Page 58 of Holiday Hostage
No matter how many times we made her come, I wanted to see it again. And again.
Payton was not a wilting flower who let Mav and Reed fuck her without any effort on her part.
She pushed against Reed’s chest, urging him to flip onto his back.
They stayed locked together, cocks pulsing and filling her with a series of satisfying thrusts that pushed her high onto Reed’s stomach and back down again.
The three of them created the kind of steamy sex dream most people never gathered the courage to experience. “You have no idea how amazing this is.” I stroked my cock.
Payton turned her head to watch me, her eyes going round as I winked and pushed my heavy cock between my interlocked fingers. “Better save that for me. I’m not finished with you yet either.” She came apart between Maverick and Reed, the glory of her orgasm causing her lips to part with breathless pants.
Reed and Maverick followed her over, each of them sandwiching her between their bodies.
The smell of Payton and sex brought heat and a tightening in my balls.
Payton gasped for breath, but even before she’d fully recovered, she motioned me over with a curl of her fingers.
“I need you to finish this, Tarron. I’ve never felt like this before. So cared for and treasured.”
“You are worth treasuring.” I lowered her to the bed and framed her face with a hand on either side of her head.
“You are worth everything.” I sank into her, taking my time and pleasing her with a series of slow strokes where I pulled all the way out and eased inside, my rhythm steady and building yet another orgasm.
Her nails dug into my shoulders, and her heels hooked into the backs of my thighs. “Tarron. Oh God, Tarron. I can’t. I can’t.”
“You can.” I kept going, never speeding up or slowing down. “Come for me again, Payton. Come for us like this.”
The world around us ceased to matter. Danger no longer rode our coattails. Pain no longer bracketed Reed’s eyes.
Nothing but Payton. Payton’s pleasure. “That’s it.” I commanded her pleasure as I stroked her long and deep, feeling the building flutter of her walls around me.
“Tarron.” My name was a prayer on her lips, and I reveled in it, letting go of everything else.
We met each other on that tempestuous peak and tumbled over the knife edge together.
Our bodies and breaths crashed together, hot skin slick and satisfaction glimmering in Payton’s eyes.
I gathered her close and rolled us onto our sides.
Payton blinked and curled her hands beneath her chin. “I don’t want to go to sleep.” She cuddled close. “Last time we went to sleep like this, I woke up to mercenaries on our doorstep.”
“We’ll protect you.” Reed settled in behind Payton. Combing his fingers through her hair, he kissed her temple. “We will always protect you.”
“What about you? I want you to be safe too.” She sighed with closed eyes, her exhaustion weighing heavily on my heart.
This beautiful, incredible woman wanted us to be safe. No one else had ever bothered to care.
Falling asleep with our bodies tangled together, I knew one thing for sure: there was no going back from this.
Reed met my eyes over Payton’s head. I read the same resolution in his eyes.
We were too far gone to go back.
Mav lay at the far edge of the bed.
He stretched an arm across Reed and set it on Payton’s hip. “Would that we could keep you.”
Payton’s quiet snores filled the moment of silence that followed.
