He kisses me again, deep and hungry, running his hands over my skin and I can feel his excitement pressed against my hip.
His lips trace the line of my jaw, traveling down my neck, making me hum with desire and anticipation.
As Peyton’s mouth reaches the base of my neck, one of his big hands, that was splayed on the soft skin of my stomach, heads down, reaching between my thighs.
“I love how wet you get for me,” he growls, dipping one finger inside me as his lips place quick, shallow kisses down my body.
He shifts on the mattress and I inhale, bracing myself for what I think is going to come next, but his mouth and his hand are gone in a heartbeat.
Peyton didn’t settle between my legs like I expected, he’s kneeling at the end of the bed.
He takes one of my feet, placing the sole of it on his rippling chest and lowering his head to kiss the arch.
It’s a strange feeling, slightly ticklish and I squirm, giggling as his lips glide up to my ankle.
He stops for a second, his blue eyes bright with amusement, as his lips continue their journey up my calf.
He keeps hold of my leg as he keeps placing featherlight kisses on my skin.
When he reaches my knee, he lets go and I watch as he takes my other leg and begins kissing the top of my foot.
“Peyton.” I squirm, giggling again. “I thought we were going to—”
He stops kissing me, the amusement of a moment ago back in his dark blue gaze. “We are, Snow. I told you that’s what I came here for.”
“I—It’s just that you were touching me before and now—I don’t get it.”
His smile widens. “Lenley, did you think I was just going to stick my dick in you and fuck you into oblivion?”
Hmm ... yeah? “I guess.”
“Snow,” he says softly, “this is your first time. Why do you think every time we got together so far, the guys and I haven’t tried to go there?”
His deft fingers are massaging the skin his lips were exploring just one second ago and I have to focus to answer his question. “I don’t know. I thought you knew I was a little nervous about it and—”
He nods. “Yeah, we knew that. But to be honest, Snow, we were a little nervous too. We realized that none of us had been with someone who was totally new at this. How are we supposed to teach you something we don’t know anything about?”
I object. “Oh come on, Peyton! The three of you must know what you’re doing.”
He sounds extremely serious. “Oh we know. But hooking up with someone who has done this before is different than being someone’s first.”
I start to feel worried that they agree with Darrius and that this is a burden; that I am a burden.
“Look, Snow,” he says, sensing the change in my mood. “We wanted to do our best to make it good for you. So we took our time to do some research.”
I don’t know if I want to laugh or cry. “All three of you?”
He nods. “All three of us. We didn’t know who would get to do this first, so we all did some reading on the subject.”
I roll my eyes. “This has Jameson written all over it.”
“It was his idea,” he admits. “But he was right.”
I cross my arms over my chest and his eyes follow the movement, settling on the way my tits bunch together. I don’t even know why I’m annoyed.
“Snow,” he utters softly, letting go of the leg he’s been holding onto this entire time. “Believe me, J can be a controlling asshole, but this time he has your best interest at heart. You shouldn’t be mad about it.”
I lower my gaze, unable to look at him; I know if I’m thinking about letting Peyton inside my body, I should feel comfortable enough to be open about my feelings. I know the guys aren’t my boyfriends, but I like to think that in the few weeks we’ve known each other we’ve become at least friends.
“I don’t know, Peyton. It’s just that for a moment, the thought that you guys had to put so much planning into it, made me feel like I’m a lot of work. And that takes all the sexiness out of the equation. And I liked that with the three of you, I always felt sexy.”
Peyton’s eyes darken and for a second, I think I’ve ruined everything.
“So what we were doing wasn’t sexy? Me kissing every inch of your body and making sure to make you feel good before I take you isn’t sexy?”
I open my mouth to say something but he continues. “Lenley, planning something doesn’t take the excitement out of it. You’re hanging out with three skydivers. You’ve grown up in this world, so you should know that our sport is all about planning. We don’t just jump out of a plane, we train, we plan, we design equipment. Fuck, do you know how many times I jerked off to the idea of doing this with you while I was reading about what to do to make it good for you?”
He’s looking at me as if I were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. “You were so turned on that you had to make yourself come?”
He nods, his lips quirked up in a devilish grin. “Uh-huh. I’ve always liked sex, Snow. But the adrenaline of skydiving was always what made me harder than anything else. Until you.”
He takes my foot back in his hands and I smile. “I make you as hard as skydiving?”