Scott's Satin Sheets (13 page)

She moaned her delight, sometimes bouncing on him vertically, other times going all the way down and grinding, just to play with different motions.

And the truth was, she’d nearly forgotten all about his ass toy by the time she felt something—there. His fingers, she thought. Though they were wet—with lotion, she supposed. The touch felt shockingly good—something she hadn’t wholly believed in until that moment. Although she’d heard of it, she’d just never seriously thought about using that particular opening for sexual pleasure.

Within a short moment, though, she began to believe more and more. As he rubbed her there, she felt it more intensely—it made her skin prickle, her scalp tingle. And then—oh God—he pressed the tip of his finger inside, and she let out a soft yowl. How could it feel that good? She couldn’t understand it. But as he began to thrust just the tip of his finger in and out, it was all she could do to stay upright on him—the permeating pleasure was nearly too much to take. And she felt it
everywhere
, from her head to her toes—it practically made her dizzy. At some point, she realized she was whimpering crazily.

And then he extracted his finger and replaced it with something harder, thicker—the silver toy. Her breath came audibly, heavy as he began to ease it into her ass. “Oh God,” she heard herself murmur, high-pitched, and again a little crazed-sounding.

She’d never felt anything like this—and added to his enormous cock in the passageway just below, oh Lord, the sensation was stunning.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” she muttered as it went deeper, deeper still.

“Like it, honey?”

She could barely answer, nodding instead as she managed a strangled-sounding,

“Uh-huh.”

“Good girl,” he whispered hotly.

When he began to move it—just in small strokes that matched her rhythm on his cock—she began to sweat, her body heating from the inside out. All the blood drained from her face and she was forced to lean forward, to grab on to his knees for balance.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she heard herself whimper. “Fuck me, fuck me. Oh my God.”

The strange new pleasure was so oddly pervasive, almost suffocating to her, that she knew the only reason she hadn’t come was because there was no stimulation to her clit in this position. Still, she couldn’t focus on that thought long—it took all her effort just to survive being fucked in her pussy and ass at the same time. There was no pain, but an overwhelming fullness that gave the illusion of stretching through her whole body. She felt pulled tight like a rubber band and at the same time as if she were stuffed full, about to overflow. Still moving against Scott’s cock and his incredible little toy, she began to tremble, her body weakening more each second. Her whimpers and moans filled the air as Scott cooed to her. “You’re so hot, baby. So hot and beautiful. I love the way you fuck me, and the way you trust me. I love the way your ass looks with this naughty toy slipping in and out of it. You make me fucking crazy.”

And just when Payton began to wonder how much more of this stupefying pleasure her body could handle, she heard the buzz of a vibrator being turned on. But not the one in her ass, she realized—because nothing changed there. And then she felt something and looked down to see the shiny gold vibrator she’d noticed before—Scott held it in his free hand and was reaching around her with it, easing it between her legs.

Right where she needed it. Oh God. She cried out as the humming cylinder connected directly with her swollen clit. “Yes! God, yes!” she bit off. She moved against it automatically, faster, faster—and it was mere seconds before the orgasm held her in its grip.

Again, she was forced to lean forward, to hold tight to Scott’s legs as the strange, hot climax tore through her, jolting her pussy oddly, making her flinch and jerk without control. But the pleasure was deep, the release profound. She moaned and whimpered, eyes shut, her body feeling like something over which she had no control.

Scott was on the edge. He’d never taken such deep satisfaction in pleasuring a woman before, and Payton’s response to having her ass fucked was driving him out of his mind. He fought to let her orgasm run its course, wanting her to soak up every bit of it, but finally, he had to let himself go. “I gotta come, babe!” he said, then felt himself erupt in the warm glove of her cunt, his pelvis pumping up into her practically of its own volition. “Fuck yes,” he muttered through clenched teeth as the intense release shook him to his very core.

Then, at last, they both went still. He gingerly extracted the silver vibrator from her anus and dropped the gold one in front. Then he helped her ease off his cock and down next to him in the bed.

They stared at each other for a long moment, until finally she said, “That was…insane.”

He managed a small smile in the midst of his recovery from coming. “I told you it would make you crazy.”

She shook her pretty head against the pillow. “I just…didn’t know what crazy felt like until now. I mean…wow.”

He couldn’t help feeling a little arrogant, pleased with himself for taking her someplace so hot and new to her. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“I loved it,” she said, her eyes so sweet, so honest, that he couldn’t stop looking into them. “I love everything you do to me.”

He kissed her then, just a tiny kiss—but their faces stayed close as they drifted into sleep.

* * * * *

When Scott woke, she was stirring next to him. “Can you help me?” she said. She was trying to get out of her sexy black lingerie, so he found some hooks in back and undid them until it came free—then watched as she reached down under the covers and took off her shoes.

“
Damn
, those are hot,” he told her again as she tossed them to the floor next to the bed.

She cuddled against him and said, “I love turning you on.”

“You do a very good job of it—every second,” he assured her.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Sure. What is it?”

She perched on her elbows next to him, peering into his eyes. “I had a talk with my dad today. I told him he had to loosen up on me, that he had to let me see who I want, date whoever I choose. And I think he got the message.”

Damn, that made him happy. The more he’d gotten to know her, the more it had bothered him to think of her father controlling her in such basic ways. “That’s very good news, honey. I’m proud of you.”

She blinked prettily. “Well, you kind of inspired me. I also told him I want to build some kind of career. I realize that sounds silly—that I don’t know what I want it to be a career
in
—but you have to understand that I just haven’t been brought up to, well, think independently or be ambitious. But you’ve inspired me that way too. And I’m sort of thinking—I don’t know—I might enjoy doing something with fashion. Because it’s something I know about, and something I enjoy. And I have no idea what it might turn out to be, but…thank you. For just…making me start thinking in a new way.”

He lifted a hand, brushed it back over her hair. “I think you’re pretty amazing,” he told her, and he meant it, wholeheartedly. He’d never met someone who’d been so sheltered. And he didn’t envy her for having to find her way out into the light. But he thought she was doing a pretty damn good job of taking steps in that direction.

“You know, I was thinking,” she said, absently running her fingers across his chest,

“if you wanted, I could ask my dad if he’d be interested in investing in your boating business. Kind of like a silent partner. That way, you wouldn’t have to wait to buy your boat.”

Scott was truly touched by the offer. “That’s very sweet, honey, but…I’ll have to decline. I just…need to do it on my own or it won’t feel right. Know what I mean?”

She smiled concedingly. “Yeah, I had a feeling you’d say that. But I at least wanted to give you the option.”

“That reminds me, I forgot to tell you—I met your dad today after my last cruise.

My old boss was showing him the
Party Barge
when I was leaving the marina, and he called me over to introduce me as one of the crew.”

She smiled but looked sheepish. “What’d you think of him?”

He shrugged, gave a small grin. “I thought Daddy Dearest actually seemed like an all-right guy. A little stuffy maybe, a little bit in his own world—but otherwise okay.”

To his surprise, she laughed. “That’s a good description. At heart, he’s a good man who tries to do right. But he thinks
his
way is the
only
way most of the time, so he has a tendency to need control over everything and everyone around him.”

“Like you,” he said.

“But not anymore. It won’t be easy, but I’m determined to break him of his bad habits—at least the ones that concern
me
.”

“Well, good for you. I like seeing you stand up for yourself.”

It surprised him when she bit her lip, looking a little sad. But a moment later, when she next spoke, he understood. “Over dinner tonight,” she said, “my dad mentioned we’re leaving Key West soon. Tuesday, to be exact.”

This was Sunday night. Shit.

Scott let out a lengthy breath, trying like hell not to let his response show. Since he felt as if he’d been punched in the gut. He hadn’t seen that coming. He knew he liked her—a lot—but still. And the fact that she looked pretty bummed out herself didn’t help matters.

Trying to stay cool, he simply stroked her upper arm with caressing fingertips and said, “I’m gonna miss you, rich girl.”

She tried to smile, but was clearly having a hard time. “I’m going to miss you too.”

He decided it was a good time to tease her, to lighten the mood. “You’re gonna miss my big cock.”

She let out a laugh. “That too, definitely.” Yet just as quickly, she got serious again.

“But I’ll miss
all
of you. You’ve…been amazing in every way.”

Scott drew in his breath. He did
not
want to get emotional here—he didn’t
do
emotional. So he steeled himself and tried not to feel it so much as he said, “You too, honey. I’m…really sorry you…won’t be in my life.” He didn’t do emotional, but every word he’d just said was true. “I need to kiss you,” he added, then lifted his hand to her cheek and drew her mouth down to his.

Damn, she felt good in his arms—he didn’t want to let her go. But he tried to focus on the present, as he usually did with women—tried to just enjoy what he had in this moment. A soft, naked body. An eager, willing lover. A truly sweet girl who could turn delightfully dirty in a heartbeat. Before he knew it, his cock was perking back to life again—and she must have sensed it since her hand drifted under the sheets, soon closing around it and making him moan.

“Maybe you could, uh, do that thing you did the other night,” he playfully suggested.

“You’ll have to be more specific, pirate boy,” she teased.

“That thing with the sheet. Wrapping it around my dick. It felt fucking awesome.”

She looked pleased to have provided him with some new sensation as well, then said, “It would be my pleasure.”

After which she took up a handful of the pink satin and captured his erection inside it, beginning to stroke.

And shit—God, that was hot. He couldn’t contain a guttural moan. “That’s nice, baby.”

“Mmm, good,” she told him.

“Who knew I could get excited about satin sheets?” he murmured amidst the continuing pleasure. He grew stiffer and stiffer in her satin-lined fist.

“See—even a rich girl is good for something,” she said on a laugh.

After which he pulled her down for another hot tongue kiss. “You’re good for
lots
of things, baby.”

Just then, the door to her room burst open and Charles Albright stormed in.
“What
the hell is this?”

Oh fuck. His worst nightmare. Probably hers too. But Scott had no fucking idea what to do, what to say.
It’s not like it looks? I can explain?
None of those worked here. So he and Payton both just stared for a moment—although she did drop his cock and yank the pink sheet up over them both. Still, Scott couldn’t help being aware of how damn bad this looked—lingerie, kinky shoes, and a wide variety of sex toys littered the room.

“Dad, don’t get excited,” she finally said. “I’m an adult, remember—just like we discussed today.”

“Well, at least now I know what that was all about! You’re not the girl I thought, are you, Payton? Not the girl I raised. Is this how you take care of yourself? Hopping in to bed with the first guy you see? Acting like a goddamn slut?”

She gasped, and Scott reacted. “Wait just a minute here!” But he didn’t feel too powerful beneath a pink satin sheet.

That was the first time Albright’s eyes really focused on him, and he appeared even angrier. “I know
you
! I met you just today! And now you have the nerve to come on my yacht and screw my daughter! Who the hell do you think you are?”

Okay, Scott no longer cared about the damn sheet, or his nakedness—he stood up, ready to meet Charles Albright head-on. “I’m a guy who apparently thinks a whole lot more of your daughter than you do, you archaic son of a bitch.”

“Well, you’re also a guy without a job, because you’re fired! I was told you were a decent young man and that you work on several of my new boats—but not anymore.

I’ll see to that with a phone call first thing in the morning. It’ll be a cold day in hell before you find another job on this island—I’ll see to that too. Now get the hell off my yacht before I throw you overboard!” Then Albright looked to Payton, who still cowered beneath the sheet. “And
you
. Do something to make yourself decent! I don’t even know who you
are
right now, but you’re not my Payton. You shame me.”

Scott felt as if he’d had the wind knocked out of him. He hated the way Payton’s father talked to her, but at the same time, it was settling in his brain that the worst had happened—he’d lost his job. On the
Party Barge
, and the schooner, and the other boats he sometimes pulled shifts on. He’d still have his income from Chris’ snorkeling operation, but that would cover the rent and not much more. It was a serious blow and he was stuck trying to wrap his brain around it.