“You don’t say.”
The both shared a hearty laugh, and this time when the quiet calm threatened to allow for too much thinking, Peyton broke the ice with a sultry inquiry. “Braden? When will you make love to me?” She questioned him right there. Put him on the ever lovin’ spot.
He immediately pulled over again, slammed it in park and reached for her.
“Come here, Peyton.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and lightly kissed her lips. His cock pressed into her belly and said pretty much anything and everything Braden didn’t say.
“Will you let me suck your cock?” She smiled as he kissed her, and with his lips still on hers, he unzipped his pants.
“If you’ll let me drive us home while you do.”
“That’s dangerous,” Peyton said.
“And wild enough for you?” he asked.
“Not yet, but it will be,” she said as she dipped her head and licked the mushroom tip of his dick. She then scooted back over to her side of the bench seat. “No, I think we’ve waited this long. It’s time to get me home and straight into bed.” She reached over and patted his cock.
“Damn it, Peyton! The teasing needs to end at some point.”
“It’s going to end tonight, Braden.” She twirled her hair around her finger and studied him. “Because if you don’t sleep in my bed with me tonight, then I swear I’ll tease you for one full year before I’ll ever consider it again.”
He threw the truck in drive and stepped on the gas. Sometimes a man needed to ignore the set speed limits. A new race for a sexy kind of finish waited thirty minutes down the road, and this was one of those few times when he didn’t care to break the law.
“What I’ll do to you in that bed tonight borders along downright criminal.”
“Then bring your cuffs, cowboy, ‘cause I don’t like a man who makes promises he doesn’t intend to keep.”
Braden wanted inside of her so bad it hurt. He didn’t know if he wanted to wait until they got home. If he had to wait, the least she could do was make it worth it.
He shot her a sideways glance. “Will you do something for me while I’m driving?”
“I’m not sucking your cock right now. I know you, Braden. You’re so excited, you’ll wreck.” She giggled. The sweet sound of her laughter filled the cab, and it sounded like the world’s most coordinated orchestra used her lungs for a most beautiful song.
“Do you have on panties?”
“No!” She blushed. Too bad for Kane and Evan, she seldom blushed around them and both commented on it. They loved to see her little cheeks all flushed and rosy. Apparently, he brought out the color in them.
“Will you raise up your skirt and show me?” He swallowed stiffly and looked back at the road.
A few seconds passed, and she shifted beside of him. Her breathing sounded heavier, and he slowed down long enough to follow the stockings to her knee caps. He looked away, helped her with the teasing, and the waiting. When he turned to check her out again, he found her bare skin showing off a perfectly shaved and waxed mound.
“Beautiful.” He stared at her naked pussy before he looked into her eyes. “I want you to put your fingers inside of your cunt and finger yourself for me.”
“Braden!”
He only glanced back and forth at the road. “Peyton, I need to see you do it. I want to know you’re wet and ready for me. I only want you thinking about me, just me right now, Peyton.”
“I am thinking about you, Braden.” She touched her mound and watched him. God help him, her eyes lingered over him, and he almost came in his pants as he watched her middle finger slip out of sight. She moaned a little when she added a second finger.
“Damn you must be tight.”
“I am, Braden.” She quickly added. “But you can stretch me.”
“Shit!” He almost ran off the road because he was looking down at her when he should’ve watched out for the guard rails.
“Look at me for a second,” she teased. “Can you see me, Braden?” She scooted to the edge of the seat and then pushed up with one palm behind her while her right fingers continued to fuck inside her pussy.
She threw her head back against the seat and let her knees fall to the side. She licked her lips, and her head turned. Her cheek mashed against the seat. She fucked herself only harder. “Hmmm… Braden,” she whimpered.
“How does that feel, Peyton?”
“Hot…it’s so good, but I know how to make it better.” She closed her legs and trapped her hand between them and then slowly withdrew her hand. She drew her knees to her chest and twisted around sideways so her back pressed against the door.
He reached over and spread her legs, pressed against her thighs so she was fully exposed. He roughly ran the back of his hand up her leg. “That’s sexy, baby. Your pussy is so pretty, Peyton.”
“Oh yeah? Well, you need to keep your eyes on the road. Let me take care of things over here.” She giggled before she rubbed her palm across her mound, and he noticed she’d started to relax with him. Finally, he let out a sigh of relief, and his cock throbbed with the same acknowledgement his mind wrapped around. She was going to fuck him from this night forward, and if she didn’t watch it, he might bend her over on the side of the road any minute now.
“What are you doing there, Peyton?” He grabbed her ankle and pulled it across his lap. Her leg touched his cock, and he held her calf against his erection as he let out a hearty growl. “When I get inside of you, I may never leave.”
“You boys all make similar promises, don’t you?”
He jerked when she mentioned the others. Damn it, he didn’t want jealousy to ruin a good thing. He shook it off as soon as it grabbed him by the balls. “Seems Kane almost meant it. Hell, anytime we try to find him, he’s sniffing around your room.”
“Braden.” Her tone dropped again. “I need you to let go of my ankle for a minute.”
He did, and she bent her knees outward. Even in the moonlight, he saw her pussy glisten with desire. He smelled her arousal. Her fingers parted her folds and she began with a scissor like motion before she buried her hand against her body.
Taking it one second at a time, she fucked herself in various ways. Slow, fast, one finger, and sometimes two.
“Do you like touching yourself?”
“I like it good enough,” she said. “It’s erotic having your eyes on me.”
“It’s naughty, Peyton. That’s what it is.” He turned right and headed toward the lower barn. It had just started to piss-pour rain so he had to unload the feed in the back before they headed for the house.
“Where are we going, Braden?” She had a playful tone in her voice as her fingers continued to work in and out of her body.
“I gotta unload something before I take you in the house and make love to you all night long.” He cursed himself for sounding desperate, almost goofy. It didn’t matter though. Not really. Peyton loved him, and so help him, right now, it was all he cared about.
“Braden… I’m so close.” She rose and fell against her own hand as he pulled into the barn. The breezeway was perfect for parking, especially in bad weather. All of the Cartwells, at one time or another, made good use out of the barn.
He threw the gearshift into park for the last time and swiped her hand away. “You’ve done enough work for tonight, sweetheart.” He bit his lip and watched her reaction when he slipped his fingers into her cunt.
“I need to come,” she said.
He unhooked his belt, pulled his cock from his fly, and fingered her slower and slower. “Oh you’re gonna come all right, but not by my hand or yours.”
“Uh-huh. Promises, promises.”
“Nope, this is a guarantee.” He snatched her wrist and pulled her up. At the same time, he opened the door on the driver’s side and pulled her with him. He stepped out of the truck. As quickly as he stood with her, he gently pushed her back against the bench seat. Her legs hung over the seat, fully exposing her.