Page 72 of By Invitation Only
I rolled over, reached for the lamp and turned off the light. It was going on one in the morning, and four-thirty was going to come fast.Fuck!
Peyton’s arm moved around my waist, and she moved closer to me. “You’re so warm.”
“If you had clothes on, you wouldn’t be cold,” I teased.
“I’m not sure of all the rules.”
I blinked. “What rules?”
“Us.”
“What do you mean?”
She sighed. “I like you a lot, but I don’t know if this is only sex between us.”
I brushed my lips against her forehead. “Gorgeous, I told you I wanted to see where this would go between us. I want you. All of you, and not only for sex. Sure, I’d love nothing more than to be buried deep inside you right now, but it’s late, and we both have to work in a few hours. If I only wanted you for sex, I wouldn’t have come over tonight, because honestly, I’m positive I’ll be asleep in two minutes.”
“Okay,” she breathed.
“Okay?” I asked, seeking clarification that she understood.
“Yep, okay.”
“Good.” I leaned the few inches to bring my lips back to hers.
Peyton’s mouth mirrored mine as I opened, seeking her tongue and a goodnight kiss. It started off slow. I’d intended for it to be short and sweet, one that would leave us both happy. Instead, it turned to fire. My dick hardened and pressed against her belly.
“Are you sure you’re tired?” she panted.
“Yeah,” I affirmed.
“Then let me do all the work.”
I opened my eyes. “What?”
Peyton’s hand reached between us, and she fisted my shaft. I sucked in a breath at the contact. “You don’t have to do that.”
“Shh,” she whispered.
I shut the fuck up. No matter how tired I was, I wasn’t about to turn down a hand job. My hands ran up and down her back lightly, still facing one another as her hand pumped my cock. Our mouths returned to tasting each other, and before I knew it, my hand was between her legs. Her velvet pussy was sleek, wet, and even though she said she’d do all the work, she was as turned on as I was.
“Shit,” I murmured against her lips. “I really—”
“Shh,” she said again, and her hand moved faster.
Two of my fingers pumped into her, matching her speed. She moaned in my mouth, her pussy clenching my fingers. Pre-cum seeped from the tip of my dick, her hand catching it and gliding the secretion around my cock as her hand began to move quicker. I removed my hand from her center, coated my thumb with her juices and moved to her clit. The faster she worked my shaft, the harder I rubbed her clit. I groaned, on the verge of coming in her hand.
“Roll over,” I instructed.
Her hand paused for a beat, but then she continued to bring me closer and closer by pumping me.
“Peyton,” I warned, my hand still working her pussy like we were both in a race. “On your back.Now,” I growled.
Her hand left my dick as she rolled on her back as I’d ordered. I removed my hand from her body, too, threw off the sheets that were covering us and got on my knees. My hand returned to her pussy, and I continued working the bundle of nerves that caused her to moan over and over. My other hand worked my cock, pumping up and down, twisting on the head, my thumb giving the underside more pressure.
She reached up, grabbed her delicious tits in each hand and twisted her nipples.
Then I came.
