said, giving in.
“Why?
I don’t want you to wear a t-shirt.”
“Because
I feel naked.”
“That’s
because you are naked,” he teased.
“I
want a shirt,” she demanded, and he got her one. She pulled the too big shirt
on as her phone rang, and it was Kay.
“Hi,”
she answered.
“I
am sorry to bother you, but I wanted to know if I should lockup, and I have
some bad news.”
“Yes
you can lock up, and I am not interested in bad news,”
“Oh
the webs we weave for ourselves,” Kay teased, using Peyton’s words because she
was spending the night and not coming home.
“Shut
up, what’s the bad news?”
The
pictures released, they didn’t wait until tomorrow after all, but it might not
be as bad as we were afraid.
“Son
of a bitch, what do you mean by that?”
“You
will see when you get online. I only saw them on LA Trickle, and that was it, for
now anyway. Did you yet?” she had to ask, and Peyton knew exactly what she was
talking about.
“Yes,
I did,” she answered honestly, shaking her head in disbelief at her actions.
“Good
or bad?”
“Totally
freaking awesome,” she said, and Kay laughed.
“I
will see you in the morning and tell Kevin he better not be late for work.”
“Do
you have a laptop that I can use?” Peyton asked Kevin, and he pulled on a pair
of basketball shorts and went downstairs to get it.
She
turned it on and as soon as she clicked on the search bar, her name pulled
down.
“You
Googled me,” she smiled, looking back at Kevin now sitting beside her on the
bed.
“I
can’t really deny it now,” he admitted.
“Did
you find anything interesting?”
“Lots.”
“Don’t
believe any of it.”
“I
was mostly checking out the hot pictures,” he replied, and she smiled.
She
typed LA Trickle and as soon as it was opened up she knew what Kay had meant by,
it may not be as bad as they thought.