Scott's Satin Sheets (10 page)

Behind her, Daniel gripped her ass harder, murmuring, “Dear God—your cunt is so tight that I can’t last much longer,” as Scott ran his fingers through her hair and she peered up into his eyes with his erection between her lips.

“So hot,” he growled through clenched teeth. “You’re so nasty hot taking two cocks this way, baby.”

“Christ, I can’t hold back,” Daniel said then. “I’m exploding. I’m exploding in your sweet pussy!” And then he rammed even harder into her, making her cry out around Scott’s big shaft, even forcing her to release it as Daniel took what sounded—from his moans—like the deepest sort of pleasure in emptying himself inside her.

When he went still and pulled out, she at first felt…empty and a little abandoned.

But she didn’t let that last for long. Still in the same position, she gazed up into Scott’s eyes and begged him. “Make me come again—please!”

And without a second’s hesitation, Scott was reaching for her with both arms, pulling her upright, toward him, then grabbing her ass until she was straddling him on the leopard print. Hurriedly, he used his hand to direct his cock toward her wet passageway, then she sank down on him, no longer afraid of his size.

Of course, again, he felt colossal this way and it stole her breath.

But then—oh God, yes—she simply felt…filled with pleasure.

She moved on him, grinding and rocking her body, desperate for stimulation to her clit. “Oh God,” she moaned as soon as it met with his body just above where they were interlocked. The deepest of naughty delights roared through her in waves of heat, as strong as any electrical current. “Oh God, oh God! Good, so good.” She’d lost the ability to form complete sentences, it seemed.

Daniel lay next to them on the bed now, watching, then reaching to gently caress her thigh, hip, breast—all as she rode Scott with absolute abandon, lifting her arms over her head, her body undulating like a wave rolling across the ocean.

Even the soft sway of her breasts added to her joy and she wanted more. “Will you both suck my tits again?” she asked.

In response, Scott growled and Daniel smiled, rising to do her bidding.

And oh, what a lovely sight to see Scott latching his mouth on to one turgid nipple as Daniel leaned in to lick and lap at the other until finally drawing it deep between his lips.

And oh, what a lovely sensation too. Near perfection. Every sensitive region of her body was being attended to at one glorious time, pushing her to ride Scott’s cock still harder, harder, her clit getting tighter, so close, almost there, yes, yes—and then…perfect bliss. The orgasm shot outward from her cunt, pulsing through her entire body, enrapturing her from head to toe. She couldn’t hold in her cries—the climax was too strong, too buffeting.

And just when it was done, just when they both released her well-suckled breasts from their perfect, masculine mouths, Scott growled, “Me too, baby,” and pressed her hips downward with such tremendous force that she almost couldn’t take it—but knowing he was erupting in her, spewing his come deep in her pussy restored the pleasure, as well.

The two of them collapsed together in a heap of flesh, soon lying down, their heads pointed toward the pillows. Payton closed her eyes, but then opened them again, not wanting to miss a moment of this, even in the midst of her recovery. She took in Scott’s muscular chest, the leopard-print covering beneath him, the pale pink paint on the wall, which…maybe she was growing out of. It suddenly struck her as something too childish for the woman she became in his arms.

She’d nearly forgotten Daniel’s presence until he rose from the bed and began to get dressed. She even felt a little guilty—she hadn’t meant to edge him out of the affections in any way, and God knew he’d helped bring her supreme and ultimate pleasure tonight.

“Daniel,” she said, still sprawled across the bed, naked but for her shoes and jewelry, “thank you. That was…indescribable.”

His soft, replete smile reassured her—he wasn’t feeling left out; he was satisfied with what they’d shared. “For me, as well.” He gave his head a soft shake, chuckling silently. “And the last thing I expected upon returning to the yacht this evening.”

As the reality hit her anew—oh Lord, she’d fucked Daniel, her father’s butler—he seemed to sense her feelings. Thus he stepped over to the bed, pants on, buttoning his shirt, and reached down to take her hand in his, bestowing a gallant kiss atop it. “As I said before, Patyon, after I leave this room, nothing will have changed between us. I will be the soul of discretion, remembering this as one scintillating but secret liaison that will never be repeated.” He squeezed her hand gently, then added, “Unless you ever require my services again, in which case you need only ask and I will be ever so pleased to supply them.”

Oddly, another of those telling blushes warmed her face—possibly because it
was
Daniel, and they
would
have a naughty secret now. An
unbelievable
secret. But she trusted him implicitly.

“And, Payton,” he said as he picked up his shoes and walked to the door, “perhaps it would be wiser for me to resume calling you Miss Albright, at least in the company of others, lest they wonder why the change.”

It made sense, so she simply nodded.

“Goodnight, Miss Albright,” he said with a wink—and then he was gone, closing the door to her room gently behind him.

The truth was, astounding as it had been, now she was happy to be alone with Scott. She met his gaze next to her and shared a silent communion with him—even without words, she felt an intense new connection with him. He’d just seen her at…at her worst. Or maybe at her best. Maybe when it came to really uninhibited sex, they were one in the same.

“Let’s get under the covers,” he said, sounding tired but adding with a tiny wink, “I want to wrap up in those satin sheets with you again.”

She kicked off her shoes at last, and once they were between the sheets, she snuggled against him and said, “So, does climbing into bed with me like this mean you’re staying the night? Because I would love to wake up with you in the morning.”

Then she raised her head and smiled down at him, a fresh idea striking. “Oooh, we could have morning sex. I haven’t done that yet and it sounds like a nice way to start the day.”

Scott smiled sweetly up at her. “I’ll stay a little while, but not the whole night, honey. Daniel might be trustworthy, but I don’t need to have anyone else who works for your dad seeing me sneak out in the morning.”

She gave a pouty frown. “No morning sex then?”

He gave her a chiding look. “We could have had all the morning sex you could handle at my place.”

She smirked. “Point taken.” Then cuddled back up to him. “And besides, I might still be recovering from
this
sex.” The very thought made her sigh. “My God. That was…truly amazing.”

“All you’d hoped?” he asked with raised eyebrows.

She didn’t hesitate to nod vigorously. “Thank you. For being so generous. A lot of guys wouldn’t do that.”

He simply shrugged. “I love watching you be wild, honey. And I don’t mind sharing if it gets you hot.”

She let out a small moan, just remembering. “Mmm, it got me hot all right. I can’t believe I did it, but it definitely got me hot.”

He grinned, even let out a slight laugh. “A shame you won’t be around long, rich girl. I could show you lots of
other
ways to have fun too.”

“Well, I’m not gone
yet
.” She lowered her chin coquettishly. “What did you have in mind?”

From Scott, another shrug, this one teasing, aloof. “If you’re available tomorrow night, maybe you’ll find out.”

Scott watched the next afternoon as gorgeous Payton Albright left the catamaran in the sexiest little white bikini he’d ever seen. He’d just kissed her goodbye, watched her smile up at him, and said, “See you tonight,” every fiber of his body yearning for more than just a kiss.

Last night before leaving the yacht, he’d talked her into coming out on a snorkeling cruise today on Chris’ boat. They were booked full, but there was always room for one more and the truth was, he’d wanted to see her again. For more than just sex. He liked spending time with her. And he got the idea that for a girl who had the world at her fingertips, she truly hadn’t lived much.

True to his suspicions, she’d never even gone snorkeling before—not in all her island travels.

He’d also liked introducing her to Chris and Carrie. He’d had to work the cruise, of course—helping customers with gear, getting everyone in the water, providing drinks and snacks for the ride back. But he’d managed to catch up with her in the water, snorkel with her for a few minutes—he’d taken her hand and led her to a chunk of coral where he knew a bunch of little clownfish hung out. He’d gotten to point out a big, funky-looking triggerfish and some butterfly fish too. And the rest of the time, Carrie had hung out with her—they’d seemed to hit it off.

“Okay, so who’s the chick?” Chris asked now that everyone was gone but the two of them and Carrie.

“Payton?” He tried to play it off light. “Just a girl I met. Her dad’s the guy who bought the
Party Barge
and all those other boats. Owns the Crystal Sands too.”

“Shit,” Chris said. “She had an air of rich girl about her, but…damn. That sounds
really
rich.”

Yet Scott shook his head. “She’s rich, but she’s nice.”

“She
is
nice,” Carrie chimed in. Then said, “I’m going to go clean up downstairs.”

Carrie always came on their Sunday cruises—the only day she closed her bookstore on Duvall—and she usually did tidy up belowdecks after the Sunday trip, but Scott sensed her purposely making herself scarce. Which meant she and Chris thought the fact that he’d brought a girl on the cruise
meant
something.

“Don’t leave on my account, Care,” he told her.

She just shook her head and smiled before disappearing into the small lower compartment.

“So,” Chris said, “Scott’s got a girlfriend.”

Scott simply rolled his eyes. He hadn’t had a real “girlfriend” since coming to Key West years ago—something both Chris and Carrie frequently gave him a hard time about. “Don’t get too excited, dude. It’s just a hot little fling, that’s all.”

“How hot?” Chris asked with raised eyebrows.

Scott couldn’t hold in a big, well-satisfied grin. “Pretty fucking hot,” he replied, keeping his voice low. Not that he was sure why he bothered given that, back before they’d gotten married, Chris and Carrie had indulged in a few wild days and nights with multiple partners themselves. “When she lets herself go, she has the capacity to be a very naughty girl. Last night we had a three-way—she wanted to experiment with two guys at once.”

Chris leaned his head back. “Brings back memories.” When Carrie had been curious about that, Scott was the guy it had happened with, in that hot tub he’d been reminiscing about just a couple of days ago.

“Thing is—she’s been pretty sheltered.”

Chris cut in. “That bikini didn’t look sheltered.”

Scott grinned. No, it hadn’t. In fact, it suited the
real
her perfectly and he was surprised Daddy Dearest had allowed it. “She puts on a good show about that,” Scott explained, “but she hasn’t had much experience, and sometimes seems to need a little help getting rid of her inhibitions.”

“Well, if she wanted to fuck two guys, I’m guessing it worked.”

Again, Scott chuckled. “Very well. And if she needs help, I’m more than happy to give it to her.” He thought for a minute as he gathered up a length of thick rope, looping it repeatedly around his hand and forearm. “I even kind of liked it, in fact.

Bolstering her courage. She just makes me want to ensure that she gets to experience all the different kinds of sex she craves.”

Chris glanced to the opening in the catamaran’s deck through which Carrie had gone. “That’s exactly how it was when I met Carrie. It felt really special that she chose
me
to be so open with—especially since I knew she’d never been that open with anyone before.”

“Exactly!” Scott said. He remembered Chris explaining all that to him before, but only now did he really get it.

“Aha,” Chris said, teasing, “so she
is
special.”

Scott, however, just lowered his chin and cast his buddy a pointed look. “I like her, sure. But, uh, I’ve known her for about forty-eight hours and she’ll be leaving the island soon anyway.”

“If you recall,” Chris pointed out, “Carrie was here on vacation. It doesn’t take long when it’s right, buddy.”

Even so, Scott shook his head. “No, dude. Afraid you’ve got it all wrong. Payton might be a special girl, but this is still just a fling.” Then he laughed, even if it was a little bit forced. “I wouldn’t know how to have anything else.” And that was the truth.

Yet now it was Chris shaking his head. “I’m telling you, that’s what I thought too.”

At which Scott let out an annoyed sigh. “Dude, knock it off. I’m having a good time with her and…giving her some hot memories to take with her. That’s all.”

* * * * *

Early that evening, Payton sat on the yacht’s deck drinking iced tea with her father as they awaited dinner. Payton’s mom was shopping with the wife of her dad’s business associate, who they’d dined with last night—and wow, that seemed so long ago.

“How do you like Key West?” he asked her.

And, dear Lord, just that mere question made her pussy flutter with secrets. “Uh, better than I might have expected,” she said. The complete truth.

“Is your face turning red again?” he asked, leaning forward, looking concerned.

Sheesh—suddenly she was a blushing machine. The result of casual sex, clearly.

Okay, so it was casual,
intensely wild, forbidden, very nasty
sex. If a blush was the price she had to pay, so be it. “It’s…the sun,” she insisted. Then changed the subject. “I went snorkeling today.”

Her father drew back slightly, looking shocked. “Snorkeling?”

For a man who’d just bought a fleet of boats in an area where snorkeling was a major tourist attraction, he acted as if he’d never even heard of it. “Yeah, you know— looking at pretty fish under the water.”