Page 56 of Holiday Hostage
My spine arched, the need to plunder her mouth threatening to overrule my common sense.
I fisted my hands in her hair but didn’t try to guide her.
Still, she took the initiative and opened her mouth wider, deepthroating my cock until I could barely stand.
My toes curled on the hard porcelain tile, and my head fell back against the wall with a thud that rattled down my body.
Payton stood, running her hands up my stomach and over my shoulders. “Could you sit down?” She eyed the bench in the corner of the shower.
I didn’t hesitate to do as she asked.
One minute I stared at her face as she sucked my cock, and the next she straddled my legs and guided my cock into her pussy.
She anchored her hands on my shoulders and moved in a rolling pattern that stroked me deep and brought out a satisfied groan from her swollen lips.
Mav grabbed a rag and the soap, moving quickly to wash Payton’s back and sides before moving around to massage her breasts.
I slid a hand between us and thumbed her clit.
My knuckles brushed my cock, and the added pressure heightened every stroke as I bucked my hips upward.
Years of casual flings while in the army had not prepared me for this connection with Payton.
This was the single most important relationship in my life aside from my friendship with Mav and Reed.
“I’ve never met anyone like you before.” I set my hands on her hips, enjoying the way her curves softened every thrust.
We fit together in a way I’d never experienced or expected to find in the middle of a rescue mission.
She accepted us, delighted in us, and made me want things I’d thought were a no-go for the kind of life we lived.
I saw it in Reed and Mav, too. Mav held everyone at arm’s length even before he almost died.
He’d gotten worse afterward, and I’d never seen him offer to care for a woman like this.
It was more than washing her back and teasing her nipples with soft pinches and his lapping tongue.
Payton moaned and arched her spine.
The pressure of my thumb on her clit increased, and a spasm rocked her entire body as she came hard and fast around my cock.
“You’re so easy to please, Payton. So open and fucking beautiful.” I dragged my finger across her lips, then kissed her as I stood and pushed her back into the wall.
My strokes deepened, hardened.
Payton locked her legs around my waist and clung to me, riding out the storm of a second orgasm.
I anchored a hand on the back of her head and buried my cock balls deep in her softness as I came with a hot surge that left me breathless.
I wasn’t finished with Payton, not by a long shot, but I enjoyed this initial release that brought enough euphoria to prickly my scalp.
Payton’s legs unhooked from my waist, and she slid to the bench, her body limp with pleasure.
She blinked up at me. “Wow.”
“Yeah.” I scrubbed my body faster than ever and grabbed a towel from the rack. “And we’re just getting started.”
The others finished washing up, and we scrambled from the shower in a heap of steamy bodies and damp skin.
