“Well, what else could you want to be involved in?” he snapped, clearly offended.
Crap. Just keep going. You’re a grown-up, remember. “As I just said, I don’t know yet—
I’m thinking about it. But when I figure it out, I’ll let you know, and I hope I’ll have your support.”
Across from her, her father simply let out a sigh. He looked dumbstruck and a little defeated—but acceptant. “Certainly I’ll always support your choices, Payton. So long as they’re reasonable ones,” he added, pointing his finger at her.
She could only laugh. This was going to be a long road with her dad, obviously. But at least it was a start. “Don’t worry, Dad. All I want is to do what you did. Make something of myself—doing something I enjoy.”
As she’d suspected, that he couldn’t argue with. He’d built his empire from nothing, with humble middle-class beginnings, and he’d always appreciated and admired hard work and ambition.
“Your dinner.”
Payton looked up with a start to find Daniel lowering plates before her and her father. She met his gaze, remembering exactly how it had felt to have him pounding into her hungry pussy last night, and when her father wasn’t looking, he flashed a secret wink. Causing still more pulsing in her panties.
“Will there be anything else?” he asked.
“No, Daniel—thanks,” her father replied. And as Daniel departed and Payton focused on her food, cutting into fried grouper with some kind of tropical fruit sauce ladled over it, her dad said, “You’re turning red again, Payton.”
* * * * *
That night, Payton sat atop her leopard-print bedspread in a tight, black, breast-plumping bustier, a tiny matching thong, and black, high-heeled stripper shoes—all of which she’d bought on a walk into town today after her snorkeling excursion. For the first time in her life, she’d ventured into a sex shop, feeling at once naughty, daring, and triumphant. Her talk with her dad at dinner had only added to the feeling of victory.
Scott had had another job to work this evening—a sunset cruise on a small schooner—so they’d made a date for him to meet her at her room at ten. Which a glance to the clock on her bedside table revealed was…now. Growing impatient, she took a sip of the wine she’d poured herself, then stroked one finger languorously up through her pussy, over the thong. She sucked in her breath at the sensation it delivered. Where are you, pirate boy? I need you bad.
Of course, he’d again asked her to come to his place—but she’d refused. She didn’t really think he was an axe murderer or a danger to her in any way, so maybe her inflexibility had become something wholly selfish now—maybe she liked how forbidden it felt to sneak a guy into her room. She knew it was self-indulgent, but given how little freedom she’d had up to now, she thought she deserved a little self-indulgence.
Just then, a small knock came on her door. Setting the wine aside, she stretched out across the bed to show her body to best advantage, then said, “Come in.”
Scott wore a simple white button-down and jeans—but looked utterly delicious.
Clearly, he’d gone home to clean up after the cruise, leaving his hair damp and rumpled, but his face remained unshaven, which suited her fine. She liked running her fingers across the hard stubble on his jaw.
She also liked the look in his eyes as they feasted on her. “Jesus, honey—hot.”
She smiled, then flirtatiously ran her tongue across her upper lip.
Then his gaze dropped to her feet. “How did you know kinky shoes get me hard?”
“Lucky guess,” she said. “You didn’t let me take my shoes off the other night, so I assumed a shoe fetish. And I figured the kinkier they were the more you’d probably like them.”
“Damn straight,” he said, then grinned. “You’ve got me figured out, babe.”
As he closed the door behind him and approached the side of the bed, she noticed he carried a small shopping bag. “What’s in the bag?”
His smile grew even more lascivious. “I bought you some presents.”
“And it isn’t even my birthday,” she said teasingly. “What did you get me?”
In reply, Scott turned the bag upside down and dumped a variety of sex toys on the bed in a pile. And Payton sucked in her breath. She wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting, but not that. And what an array. All were similar in terms of being cylindrical—yet they came in different shapes, sizes and colors. Among them she spied a simple shiny gold vibrator, a hot pink cock-shaped toy of rubber, and a clear column that appeared to be made of…clear glass? She’d seen such things at the sex store today, but hadn’t gravitated toward them—yet now, as was her wont lately, warmth filled her cheeks as she studied them.
“I’m guessing you’ve never played with toys before,” Scott said with an understanding smile.
“Not since I outgrew dolls,” she admitted.
“Well then—it’s about time you discovered toys for big girls.”
His words added to the anxious pulse of her pussy, but she was a little confused.
“Um, at the risk of sounding stupid, what do I need those for if I have you? I mean, essentially, they’re…fake penises, right? And I like yours just fine. More than fine. I’ve been thinking about it all day, in fact.”
He sat down on the bed, facing her. “Did you know I was hard on the boat today?”
Payton shook her head and smiled. “I missed a perfectly good hard-on? Damn.”
He cast another wolfish grin. “It was that bikini, honey. Fucking hot. It was all I could do not to rip it off your pretty body. And I was afraid my dick was showing through my trunks and that all the moms and kids would start freaking out.”
She giggled softly. “Frankly, I don’t know how you hide that thing when it’s hard.
It’s so big,” she said, practically purring. “And speaking of that—you didn’t answer my question. Why do I need those cocks when I have yours?”
Scott curled a hand tenderly around her ankle, below her bent knee, and began a gentle caress. “Maybe they’re for when you don’t have me. After you leave. Maybe I don’t ever want you to be left without pleasure again.” Then he bent forward, lowering a kiss to the front of her calf, which trickled all the way to her panties. “And maybe it’ll give me some dirty dreams to imagine you using them on yourself, thinking about me.”
Payton bit her lip. She never could have imagined such a thing, but somehow Scott had just turned a collection of vibrators and dildos into the sweetest, most thoughtful of gifts. She had no idea if she’d enjoy them or really use them, but the thought behind them touched her. “Thank you,” she whispered, reaching out to grab his free hand.
Then she glanced back down at the pile of toys, back to feeling a little sheepish about her lack of experience with them. “Although…why do I need so many?”
Her lover smiled playfully. “Because variety’s the spice of life.” Then he looked down at them too. “Which one would you like to start with right now?”
Payton blinked several times, then raised her eyebrows. “Now? Um, I’m still here, remember. And so are you.” With that, she released his hand and leaned forward to press her hand to his crotch, where behind the denim she found the hardest, most arousing pillar of flesh she could imagine. “I want this.”
“And you’ll have it, rich girl. But as you learned last night, girls sometimes like to play with more than one cock.”
She blinked again, yet began to see his point. And to feel it too. “Oh.”
“Now pick one.”
Wow—Payton had no idea how to make such a selection. But somehow, it seemed safest to choose one that was shaped exactly like a penis—since she at least knew how a cock felt inside her. And there were a few of those in the pile—different colors, sizes— so she pointed directly at the pink one she’d noticed before, simply because it seemed a nice medium size and the color caught her eye.
“All right,” Scott said, taking it in hand and shoving the rest aside.
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sp; “Should I take my panties off?”
His expression, somewhere between giving and hungry, turned her on even more.
“You just let me worry about that. All you need to do is lie back and relax, let me make you feel good.”
Well, she couldn’t argue with a suggestion like that. So she did what he said—lay back to rest her head on the plumped pillows covered in pink satin, above the furry leopard cover.
Scott leaned over her then, lifting one palm to the side of her neck as he began to kiss her. Mmm, she loved his kisses—they ran all through her. She immediately reached for the buttons on his shirt, needing him out of it. And at the same time he grazed the rubbery toy cock down between her upthrust breasts—which made her sigh in both shock and pleasure.
“You liked my cock between your tits last night, didn’t you?” he accused in a lusty whisper at her ear.
“Mmm, yes.” It had been one more surprising element of sex that had made her feel dirty and hot.
In response, he jiggled the pink vibrator between the two mounds of flesh, making them tingle all the more. God, this was kind of kinky—a lot more than her fuck-me shoes. But she kind of liked it too. She’d thought she’d already pushed the boundaries of getting kinky with Scott, but she was just beginning to realize there was probably a whole world of kink out there that she didn’t even know about.
After easing his shirt off his shoulders, Payton reached between them to undo his jeans. Mmm, God, yes—a huge bulge still rose behind her touch. As she worked, Scott lowered the black lace cup that had just barely covered her nipple. He bent to sensually lick the needy peak, making her moan—then he ran the cock-shaped toy over it, back and forth, teasing it and making her a little crazy.
Next, still rubbing her bared tit with the vibrator, he lowered a kiss to the ridge of her other breast, then used his teeth to peel that lacy cup away. She hissed in her breath—he was so damn hot, to watch, to feel. He began to suck on her nipple, drawing it deep—God, yes—as he continued the vibrator play. And then—oh, he twisted the end, turning it on!
She hadn’t even thought about that—that vibrators, logically, vibrated. A low buzzing noise filled the air and though the movement didn’t make that much of a difference on her breast, it increased the stimulation a little, and she could only imagine the impact it might have elsewhere. As he continued to kiss and caress her with mouth, hand, and toy, she pushed at his jeans and boxer briefs, wanting them down. And when finally his majestic cock came into view, she couldn’t resist seizing it in a tightly wrapped fist.
“Aw, baby,” he groaned at the touch.
“I told you I wanted it,” she said in playful challenge.
“But don’t you want it all? Everything I can give you?”
“Yes,” she whispered without hesitation.
Soon, Scott eased the vibrator down over the boned lace that spanned her stomach, moving it playfully around—until he eased it south, over her belly and between her legs. She gasped at the instant pleasure, not having expected it to feel that good. It made her caress his hard shaft more passionately.
And then he drew the vibrator away and turned it off—and she flinched in shock.
“Relax, rich girl,” he told her, easing his way farther down her body. And as he shed his shirt, then worked to push his jeans the rest of the way off, he again put his mouth to creative use, bending down, hooking his teeth over the top edge of her thong, then dragging it slowly downward.
She loved meeting his gaze over her freshly revealed pussy, the inner pink flesh swelling from her slit. As usual, she was soaked for him and her protruding clit glistened.
When he let the lace go from his teeth, he smoothly lifted her legs, balancing both ankles in one hand, and used the other to slide her thong to her knees, ankles, and off.
After which he lifted one of her legs over his head, ducking beneath it, to put him in between. As her thighs parted, she knew her cunt was opening of its own accord for him, and oh, it was hungry for more attention.
Instead, though, he focused on one foot, which he still held in his hand after lowering the other to the bed. Which was when she realized—he really did have a shoe fetish. Balancing the sexy shoe in both hands, he lowered a tiny kiss to the top of her foot, then another, higher up. Then he kissed his way up the side of her calf, lingering at her knee. She felt every touch of his lips in her aching cunt and her soft sighs of longing and pleasure filled the air.
It was then that he lowered her leg to the bed and reached for the pink vibrator again. Leaving it still and quiet, he held it to the soft flesh between her legs and she sucked in her breath. Then he eased it smoothly inside her.
“Ohhhh,” she moaned without quite meaning to. The slick entry had felt surprisingly good.
“See, rich girl,” he teased her. “Fake isn’t so bad.” And then he began to slide the toy in and out, in and out, soon going deeper, deeper, pushing it in all the way.
“Not the way you operate it, no,” she admitted as her body responded, beginning to writhe against the thrusts.
“You want to know the really nice thing about having both me and a toy at once?” he asked.
With her breath coming in thready gasps, she nodded.
“I can do this.” Then he bent down and lowered a kiss to her clit while he continued fucking her with toy.
“Oh—oh God!” That was nice. And she hadn’t even thought about it. But as she’d learned just last night, getting licked and fucked at once provided an intense and very thorough form of pleasure.
Her breath grew still more labored as the skills of his tongue combined with the hot, deep drives of the vibrator. And then he turned it on.
“Mmm…God,” she heard herself rasp, rising to meet his ministrations as the pleasure grew and grew. And yet, somehow, she found herself still wanting more. “Can I suck your cock, baby?”
A low, dark chuckle tickled her pussy before he lifted his head. “Absolutely, honey.” So she turned on her side as he angled his body around, allowing her to reach his erection.
The moment she took him into her mouth, it was like last night—she ceased thinking and functioned only as a pleasure-seeking being. Nothing mattered but her pussy and his cock. She swallowed as deeply as she could, sucking him wildly, yearning to swallow more and more of him, taking him into her in every conceivable way. Below, he fucked her deep with the humming fake phallus and licked hard at her distended clit.
Also like last night, at moments, she released his cock from her lips and nestled his length between her breasts. He moaned and fucked her that way, sucking at her hot little nub now. But she couldn’t stand having him away from her mouth for long—keeping his hard shaft in the valley of her tits, she bent to lick at the head, then run her tongue around it. As he thrust, she let the tip enter her mouth for gentle sucking.
Both their moans filled the air and she thanked God that apparently the walls of the yacht were thicker than she’d thought. Or maybe Daniel was somehow covering for her. Either way, she couldn’t hold in the noises of pleasure—her body had taken over and controlled her every action and reaction now.
Finally, she took him back in her mouth deep, loving the smooth slide of his thick erection in and out, in and out. And below—oh God, oh fuck—it felt as if he were somehow sucking and licking her clit at the same time. She fucked his face, hard—she couldn’t help it. He fucked her mouth too.
And then—oh! Oh God! The climax went screaming through her body like a violent storm at sea, jolting her, making her thrash about as she sobbed her powerful release around his cock.
Scott never stopped his short but firm plunges between her lips the whole time, and now they went deeper, deeper, and she loved it and sucked him as hard as she could, until he rasped, “Fuck, fuck, I can’t stop, baby,” and then his come shot into her throat, shocking her—but she swallowed, swallowed, as another warm burst came, and then a third. And her pussy flooded anew just from knowing he’d exploded that way, and she wante
d more then, sucking him hungrily dry, one fist around the base of his shaft, tasting the strange salty sweetness of his semen and feeling, as always with Scott, like a dirty, dirty girl.
When finally it was over, she was still sucking at the head of his penis, and he was gazing down at her—looking a little freaked out, she realized. “Was that okay, baby?
Because I didn’t exactly mean for that to happen—it just did.”
Finally freeing him from her lips, she licked them. She was overwhelmed by the strange force of having him ejaculate in her mouth—but in a good way. “Oh yes,” she promised him. “I want more.”
Slowly panting his exhaustion, Scott gave her a grin. “That’s another good thing about toys,” he said. “They don’t have to recover afterward—they stay hard for as long as you want to play with them.”
And with that, he tossed the pink vibrator aside and picked up something new from the scattered collection beside them. Was it… oh my, it was the glass-looking one.
She sucked in her breath at the sight of it in his hand. It was far bigger than the other one.
Scott moved back down on the bed, directly between her spread thighs again. “This one,” he said, “will feel different. You’ll want to be more careful using it on yourself.”
Payton said nothing in reply, only rose up on her elbows to watch, slack-jawed, as he pressed the tip of it at her opening. “It’s…harder,” she responded then, a little frightened of it.
Meeting her gaze briefly, he nodded. “The glass won’t yield against your flesh—at all. Make a wrong move and it could hurt.”
She swallowed nervously. “What if you make a wrong move?”
“I won’t,” he said. Full confidence. Then he began to insert it.
Oh Lord, it was a lot harder, fuller—she could tell that right away. She had to shut her eyes as he pressed it inward. It was perhaps the one thing she’d ever had inside her that made her feel even fuller than Scott’s cock did.
“Is it okay so far?” he asked.
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