The Heartbreakers

Peyton

FULL ... OF ME.

That thought causes a strange feeling to expand in my chest; it’s like an ache but it isn’t entirely unpleasant.

I kiss her.

Her soft, sweet lips provide just a temporary distraction from the primal instinct to start moving inside her.

I want to give her a second to get used to my size; I know I’m not Channing, but I’m definitely well above average, if I believe what countless girls have told me.

But right now there’s only one girl who matters and that’s new in itself.

Sex has always been about me; about me being horny, about fulfilling my needs, about my pleasure.

Sure, over the years I’ve picked up a few tricks and I’ve never had any complaints about my performance but at the end of the day, what I cared about was that I had my fun.

This is different.

I want, I need to make this good for Lenley.

I tell myself that it’s because of our deal; if she’s the only girl I’m going to fuck for the next few months, I have to take care of her.

And there’s also Penn to consider; the guys and I are going to make Lenley a pro, every guy’s dream hookup and when we’re done, we’re going to rub it in Penn’s face, when he’ll beg for a chance and she’ll send him packing.

I already got a taste of that high earlier on, when he tried to kiss her and Len pushed him away.

I concentrate on the satisfaction of my rival not getting what he wants, instead of the feeling that made me rush here.

I purposely ignore that just the thought of him touching my girl made me drive here like the devil was hot on my heels.

I tell myself that this warm feeling in my chest is just triumph because I got what my rival thought belonged to him by right.

I distract myself with the need of making this good for her because I don’t do feelings and I don’t do relationships.

If I keep this as a deal, I can have fun with a hot girl and ignore the fact that since the night I met her she’s occupied my thoughts 24/7; I can forget that the reason why she accepted my offer is that she’s in love with another man.

I tell myself all those lies because it’s easier and her body draws me in, providing a welcome distraction.

I kiss her with my hands tangled in her hair, her soft tits smashed against my chest as our bodies are joined.

I shift my hips, withdrawing just a few inches and going back in; it feels so fucking good that I almost miss the line that mars her forehead for a fleeting moment.

“Snow,” I murmur against her lips, “does it hurt?”

“Just a little, but it isn’t as bad as before.” She offers.

I’ve never had to be careful or rein myself in and it’s hard to resist the urge to pound into her with all I’ve got.

That feeling is back in my chest, warm and impossible to ignore. I’m already inside her and yet it isn’t enough. I have no business wanting more than what we agreed on, but my heart is obviously as greedy as my body and I need to make her mine in every way.

I move again and something in her relaxes and it’s like I’m finally welcome; a gush of wetness helps me to sink into her to the hilt and she melts around me.

I move again and again, my thrusts becoming constant, accelerating in sync with her heartbeat.

“Fuck Lenley, you’re so tight. You feel so fucking good.”

“Hmm,” she offers, shifting her hips to meet my movements.

“Look at me, Snow,” I demand and that’s a fucking mistake. Looking into her green eyes while I’m fucking her draws me in deeper and takes my breath away.

But I can worry about my fucking feelings later, right now my body takes control and I begin grinding my hips every time I thrust into her.

“Peyton.” She moans, and there’s no trace of pain in her voice now.

“Snow, I’m getting close. Do you think you could come again?”

She bites on her bottom lip and I almost lose it. “I don’t know. It feels really good when you move but I’m not sure I can come.”

I nod.

I read that it’s unlikely for a girl to orgasm the first time she has sex, that’s why I tried to take care of her earlier.

My pride wouldn’t be wounded if this was over without Lenley coming on my cock.

But I’m a stubborn motherfucker and the athlete in me refuses to accept defeat.

I sneak my fingers between us and begin rubbing fast, tight circles on her hard clit.