Sarasota Sin (15 page)
Authors: Talyn Scott
She swatted at him, but he caught her hand and placed it on his face, mirroring his placed on her face. She trailed her fingers over his flaxen stubble, recalling how it felt skimming her breasts. Her fingertips moved to his lips. “Why are you turning my life upside down?” Dylan was gorgeous, definitely crazy, and she wanted him to finish what he started with her, wanted to lose her virginity to him. But what about how she wanted Avery?
“That’s what I want to know.” He drew her finger into his moist mouth, flicking his tongue beneath her nail. She slid it out, and the sensation as it skimmed his tongue tickled her thighs. He moved his hand from her face, curling it around her nape. With his free hand, he trailed the backs of his knuckles over her left nipple, stroking the tightened fabric-covered bud. “Why would you offer up something so precious to me?” He shook his head in disbelief, but his eyes stayed hot in that smoldering way. “And you were going to take my cock from behind, allowing me to bend you over for your first time.”
She shrugged. “I wasn’t going to until we started touching each other, and I couldn’t stop.”
“I’ve never taken a virgin. You knew I couldn’t tell, since I was teasing you by not penetrating you with my fingers. Naughty, naughty girl.” He closed his eyes in regret. “Have you any idea how that would have pained me, when I realized afterwards.” Those eyes flashed open, the aqua luminous in the low lighting of the garage. “How it would have pained you to be taken over a table like that?”
“I was embarrassed to tell you.”
“That’s not an excuse I ever want to hear from you again.” He tightened his hold on her nape, when her body turned to jelly, his stroking of her nipples opening something wickedly hot between her thighs, something she realized she’d saved exactly for this moment. “I want you, and I demand an open, honest communication between us. You haven’t any idea how important that is to me, but I’ll gladly teach you.” He kissed a line from ear to ear, leaving a hot trail in his wake. “Starting tonight.”
She moaned when his mouth fastened to hers. His lips delving deep while he sucked her tongue into his mouth, hard. Need took over and she could think of nothing other than putting out the fire, but her dress was too restricting, the car confining. She started to squirm in frustration. He gripped her hip, holding her steady and pulling away from their kiss. “You are incredibly responsive, eager but untrained, and a virgin yet untamed. Oh, the things I’m going to do to you.” He pinched her nipple then, tweaking it sharply. She yelped out her surprise right as he lowered her seat back all the way. “But I’m not going to take you in a car, so don’t worry about that. Considering, I left you unsatisfied back at the Hytel Plume and you’re trembling for release, I’m going to help you out by taking the edge off before we go upstairs.” She bucked against him, pulling his hair where he cupped her mounds, squeezing them firmly in his large hands. “Do you want to go to my bed, Payton?”
Hell, yes, she wanted to go to his bed. “Yes.”
“It’s Avery’s bed, too.”
She stilled. “What?”
“When we take a woman together, he shares my bed and my woman.”
“That’s why neither of you care when the other is touching me.” She gasped once his pull on her nipple clinched her womb impossibly.
“Settle down, now.” He sucked her bottom lip, tugging, before biting. “Believe me. We care.” She squeezed her thighs, unable to get the right friction. “Neither of us could stay away, so we care enough about you that we want to share.” Her zipper lowered, his hand moving between the fabric of her dress and her thong. “If you didn’t care about the two of us, you wouldn’t have experienced mixed feelings, tonight at supper.”
“I can’t think about that right now.” She was beyond horny, so she pushed up into his hand, wanting him to touch her there again.
“There you are,” he groaned against her lips as he eased her thong to the side. “Spread your legs a little wider, sweetheart.”
She complied, the pressure building and building as he grazed her slick heat with two fingers, the friction tight. “Please.”
“Hush now.” He stopped at her virginal barrier, swirling his fingers as much as her dress allowed his wrist to move. “Let me take you there, Payton.” His thumb found her clitoris, pressing in and down, holding steadily while his fingers twirled and twirled. “Can you imagine my cock here, making love to you for the first time while Avery touches you everywhere with his tongue and his hands?” He lowered his head, inhaling. “You are so close, I can smell it.” When she tensed, he soothed her, “In a good way, a tantalizing way. I want you so badly that my cock is popping my zipper. I’m in agony for you, and only you. Damn, you feel good.”
He ratcheted the strokes of his fingers, going faster and faster - maintaining that pressure hold on her clitoris - as he kissed her throat with a frenzied recklessness that spoke of his raw desire. “Think about it, Payton. Those gorgeous naked breasts of yours pressed against my chest.” He nipped her stiff peak sharply, and her first ripple hit, convulsing around his fingers. “My heavy balls sliding between your thighs, while I drive my dick into you deep and hard, inch by inch. And Avery’s right there, whispering in your ear, licking you.”
The lights came on in the car right when her orgasm started. “Oh, uh!” A cool breeze hit the side of her leg. A hand gripped her ankle yet both of Dylan’s were occupied.
Dylan moaned long and hard. “I would come in you so hard, Payton, so fucking hard.”
The hand trailed up her calf as she gasped for air, her mouth opening and closing. It was too much to take. She’d never accomplished this intensity of a climax with her handheld shower massage.
“I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful, Dylan,” Avery purred. “Look at her porcelain skin, how it pinks up when she climaxes.”
Her eyes popped open. “Avery?”
“Right here.” He dipped his head inside the car, his eyes flaring with need and marked trepidation. “Congratulations on your engagement, Dylan, you lucky fucking bastard.”
“That’s right.” Dylan cupped her soaked core after withdrawing his fingers. “I’m claiming this forever.”
Payton removed her fingers from Dylan’s shoulders, stretching them one by one. Her head spun, her stomach churned, and now she faced Avery. She worked her mouth, but nothing came out. Weirdly, her throat was a little raw. Had she screamed that much?
When Dylan pulled his hand from her dress, Avery snagged it and swiped his tongue down Dylan’s middle finger. Closing his eyes in delectation, he praised her flavor. “Salty honeysuckles, could anything taste better?”
“I seriously doubt it.” Dylan lowered his hand, zipped her up, kissed her nose, and leaned away. “Let’s get upstairs. She needs to eat.” He leered at her in that horny-man-style. “And so do I.”
“Food’s on its way.” Avery eased her from the car, helping her steady her feet on the pavement.
“Food,” she echoed in bewilderment, glancing between them. “You just licked me off his hand and you’re discussing food?”
11Avery growled low in her ear. “You didn’t touch your meal.”
Could they blame her? “I’m not hungry.”
Avery raised a disapproving brow. “I don’t think I believe that.”
“Well, believe it!” She felt a nerve under her eye twitching. “Dylan has the world thinking I’m marrying him.”
“You are,” he said factually, making a phone call.
“Oh, really?” All she could do was gape at him. “You’re that sure of yourself.”
Dylan shot the old finger-pistol at her. “Start practicing those vows, sweetheart.” He held a calmness she didn’t remotely feel.
“How’s he going to dig us out of this mess?”
Avery laughed as he led her to a private elevator, sliding a card key next to the operating panel once they stepped inside. “I don’t think Dylan considers it a mess.” He pulled her against his chest, slowly, as Dylan handled his phone conversation. When she stayed quiet, he asked, “Are you okay?”
She stalled a minute, and then wrapped her arms around him, scooting her hands behind his back. Inside his coat, his body heat seeped into her, a lulling antidote to Dylan’s fierceness. “I will be once this blows over.”
“In my experience, dawn sheds a new light on midnight’s problems.” He dipped his head, brushing his lips over hers. “Makes them easier to figure out.” A small kiss placed beneath her bottom lip. “Sometimes they figure themselves out, and you find you worried over nothing.” He crashed his lips on hers, licking the seam of her mouth with the tip of his tongue until she opened for him. But there was something different about this kiss. A cool ball stroked over her tongue, twirling around, stimulating her in an oddly erotic way. He hadn’t worn this piercing the night she kissed him in the tower. She moaned into the kiss, sucking Avery’s barbell. Dylan moved closer, stroking her lower back while still on the phone.
She imagined Avery touching her in the way Dylan did between her legs, as his hands lowered to her ass, squeezing. And as Avery pulled her in nice and tight, so tantalizingly close, she reminded herself that she had no experience at all. How would she handle two men at once, particularly the first time? Such a prospect would be overwhelming for someone with far more experience, so she didn’t feel bad when she pulled away to settle her nerves. “I can’t stay long,” she fumbled her words, staring between his parted lips at his tongue piecing. The vision of what it could do to her body blazed across her mind. She was so confused. Her thoughts going in so many directions, Payton didn’t know where to start in making sense of it all. “I-it’s late.”
Avery teased, “Do you have a curfew?”
Noah, Libby, and Payton had decided on a much-needed beach day tomorrow, where they would detox with tequila and Florida sunshine instead of working on the firehouse. The car lurched to a stop and she delivered the best explanation she could come up with on short notice. “I don’t want to wake up Libby and Noah by coming in late.”
Avery reminded, “If you go back to the firehouse tonight, the paparazzi will keep you, Noah, and Libby up anyway. And some of them can be quite bold, forcing you to need security. The cops don’t usually come for that sort of thing.”
She rolled her forehead against his hard chest, soaking in his incredible scent. “You really want me to spend the night.”
“We,” Avery corrected, “want you to spend the night tonight, the next night, and the night after that one.”
That wasn’t going to happen. “Too fast,” she muttered once they left the elevator, “too soon.”
“Look at it this way.” Avery drew her through an elegantly substantial penthouse filled earth tones, soft oversized furniture, and a roof garden with a circular view overlooking the Gulf of Mexico. Richly appointed comfort met her at every turn. “You’re doing your friends a huge favor by staying here.”
Inhaling a calming breath, she stared out at the ocean, watching the water crash languidly as if it, too, were resting for the night. “This view is…I think I can see Texas.”
“Maybe with the telescope,” Avery said lightly, staring at her instead of the water.
Dylan tossed his keys on his desk, his long fingers holding his cellphone to his ear, his voice low, rumbling orders to The Easton Company’s publicist. “Right, if you can’t handle Payton’s publicity alone, hire an assistant. Yeah, let me know how that goes before I see it online. Print our announcement in all countywide papers before one of those slime balls decides to get ugly with Payton’s reputation the way the internet has. I realize how late it is, but money makes things happen and the local papers are struggling financially.” Dylan removed his coat, loosened his tie, and found Payton. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, kissing the top of her head. “Do it or I’ll find someone who will.” He ended his last call and groaned, swiping the side of his head on his shoulder. “My ear is literally burning.”
Avery snorted. “Dylan goes through one cell phone a month, but he doesn’t understand why.” He moved in front of Payton as Dylan moved behind her. Avery cupped her jaw, lifting her to face him. The moonlight glanced across his black stubble, his skin glowing healthy with a natural tan. His hazels fringed by long ebony lashes locked onto her. “Why are you trembling?”
Dylan rested his cheek on the top of her head, the strands of her hair catching in his flaxen whiskers. “Our sweet Payton is untouched.”
Avery’s dark brows slashed over his eyes. Instead of mocking her, asking how a twenty-one year old stayed virginal. He brushed a kiss over the bridge of her nose. “A virgin?”
Riding a wave a lust while held between two men, all she could do was nod. Avery dipped his head, trailing kisses and tiny nips across her jawline. Lightly, Dylan pressed himself against her back, allowing her to feel his erection without pushing his obvious agenda. Dylan kept his capable hands low, pressing his palms on the undersides of her breasts, stroking her nipples to attention.
Avery spoke into the crook of her neck, rubbing his palms up and down her outer thighs. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” He sounded a tad different with the barbell in his mouth. “I’ve never been patient, but I will be with you.” Avery tightened his hold. “I swear it.”
