Sarasota Sin (17 page)

Dylan gloved up, carefully working the condom over his thick, pierced length.  Avery moved and Dylan clamped his hands on Payton’s fleshy thighs, dying to sink his teeth in them again, and positioned the thick head of his shaft right up against her gorgeous pussy.  He knew she must be sore from losing her virginity, so he was going to take it easy on her.  “Look at me, Payton.”

       She pushed those auburn curls from her green eyes dazed from Avery’s orgasm. Avery moved next to her, laving her throat and trailing his mouth over her nipple.

       Dylan started rocking against her, taking it half an inch at a time, breaching and retreating. Each roll of his hips brought him closer to the top, and when his piercings strummed over each precious ridge inside her heat, his body released a shudder right along with hers. “Get me some lube, A.”

       Avery worked the cool gel between his warm fingers, kissing Payton hungrily before he dropped a hand between her legs and coated her inner lips again.

       Dylan pressed forward, delving a good three inches with his newly lubricated cock. “She’s fisting me, Avery.” He clenched his teeth to keep from coming, and then dropped his eyes where they were joined, mesmerized by her pink flesh straining around his width.  “She’s got this.” He pressed in one hot stroke, slowly but thoroughly, filling her completely.  Dylan bit the inside of his jaw, trying to think of something, anything so he could get his shit together without blowing so quickly.  “Oh, yeah.”

       “Dylan, Avery!” she cried out, fisting the sheets in her hands, her channel rippling over his cock until he felt that telltale zing hit his balls.

       “Avery, stop playing with her I’m going to come.”  And he hated saying that because Avery couldn’t fuck her. Well, he wouldn’t fuck her, not with his issues hindering him. “Just watch, A, give us a minute to take this in.”

       Avery stroked her forehead with his fingers, crooning in her ear the way women like.  Dylan took a deep breath and moved down her vagina in one slow retreat. Her knees shot up and she didn’t know what to do with them, so he thrust his forearms beneath them and took her weight. “Relax, let them go.” She did and he loved supporting her this way.  He pulled them in front of his face, straight in the air, and moved back in her pussy a little bit faster.  He had his sea legs, could deal with the incredible tightness of Payton’s sheath so long as he didn’t have to hang in there for his usual fucking time. 

       “She’s loosening up,” Avery noticed, while trailing a fingertip over her instep.

       Dylan had to lick her pretty toes as he plunged faster and faster, her slick walls coating him in her cream.  He and Avery watched his cock glide in and out, the wet smacking sounds of her sex and the thwacks of his heavy balls hitting her ass were music to his ears.

       “I’m going to come,” Payton screamed, entirely mindless at this point. Her eyes were huge in her face, green emeralds looking back at him.

       It would be so easy to fall in love with her. And amazingly enough, Dylan was halfway there.  He wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand and glanced at Avery.  His cousin wore a look Dylan hadn’t seen in over a decade.  He opened her legs, lowered his body over Payton, careful not to give her his full body weight, and held her thrashing head still.  “Kiss me.”

       She wrapped her arms around his neck and her mouth around his tongue.  And when she screamed her ultimate pleasure, he swallowed every cry she made, only taking his mouth away so Avery could share her kiss. 

       A flood of relief shot out of his cock with a ferocity that swept all past orgasms away. “Ah, Payton.” He could feel her body reacting to her release, her muscles growing soft, her sighs going languid, her body completely spent yet contented. “Thank you, sweetheart.” He kissed her again, choking back words that would freak her out, and gently eased from her body.

       “What about, Avery?” she murmured on a sleepy yawn.

       “You’re going to be sore,” said Avery, his smile hiding his discomfort. He brushed his lips against hers, the barest of kisses. “Get some sleep for now.”

       She pulled him closer. “I don’t care if I’m sore.” 

       He gently but firmly disengaged her hands. “I do care. Are you hungry or thirsty?”

       “I feel fine.”  With hooded eyes, she shook her head no and drifted to sleep.

       Dylan went into the bathroom and removed his condom. “Show me a guy who likes these things.” He tossed it in the trash.

Avery was at the adjacent vanity, lathering up a washcloth for Payton.  “Show her your blood work or retake blood work, if that will make her satisfied enough to skip them next time.”

“Not next time, all the time,” Dylan corrected.  The more he thought about actually marrying her the better he felt. “Here, I’ll clean her up.” He reached for the cloth on his way out. “It’s my mess, after all.”

“Whatever you want,” Avery said stiffly, handing over the washcloth. “I’ll stay in here a few more minutes.” He looked down at his crotch still clad in suit pants. “And take care of myself. ”

       “You could have shown Payton and taken care of it inside her,” Dylan said emphatically.

       “When’s the last time I finished in a female, huh?  Ten fucking years ago, Dylan, stop pressuring me.”

       “It’s in your head.  Pull the tampon out and man up.” Dylan pointed at him. “On top of that, she may look like her.  And that’s where the attraction started on our side, but after being with Payton’s this very short period of time, that’s where the resemblance also ends. She’s. Not. Helen. Even God doesn’t change the past.”

       “You accuse me of resurrecting the past,” Avery hissed. “I don’t want the past! There were days upon days I simply couldn’t get out of bed, none of them was over this.” He gestured the full length of his body, and both remembered that night vividly. The flames, the screams, and the hatred they could never take back. “They were over losing a woman I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with!”

       Dylan got in his face. “And on those days you couldn’t get out of bed, I stood there, waiting for you.  I’m here now, waiting for you.” Avery grabbed Dylan around the throat, but he didn’t flinch. “Wouldn’t it be great if you were still mad at me?”

       “You don’t have all the answers.” He dropped his hand.  “The best decision I could make would be to walk away from Payton and never see her again.”

       Dylan snorted. “Well if that’s what your heart tells you to do.” His eyes flicked down and back. “Or is it your cock making all the decisions in your life?  I think so.”  Avery went stock still, but that didn’t stop Dylan from protecting Payton, his future wife whether she realized it or not.  “Here’s something you have to face.  If you want Payton for Payton and not Payton as a replacement for Helen, then try to be the man you once were.” He didn’t want to do this again, but he had to throw the threat out there and see if it stuck. “Otherwise, I will go solo for good.  I’ll miss you, but I won’t fail.” He tossed his thumb over his shoulder. “Because I’ve finally found someone I can share my life with in every way. The attraction I have for her is already too deep for words.” He didn’t care if he sounded like a pussy. “And I’m going to make her love me.” Dylan started walking away.

Avery called after him, “She’s so young, what if she leaves? You get so dark sometimes.”

Dylan stopped at the threshold, looking over his shoulder. “I practically own half the world, A. So I don’t see how this comes as a shock to you, but fear of the unknown doesn’t bring me to a screeching halt.” He refocused his gaze on Payton, her foot dangling off his bed as she snored quietly.  “Can you say the same?”  He crawled back in bed with her, wiping the blood and lubricant from between her legs lovingly.

       Avery unzipped his pants and freed his cock, forcing himself to stay out of the bedroom. He fisted the hand not attached to his cock and pressed it against his forehead, watching the small clock on the vanity.  Two long minutes passed before he regained control.  Inhale. Stroke. Exhale. Stroke.  He worked his hand harder and faster, his body slick with need.  Avery dropped his eyes to what was in his hand.  The length was there, all his working parts, too, but the flesh was almost mangled, definitely scarred and puckered. All the tattooing in the world, even the one on his cock, couldn’t transform what he saw.  And he wasn’t showing his inadequacies to Payton. 

He’d go on as he intended to go on in the first place: with honesty and her tied up in all his favorite positions, coming for his hands and mouth or whatever implement or toy he decided for their scenes.  At the thought of her spread, dangling from his favorite swing, he stroked himself almost brutally, twisting over his scars.  They transformed his cock into something far thicker than anything resembling…normal. “Because I haven’t been normal for years.” He craved a woman’s touch there, specifically Payton’s fingers, her mouth, and the heart of her very body.  “What would it feel like to have those cushiony thighs wrapped around my hips, your heels digging into my ass as I give my everything to you?”  But even if his masculinity could take that kind of hit, to expose himself to her so intimately, he was almost certain he would break her with his reformed width.

He found himself at the threshold, his body hovering at the entrance to the bedroom.  He slid his opposite hand under his balls and drew them up tight, watching her sleep.  “There you are, my Payton.”  Dylan was careful to not cover her backside, keeping her open and in clear view for Avery to see.  No matter what Dylan said, his cousin and best friend knew what Avery battled daily: The pain, the fear, and the self-loathing.

Payton stretched her arm over her head and one rosy crest dropped down her side and he dropped on his knees, grabbing his dick as it pulsated in his hand, the electric tingles growing stronger and stronger.  And when she parted those lips made for fucking and sighed in her sleep contentedly, Avery lost his seed all over the floor.   
 All alone.  

                                                     ***            

Avery watched Payton devour everything he’d ordered form room service. “I’m glad to see your appetite returned.”

       She curled her plush lip at him. “Like I said, I don’t think Hytel Plume serves real food, so dinner was a bust.”

       “You’ll get used to fine dining,” he said with a wink, scrolling through the emails on his laptop.

“Have you ever heard of ribs and potato salad?” she pointed a piece of toast at him.

“Of course.” He leaned across the table and licked the strawberry preserves remaining on the corner of her mouth. “And cherry pie.” He reached inside his favorite robe, which was covering his favorite woman, and tweaked her nipple. “I want you for dessert though.”

“Corny,” she said with a strangled laugh, when he flicked his wrist and deepened the burn.

“Doesn’t mean it’s not true.” His phone buzzed. “Morning, Evan.  Right, Payton received anonymous tickets to last night’s…ah.” He rolled his eyes at her. “Trey and his games.”  Payton looked disgusted, mouthing, ‘forty-five thousand dollars for games?’ He nodded.  “Hey, Evan, what about the champagne basket?”  He took her hand.  “No luck, huh?  Have Michael keep digging, then. All right, I’ll see you after lunch.  Good bye.”  He hit end and then another reminder hit him. He smiled an apology at Payton and called his head of security.  “Michael?  I know. Evan told me.” He listened intently, rubbing circles over her inner wrist, watching her nipples pucker beautifully in response.  “Okay, I’ll have to accept that. What about the morning you took Payton Calloway home, did you get a trace on that text you received?”  His heart went in his throat. “Level 69? You’ve got to be kidding me.  No, I haven’t a clue.  Stay on it though.” He ended the call and ran his eyes all over Payton.  She looked so innocent sitting next to him, her makeup free face freshly washed, her hair free of all those crazy styling products their past mistresses used. But Payton wouldn’t be a mistress, he happily reminded himself. “What’s that smile about?  Thinking of the many times Dylan took you during the night?”

“I want to know what Level 69 is.”

“Oh, I don’t think you do.”

“Now, I definitely want to know!” She whipped her linen napkin at him.

He took it from her and pulled her onto his lap. By the way she tensed, he knew she was self-conscious about her weight.  “Get used to this,” he said. “I don’t want you to change a thing about yourself, Payton. And your weight feels good on my legs, it feels right.” He bounced them for emphasis and dove at her throat, wanting to suck her honeysuckle skin into his mouth.

        She pushed his face away. “You are avoiding my question.”

He groaned. “It’s Julian’s sex club.”

Just as he suspected, her mouth hit the floor. “Isn’t that illegal?”

Staring at her a hard moment, he said, “It’s consenting adults, Payton, and there are strict rules to be followed.”

She squirmed on his knee and he knew she was getting wet. “Where is this club?”

“In the tower.” He smiled, remembering how he first kissed her there. “When you walk in and see the red staircase, there are elevators -”

“Dylan went there!” She said, half shocked, half outraged. “After we kissed, he had some crazy elevator key. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“He said his dick was bothering him after your kiss,” he explained when her face contorted to jealousy. “Hey, stop that. I wouldn’t have told you, if there were any reason for you to feel uncomfortable.  Quite the contrary, I’d like to take you there and avail ourselves to one of Julian’s private rooms… soon.” She had no idea how much he needed this with her, how he was itching to connect in that way. Surely it would cement their budding relationship and Dylan would stop steamrolling him.

“I don’t want to be whipped and clamped and…gees.” She literally shuddered in his arms. “I’ve already said I’m not cut out for that kind of kink.”

“I don’t want to whip you…with whips.” He stopped using those years ago. “But a spanking enhances sex and brings the partners closer.” He nibbled her chin. “Consider trying it for me?”