The Heartbreakers

I still feel his eyes on me as he follows me into my living room; he’s still staring at me with those dark blue eyes full of smoldering heat.

“Do you want something to drink or to eat?” I ask him, gesturing toward the can of soda on the coffee table.

He shakes his blond head, before reaching me with one single stride. “No,” he murmurs, his mouth so close to mine that his warm breath tickles my lips. “I want you.”

When he kisses me, something within me snaps and I can feel my entire body react to the soft contact with Peyton’s warm lips.

His big hands are splayed on my back, pulling me closer to his solid, hard body.

Our chests touch, my mouth opens to allow our kiss to deepen and I surround his neck with my arms, holding onto him like a lifeline.

He smells so good, like soap and a hint of sunscreen and when his tongue enters my mouth, I melt into him.

I don’t even realize that I curled one of my legs around his slender hip, trying to climb him, until his strong hands lift me up against him, holding me by the backs of my thighs.

I wrap myself around him, closing my legs around his hips; his hands reach my buttocks when my short skirt rides up and I’m on fire.

Our kiss becomes frantic, as we lick, bite and take from each other over and over.

“Peyton,” I murmur, flexing the muscles of my thighs when being held against his body is no longer enough.

He half-groans, half-chuckles. “I know, Snow. I know. Are you alone?” he asks before sucking my bottom lip into his mouth.

“No,” I answer, nipping at him when he releases my lips. “You’re here.”

His laugh causes me to bounce against his chest, as he squeezes harder on my butt cheeks, causing my inner muscles to clench with desperate need. “You’re such a smart-ass. I think we’ve been rubbing off on you.”

He doesn’t have a clue how much.

“I meant aside from me.”

I trace the perfect line of his jaw, looking into the dark blue of his eyes. “We have family dinner tonight, but not for a few hours.”

His smile widens. “Good, because I really want to make you come and we don’t need an audience for that.”

He starts walking us toward the couch, but I stop him. “Let’s go to my room.”

There’s moment of hesitation. “Snow, I don’t know if that’s a good idea. If we go to your room, to your bed, I’m not going to be able to stop. I’m not going to hold back.” His voice is a low, sexy rasp.

“Good. Because I don’t want you to.”

He doesn’t let me say it twice, he carries me up the stairs. “Where?”

I realize that he’s been here for a party and he’s never been upstairs. “Last door on the left.”

He balances me in his arms to free one hand as he opens the door and then kicks it closed behind him.

He’s gentle when he lowers me onto the mattress of my king size bed, hovering over my body with his knees astride my hips.

“Fuck,” he whispers, biting on my bottom lip. “You have no idea how much I’ve been thinking about this, Snow.”

“Why don’t you show me?” I say, showing a confidence I don’t really feel.

I’m sure that I want this, that I want him; but I’d be lying if I said that I’m not nervous.

He takes my lips again, exploring, licking, breathing me in as his hands descend to my tits.

Peyton feels the curve of my breasts with gentle hands, tracing the lines of my rib cage over the thin fabric of my tank top.

He stops at the hem, dragging the garment up and lifting it over my head. “Snow.” He smiles. “Have I ever told you how much I love that you rarely wear a bra? You have the most beautiful, perfect tits; round, soft and firm at the same time. And one day, I’m going to fuck them.”

It’s my turn to smile. “Channing said the same thing.”

His eyes skim down the swell of my breasts, followed by his hands. I fit perfectly in them when he cups both my tits, teasing my pebbled nipples with the pad of his thumbs. “Channing is a smart motherfucker, Lenley.”

I never thought it was possible to not feel embarrassed being naked in front of a man, but the way Peyton is looking at me makes me feel beautiful and a little brave. “Then why don’t you?” I provoke him.

He lowers his head, taking one of my nipples into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it; he sucks, gently at first and then harder when I arch my back to give him more. “Snow,” he drawls. “We’ll fuck your tits, just you wait. There isn’t going to be one part of your body the guys and I won’t own. We’ve only just begun showing you what we know. But today I need to be inside of you. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

His blue eyes are burning with desire, almost as much as my skin is burning for his touch, for his mouth. I reach for the hem of his t-shirt. “Then you’re a little overdressed, Peyton.”

I look at his perfect, sculpted chest.

My hands run over the tan, smooth skin of his ripped abs, following the V of muscle that disappears into the low waistband of his blue jeans.

He opens the button and I push the denim off his hips with trembling hands.

This is it.

I’ve fantasized about this moment many times, ever since I started noticing “boys.”

I’ve made up countless scenarios in my head of how I’d lose my virginity but in every single one of my fantasies, it was with Darrius.

I don’t even have to ask myself the question if this is right. I know it is as I get caught in Peyton’s blue gaze again.

The blond, perfect man I got to know in the past few weeks, is completely different than the way the world paints him.

The dangerous, popular athlete, the heartbreaker is a loyal friend and a fierce protector of the people he loves.

“Snow,” he whispers, once we’re both naked. “You’re so fucking hot.”