Chapter 14

CHAPTER 14

PAYTON

I startled, turning around at the sound of Lennie's sleep-roughened voice. And I wasn't the only one who got a shock. My cat bounded off the bed and ran out the door.

"Am I in the middle of a sex dream?" Lennie asked. "Are you gonna tie me up and do wicked things to me? Because I didn't think I was into that kind of thing, but you, in that latex, and those heels, is giving me dirty, dirty ideas."

I sauntered over to the bed and turned around, modeling the outfit for him. I'd always had confidence in my style, but hearing his reaction made me blush.

"You like?" I asked innocently.

"Like?" Lennie growled. "Come here, Angel."

I shook my ass at him and headed back to the closet. I heard a rustle, and suddenly, Lennie was behind me, pinning me to the door with his hot, naked body.

Oh yes, this outfit was definitely a winner, whether or not I ever wore it again.

"You're gonna get sweat and cum all over me," I quipped.

"Damn right," He replied, his hot breath tickling my ear. "Now take your sexy ass over to the bed and bend over, sweetheart."

Lennie leaned back, and I slipped out from under him, strutting slowly, letting him enjoy the view as I walked away. When I bent over and placed my hands on the end of the bed, Lennie was right there, grabbing the edge of the skirt and shoving it up my thighs, until my ass was bared to him.

I was expecting to get railed, fast and hot. What I didn't expect was Lennie's sinful tongue flicking over my hole. Lord, this man knew how to rim me to another dimension.

Gripping the sheets tight, I pushed my hips back, needing more. When I glanced over my shoulder and saw Lennie's large hands gripping my ass, my cock grew so hard, so fast, I was lightheaded. He continued to eat me out and I'm pretty sure all my neighbors heard me begging.

Lennie gave one of my cheeks a playful nip and stood up. He reached for the lube on the bed. I faced the headboard, trembling with anticipation.

When his slick cocked breached my hole, the burn was so fucking good, and I moaned like the loud, needy bottom I was.

"Fuck yes, like that," I keened.

Lennie pushed all the way inside, and I was so damn full. With the added height of my heels, I dropped my weight to my forearms, changing the angle, taking him deeper.

"Want you," Lennie groaned and punched his hips forward, rutting into me. "So fucking bad."

"Lennie."

"I'm gonna give you everything you need, Angel."

"All I need is you."

Lennie gripped my hips and pounded my ass, his cock nailing my prostate with every thrust. The headboard banged against the wall, making a racket, but I didn't care. The pleasure was so good, and I loved how I was totally at Lennie's mercy in this position. All I could do was take the fucking. And I was damn greedy for it.

"All. Fucking. Mine." Lennie punctuated each word with a snap of his hips.

"Yes!"

I reached down to take my dick in hand, but Lennie got there first, jerking me off with his calloused grip, all the while never letting up, fucking into me at a frantic pace. Sweat was trickling down my neck and back as the pleasure grew sharper, stronger.

Dropping my head onto my arms, I gave in; to the awesome pleasure, to the heady touch of Lennie's hands, his cock, his everything. I was surrounded by his hot, heavy body, and it was fucking amazing.

"Come for me, Angel."

Two, three more strokes of my cock, and I was there, crying out when my orgasm unleashed. Lennie wasn't far behind me, shouting my name and coming hard, filling me up with his cum.

We were both a panting, sweaty mess. He ran his hands over my body and more shockwaves rolled through me. It was like he couldn't get enough. And he wasn't the only one. Then he massaged my back, my ass. My knees were about to give out at any moment.

"You fucked me so good I can't feel my legs," I whispered.

Lennie chuckled, slowly pulled out, and wrapped me up in his arms, holding me steady.

"My husbandly duty for the day is done."

God, this man. I held onto him, feeling safe and treasured. More shakes, and a total-body shiver washed over me. Lennie's cum was dripping out of my hole, and I loved it. Loved that he'd marked me. It brought a level of intimacy to sex that I'd yet to experience. And I wanted more.

Suddenly, he scooped me up, bridal style, and walked us to the bathroom.

"I don't know if I can get this latex off," I whispered. "With all the sweat, it feels like it's super-glued to my skin."

"Let me help you."

He gently placed me on my feet and then turned me around. The heels came off first. Then the top. It was a bit of a struggle given my sticky skin, but we got there. The skirt, however, was bunched around my waist. We eased it off, inch by inch, until finally, I was free.

And then I was standing naked in front of my husband. OMG, I had a husband.

Let that sink in, Payton. You're a married man.

"Thank you," I whispered and reached up to kiss him.

Lennie resisted for a second. "You sure you want to kiss me right now?"

"I want to kiss you always," I replied and cupped his face. "Especially after you eat my ass. I'm a dirty boy, or haven't you figured that out yet, darling?"

There was no holding back for either of us after that.

Lennie

After a long shower and another make-out session, Payton and I finally managed to unglue ourselves and headed to the kitchen for a snack.

Finnigan was lying on top of the sofa, giving us a green glare that told me he was not happy about the sounds coming out of Payton's bedroom. Too bad. The cat would have to get used to me being here. And also, he'd have to get used to visiting my place.

I rummaged through Payton's cupboards and located a box of pasta and a jar of sun-dried tomatoes. He also had parmesan cheese, one onion, and a head of garlic. And not much else, except a few frozen meals, three containers of ice cream, and yogurt.

"We've got enough here to make dinner," I announced. "You got a big pot and a frypan?"

Payton pulled open his pantry door and pulled out the necessary equipment.

"Can you get the water going?" I asked. "I'll make the sauce."

"You're going to spoil me," Payton commented.

"And?"

"Don't stop." Payton smiled. "But I'm going to ask again. How come some wonderful man hasn't snatched you up?"

"I was waiting for you."

I confirmed my statement by leaning down and giving him a fierce kiss.

"So, there are no crazy ex-boyfriends I have to worry about?"

I shook my head. "My only attempt at a relationship was three years ago. I dated a guy I met at the gym. We were together for five months. But he didn't like the fact that I was working late nights, or that I was away for weeks at a time. Or the fact I'd be so tired after a tour run that I didn't want to go out. And it made me think that maybe a relationship wasn't to happen for me. Since then, I've done the casual thing. When I needed sex, I hit a bar or a club. What about you? Don't tell me you don't have boyfriend stories."

"I do, but I'd rather forget about them."

"That bad?"

I slid my arm around Payton's waist and drew him in tight, kissing his curls. Knowing anyone had hurt him, hurt me. He was so much more than beautiful. My man had a sensitive heart. And he had a lot of love to give. I'd watched him at work, how welcoming he was with everyone in the crew. Always making people laugh and wanting them to be a part of the conversation.

"I always ended up falling for the wrong guys," he confessed. "Being wanted behind closed doors but not out in the open does a number on you. I always play off like I'm super confident and nothing ever gets to me. But when the person you love, or think you love, is ashamed to be seen with you, it hurts."

I squeezed him tighter.

"A lot of people aren't comfortable in their sexuality, their identity. Either accepting it or expressing it. Whatever the case, it's their problem, not yours. The right person will step out into the spotlight with you and show you off to the world."

Payton glanced at me, his eyes welling up. He blinked away the tears before they fell, but I saw them. My heart ached for him.

"Will you?" he whispered.

My heart was pounding wildly.

"Yes."

His luminous smile hit me hard.

"You know what?" he asked.

"What?"

"I've decided that I'm keeping this gorgeous ring you bought me. And, more importantly, I'm keeping you."

I was happy with that.