Payce's Passions (12 page)

He grabs my hand and takes a couple steps, bending to turn on a small lamp in the hallway. I quickly scan the area, seeing a dining area off to the left that connects to a kitchen, before focusing on him again. He takes another step forward and that’s far enough, I can’t resist him anymore. I’m tired of trying to fight it, my cock is aching for him.

I stop dead in my tracks, tired of trying to fight him. My cock needs him now, and my heart never left him. I jerk Braxton back to me, his body crushes into mine. It takes the strength of a fucking Titan to keep me from bending him over the nearest piece of furniture, right here and now.
Fuck me!
I’ve got to calm down
. Slowly, I reach for his waist with both hands and hold his hips, waiting to see if he’s going to rip away from me, saying this was all just a big mistake, punch me, or quit fighting too.

Brax doesn’t move, instead he licks those pouty lips of his, first skimming across the top, then gliding over the lower. I damn near gnaw through my tongue, as he teases me. I want him, and pray like hell that I don’t burst through the zipper of my jeans with the raging hard on that’s tightening the seams. I can’t fucking take this, everything about him still drives me insane and I need to taste him, to feel him again. I take a step forward, causing our feet to trip and he falls back hard against the wall, his keys drop to the floor. Brax yanks me into him and…
fucking hell!

With my fingertip, I trace along his lips, then slide my hand behind his back. I can feel his breath quicken to my touch. Our hips smash together, automatically grinding slowly against each other. He’s driving me goddamned mad.

I snake down his body, and lick my way back up him. His salty skin, mixed with cologne, tingles on my tongue.
Shit, so much for staying calm.

“Still so fucking sexy, Braxton.” I press my leg between his and raise my knee, rubbing against his crotch. A hungry growl hums from his throat and escapes his lips, I crush my mouth against his to swallow it.

“Mmmm…and you feel like you missed me, Payce,” he rumbles.

That’s it.

I take his mouth hostage, our tongues tango around each other, darting, pushing and pulling. Before I know it, we’re in the middle of a fucking tongue bash and I love every bit of it. With one hand, I grab his chin, holding him in place as I lick over his delicious kissers, sucking his plump bottom lip into my mouth. I tickle it with my tongue before scraping my teeth over it, releasing him. The wet slurping sound sends me into overdrive with him, and I glide my hand to the front of his pants, palming his hard cock through his jeans.

“Oh shit, Payce.” His breath turns into a rapid pant and I slow my pace, puckering against him. I graze my lips against his, the inside of my bottom lip rolls over his. “God, I want you, Payce,” he rumbles.

“I can see that.” I laugh.

“Still so damn cocky.” A grin peaks at the corner of his lips.

“You wouldn’t
even
believe…”

“Show me.” And with that, I almost lose it inside my damn jeans. The ache in my groin intensifies to dangerous levels.

I love that he’s challenging me. I shove his head sideways into the wall so hard I think we cracked sheetrock. It was way too hard, and I didn’t mean to, but fuck it was sexy hearing the groan escape from him lips. I slather my tongue down the side of his neck, stopping to take nibbles into his shoulder, then kiss them after.

“Shit, Payce,” he grumbles.

Braxton is going to make me come all over myself with the way he moans my name like that, it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. He tightens his arms around my waist, pulling me tight into him. If I get any closer, I’m going to be inside the man, which is the hottest and fucking happiest thought I’ve had in years. I squeeze my hand between our warm bodies and unbutton the snap on his jeans, teasing my finger along the band.

I trail kisses down his body, as I move lower and lower until I reach his chest, then abs and bite through the material. Slipping my hands underneath his shirt, I finger crawl upwards raising the tee up with the back of my hand until his chest is exposed. “Brax, you are full of surprises.”
He’s got piercings.
A silver hoop dangles from each nipple and I slither my tongue around them, pulling at one with my teeth and the other with my fingers. He lets out a gasp. 

Licking circles around the tips, I slip my hands back to his jeans and unzip him, and squat down and help him shimmy the jeans down over his hips. He rips his shirt over his head, then kicks his shoes off and flips his jeans over the end of his foot.

Brax yanks on the sides of my hair and guides me up to his mouth and our tongues meet, doing a mid-air thrash dance with one another. We lash around each other, mine lapping over the top of his as he flicks against the bottom of mine. We were made for each other, I swear. His eyes begin to glaze over. I love the way he looks when he does that, so out of control, and he moans.

I step back taking in all of him in. His pecs are so tight, and the piercings just add to the hotness of his entire chest area. His side is cut perfectly down to his waist area and the man has a rippled abdomen that won’t quit. There is absolutely not an inch of this man that will go untouched, especially those V-lines that form an Adonis belt on him. Everything that is so manly about him is driving me shit-fuck horny. I trace the happy trail that runs down his stomach, disappearing into his boxers with the back of my finger.

I whisper into his ear. “Brax, I’m going to trace over every inch of your fucking gorgeous body with my tongue. No matter where you are or what you’re doing, where you look or touch yourself, you’ll always remember my tongue being there too.”

Brax snatches me back to him, the roughness of his hand caressing over mine causes me to shiver. He completely takes me off guard, I’m not used to someone manhandling me, but in this case, I like it…a lot.

His fingers work the button on my jeans loose. In a matter of seconds he has me unzipped and is damn near peeling my skin off at how fast he’s shredding my jeans down my legs. I crouch over to unlock the metal clips on my boots. As I bend to take them off, his crotch brushes side to side against the tips of my hair, and I grin to myself. I love that he’s getting this horny around me. Before rising up, I slowly caress my tongue between his waistband and skin, then pull them back with my teeth, allowing the elastic to snap back in place. He flinches and tightens his grip on my shoulders.

I snake my tongue up his waist, tasting him as I circle his navel, then higher and higher. I reach his collarbone, peppering him in kisses, before slurping my tongue up his neck, over his prickly chin to his mouth, delving deep inside him. He runs his hands along my back, massaging into the muscles. His kisses are so passionate and tender that it’s driving me insane. I’m not used to being with someone tender and I’m especially not familiar with being sensitive and caring to what someone else is feeling, but with Brax, I want to enjoy every bit of him.

Brax slips his hands to my waist, he thumbs over my hip bones and then trace down the creases to my groin. He raises my shirt over my head, tossing it to the ground. With my feet, I finish taking my jeans over my toes and I pull back from him, and step away, as I stand buck naked in front of him for the first time in seven years.

Brax licks his lips as he looks me up and down from head to toe, then makes his way back up. His fingers trace the dragon tattoo on my chest, letting his thumb graze across my nipple. He bites into his lip again.

God I want this man like I’ve never wanted anyone before.

My hand goes to his waist as I watch him. Just the way he eye fucks me makes my cock stiffen with a twinge, and a chill shoots down my spine; I erupt in goose bumps. He presses against his own cock, I know he’s trying to calm the ache behind the boxers, but I don’t want him calming anything right now.

I’ve got to regain my composure and control somehow.
“Get naked,” I demand.

“Bark out orders much?” he laughs.

“You didn’t seem to mind it before, did you?”

“Time changes things, Payce.” He nods his head up at me.

I lean close to him and whisper, “humor me, please,” then I step back.
I’ve never said please to another man, ever.

Brax begins to slide them off and I grin at him.
Good boy.
As he lowers his boxers, he sways side to side as he pushes them over his hipbones. I lick my lips and grab my dick in my hand and begin swiping back and forth, as I watch him strip for me. As he straightens back up, he watches me stroke myself and his eyes droop, he takes a deep breath. He takes his cock in his hand and begins to move up and down his shaft. I lick the top of my lip and raise my eyebrow, our eyes dart from each other, down to our hands and back up to eye level.
He’s fucking beautiful to watch.

He takes a step closer to me and whispers back, “humored now?”

“Hell yes.” I lean against him.

My hand pushes against his throat to hold him in place and I kiss him again. Deep and hard, my tongue dives into him taking control and I devour his warm wet mouth with mine. Slurping and sucking him, pinning him tighter with my grip. I get a little rougher, biting into him hungrily. I rub my goatee against his chin, then brush up against his cheek so tender it tickles him and a grin spreads across his face.

Brax reaches down and wraps his free hand around mine and tightens. Hand over hand, he strokes up and down my cock with me. His mouth presses into my chest, his heavy breathing is so warm against my skin. I gasp. He licks his way up to my ear, taking a gentle nibble. He begins stroking me faster and I look down as he jacks himself and me both.

“Brax, do you have any idea how fucking hot you look right now?”

“Shut up, man.” He laughs, and I’m not sure whether to be pissed off or not.

I shove my body into his and he lets go of himself, wrapping his arms around my back, as I put my arms around him, inching my fingers down to his ass cheeks. The heads of our dicks bump, and we begin to grind against each other, poking and teasing. I bury my tongue in his mouth. I squeeze his ass cheeks tight in the palms of my hands, gently pushing him together, then spreading him as I massage him.

He cups his hands around both of us, my dick on top of his, and he makes a tube with his hands, stroking us together.

“You’re making me way beyond horny, Brax, turn around for me,” I whisper in his ear.

He shakes his head no and pulls back from me.

No, what the hell?
  I watch him because I’m not sure what his problem is. He gives me a shit eating grin with a wink and grabs my dick jerking me back to him.
Oh, Braxton wants a little tug love action…my fucking pleasure.

“You feel so good jacking me off. Do it faster, tighter,” I whisper in his ear and he shivers against me. “Mmmm…there you go. You like that?”

“Yesss…” he purrs. “But why don’t you quit talking, Payce and make yourself useful?” Brax raises an eyebrow to me.

“Hmmm…who’s being cocky now?” I curl my hand around his dick and yank him to me. “Like this?” I give him a grin and tighten my grip on him. 

“No, like this.” He spins me back and slams me against the wall behind me.  He buries his tongue inside my mouth, quickly swirling around mine then pulls out.

I laugh. “Fucking tease.” I tug him tighter, and quicker.

I’m not getting near the head of his dick yet, because I know how sensitive it is and that’s exactly where he wants me to be.
Two can play at this game and I want him throbbing so hard he can hear the blood thumping inside his skull.

“Me, a tease? Hardly. I know what I want and how to get it is all.” Brax yanks me harder and faster, letting his thumb glide over my moist slit.

“Confident, I like that. And what exactly is it that you want from me, Brax?”

He tugs tighter on me. “You yelling my name as you come,” he whispers, then licks at my lobe again and growls in my ear.

“I don’t yell, Brax, but if you keep talking and moaning like that, you’re going to be on your knees in front of me sucking me off.”

“Like this?” He drops down to his knees in front of me.

“Oh…fuck…me,” I grumble.

He sucks me in his mouth, slathering his tongue around the length of my shaft.

My hand winds through his hair and I guide him back and forth to match my thrusts into him. His rough hand cups the soft skin of my nuts, causing me to pump harder into his mouth.
Good fucking God…jeezuz!
My legs begin to shake. He grabs onto my hips and pulls me down to the carpet with him right here in the hallway.

I lean back as he pushes my legs apart, lowering his head. His hands slide under my ass lifting me, as he licks under my nuts and down my gooch, teasing the hell out of me. He slowly moves back to the base of my rod, then continues up my shaft until he reaches the head. With pursed lips, he pushes them over the head of my prick. I thrust up into him and feel myself beginning to tense up, my nuts tighten.

I want more than anything to bust a nut right now, but I can’t just be selfish like this, I need to make sure he’s taken care of too.
Wait…what? When the hell did I start caring what someone else wanted?
Oh, the minute that ‘someone’ became Braxton Temple.

“Come here,” I tell him.

He creeps up my body, his cock dangles against my skin as he crawls up me, and attacks my mouth, his tongue diving in and circling mine.

“Mmmm…you taste so fucking good,” he groans into my mouth.

“Are you trying to make me come all over you?” I ask him.

“Straddle over me, Payce.” He climbs off of me and rolls onto his back.

I climb over him, my knees on each side of his waist, and I lean down to kiss him. When I do, he cups our dicks together tight in his hands, and begins stroking us, our cocks throbbing against each other.

“What the fuck? Oh goddamn, Brax.” I toss my head back unable to control the moans escaping from me, the sensation he’s causing is amazing. “Fucking hell that feels incredible.” I look back at him and he grins.