Chapter Six
Waking up to the scent of bacon wasn’t something that Hunter was accustomed to. What he also didn’t expect was to be wrapped around Payton’s pillow, hugging it to his chest. Breathing in her scent, he let out a moan as his already stiff cock pulsed some pre-cum out of the tip.
This woman was going to be the death of him. Last night, watching her dance after she had given him an ultimatum … he didn’t do well with those kinds of threats, but she’d made him hard. It hadn’t been his intention to leave her alone to party, but the moment he got talking, everything else had faded into the background. Time had slipped away from him so that when Payton came to him, he’d not realized how long it had been.
It was his fault, and he took all of the blame. After finishing his conversation with his friend, he’d watched Payton on the dancefloor, her tits giving that little bounce, threatening to spill out of the top of the dress. What he’d loved though was her ass. It was nice, round, and he couldn’t wait to fuck it. He loved grabbing hold of her butt, and riding her hard.
Climbing out of the bed, he went to the bathroom, did his morning piss, washed his hands, brushed his teeth, and made his way out toward the kitchen.
Standing in the doorway of the kitchen, he paused and admired Payton’s ass again. This time, it was covered in a long shirt, but he didn’t mind. Her dark hair was pinned on top of her head, and she was dancing to some music.
She looked over her shoulder and smiled. “You’re awake finally. I thought you would spend all day snoring.”
“I don’t snore.”
“You do. A little. You’re not perfect, Hunter.” She winked at him, and placed several rashers of bacon on a plate. “I promised you breakfast, and you can see, I deliver.”
He took a seat, and his stomach grumbled.
Payton served her own breakfast, and sat opposite him. She poured him a cup of coffee, humming as she did.
“You’re not hungover?”
“Nope. I don’t drink enough to get hungover. I like that buzz you get. If I’d had another shot of tequila, now that would have been a whole other scenario.” She drank some orange juice, grabbed a slice of toast, and took a bite.
She ate without fear, and he found her refreshing.
“Don’t you like bacon? You’re not a vegetarian. You had beef at the Italian place.”
“I’m not vegetarian. It’s … different watching a woman eat.”
“A night of dancing, I’m famished. I’m trying not to eat like a pig.”
“I don’t think that is possible.”
“Don’t you ever taste something that is like the most amazing flavor and you feel like you can’t get enough in your mouth? My first ever meatball sub was like that. Garlicky meatballs, tomato sauce, and cheese, shove it in, and wow.” She did a pouty face. “I lost a white shirt that day. I had sauce all over my boobs. It was so embarrassing and so worth it.”
He took a bite of the bacon, and then a scoopful of the scrambled eggs. They were delicious.
“You didn’t think I could cook, did you?” she asked.
There was a twinkle in her eye that he was finding so beautiful to look at.
“I’m guilty. You baked the cake and you cook.”
“I do.” She got up, and went to the cupboards, showing him that they were in fact heaving with food. Spices, pasta, rice, and all kinds of other goodies. “This is what I do on my weekend. I clean out my cupboards, and check over everything I have. I spend the weekend cooking the food I will take for the following week. Put some in my fridge, others in my freezer, and I’m all set.” She closed everything up, and came to sit down. “What are your plans for today?”
“Sitting and watching you cook.”
“I’m all set meals wise,” she said. “If you’re free, we can spend some time together. You did say you wanted the weekends all to yourself, or has that changed?” She licked some juice off her finger, and smiled at him.
“Come here,” he said. She walked to him, and he pushed away from the table. Tugging her down onto his lap, he sank his fingers into her hair. “You asked me if there’s anything I’ve tasted that I couldn’t get enough of.”
“I did.”
“Your pussy. I want another taste of your sweet pussy.” With his free hand, he pressed it between her thighs, and they both moaned. “You’re not wearing any panties.”
“I rarely wear them, Hunter.” She pressed her lips against his, and he ran his hands down to cup her ass. As he squeezed and kneaded the flesh, they both moaned.
Suddenly, Payton sank to her knees before him, taking hold of his boxer briefs and sliding them down until they were at his knees. His cock sprang free. The tip was swollen and slick. The vein along the side seemed to pulse as it filled with his blood.
Payton wrapped her fingers around the shaft and flicked her tongue across the tip. He moaned.
“Put it in your mouth.”
“You want me to suck your cock, sir?” she asked, the wicked smile testing him in more ways than one.
He wrapped her hair around his wrist so that he had control. “Suck my dick, Payton.”
“Yes.”
She covered the head of his cock, taking him to the back of her throat, coating the length of him with her saliva. She came up but didn’t wait for instruction. She bobbed her head, taking a great deal of his length without choking on it.
He watched as she slowly took more of him into the back of her throat, and swallowed him. Each time she did, it made him moan. He hadn’t intended to get his cock sucked this morning, but he certainly wasn’t going to complain.
She sucked more of him into her mouth, bringing him closer to orgasm. He wanted to close his eyes and keep on watching her at the same time.
“Touch yourself,” he said. Both of her hands were resting on her knees, but he didn’t want her to just be giving himself pleasure. He wanted her to experience it as well.
One of her hands left him, and she moaned around his cock, the sound muffled but vibrating up his dick as she began to finger her pussy.
“Are you wet, baby?” he asked.
“Very wet.”
“Let me have a taste.”
She held up her fingers, and he licked them, tasting her. He could lick her pussy all day long, and one day soon, he intended to do just that.
When it came to Payton, she fired his blood in ways that continued to surprise him. Women were something that he had used to scratch an itch, and with Payton, he didn’t want to use her. He wanted so much more.
After knowing her a handful of hours, he wanted her in every single way. Pushing all of his crazy thoughts to one side, he watched as she sucked his cock and fingered her pussy. His orgasm began to build, and he knew with the way her body was moving that she was also getting closer to hers. She took him deep.
Thrusting his cock up into her mouth, he gripped the back of her head, moaning as his orgasm washed over him. He filled her mouth, and she swallowed down his cum. Even as he was coming down from his high, Payton cried out her own release, her head resting against his leg as she shook from the power of her orgasm. He stroked her hair, wishing he was balls deep inside her, feeling every ripple, every pulse.
When it was over, their breakfast lay cold on the table. He was still reeling from his feelings for her.
“I had no intention of doing that,” she said, looking up at him.
“Me neither.” He stroked his thumb across her lip, feeling a turning point in his own life. “When I saw you across the floor at that charity event for kids, I knew I was going to have you. I didn’t even know you, nor had I seen your face. Your ass told me the whole story.”
She laughed. “So my ass got me the job and also got me laid? Should I give it a pat as a reward?”
“I have no idea what is happening here, Payton. No idea at all.”
“Let’s not put a label on it, or anything. Can’t we just see where this is going? It hasn’t been all that long.”
“You know about me, about my past relationships?” he asked.
“I know you go through women faster than underwear. I don’t want our time here to be labeled with me forever. Who I sleep with is my business, and I don’t want to advertise it for the world.”
“We’ve been seen together,” he said.
“I know, but neither of us has commented on what it meant.”
He’d seen the newspapers from the restaurant he took her to. The speculation was rife as to what Payton Hicks meant to him.
****
Monday, two weeks later
The first shoot with Elise was pushed back for two weeks because of some timing conflicts between outfits and photographers. Payton didn’t mind as she was used to things not going according to plan. That was part of her life. Schedules were always changing, as were sets, and even people changed.
The first shoot was to be taken on the main street outside of Hunter’s office building. Elise wanted to start simple, so they had cameras set up in six different places, all being managed by one guy.
Antonio was amazing, and she had worked with him many times. Elise and the beauty crew were all there to give any touchups that needed to be set. Today’s shoot was to show off the business wear of Elise’s designs. This was what Payton loved about Elise’s fashion, this entire range went from work, standard, and evening wear. There was lingerie, and even nightwear. Everything was scaled to be an affordable price but quality.
Like always, Rick was on set, keeping an eye on things behind the camera. There were several other models as well. One of them had given Payton the cold shoulder. She didn’t mind. Britney, the other model, was really nice, and she had worked with the other woman before, Claire her name was. They had done a set together for some jeans, and it had been a huge success, and a lot of fun.
At the beginning of the set, Hunter hadn’t showed, and she was more than fine with that. She had spent the past two weekends with him, and their relationship wasn’t just about sex. She was kidding herself to ever think it could have ever been about sex. Not a chance at all.
They had gone to see a couple of movies together, been dancing, or had stayed in, and watched television shows while binging on fast food. He made her laugh, and of course there had been a lot of sex.
Even now, standing out in the cold—the day was really cold considering it was summer—her body was heating at the memory of what his hands and mouth could do. He loved licking her pussy, and he also liked biting her ass.
She had to hold off on the lingerie shoot because she had a Hunter size bruise on her ass where he’d bit her. It had all been playful and fun. There was a chance that he had a bruise himself seeing as she’d bitten his ass as well.
“You okay?” Marcel asked.
Marcel was one of the male models. He was a nice guy, and not totally full of his own ego.
“Yeah, I’m fine. You?”
“It’s bloody cold, but then what do you expect?” Marcel was also British. “It’s great to have a real feel for the shoot though. Work clothes, and entering a business. It works.”
“I know. Elise is fantastic, and when she spoke about what she wanted, I jumped right on it. She felt if you’re going to produce a line of clothing, then you need to market them for everyday use. I agreed with her. Sorry you’re so cold.” She crossed her arms, and rubbed her arms. “The weather did say it was picking up tomorrow.”
“Shame it couldn’t be today. Tomorrow is the comfy winter shot. We’re all going to be boiling our nuts off.”
She burst out laughing. “The trials we must go through for our work.”
“Marcel, hair needs you,” Hunter said, coming toward them.
Smiling at Marcel, she turned to Hunter. “Hey,” she said.
“I trust that you weren’t flirting with Marcel?”
She sighed. “So every person who smiles and has a conversation is now flirting?”
“Marcel is a player.”
“So are you.” She stepped closer to him, angry that he would question her. “I told you there is no one else. Do not be that guy, Hunter.” Stepping away from him, she excused herself to go to the bathroom.
Entering the room, she stood at the sink, and released a breath. Their relationship was private, and she didn’t want people to think that she had gotten this job because she fucked the boss.
This was why she never mixed business with pleasure. Working Hunter could be such a dick. When they were alone, he was so sweet, so charming.
“I’m sorry,” Hunter said, entering he bathroom.
“I don’t want to accept your apology. I was talking with Marcel. He’s a fellow model who I’ve worked with before. He’s a genuinely nice guy. I’m not a cheater, Hunter. I don’t pit one man against the other.”
“I know. I’m sorry. The moment I said it, I regretted it. I hate that they can talk to you, touch you, and I have to wait until we’re alone.” He stepped up close to her. He tucked some curls behind her ear. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you all morning.”
She placed her hands on his chest. “Then kiss me, Hunter. No one is here to see. Kiss me. I’m all yours.”
He pressed her up against the sink, and his lips were on hers. His kiss was hard, brutal, and so possessive. It was like he was trying to brand her as his own with his kiss alone. She was all his. She didn’t belong to anyone else, and never would. Her body belonged to him.
Hunter made her break all of her rules, and she relished it. One of his hands went to her knee, and began to lift the skirt she was wearing.
She whimpered. Her pussy was already soaking. Holding onto his hand, she shook her head. “Not right now. Tonight,” she said, pressing another kiss to his lips.
He groaned. “You’re a tease, woman.”
“And you’re a pain in the ass.”
She slid from around him, and made her way back outside. Rick was waiting, and his arms were folded. The worry was clear on his face.
“What is it?” she asked.
“You know what. I’m worried about you.”
“I’m fine.”
“He’s the first guy that you have ever sneaked around on a shoot with. I’ve seen some of the pictures online, Payton.”
She ran fingers through her hair and watched as Hunter came out of the bathroom. Closing her eyes, she licked her lips, and released a sigh. “I’m going to go out to Elise.”
She left the lobby and made her way back toward the main front. Marcel was doing his shots, and she stood next to Elise, arms folded.
“Are you okay?” Elise asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
Rick came out ten minutes later, and after another three hours of shooting, Elise was happy, and they called it a day. Payton wasn’t done, though, as she and Rick had another interview to go to.
Once they were in his car she knew he was going to say something.
“Whatever you’re going to say, just say it,” she said.
“I’m worried about you. No man has ever come between you and work before.”
“It’s not coming between me now.”
“You’ve spent the past two weekends with him. When you were dating, you rarely saw the guy. You’d have dinner with him once in a blue moon, and then kindly end things. With Hunter, you’re working for him, and now you’re seeing him. Movies, dinners, business. I thought you didn’t want to be seen like this.”
“I didn’t screw my way into this job. You told me to take it, remember?”
“I know, and I’m wondering if I should have. He’s a player.”
“All men are players, Rick. So were you until you met Francine.”
“And you have blown me off three times to be with Hunter. You are my best friend, Payton. I would do anything for you. You know that. I’m with you every step of the way. Francine, she knows what I do, and I know she would love to meet you. Everyone who sees us together thinks we’re an item until they see us together, together. Francine asked me if I love you. I do love you, and I told her that, but I love you like a damn sister!”
Guilt swamped her. “You’re angry because I didn’t meet her?”
“I’ve pushed everything else aside for you. When I’ve been asked to choose between my work and them, I’ve always chosen you. I like Francine. I wanted you to meet her seeing as you’re the one that encouraged me to go on not one date, but all of them.”
“You’re right. I’m so sorry. I’ve been … this is crazy.”
“Do you have feelings for Hunter?” he asked.
“I think I do. I know I love being around him, and I don’t feel like I’m being judged when I’m with him. I tell you what. Let me make it up to you. My place, I will make dinner. I’ll invite Hunter, and we can have a double date. How is that?”
“If you would like to do that.”
“Don’t make me beg. Please, let me make it up to you, and I can be a better friend to you,” she said.
“Okay, fine. I hope you like Francine.”
“You like her, and I know I will.”
Silence fell between them, and she felt a little better knowing she could make it up to him.
“Do be careful of him, Payton. I don’t want to see you hurt.”
She didn’t want to get hurt either.