Scott's Satin Sheets

by Lacey Alexander

  “My place,” he said, pointing upward toward the little sundeck outside the front second-story window of the classic white clapboard Key West house. “Let’s go inside where I can get you undressed.”

  With that, he drew close to her, leaning in to kiss her neck, and he knew he wasn’t the only one ready for some action—so it caught him off guard when she drew back.

  “No, let’s go to the yacht.”

  Scott let out a quiet breath—and was completely honest with her. “The yacht makes me a little nervous, honey. Your dad could walk in and I need my job, remember?”

  “I told you—he and Mom are in a hotel while we’re here. In fact, it’s amazing that they even let me stay without them on the boat, so I want to take advantage of having the place to myself.”

  But Scott wasn’t convinced. “You might have the place to yourself, but I know you’re not exactly alone out there. Somebody on the staff could see me and tell.”

  “That a guy they don’t know was on the boat with me. That would get me in trouble, not you. And besides—I might be wild at heart, but I’m more comfortable in my own surroundings, so…afraid it’s the boat or nothing, pirate boy. I like you a lot,” she said, peering up at him, leaning into him, “but you could still be an axe murderer.”

  He let out a laugh. “Any guy who would rather murder you than fuck you is crazy.”

  “Axe murderers usually are,” she said.

  “Good point,” he conceded.

  “Scott, I’ll do anything you want—but it has to be on the yacht.” She was rubbing those gorgeous tits against his chest now, making his scalp—and lots of other parts of him—tingle and pulse with need. Then she added, “Besides, you looked good in satin—

  I want to lay you back down on those sheets and do every nasty thing to you I can think of.”

  Shit. His cock throbbed so violently now that it almost hurt. What the hell could he do?

  “All right, rich girl, you win. But you better hope we don’t get caught.”

  * * * * *

  Payton led Scott by the hand through the dark, crossing the yacht’s lower deck toward her cabin. It was late—after one—so she was sure the staff would all be fast asleep. Which is why it surprised her so much when she suddenly bumped into a man’s body. She gasped, and Scott immediately pulled her back toward him.

  Then she realized who it was. “Daniel.”

  “Sorry, Miss Albright. I didn’t mean to startle you—I expected to be the only one about at this hour.”

  Then his gaze fell on Scott in the darkness behind her and she knew he’d be worried. “Scott, this is Daniel. Daniel, Scott.”

  “We’ve met,” Scott said.

  Then she turned to Scott more fully. “Don’t worry—Daniel’s cool. He won’t tell anyone I had…company tonight.”

  Daniel quickly backed her up. “Oh, certainly not,” he assured them both, then looked at her companion. “Miss Albright’s secrets are safe with me.” After which he gave her a wink, reminding her that he had secrets too—and the memory of seeing him with the brunette in the closet last night made her skin tingle hotly, especially given that she was already excited.

  “It is late,” she ventured, curious. “Any chance you’re returning from seeing your waitress friend?”

  Daniel flashed a debonair yet amused smile. “Turns out, my dear Miss Albright, that the lovely little girl has a very large boyfriend.”

  Another small gasp left her. “He didn’t find out, did he?”

  Oh hell—she’d just spilled the beans. That she’d seen him fucking the waitress.

  Only…he didn’t look as surprised as she thought he should, simply asking, “About what?”

  Payton swallowed, then tried to cover her tracks. “About…you know. That you…were interested in her.”

  Daniel tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, looking amused—and she knew she was caught.

  “You knew I was there, didn’t you?”

  “Afraid so,” he admitted—but their gazes met and held. Oh my. A strange, fresh heat stretched like a ribbon through her body along with the weird new awareness between them—he knew she’d wanted to watch. She’d seen him in the most intimate of acts. And apparently he’d…well, he’d liked it well enough not to put a stop to it.

  Suddenly, Scott chimed in. “Uh, what am I missing?”

  A fair enough question, and despite her embarrassment, honesty seemed the easiest course. “I, um, came upon Daniel and one of the waitresses at the party last night when they were, um…”

  “Fucking,” Daniel supplied easily, surprising her. His frankness—and the pure sexual vibes that permeated the word—made her heart beat harder.

  “Well, I’m sorry about the boyfriend,” she told him.

  Daniel merely shrugged. “So am I, but I still had a very pleasant liaison, so all’s well.”

  Payton met Daniel’s gaze again and this time something in the connection of their eyes made her chest sizzle. Until just over twenty-four hours ago, she’d never thought of Daniel in a sexual way, but now that she did, she realized he was…well, hot. With a lean, attractive body. And though she’d never actually thought about his age, it suddenly hit her that he couldn’t be much older than her. Thirty, maybe. Thirty-two at most.

  “Well then,” Daniel finally said, “good night, and have a very pleasant evening, Miss Albright.” And with another wink that left her all the more confused about her current feelings, he crossed the deck and headed toward the staff’s quarters.

  Payton actually felt a little dizzy after the encounter. Or maybe it was those Sunset Blasts still knocking her for a loop. She fell softly against Scott and said, “I think I need to sit down.”

  “Uh-oh,” he said, then drew her to the nearest lounge chair, which happened to be the one where he’d so skillfully eaten her pussy last night. “Too much rum?”

  She shook her head, beginning to come back to herself, feel more normal. “I thought so at first, but I’m better now. Maybe I’m just…a little freaked out.”

  Scott sat down beside her on the foot of the lounge. “About?”

  Sex. Everything about it. But how could she tell him that? How much sense did it make after last night? And she still wanted madly to be with him, wanted to be just as wild as last night, yet… “How many girls have you fucked?” she asked him bluntly.

  He gave his head a frank tilt. “I don’t know. This is Key West.”

  She got his point. It was a lot. So she decided to try more honesty—mainly because she couldn’t come up with any other explanation for her behavior. “I guess the more I’ve talked to you tonight, the more I’ve admitted to you, that now I feel…positively virginal, like a lightweight.”

  “Just because I’ve fucked a lot of girls and you haven’t fucked all that many guys?

  Trust me, honey, if anything, that’s a turn-on. I love the idea of helping you…you know, explore your wild side.”

  She bit her lip. “Really? Because…I guess I was starting to worry that after everything I told you earlier I must seem a lot more boring than I did last night.”

  Scott widened his eyes, his jaw dropping in disbelief. “You—boring? Not possible, baby.”

  She leaned her head back, peered up at the stars, and quit thinking so much about what she wanted to say and let out more honesty—her wildest wishes. “I wish I could do things as crazy and exciting and wild as you’ve done.”

  “You got a pretty damn good start on it last night, rich girl,” he said, and when she drew her gaze back down, he flashed a small, sexy smile that resumed the tingling in her panties.

  “Thanks,” she said softly, still yearning for him—yet feeling oddly torn. “I suppose I just have this longing to be…more like other people. But we’ve always moved around so much that I always feel like I’m on the outside looking in. And so I’ve found you here and we’re having fun together, but in a few days or a week, we’ll be off again, and…I’ll want more. More sex. More naughtiness. And
sure, I suppose I could walk into any island bar and say, ‘Anyone want to fuck?’ or ‘Any two guys want to have a three-way with me?’ but I like to think that sex should at least be…more organic than that. You know? I mean, if I’m gonna fuck one or more people’s brains out, I want them to be people who really excite me, who really make me crazy—and that’s not always so easy to find.”

  Although it was dark, she thought she saw true understanding in his eyes. “I see your point. Especially…being a girl.” He grinned. “I know girls are a little pickier about who they have sex with, and that’s cool—I get it. And I feel all the more honored you chose me.” With that, he lifted a hand to her cheek and leaned in to kiss her. As his tongue twined around hers, she melted into it, into him, pressing into his body.

  As he laid her back across the length of the chair, easing down beside her, he kissed her again, deeply, then ran his fingertip down the edge of her halter top, across the ridge of one breast. “So,” he whispered, “being with two guys, that’s your secret rich-girl’s fantasy?”

  Oh God, she’d said that, hadn’t she? Proof that part of her behavior was alcohol induced. Being a little drunk last night had probably helped release her inhibitions.

  Being more than a little drunk tonight had her waffling between lust and too much honesty. But it was out there now, and if she wasn’t mistaken, Scott seemed aroused by the notion—certainly, his cock felt hard enough against her thigh. So she smiled up at him, and with more lusty truth said, “The idea definitely holds appeal.”

  “Tell me more,” he urged, his voice deeper now. He slid his index finger inside her halter top, running it flatly down her breast until it crossed over her nipple, making her flinch in pleasure.

  Still more honesty. “Sometimes when I see two hot guys hanging out together, I begin to imagine what it would be like…you know, to be between them, both of them touching me, and kissing me.”

  He looked enraptured by her words, exciting her even more. “It’s a shame Chris is married now, or I’d introduce you two. You’d like him—he’d be a perfect guy to help me fulfill your fantasy.”

  “Have you done it before?” she asked, biting her lips. “Had three-ways?”

  He gave a short nod. “Three-ways, four-ways, more-ways—you name it.”

  She sucked in her breath. “Okay, I’m back to feeling virginal again.”

  But Scott simply shook his head. “Don’t. That’s silly. Last night you were about as far from virginal as a girl could be—and I mean that in a good way.”

  “I…kind of wish your friend wasn’t married too,” she admitted. “Since it’s hard to imagine meeting another guy I’d feel comfortable suggesting this to—given that I usually have a week or two, tops, in any given port.”

  “Well, I’d love being the guy in your life who helped you experience that,” he said, then leaned down, pushing the fabric of her top aside and lowering a scintillating kiss to her sensitive nipple. A soft moan left her as she arched her chest instinctively upward. God, she’d been foolish to keep blathering on about her up-to-now unfulfilling sex life when she could have been getting down to business with him.

  And yet—as he sucked the peak of her breast deeply into his mouth, causing a hot sigh to escape her—she decided maybe her blathering had been meant to be. Because she felt all the more close to him now. After all, she’d just told him her darkest secret, her dirtiest desire. And even if he was the sex king of Key West, she sensed him really understanding her, and it made the connection between them—brief though it would be—count for more in her heart.

  Just then, she heard the slightest of movements to her left and looked up to see that Daniel had returned.

  Oh! Oh God.

  She moved to cover her bared breast as Scott looked up, and she spotted the slightly startled—also more-than-slightly aroused—expression on Daniel’s handsome face.

  “I’m sorry—forgive me,” he said, sounding a bit breathless. “I only…wanted to see if you needed anything before I went to bed.”

  Payton felt as if she suddenly hovered on a strange precipice. She should just say no and good night. Maybe she should even act offended—after all, he’d clearly just stood there staring while Scott sucked her nipple. And yet…she’d done the same and worse by watching Daniel with the waitress. And she was still turned-on by the visions it had left in her head. So instead she said, a bit breathless herself, “Did you hear what we were just talking about?”

  Daniel hesitated, looking uncertain.

  She caught her breath, and suddenly felt more in control of the situation, more…decisive. “It’s okay,” she told him. “I watched you have sex last night, so it’s okay.”

  She waited as Daniel let out a sigh. “Then…yes. I didn’t mean to, but I heard.” Then he blinked, his jaw going a bit slack, his eyes glazed with excitement…and perhaps temptation. “And…if there’s any way I can be of service to you, Miss Albright, I’d truly be happy to.”

  Payton’s heartbeat kicked up and her pussy surged with fresh moisture.

  In one way, she felt as if she’d stepped into some surreal alternate universe. Because things like this didn’t happen to her. In fact, nothing that had happened the last two days seemed real at all. It felt like a fantasy.

  And yet…even though she knew it wasn’t a fantasy—and was startlingly real—she also felt…suddenly, shockingly sure.

  Of what she wanted.

  Right now.

  With Scott.

  And with Daniel.

  Biting her lip, she looked back and forth between the two men, both of them brimming with sensuality, then she sat up and said, “Daniel, please start calling me Payton. I think we know each other well enough for that…and that we’re about to know each other even better.”

  Chapter Five

  Payton could scarcely believe what she’d put in motion. And yet, there she was, leading Scott and Daniel into her spacious cabin. You can stop this right now if you want to—and it’s probably your last chance. Yet as she flipped on the light, and as it brought the situation clearly into focus—she didn’t want to stop. She twisted the dimmer switch slightly—turning the air more dusky than bright—but that was her only concession to any lingering doubts.

  She caught sight of the three of them in her dresser mirror, Daniel standing on one side of her, Scott on the other. It was awkward for a moment—a “what now?” vibe hung in the air. But then she met Daniel’s gaze, and he must have sensed that she suddenly felt a little lost on what to do, for that’s when he lifted his hand and gently grazed his knuckles across her cheek. Then, cupping her jaw, he slowly ran his thumb across her lips.

  The simple touch—along with all it implied—made her shiver, and she said to him,

  “Is…this too weird? Because we’ll see each other every day after this.”

  With eyes half shut in passion, he said, “I’ll view it as a lovely secret. And if it ever bothers you, then tell me, and I’ll look for another job.”

  She shook her head lightly. “I would never ask you to do that.”

  “But you could,” he assured her. “For tonight, though—promise me, no worries.”

  Payton looked back and forth between Daniel and Scott, her pussy aching after what felt like hours of anticipation, her breasts feeling oh so needy, and said, “All right.

  No worries.”

  And then she let it all go—just like she had with Scott last night. She let it all go and did what her body urged her to do; she let out that aggressive, dirty girl inside her, once and for all.

  Pressing her hands to Daniel’s chest through the white shirt he wore, she kissed him gently on the lips—just once, to get started, get it out of the way. And as his hands closed on her upper arms, she felt Scott’s palms settle on her hips. Oh—oh my. Two men touching her at once. That alone set off fireworks inside her, and she said what she was thinking. “My panties are drenched.”

  Those simple words changed things; quick as that, her two men
were driven to be more aggressive too. As Scott’s hands rose to caress her breasts from behind, Daniel kissed her—more deeply now, his mouth commanding and sensual on hers. And Payton was suddenly lost in a whole new way—lost to all the sensation surrounding her.

  Scott’s hard cock pressed into the valley of her ass as he kneaded her tits and lowered hot kisses and tiny nibbles to one shoulder. And that’s when Daniel stepped closer in front, letting her feel his erection too—stiff against her slit. He kissed her still more, and she kept one hand pressed at his chest while she reached around with the other to massage Scott’s ass.

  She sighed and moaned, thinking— Oh God, I could come just from this, just from these two beautifully hard phalluses rubbing against me. And she found herself moving almost involuntarily, grinding against them, the pleasure nearly consuming coming from both front and back.

  It was when Daniel’s kisses descended over her jaw down onto her neck that Scott boldly pulled at the swaths of fabric covering her breasts, tugging them both outward until they were bared. She sucked in her breath, loving the sensation of being undressed a little, revealed, for the pleasure of both men. As Daniel’s kisses edged briskly downward onto one hotly beaded nipple, her head dropped back and she gasped in delight—the sensation rushing all through her, straight to her cunt. Then Scott’s arms closed fully around her waist as he began to thrust at her ass. Mmm, God, yes, yes.

  She turned her head to look at him amid her pleasure, and when their eyes met hungrily, she needed to kiss him. The hand on his ass she now lifted over her shoulder to touch his stubbled face, pull his mouth down to hers. And they traded ravenous tongue kisses as Daniel explored her breasts with his hands and mouth.

  On instinct, she turned in their arms, facing Scott now. And Daniel reached up to undo the tie behind her neck, letting her top fall. As he worked at the bottom tie at her waist as well, she pushed Scott’s t-shirt up over his chest until he ripped it off over his head.

  She couldn’t resist kissing his broad, muscular chest for a hot, eager moment, working at his belt at the same time. Then she turned back to Daniel, wanting his clothes off now too. She began to undo the buttons of his white butler’s shirt—he usually wore a vest as well, but that was already gone. He helped the process along by undoing his pants.