9. Chance

It's been a great week, even though tonight is our last night here. Which means we'll both be back to keeping our nose to the grindstone. Now more than ever.

This is the night I've been waiting for. Peyton has shared some of her fantasies. Some of them we've acted on, including her getting off while we were walking back to the hotel last night. She probably would have done something more daring, but I wasn't going to let just anyone see her ride my fingers. That's why when I came across a shadowed corner in a darkened area, I slid my hand up her dress, kissed her silent while she came, dripping wet all over my fingers.

We've worked through a few of mine, and let's just say, if I have to go out of town without her, well, she's given me a shit ton of spank bank material.

Tonight though, I'm going to fulfill not only one of hers but one of mine. It's not quite what she had in mind, but it's what I'm willing to do without wandering fucking eyes on my woman. The other night was a fluke, and I hadn't known what that mischievous look in her eyes meant when she took my hand and slid it up her thigh. That didn't stop me from getting her off while we were waiting on our waitress to bring us our dinner. If I hadn't pulled her head into the crook of my shoulder, and if she didn't bite down on my neck, I'm sure the whole restaurant would have known what I was doing. It was hard enough to get up from the table afterwards to use the restroom. I think my cock had a permanent zipper imprinted on it until we got back to the hotel room.

"I'll be on the balcony," I call over my shoulder, already stripped out of my shirt, grabbing the bottle of whiskey, the wine, and two glasses.

"Okay, I'm just going to change, and then I'm there." I finagle opening the door, then place everything on the small table that's set up in the corner with a few chairs. I'll tell you, though, if I had this view every day, I'd definitely want something more comfortable than the pub style table they have out here. I pour our drinks, take mine over to the railing, and lean on it while listening to the waves crash along the shore.

"Thank you for this, and not just the wine. This has been an amazing week." Peyton steps out onto the balcony with me, all while I'm swallowing my tongue at what she's wearing, or really a lack of what she's wearing.

"Woman, are you trying to give me a heart attack at a young age?" She's wearing some kind of pajama set, and while it shouldn't look like much, the way the black fabric is draped on her, the top showing off the slopes and curves of her breasts, the bottoms leaving nothing to the imagination, I'm not even sure there's an inseam, but boy do they accentuate her legs. It's enough to have me marching my ass to Peyton and almost second-guessing this idea.

"Chance." Her voice is barely above a whisper, those blue eyes staring up at me with so much hope and desire. I know she'll be getting what we both want.

"My woman needs me, doesn't she?" My hand grips her hip. I'm kicking my own ass for not discarding my glass of whiskey because I could be consuming her this very instant.

"So much." Peyton lifts up on her toes, going to my lips, and I meet her, wanting to taste her again and again.

"Come on." I pull back, reluctantly at that. My hand moves to take hers, pulling her to where I'm about to finally sink my cock inside her. I place my glass on the table, abandoning it, then I put Peyton in front of me at the railing. Her ass already arching into my cock.

My hands go around her front, gliding them up and under her sexy-as-fuck top, cupping the undersides of her breasts before my thumbs rasp along her taut nipples.

"Chance," she moans. That ass of hers grinds against me, her head tipped back on my shoulder.

"Yeah, baby?" I ask, not really needing the answer.

"More, please."

"We do this here, you gonna be quiet?" I already know that's not possible, which is why the fireworks will be there to drown out her moans.

"I can't make any promises." My hand moves to the middle of her chest, until my hand wraps around her neck, lightly, taking her mind off my other hand traveling downwards to her smooth pussy. Fuck, do I love these pajamas for giving me easy access to Peyton.

"I know, but it'll be fun trying to keep you quiet." Her hand moves behind me, unzipping my already unbuttoned jeans. This time, it's me who has my breath taken away. "Fuck," I hiss as she wraps her fist around my cock.

"Please don't keep me waiting, not tonight," Peyton pleads. She's not wrong, and I'm tired of holding back myself. She takes her hand off my cock, pushes her bottoms down, while I step out of my jeans, and then we're both fighting to take her top off. When Peyton goes to turn around to face me, I stop her. "Not this time. I want you bent over the railing, body on display for anyone to look up and see." The small glow of the lamp in the living room allows me to see her eyes heat with desire, and then my woman, fuck, she turns around, holds on to the railing, and bends over, legs spread apart, giving me the room to sink inside her.

My eyes feast on her. Peyton gives me everything—her heart, her body, and her soul. I move closer, getting down on my knees for her, wanting to have a taste of her cunt. My tongue flicks out at her clit, knowing she likes how I work it for her, then I push it inside her, like my cock is about to do.

"Stop teasing me." This time, I'll do as she asks.

"You need my cock, Peyton? You want me in there now? Hard and fast or sweet and slow?" I stand up, aligning my body with hers, my cock pushing through her wetness.

"Hard and fast. We've had slow all week." The head of my cock is at her opening, and Peyton goes after what she clearly wants, slamming her body backwards as I thrust forward.

"Fuck, do not move! Swear to God, if you do, I won't last." Peyton doesn't move, not her body at least, but the tightening of her cunt, that is an entirely different story.

"I don't care if you come. We have all night," she grouses. I slowly move my hips, not prepared for the grip she keeps on my cock.

"Then you better use your fingers, because this really won't last long," I groan, but I'm not going to allow her that. Instead, I lift her up, my hands cupping her breasts, pulling her back so we're both standing while I piston in and out of her pussy. One of my hands trails down to her bare pussy, tapping her clit before strumming my fingers against it.

"God!" Peyton mutters right as the first fireworks goes off in the sky, their flames allowing me even more light to see our bodies together, both of us slick with sweat, her tits bouncing even with one arm banded around them. She moves her arms around my neck, causing me to stutter in my motions, but when she tips her head towards me, those eyes capturing mine, I quicken my pace, knowing that neither of us will last long at the rate we're going.

"Come for me, Peyton." I pinch her clit. She sucks on my neck, and the fireworks explode the same moment we do, together.

"Chance." Her moan causes a ripple to run through my body. I slowly fuck my come into her, deeper. In the back of my mind, I can't wait for the day this is us making a life together.

"Peyton, baby," I reply. Her body is relaxed as I pull out of her. My hand cups her cunt, wanting my cum to stay planted inside of her.

"I know." She looks down at what I'm doing, a mischievous grin playing on her face.

"Marking your territory?"

"Fucking A, I sure am." Or at least I do until I see her yawn, then I pick her up, carrying her through the suite to the bedroom, where I can make her come all night long.