Payce's Passions (3 page)

“He has on jeans with a black t-shirt, black boots too. He has long brown hair and his name is Aaron Stevenson,” I spit out.

“And he broke into your house? How do you know it was him?”

“I know it was him because I’m the one who got him out of the house.” The cop glances at the blood on my shirt. “I don’t know how he even got in.” I’m trying to explain quickly, but I’m getting annoyed that he’s asking me questions and not doing something.

“Officer, he used to live here with me. We know him well, there’s an outstanding assault case on him. He has a court date and apparently he was able to bond out somehow.”

“You need to do something, this man is a nut job,” I chime in.

“We’re sweeping the premises now. Is there any way he could have re-entered the home?” the officer asks.

“No, we were blocking the front door. Aaron was right there.” I point to the ground. “We went back into the entryway to wait for you to get here and the back door is just across the room. There’s no way he came back in without us knowing. The other way in, is through the garage door and it’s closed.”
I’m not even sure how he managed to move at all.

“Let me go have a look around. I want you two to go inside and lock the door. Stay put until I return,” the officer instructs us.

Damien nods and we walk back into the house. This is such bullshit, but there is nothing we can do about it. I need to stay by Damien right now, he’s trying to act calm, but I know he’s freaking out about the whole thing.

The cop’s flashlight shines all over the back yard, near the pool, the outside bar, and behind the flowerbeds. An officer comes to the back glass patio door and taps on it. The other walks toward the side gate to exit the yard.

“Okay, he’s not on the property. We’re going to drive through the neighborhood and see if we can spot anyone matching your description. I need to check the doors and windows to see how he got in. I’ll be right back.” The officer walks into the dining room area.

They better find this fucker because if they don’t and Aaron shows up here again, he won’t take another breath in this lifetime.

“Dax, I’m going to call Payce.” Damien crosses his arms across his chest.

“Payce, the guy I met out on your job site? Why would you call him?” I ask.

“He knows Aaron and all of his old running buddies. Maybe he can get word out about what’s going on. Payce has connections everywhere and it can’t hurt, trust me. I’ll do whatever it takes to get this bastard out of my life once and for all.” He walks toward the phone as the officer returns to the living room.

“There’s no sign of forced entry. The windows are still locked, nothing is broken, and both door locks are intact. Is anything missing?” The cop silences the squelch down on his radio.

“No, nothing is missing. When I dragged him out of the house, he didn’t have anything.” I shake my head.

“You said he used to live here, he probably used an old house key to enter. I’m sorry, but at this point there isn’t anything else we can do. Nothing is missing and there’s no evidence of a forced entry, except your word. I believe you, my hands are just tied.” He shrugs.

“This is bullshit man,” I whisper to Damien.

The officer puts his clipboard on the table, fills out the report, and calls in on his radio. He scribbles down something and hands Damien a business card. “Here’s my card. It has my name, number, and the case number on it. If he shows up again, or tries to make contact with you, call us. We’ll take him in for questioning. Again, I apologize. I’ll make sure to make another round through the neighborhood before heading out. You gentlemen have a good night. Oh, you might want to get those locks changed too. Good evening.” The cop walks out the door.

“That’s it?” I hold my hands out. “That’s all they can do, hand us a card and say have a good night? Maybe if the county had done their job and called us when he was released we would have changed the locks.”

“Dax, calm down. It’s my fault, I should have done that from the beginning. I just assumed when he handed the key back, that was it.” He grabs my hand.

“No, this lunatic is out there somewhere and he’s going to keep fucking with you. I’m not letting that happen.”

“Payce?” Damien holds the phone up like he’s asking for my permission.

I nod my head. “Call him.”

Chapter Three

Payce

My hips grind into him, as I tighten my hand on the back of his neck, shoving him face first against the wall. I slither my tongue down his neck, pressing my bare chest against his naked back. His skin is soft and smooth, fuck yeah. With my boot, I kick his feet apart and slide my fingers down his arms, the tickle causes him to erupt in chills. As I reach his wrists, I clamp my hands around them, and pepper his back with kisses.

The combo of his cologne and sweat tingle my tongue as I lick up to his shoulder. I stop to inhale his aroma, gliding the tip of my nose underneath his hairline and gently nibble at the back of his neck.
Goddamn he smells so fucking fuckable.

He relaxes to my touch and I love it because that’s when I can catch him off guard. I jerk his arms straight up in the air, turn his wrists and slap his palms against the sheetrock. He turns his head to the side, letting out a gasp.

“Don’t fucking move,” I growl out to him and release his wrists.

He does as told and I take a step back. My cock jolts at the visual of the naked man spread eagle against my living room wall. I unbutton and zip down my jeans, taking my dick into my hand, giving it a couple of strokes, then walk back up behind him again.

Still jacking myself, I pat my prick against his ass cheek and he quivers.

“You like that?” I whisper across his shoulder.

“Oh God, yes,” he moans.

A grin crosses my face. “Mmmm…good. Tell me what you want?”

“I want you to fuck me,” he purrs like a fucking kitten.

I stroke myself a little faster, teasing one hand down his side to his ass, grabbing him in my palm.

“You want what? Who do you want to fuck you?” I play with him like a cat with a mouse, giving him a playful swat on the ass.

“You, I want you,” he begs.

I slap his ass hard, the sting tingles through my fingertips. ”Who?”

“You, Payce. I want you to fuck me, Payce.” He licks his lips.

“There you go, see that’s all you had to say.” I squeeze his ass in my hand in appreciation.

I press my body against his, dragging my tongue across his skin. He’s got my dick so hard that it’s taking some self-restraint, because I’m not done playing yet.

I snake my body down his, trailing my lips down his spine as I go. When I reach his ass, I lick him again, twirling my tongue in circles as he pushes back against me. I squat down behind him, pulling his cheeks apart with my hands, tickling everywhere but where he really wants me to.
I love the high of driving a man bat shit, fucking horny until they beg for me.

“Oh God, Payce.” He groans out my name and spreads his legs further apart for me.

Yes, there it is…yes!
I bite into his skin as I run my hand between his legs, gently rubbing against his nuts, and sliding up along his shaft. My hand wraps around his hard cock and I stroke him up and down, while still teasing his ass with my tongue.

“Shit!”

“You like this?”

He nods, as I lick closer to the spot.

“Spread yourself for me, invite me in,” I order.

He takes one hand off the wall, grabs his right cheek and pulls apart. I trickle my tongue against him, rimming him, then lick back out to his cheek. I let go of his cock, because right now, it’s time to fuck this man. I climb back up his body, my head buried in his back, breathing hard against his skin.

The reason I like this spot out of all the places in my house is because I can reach the rubbers and gel sitting on top of the mini bar, without having to kill the mood or stop touching him as I prepare.

“Fuck you’re tight,” I say and kiss his back, crooking my fingers at an angle into him. I slip another one in him.

Still kissing his back, he jacks himself off, I feel him relax. “Oh, Payce, please quit teasing me and bury yourself in me,” he pleads.

That is the kind of begging I’m talking about.
The way his voice hitches when he speaks, and the way the goose bumps streak down his spine before spreading across his back, that’s what I like. Total control of the situation. I scissor my fingers inside him, getting him ready to take me.

I pull back out of him, taking my hands and parting him, as I aim my cock straight for him. Pressing through the ring of tight muscles, he moans out loud.

“Oh hell yes, deeper, Payce, deeper.”

I look down, watching myself hammer into him. He’s at my beck and call now, as much as I’m at his, though he’ll never know that. I push in harder and he slams his ass back, taking almost all of me. I place my hands on his hips and begin thrusting into him, riding him like some virgin getting laid for the first time. His muscles contract around me with each pump into him.

“Goddamn,” I groan out as I slide into him again.

“Oh yes, Payce, I’m so close now. Harder!” he yells.

In and out, I slam harder, watching the way his ass meets my thrusts. I collapse against his back, relaxing my head on him to catch my breath. I stroke his sides, then run my hands up his sweaty back, and bend my left elbow around the front of his neck in a chokehold and jerk him back to me. He turns and looks back at me, and I stick my tongue out letting him swirl his around mine. I hungrily suck him into my mouth, and begin pounding into him again. He loves this shit.

My cell phone goes off. Such suck ass timing. Without stopping, I reach to the bar top with full intentions of sending the caller to voicemail and turning the damn phone off. When I see the caller ID, I can’t ignore it, not this call.

It’s Damien. The only reason he’d ever call this late is if there’s an emergency.

“I have to take this,” I kiss his back and pull out of him.

“Are you fucking serious, Payce?” He turns to face me.

I arch my brow, pissed that he really just questioned me on this. “Serious as a fucking heart attack. Put your clothes on and get the hell out.”  I turn and head to the bathroom, pulling the condom off of me.

“Damien, hey what’s up? Everything alright?” I answer and turn on the warm water in the sink, grabbing a washcloth. The front door slams.
Shit!

“I’m sorry to call you this late at home, I’ve kind of got a huge favor to ask from you.” Damien sounds upset, but as professional as always.

“Sure, what can I do for you?” I clean myself off, zipping my jeans back up.

“It’s about Aaron.”

Ah crap!
“What did he do this time? Do you need me to come by? If so, I can be there in about thirty?”

“I’d really appreciate that, thanks, Payce,” he says.

“See you shortly.”

I know I was a total dickhead to the guy here, and I’ll apologize when and if I ever see him again. Right now, I have my reasons for needing to be involved in this particular situation.

Chapter Four

My brand new baby is the ride for tonight. I just picked her up a week ago. She’s a black and silver,
2014 Yamaha R1 and the bitch is bad to the fucking bone. There’s something about having that much metal vibrating between your legs that’s addictive. Damien and Dax both ride, so they’ll relate and appreciate.

I need a shower to wash off this sweaty sex smell before heading over to see them.
Damn, I was almost having fun too, almost.
It’s a little hard to completely let myself go and enjoy a good fuck when the dude’s been attached to my cock like a goddamned dick-leech for the last month. That’s usually when someone begins to think we’re in a relationship and expects me to talk and bond. That’s exactly the time when I screech the brakes on the situation and intro them to my slamming door. I don’t do relationships or emotions like that, been there and tried it a few years back, never again.