I’m so hard that I have to remind myself about the deal I have with the guys. That Lenley’s first time should be in a bed and whoever gets to pop her cherry is supposed to make it good for her.
It was J’s idea, and for a second I regret agreeing to it; but that’s just my cock screaming at me that yesterday’s blowjob has only made the fact that we haven’t gotten laid in a few weeks much worse.
Thinking about Lenley’s soft lips wrapped around my cock as her tongue stroked and flicked at all my sensitive spots, does nothing to improve the situation. I can’t wait to feel her tight pussy wrapped around me and once I do, I’ll fuck her anywhere and in every way I can think of. I’ll make her scream my name so much that she won’t even remember Penn’s first name.
“It isn’t just the attention, Snow,” I say, getting lost in the emerald green pools of her eyes. “He’s seething because you aren’t openly pining after him, like he expected.”
She bites onto her bottom lip, like I’ve seen her do every time she’s unsure about something. “Do you think so? He seems so into Kiara.”
I snort. “Believe me, Snow. He’s just realizing that he was stupid enough to go out for hamburger when he had steak at home.”
Lenley’s giggle goes straight to my cock. “Peyton, are you seriously comparing me to a piece of meat?”
I wink at her. “I’m afraid I can’t take credit for this awesome metaphor. I’m just quoting something Paul Newman once said about his wife.”
“I didn’t peg you for an old movies fan. I thought that was Channing’s thing,” she muses as her fingers play with the short hair at the nape of my neck.
I nod. “It’s something we have in common. I started watching old Hollywood movies with my mom. She loved anything with Paul Newman or Robert Redford in it.”
Lenley smiles. “Your mom had great taste.”
I seize her lips for another deep kiss. You’d think that talking about my mom or Penn would’ve killed my boner but as I lick and bite into Lenley’s mouth, a plan forms in my mind.
I can’t fuck Lenley in this bathroom, but that doesn’t mean I can’t have a taste of her.
And tasting her is exactly what I’ve been thinking about since yesterday afternoon.
My lips leave hers and kiss, lick and bite my way down her neck, reveling in the soft, creamy skin left exposed by the sweetheart neckline of her dress.
I’m itching to take her dress off so I can kiss every inch of her soft body, but I know that the night isn’t over and there’s a limo waiting for us. If I ruined her dress, I doubt Lenley would appreciate it.
So I leave her tits alone, sinking onto my knees and lifting the soft skirt of her dress all the way up, bunching it up around her hips.
Pink lace panties cover her and I smile when I place my lips on her crotch to give her a warm, closed mouthed kiss between her legs.
“Hmm you’re wet, Snow.” I murmur against the soft fabric, smiling when she squirms as I hold her in place grabbing her thighs.
“Yeah,” she says, breathlessly. “I really like it when you kiss me, Peyton.”
Jesus. I’m so fucking hard that I can barely get any words out. I was her first kiss and what I want more than anything else in this world right now is being the first to go where no man has ever been.
When I decided to offer her a deal to mess with Penn, I thought it would be fun to have someone at our beck and call whenever we felt horny. It would kill two birds with one stone to be with her because we’d piss off our rival and also stay out of trouble like my old man wants. I thought that having someone so inexperienced would be fun, different than what we’re used to and I like the idea of breaking her in. I didn’t really care about being the first to fuck Lenley.
I mean fuck, of course I’d compete with my teammates; that’s what we’re all about. We’re athletes and we’re naturally competitive, but in the end it didn’t really matter who took her first. But right here, right now I decide that I want it to be me.
I don’t stop to analyze why, I guess it’s a primal thing. I’ve never been with the same woman twice, let alone be someone’s first. I’ve never been friends with a woman unless you count my mom. I think it’s because hanging out with Lenley, we’re becoming friends and that’s why it matters.
My cock throbs in the pants of my tux, obviously approving of our plan to take Lenley. But when I do, I want to take my time to savor it, regardless of the agreement I have with my brothers.
A thought makes its way into my lust riddled mind; Channing put his hands on her the other night. He showed us how he fingered her yesterday. But he didn’t go down on her and yesterday we had no time to do that.
We’re strapped for time now too but there’s one thing I’m totally sure about; I can make Lenley come in under five minutes. I’m that fucking good at eating pussy.
I run my tongue along the edge of her panties, smiling when she gasps in surprise.
“Peyton, we need to go, they’re waiting for us—”
“Mhmm mhmm,” I hum, eliciting another little gasp that makes my boner ten times worse.
My tongue darts out again, trying to sneak under her panties as I push back the material with my fingers at the same time.
I give her slit one long lick, enjoying the heady taste of her excitement.
“Peyton,” she utters again, but this time it isn’t an attempt to stop me. This time her tone is something between a surprised gasp and a prayer.
I lick her again and she shudders, almost losing her balance on the edge of the bathroom counter.
I need both my hands to keep her steady but I can’t do that if I have to hold her panties to the side.
Lowering them is going to be hard, and my patience is running out at the thought that someone might come looking for us any minute now.
There’s only one option if I want to do this.
Rip.