9. Peyton

Chapter Nine

PEYTON

I grab the stack of plates and carry them inside, setting them down in the kitchen sink before going back out for the grill tools.

"What can I help you with?" Stacey asks from the chair where she's still sitting, talking with my dad.

"Nothing, you keep your pretty little self right where you are and just relax. I've got everything covered."

I've been watching how well she's gotten along with my dad tonight and they've interacted as if they've known each other forever. She has me feeling things I never thought I'd feel toward a woman. But hell, here I am, introducing her to my dad just two days after meeting her. Asking her to come to dinner tonight was like second nature. I knew I wanted to spend more time with her and doing that with my dad just felt natural. Having them together just felt right.

"I think I'm going to turn in," I hear my dad tell Stacey. "It was so nice to meet you and I hope to see you around again."

"You too, Robert, and thank you for having me over."

"Anytime, dear, anytime," he tells her before making his way inside, and he stops in the kitchen. "I'm off to watch some TV in bed and call it a night. I might finally be kicking this infection, but I'm feeling quite tired all of a sudden."

"Good night, Dad. Holler if you need anything."

"Night, son," he says, walking out of the kitchen and down the hall toward his bedroom. I turn around and Stacey is now standing by the counter, watching me and my dad.

"Let me help," she says, coming to stand next to me at the sink.

"No need, I've got everything loaded into the dishwasher already." I lean down and close the door, hitting the power button before shutting the door all the way. "Want to sit out on the deck or curl up on the couch?"

"Can we sit out on the swing?"

"Sure, you want a blanket to keep you warm?" I offer, knowing that with the sun down, the fall chill is going to set in soon.

"That'd be perfect."

I grab a light blanket from the living room and top off my glass. "You want a refill?" I offer, holding up the pitcher of lemonade.

"I'm good for now," she says, grabbing the blanket from me as she makes her way back outside. The sky is free of clouds tonight and this neighborhood is far enough away from all the downtown lights that you can actually see the stars when they're out.

I take a seat next to Stacey on the swing Dad has out here on the porch. She wraps the blanket around herself, some of it covering my lap. I lift an arm, placing it along the back of the seat, and motion for her to move in close to my side. She takes my offer and slides right in next to me. I bring my hand down, pulling her in just a little tighter to my side.

We sit in silence, both staring up at the sky as I rock us lightly in the swing.

"Do you know anything about astronomy?" I ask, breaking the silence between us.

"Not really. You?"

"Nope. I can usually find the Big Dipper, nothing more than that."

"Sounds about like me. But I do enjoy sitting out here, just looking at the stars. It's so peaceful. And it's nice to just be, ya know? Life is usually so go-go-go all the time, so to sit out here with you and just take it all in is nice. Thanks for asking me to come over tonight. I've really enjoyed getting to meet your dad. I can see where your personality and charisma come from. You're like his mini-me," she tells me.

"Thank you for coming and spending your evening with two bachelors." I drop a kiss to her temple.

"Can I ask you something kinda frankly?" she asks, a few moments later, eyes still on the stars above us.

"Anything. I never want you to hold anything back. I'll always answer you truthfully."

"What are we doing? What do you want from this?" she asks as she fidgets with her hands, rubbing them together nervously.

"I've asked myself the same question so many times today, and the best answer that I can come up with is we're spending time together, getting to know each other better," I tell her, pausing long enough to take a drink. "I've never wanted anything serious with anyone, but the thought of leaving here on Sunday without knowing that I'll get to see you and talk to you again tears my fucking heart out. I don't know what it is about you, but you have me wanting something I've never wanted before. It's messing with my head just a little bit, if I'm completely honest with you."

My words have a huge smile filling her lips, so at least I haven't scared her off yet.

"You came out of left field, that's for sure," she replies, obviously still processing what I've told her as she formulates a response. "I-I'm also not looking forward to you having to leave next weekend. But at least you're only an hour or so away. We can see each other on the weekends, if we wanted. I can drive up to see you, so you don't always have to be the one driving down here. That is, if you want to see where this goes between the two of us."

"Stacey, let me make this as clear as I can. I want you. I don't know how that will work out all the time, but make no mistake, I'm staking my claim. You're mine," I growl as I slam my lips to hers, then pull her into my lap so she's straddling me as I kiss her deeper.

She breaks the kiss and brings her forehead to mine as we both suck in a few breaths. "Take me to bed, Peyton," she says and I spring into action. I stand up and she wraps her legs around my waist. The blanket that was wrapped around her drops to the deck. I snag a corner of it and pull it up, setting it on the swing. Once I'm free of the blanket and not worried about tripping over it, I stalk inside. Stacey's lips have found my neck and are driving me fucking crazy. My dick is as hard as a steel pipe and pressed against the zipper of my jeans, trying to bust its way out of my pants.

I make it back to my bedroom and lay Stacey out on the center of my bed. I kiss her quickly on the lips before I push back off the bed. I walk over to shut and lock the door, then reach behind my head, grabbing the collar of my t-shirt and pull it off over my head in one swoop. I watch Stacey's face as I do, and notice her pupils dilate once the skin of my torso is exposed.

"Like what you see?" I ask, as she bites that plush bottom lip of hers.

"Mmmhmm…" she agrees, a smile now cresting her lips.

I close the distance between the door and the bed once again, opening the nightstand drawer and pulling out a strip of condoms. I rip one package off, toss it on one of the pillows, and place the rest of the strip on the top of the nightstand for easy access.

"A little sure of yourself?" she asks, her left eyebrow cocked up as she motions to the strip of condoms on the nightstand.

"Just making sure we're prepared." I wink at her. "Are you going to be able to be quiet tonight, or do we need to pack this up and take it to your place?"

"Um…I'd like to think I could be quiet," she says, a coy smile on her lips. "And as much as I'd like to already be naked underneath you, the thought of going back to my place where we don't have to worry about how loud we are sounds appealing, as well."

"You're killing me right now." I groan as I hover over her on the bed. "So, are we being quiet?" I ask, dropping a peck to her lips, punctuating my question. "Or are we leaving?"

I kiss her again, and this time, I linger, drinking her in as I explore her mouth with my own. I feel her fingers trail a path around my body, resting against my back as she attempts to pull me closer.

I break the kiss, wanting so bad to move things along and sink inside of her, but I don't want either of us to have to hold back. "That's it, we're going to your place. I've made up my mind," I tell her as I find my shirt and pull it back over my head. "Let's go. I need inside you."

I pull her up until she's standing in front of me. Stacey grabs her things and I write a quick note for my dad, letting him know I'll be back tomorrow morning. "I'll follow you," I tell her before I close her car door.

I jump in my truck. Since it's already getting late, and tomorrow's a work day for most people, the traffic isn't bad and we make it to her place fairly quickly.

Once inside her condo, I close the door behind us and lock it up tight.

"Where were we?" she asks, wrapping her hands around me and pulling me against her as her lips find my neck.

"We were"—I stop to kiss her as I slide my hands down her body and under her ass. Our lips part as I heft her up and she wraps her legs around my waist once I have her high enough. I bring my lips back to hers and kiss her deeply— "about to get naked."

I start walking and don't stop until I've entered her bedroom and am standing next to her bed. I lay her back on the bed, her ass at the edge of the mattress. This position gives me full access to press my cock against her pussy. I can feel the heat radiating off of her even through the layers of fabric we're still wearing. I thrust against her as I devour her mouth, then move my lips along her jaw and down the column of her neck.

I break apart and take my shirt off once again, then step back from the bed and remove my jeans and boxers. Standing completely naked in front of Stacey, I give my cock a few strokes as I let my eyes roam her body. She's yet to move, so she's still fully dressed, lying in front of me. "Think you could lose the clothes?" I finally ask as she watches me stroking myself.

"If you insist," she says, "but I was enjoying the show."

She winks up at me as she sits up and starts removing her clothes. Her shirt and bra come off first and join the pile of my clothes on the floor next to the bed. Next, she shimmies out of her tight-ass jeans, taking the scrap of lace she calls panties with them.

Besides the movement of my hand on my shaft, I stay stock still, watching her undress. As each inch of skin is revealed to me, my mouth waters and my fingers itch to brand her skin.

With her fully naked and spread out on the bed in front of me, my control finally snaps, and I advance, dropping to my knees and sliding my hands up her legs. I hook my hands behind her knees and pull her ass back to the edge of the bed, then dip my mouth to her center and lick her seam. The shudder that rattles through her body spurs me on. I spread her folds with my fingers, rubbing circles around her clit before I sink two fingers inside her pussy. I latch on to her clit, sucking it hard between my lips. I lightly graze with my teeth, sending another jolt of pleasure through her body.

"F-f-fuck!" Stacey calls out as I fuck her with two fingers and continue my assault on her clit. "Don't stop!" She digs her fingers into my hair and my scalp, and that small amount of pain fuels me on.

A few seconds later, she's contracting around my fingers and her body goes rigid as her orgasm barrels through her body.

I pull my fingers from her and climb onto the bed next to her while she basks in the bliss of her orgasm. I stroke my aching and leaking cock while I wait for her to come down from the high.

A few moments later, I feel her fingers start to explore my abs as they make their way to my cock. She wraps her hand around my shaft and starts to stroke me, matching the pace I'd been using. I let her explore and do her thing, wanting to see what she'll do. She pushes up so she can hover over me, a blissed out look on her face as she brings her lips to mine for a passionate kiss.

She breaks away and kisses her way down my neck, over my pec, and down my abs until she reaches my cock. After kissing the tip, she wraps her lips around the head and sucks. My hips buck up off the bed as she drops her head down, taking my length to the back of her throat. She hollows her cheeks as she sucks, running her tongue along the bottom side of my dick. It takes all my self-control not to thrust into her mouth, and to let her set the pace. She pulls up and pops my shaft out of her mouth as she licks around the head of my cock. The feel of her tongue against the sensitive nerve endings have me grinding my molars to keep myself from blowing my load all over her face.

"Babe," I grit out as I slip a hand under her chin and tilt her head up to look at me. "Enough of that or else you're going to get a mouthful."

With a devilish look in her eye, she flicks her tongue out and licks the slit in my cock head, then laughs. Fucking laughs, the little vixen.

"That's it," I warn her as I flip over and pin her beneath me. I slide my dick against her clit and through her wet folds. "I'm fucking you now."

I bring my lips to that little patch of skin just behind and below her ear that drives her fucking crazy when I kiss it.

"About time," she sassily retorts.

I reach over to the nightstand and grab a condom. I make quick work of the wrapper and sheathing myself. I line up with her opening and as I thrust in, I bring my lips to hers and swallow our mutual moans as I bottom out inside her.

"How do you want it tonight?" I ask, after breaking our kiss. "Hard and fast or slow and tender?"

"Hard. Fast," she tells me between kisses to my neck.

I pull back and rotate my hips as I thrust back in, making sure to meet both of her demands. I set a quick and hard rhythm, fucking her like this for a few minutes. I slow only when she brings her hand to my chest and taps it to get me to stop.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" I ask, concerned something went wrong that I didn't notice.

"Nothing." She giggles, then bites her bottom lip. "I just want to ride you."

I drop my lips to hers and pull that bottom lip between my teeth, nibbling it before sliding my tongue along it to soothe the sting.

I flip us over and help her settle over me as she sinks down on my cock. The change in position has me once again gritting my teeth to hold off shooting my load too quickly.

She experiments with a few different angles as she finds the one that feels the best. With her leaning back slightly as she bounces on my cock, her hands on my thighs supporting her upper body, I can feel her getting close as I'm doing the same. I bring the pad of my thumb to her clit and press hard against it until she's coming undone on top of me.

Once I feel her fall over the edge, I grab her hips and pump as hard as I can up into her a few times until I follow right behind her. She collapses forward, bringing her face to my neck.

Stacey eventually slides off of me and I roll out of bed to head into the bathroom. She follows me in and pees before we both head back to bed.

"You sure you have to leave in a week?" she sleepily asks, once settled next to me with her head on my chest.

"Sorry, babe, going AWOL isn't high on my list of things to do while I'm in the military. Jail doesn't sound like a fun place to be. Plus, if I'm in jail, I wouldn't be able to give you orgasms like tonight."

"Yeah, yeah," she agrees and giggles. "Semantics."

"But I wouldn't say no to you coming to see me the following weekend, if you're available."

"I don't know of anything going on that weekend as of right now, but can double-check tomorrow and let you know."

We drift off to sleep in each other's arms, waking only when the shrill sound of her alarm goes off the next morning.