Payton's Passion Page 3

  Payton clutched his shoulders, an age-old instinct instructing her to grind against him as his fingers gave her pleasure like she’d never known.

  Andy knew he had to be inside of her. The thought of plunging into her hot pussy had his penis throbbing.

  Payton seemed oblivious that they were in the hallway where anyone could see them. She moaned against Andy’ lips again.

  Andy’s hand left her breast and quickly spun the brass knob on the door behind her.

  He kicked the door shut with the heel of his shoe and walked her backwards to the double bed against the wall. A quick spin to change positions with her in order to take the brunt of the fall caused them both to lose their balance. Payton was like dead weight on top of his body as they fell backwards across his bed. Her flailing arm nearly knocked the dimly lit lamp on the bed stand to the floor.

  Andy’s hands immediately grasped her firm ass and held her in place until the room quit spinning. Payton lay motionless on him, so he flipped her onto her back. He was mesmerized by the blue eyes that fluttered open and the lazy grin that appeared on her face.

  “Whew—was it the kiss or have you been spinning me around?” She lay with her arms spread out at her sides, her blonde hair spread across the pillow.

  He smiled along with her slurred remark.

  “Kiss me again,” she mumbled.

  He dropped his mouth to do just that, and then he mumbled against her lips. “We weren’t supposed to be here, but I love the feel of you lying beside me.”

  “It’s alright, Andy.” She playfully nibbled at his lips. “I want to be here.”

  Trembling hands slowly unbuttoned her shirt and spread it open to reveal an unadorned white bra that covered what he hoped to be the nicest set of breasts he had ever seen. It didn’t take him long to wiggle his hands behind her back and unhook the double clasps to find out what he suspected was truth. He tossed her shirt and bra to the floor.

  He lay on his side and squeezed one soft mound, and then the other. Payton’s contented sigh whispered past his ear. Raising up on a bent elbow, he dipped his head and rolled a pink nipple inside his mouth with his tongue.

  “God, Payton. You’ve got great breasts.” He sucked harder on the now erect nipple in his mouth and massaged its twin.

  Payton’s head spun as she tried to keep up with his hands and mouth. No one had ever made her feel like this before. Andy scorched her skin wherever he touched.

  Is it wrong? Her mother continually warned her about what boys would try to do to her. It was easy to keep her promises when she remained the ugly farm girl. Angie had turned her into a different person, however—one that boys and men whistled at—one that found a man’s attention wasn’t as bad as she was led to believe. She was finally going to find out about what her friend constantly told her was a great experience. If Andy stopped now, she would simply die. Payton needed to know what being with a man was like.

  The bed she lay on creaked. Gentle hands rubbed the naked skin of her midriff. She forced her eyes open, focused on Andy kneeling beside her, and then watched as if in a dream when he leaned forward to kiss the area beneath his gentle hands.

  Payton sighed. “Mmmm…that feels good.”

  She bucked slightly when a hand fondled the area between her legs, and she automatically spread her jean-clad thighs. A hot dart of something indefinable sparked its way from her belly to the hand that massaged her crotch.

  Suddenly, Andy’s mouth whispered against her lips. “Do you want me to finger you?” The pressure of his hand between her legs heightened as he asked. Angie had told her about this. At the time, Payton didn’t think she could ever let anyone do that to her. Now, she yearned to experience it. Her hand flailed in the air momentarily before dropping to cover his large one to urge him on. Her eyes snapped open to stop the sudden spinning of the bed. Andy’s smile met her own.

  He rose to his knees, used both hands to unfasten the snap of her jeans and tugged the open waist down. She lifted her hips slightly to help him along, and felt the material glide down past her shapely calves. Her silk briefs followed. The cool air in the room caused goose bumps to appear on her legs and arms.

  Andy leaned back and took in every inch of her length with his hot gaze. Payton sprawled naked across his bed was a sight to behold. Her thick blonde tresses cascaded over the pillow and, even though her breasts were huge, they were firm enough to point upwards. His glittering eyes followed the path from the large mounds to her slightly parted legs. A light blonde tuft of hair hid the slit he craved to see.

  He was in dangerous territory. His initial plan was evaporating as fast as her clothes had. It pricked steadily at his conscience. Fucking Payton would be an experience, but fucking her when she was drunk would be taking advantage of something he wasn’t quite sure she would have submitted to in another circumstance. His throbbing erection disagreed, but he finally won the battle.

  “I think we better get you dressed and back to your room. If we keep this up, I won’t guarantee what will happen.” Christ—Tony’s going to laugh his ass off about this one.

  “You don’t want me here anymore?” Her voice sounded like a hurt little girl as she rolled to her side to face him.

  “It’s not that, Payton. I want to be inside of you—”

  Her heart jumped at his words.

  “But I don’t think tonight is the night. We’ve both had too much to drink.” For some odd reason, he wanted the first time to be perfect.

  Payton reached out a hand. It was Andy’s turn to buck slightly when she dropped her palm squarely on the bulge in his pants.

  “Payton,” he hissed out as she fondled his hidden erection. Andy grabbed her hand and half-heartedly tried to force it away. “You’re not making this easy for me.”

  “I don’t want it to be easy. I want…I want you to do to me what you said before. I want you to…finger me. I want to see what it feels like.”

  “Jesus,” he breathed out into the dimly lit room.

  Payton grab his hand and dragged it to the apex of her spread legs—and waited for the hot flood of feelings to start again. “Kiss me, Andy. I want to keep going. I want to see what it’s like.”

  He didn’t move his hand away from the heat between her legs. Rising to his elbow again, Andy stared down at her. His mouth dropped to kiss her again when he inserted a finger into her hot pussy. She jumped beneath his touch.

  “You’re drunk, Payton.” Suddenly, something hit him square in the gut—something she had just said. As impossible as it seemed, he had to ask the question. “Is this the first time anyone has ever done this to you?”

  She stared at him, and then swallowed. Payton nodded her head.

  He pulled his hand away from between her legs as if burned and jumped to his feet. A second later, he grabbed her shirt and pants from where they lay on the floor. “Get dressed.”

  “I’m twenty-three years old, and I don’t want to be a virgin anymore. I want you to be my first.” The vodka gave her the courage to make the request.

  “You’re drunk.”

  “Yes I am.”

  Her crooked smile melted his heart.

  Payton rose to her wobbly knees and reached out to grab his arm. She yanked on it until he was forced to look at her again. “I want you to do things to me. I want my first time to be with you, and I want it to be now.”

  He remained silent. Payton sidled closer. One of Andy’s shirttails hung lose from his belted waist. She wiggled her hand beneath the cotton material and caressed the firm skin of his belly. His stomach muscles contracted under her searching fingertips.

  “Make love to me, Andy.” Her hand fluttered from beneath the shirt and rested over his erection. “Please, show me what it’s like.” She increased the pressure of her hand against him.

  Andy lost the battle she waged.

  He kneeled before her on the bed’s surface, removed his shirt, and pulled her into his arms. As he kissed her, Andy used his right hand to unbuckle his belt,
snap open the button fly, and work the zipper down. He took her hand and guided it inside his boxers.

  They both gasped lightly against one another’s mouth when she grasped his penis in her hand.

  “Have you ever touched like this?”

  “No,” she mumbled.

  He pushed her backwards and kissed her breasts as he removed his jeans and underwear. Rolling to his back, he took her hand and brought it back to his penis. He cupped his own over her fingers and showed her how to stroke, a slow sensuous movement that nearly drove him wild.

  Payton was amazed at how the satiny length felt in her hands. Her head lifted and she stared down at the slightly purplish head. Suddenly, she was frightened. Angie told her that sex would hurt the first time. She didn’t have much time to dwell on it, though.

  Andy dragged her hand away with a large intake of breath. “You’ve got to stop or this will be over before you know it.” Having her fingers around his penis had him tottering on the edge of coming.

  He gently forced her onto her back again and suckled her breasts as his hand dropped to the curls between her legs. Payton instantly forgot her fears when he ran his fingers across her moist slit.

  “God, Payton…spread your legs a little more.”

  She willingly dropped her knees wider. He dipped his middle finger inside her pussy.

  “Christ, you’re tight.” He withdrew his wet finger and rolled it across her clitoris. “I’ve never fucked a virgin before.” She felt the pressure of his cock against her hip. The combination caused her to arch against his hand.

  He pumped his finger in and out of her wet pussy as he moved his mouth to hers. “Have you ever come before?” Andy swirled his tongue around her earlobe.

  “I…don’t know what’s going to happen,” she whispered breathlessly and wiggled beneath his hand.

  He smiled into the cloak of her sweet smelling hair and inserted another finger. “Just go with it, baby.”

  She moved her hips, clenching her pussy around his fingers.

  “That’s it. Does it feel good?” His fingers slid out. He circled her clit momentarily, then inserted one finger with more force than earlier.

  “Oh, God…” She searched for more of the heat that invaded her belly, knowing that there must be something else about to happen. “Please don’t stop.”

  He chuckled. “I don’t plan to.” His cock throbbed. He wanted to stop with this play and simply come inside of her. Another part of him, however, wanted her to experience her first orgasm without any pain.

  He worked her clitoris with his thumb as he continued to fuck her with two fingers now and suckled the hard dart of her nipple.

  Payton writhed beneath his hand, pumping against it, still searching for some elusive feeling to end her torture. She spread her legs wider and arched against his palm. Suddenly, hot wet waves shot out from where his thick fingers played inside her and followed a molten path upwards to her breasts. She groaned loudly with the intense shock waves that caused her to clench her vaginal muscles.

  “Andy!”

  He inserted a third finger, thoroughly enjoying the pulsing waves she experienced simply because of what he was doing to her. Payton was in the middle of her first orgasm. Her knees came up, and she squeezed her thighs around his hand and bucked wildly.

  The pulsing around his fingers slowed and finally disappeared. Payton’s knees weakly dropped open. Andy withdrew from her wet heat and slid his hand upwards to capture the fullness of a breast.

  Her eyes fluttered open. Deep satisfaction settled in her gaze. A pink tongue moistened her full, parted lips. “I’ve…I’ve never felt anything like that in my life. I didn’t know a man could do that with his fingers.”

  A smile creased his face. “Oh, you haven’t even experienced all of what my fingers can do to you.”

  Her brow dipped in an instant frown. “But…you didn’t get to feel anything, did you? I can feel wetness on my thigh. Did you get to do it, too? It was so wonderful!”

  His penis leaked pre-ejaculate. He’d done everything in his power not to come when she bucked beneath his hand. “No, I didn’t come, but I’m gonna have to if I ever want to sleep again. Payton, you’re something.” Andy dipped his head and kissed her. “I don’t think I’ll be able to wait once I’m inside of you, though.”

  He rolled to his back, grabbed her hand and wrapped her fingers around his cock. “You’re going to have to use your hand and get me off. It won’t be any fun for either of us if we do it when I’m in the state I am at the moment.”

  He gasped when she held him tightly and immediately began to run her closed fingers up and down the length of him. “There’s no way…fuck,” his eyes snapped shut, “that I can hold it for long… I don’t want to come immediately when…”

  Waves of ejaculate squirted out across her closed fist and onto his belly. Andy held her hand tightly and groaned as he emptied himself. He shivered when she sucked on his nipple, and then smiled when she giggled as his breathing slowed.

  “What?”

  “That was something new for me. What do we do next?”

  He burst out laughing, grabbed a towel that lay on the floor beside the bed and cleaned himself off. By now, he felt pretty sober, but he wasn’t too sure about Payton. He eyed her. “Are you still drunk?”

  “The bed’s not spinning like it was, but I’m still feeling pretty fuzzy.” She leaned forward and kissed him, absolutely surprised at herself that it didn’t bother her in the least to be naked in front of him. “I have to admit that I was pretty out of it earlier, but I’m a big girl, Andy. And, I want to do the rest of it.”

  As much as he wanted to keep going, reason took hold of him. Payton was a virgin, and when they finally made love, he wanted her to be sober and know completely what they were doing. He took her hand in his.

  “I want to do the rest of it, too. But, it’s not going to happen tonight.”

  “But—”

  “But nothing. Listen to me, Payton. This was different for me tonight. I can’t believe I’m about to say this. I’m going to bring you back to your dorm. I want you to think about this when you haven’t had anything to drink.” He tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her ear and ignored the confusion in her eyes. “We started something here tonight, and I want it to continue. I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow thinking I took something that wasn’t mine to take. You walked into that classroom at the beginning of the week and got under my skin like no one else ever has.”

  She remained silent as she dropped her gaze to the bed’s surface, wondering if she should be embarrassed now to find herself in this situation. His next words, however, calmed her fears.

  “Let’s get dressed before someone comes in. I never even thought about locking the door. I don’t want people to think we came up here, knocked off a piece, and did it just for the hell of it. You’re special, Payton, and don’t deserve that. Let’s wait a little until you know that you’re absolutely sure.”

  That was when she fell head over heels in love with him. He wasn’t willing to compromise her reputation, even at the expense of depriving himself of something she suspected most men his age would never have walked away from.

  As much as she wanted to experience for herself something that Angie had told her about countless times, he was right. The first time that they actually made love would be something she remembered forever.

  * * * * *

  A full week passed by. In that time, Payton spent every possible moment with Andy that she could. They found themselves kissing in hallway alcoves between classes. His touch drove her insane. All she could think of was the hot emotion that he drew from her body the night he used his fingers to make her orgasm for the first time.

  Payton climbed into bed at night, her body hot and aching with the need to make love with him. Angie continually teased her about her inability to concentrate on any subject at hand. Her friend had begged for the juicy details of their first date, but Payton remained closemouthed
.

  No one had ever consumed her every waking thought like Andy did. She had even forgotten to call her parents the following Sunday night—something she had done every week since leaving home the summer past.

  Now, Payton readied herself for her second Friday night date with him. They were going with Tony and his date for pizza at an on-campus eatery. There had been talk about hitting a movie afterwards.

  Fine. That’s just fine. But there’s no way I’m having even one drink. There were two reasons for that decision. She had been sick the entire weekend after drinking so many screwdrivers the last time. The thought of feeling that way again turned her stomach as she applied her lipstick.

  Payton planned to stay completely sober. Tonight, she was going to finally lose her virginity. She’d had enough of Andy’s intimate touches through her clothes. She would force the issue if need be, but didn’t think Andy was in the frame of mind to wait any longer either. His constantly hot gazes and hard erections pressed against her when they kissed were proof.

  She leaned back, crossed her arms, and studied her reflection in the mirror. “I can’t believe you’re planning this out the way you are. A week ago, you had never even been kissed.”

  A slight twinge of guilt ran through her brain when she thought of her parents and all their warnings. Having sex was something her mother toted to be a horrible experience for a woman—a duty to be performed by a good Catholic wife for procreation.

  She shook her head, but couldn’t help the smile that suddenly appeared in the mirror. Angie was right. Times were different. Payton’s parents were good people, but her friend commented once that they kept Payton hidden and ugly on the farm just because they were so old fashioned. Payton finally saw the truth in her friend’s words. Thank goodness she’d come up with the idea to come to Minnesota.

  She stared at her reflection again. “You’d never have met Andy if it wasn’t for Angie’s urging and guidance.”