All Night Long

by Melissa MacNeal

  Lola reveled in the tenderness of his lips on her temple; the way he ran his tongue so lovingly around the shell of her ear as his breath tickled her damp skin. Had somebody told her she’d make love in a public pool this way, naked, she’d have laughed in their face.

  But that was before DeSilva dared her to experience herself so fully as a woman—as that High Priestess who danced above the water, arching back in ecstasy because she gave herself over to it completely.

  She turned within his loose embrace, to smile at him. He was so damn beautiful, with his wet brown hair clinging to his bronzed face, and that boyish grin flickering on his lips, and that pirate’s mustache. How had she ever attracted him?

  Not that it mattered. There’d be no letting go of him now.

  “Thank you for this,” she whispered. “I—I never knew—”

  A thunk, thunk, thunk made them jerk and look toward the glass wall.

  There, not fifteen feet in front of them, stood Odette. She was peering in, her face pressed to the glass in a wicked leer.

  Wiggling her fingers in a gleeful wave, she loped away. Probably to tattle to the captain.

  26

  When Skandalis summoned her to his quarters the next morning, Lola braced herself. Aric and Odette both knew who she’d been with last night—in direct defiance of Skorpio’s orders that she remain his lover. She fully expected to be cuffed and stuffed into the ship’s jail.

  Or set out on her ass, now that they’d docked.

  If this was Friday, they must be in Dominica. The local authorities would have a field day with an American woman who’d been put ashore without her passport or purse—which is the way Captain Scandalous would play it.

  Yet when Skorpio opened his door and waved Aric on his way, the Greek’s expression remained amiable. He smiled at her; invited her in with an eloquent gesture that made his deep green robe ripple on his body. His black eyes snapped as he drank her in, and the flare of his nostrils suggested he was sniffing her up for sex more than for punishment.

  He didn’t say a word.

  Lola didn’t know how to interpret that, but she refused to fill in his silence with nervous chatter. Bad strategy, that was.

  This captain, suave and inscrutable, could mesmerize his prey so skillfully the victim never knew what hit her. Maybe it excited him that she’d been doing it in the pool with DeSilva! Maybe it was part of his plan, to hold the threat of deportation over her head, hoping she’d defy him. A show of his personal power.

  And Lord help her, Skorpio Skandalis reeked of a power far headier than his cologne. Lola reminded herself she’d better play it his way again today: being at the mercy of a masked man in a silver jump suit had felt dicey, true—but in Whispers, there’d been witnesses. Here, it was just her and Skorpio.

  Dangerous. Very, very dangerous.

  She breathed deeply and kept her gaze fixed on his. Ready to submit and accept her fate—but not without challenging him first!

  A morally upright woman would’ve walked ashore before this little adventure began, in debt but with her honor intact. So much easier!

  But then, this adults-only cruise and the devil-get-screwed deal she’d made with Skandalis were never about remaining upright, were they? She’d stated her fantasies outright, and he’d agreed to them. He was like the Emperor or the King of Swords in her Tarot deck: all-knowing, and all about control.

  Maybe he didn’t know about Rio. Odette played this game by her own rules, after all.

  And maybe he did know, and would use this knowledge against her when it would cost her the most.

  Skandalis let a single finger drift down her cheek.

  “You look relaxed and happy today,” he remarked in that musky accent. “So much lovelier than when we first met.”

  Now there was a trap if she’d ever stumbled into one!

  “Thank you, sir,” she murmured.

  The corner of his mouth quirked. That finger continued its lazy journey along her jaw, inciting little riots with the edge of his manicured nail.

  “Let your hair down,” he said in a voice she strained to hear.

  Lola reached up, not wanting to obey in too big a hurry. This man was all about seduction, so slow, sensual moves worked to her advantage.

  Was that swishing in the other room a brush in a toilet bowl?

  Claudine was probably cleaning, since Odette didn’t impress her as the potty-swishing type…which meant she might be in for a different surprise altogether. Lola hadn’t yet met the house girl who left those truffles on her turned-down bed, but if Skorpio had hired her, she was bound to be attractive.

  Probably playful, too!

  Still holding Skorpio’s obsidian gaze, Lola plucked the hairpins Aric had arranged her curls with, and let them ping to the foyer floor. Ever so elegantly, she loosened the covered elastic band to pull it free. Shook her head then, letting her auburn waves fall in artful disarray around her face.

  Skorpio inhaled, still tilting her chin; keeping his finger firmly planted to remind her who was in charge.

  “I considered having you clean for me today,” he remarked softly, “because a woman should do some work for the man who’s forgiving her debts.”

  “‘Forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors,’” Lola quipped—and then wondered if that was wise.

  But the captain’s laughter sounded low and rich and smoky. Made her wish for a cigarette.

  “Yes, my darling, you should say your prayers when you’re alone with me. While I drive a hard bargain,” he said, coaxing her closer with that single digit, “I drive my cock even harder when a woman excites me. And you do excite me, sweet Lola. You have from the moment we met.”

  “So why did you shove it up my ass yesterday?” she whispered. “Why didn’t you face me, to fuck me like a man?”

  His kiss snapped her head back. Skorpio Skandalis was forty-something but fit; tall enough that Lola had to toe-dance to hold her own against that fabulous mouth. There was nothing pretty or romantic about this kiss: she was all give and he was all take.

  And wasn’t this what she’d wanted, since the first time she saw him on her TV? Captain Scandalous was living up to every fantasy, the way he held her so hard. The way he took control, to make her lose it.

  He was shrugging out of his robe, so Lola yanked it down his bare back, over his firm, muscled ass. He was rubbing his cock against her, too, making it quite obvious that this time, he would grant her fantasy. This time Lola would get whatever she wanted from him!

  A red flag in her mind warned her to proceed with cautious abandon, however: he was chauvinist enough—Old World enough—to believe she should “know her place.” And Skorpio would put her there whenever it pleased him—because he could. Because he was the captain, and he made the deals on this ship, no matter what her fantasies dictated should happen between them.

  And then, without knowing how it happened, she was between them—between Skorpio and that damned Odette! Where had she come from?

  This time she wasn’t masquerading in that French maid uniform with a faked accent, or concealing her gender in a padded jump suit. Nope, Odette was as naked as her partner in passion, and she was now behind Lola, peeling away the layers of clothing Skorpio had unbuttoned in his eagerness.

  When Lola tried to protest, she got nowhere: his lips remained firmly fixed on hers, claiming her mouth in a most egotistical, arrogant way.

  But God, could this man kiss! And when she tried to wiggle out of his embrace, to resist Odette’s advances from behind, why—he merely wrapped his arms around her more tightly! Giving her what she wanted, he would say.

  Except he wasn’t talking.

  He was making her his prisoner in the most sexy, sensual way. Holding her captive—so Odette could have another go at her!

  She then became the filling in a very hot sandwich: Skorpio was making full frontal contact and getting harder and more insistent with his prodding, while behind her, Odette rubbed against her butt. It wa
s a more alluring massage than Lola dared to think about—but then, she didn’t spend much time thinking about making love to women! Her initiation with Miss Christy—and that dildo act in Whispers—was as close as she cared to come to that.

  So of course Captain Scandalous sensed her hesitation and let Odette call the shots from behind.

  Maybe this was his punishment for her little escapade in the spa pool. Or maybe he realized how she detested the idea of doing it with another female, so that was what he’d mete out for her penance. But probably, he was just doing it because it excited him, watching two women who wanted him, really.

  Odette eased her agile hands between Lola’s body and Skorpio’s, to flatten them over her breasts. Slowly the naked woman behind her squeezed her sensitive flesh, taking her nipples between her fingers and flicking them with her nails.

  Lola bucked, trying to pry herself from Skorpio’s hold. But he was having none of it.

  “Lola, my darling, you’re so hot and ready for me,” he whispered against her ear. “I love it that you want me so badly. Rub yourself against my cock. Feel how hard it is, from wanting you, too.”

  She obeyed him immediately—except then Odette pressed forward with her pelvis. Lola felt like the meat in a cheeseburger, getting squeezed by someone very hungry. Including the part where the juices dribbled out.

  Then the exasperating woman insinuated her hands lower, to play in Lola’s pubes, as though she found that feathery hair terribly erotic.

  “Oh, Lola,” Odette whispered in her other ear. “Lola, you’ve gotten Skorpio so hard! He obviously adores you as much as I do, so it’s only fair that you get your turn with him this time. Open your thighs—”

  Lola’s legs obeyed as though an invisible cord had drawn them apart, like curtains at a window.

  “Yes, yes! Now thrust forward—”

  Odette’s hands slipped lower, to strum Lola’s delicate sex lips with the sure grace of a harpist who knew how to make beautiful music.

  And indeed, Lola began to moan in a rising sing-song that amazed her. Was she really falling for this? Did she believe Skorpio would really make love to her this time?

  It wasn’t so bad, this sandwich act…very warm and sexy—until Skorpio kissed her again, and then placed his face on the other side of hers to kiss Odette! Right next to her ear they were, bumping against her cheek as they went at it as passionately as the captain had been kissing her moments ago.

  How humiliating! This raven-haired pair was now fully engaged from the neck up, and Lola could only stand between their hot, pulsing bodies and let them carry on this way!

  Not that she was uninvolved. Her juice was now running down the insides of her thighs.

  When Odette found this puddle with her toe, she giggled.

  “Skorpio,” she whispered, “our Lola has sprung a leak. In the interest of your floor, I should stanch the flow of this cum, don’t you agree?”

  Without any warning, Odette let her go and Skorpio spun her in his arms. Lola gasped with the sudden change of sensations: as the captain wrapped his muscled arms around her waist, thrusting against her backside, Odette knelt in front of her.

  The slender woman spread her legs until Lola stood with her feet more than shoulder-width apart. Wide open she was, powerless in Skorpio’s embrace as he kissed behind her ticklish ear—and that damned mistress of his stuck out her very pointy tongue and started to explore.

  Around those wet lower lips she probed, pushing up Lola’s mound with her hands to get better access. Her clit ached enormously: it had felt Odette’s prying fingers before, so now it felt deserving of everything the feisty woman offered it.

  Odette nipped and suckled, making Lola squirm even more. This woman knew precisely where to put that tongue and those lips! And for how long, and with how much pressure.

  If she closed her eyes and pretended, it could be Rio giving her this tongue job.

  But Rio was on duty during the day. And if she hollered for help, Cabana Boy knew better than to intrude on her behalf—and he’d be cheering his Greek boss on, anyway.

  So it was just Lola, struggling to maintain a shred of dignity. It was Lola, squirming and grunting, proclaiming her disgust and frustration while her body sang another song altogether.

  Why were spasms spinning like a tornado inside her, just as they had with Rio in the spa pool? Her body was so damn fickle, when it came to whose attentions it would respond to! She was behaving like such a slut—

  But then, hadn’t this been part of the deal all along?

  Once Fletch had abandoned her, and she’d revealed her deepest fantasies to Clive, the captain, and Rio, she could do any damn thing she pleased on this cruise! She’d never dreamed that would include getting caught in this kinky three-way she couldn’t escape.

  But she couldn’t say they’d taken her against her will, either: once she’d tasted those smooth, intoxicating Greek lips…heard Skorpio’s moan in that rich, smoky accent, Lola was hooked. Odette was like the meringue on the lemon pie—light and frothy, but a very fine topper for the main filling.

  So by God, Lola intended to enjoy the whole piece!

  The captain was now panting against her backside, so she gave him some relief: she rose up on her toes—and he slid between her legs!

  “Oh, yes! I can have you both now!” Odette exclaimed.

  And damned if that woman didn’t alternate between sucking Skorpio’s cock and licking Lola’s slit, when he retracted to give her another pump. With her legs spread this way, the captain was rubbing some very sensitive tissues. Lola could only gape when his reddish-purple tip poked out beneath her bush, as Odette licked him like a lollipop.

  How many firsts had she experienced this week?

  But who was counting?

  So Lola gave herself over to them, deciding it was no real shame to be enslaved by her body’s responses to Skorpio and Odette. It would be odd if she did not respond to such a pretty, provocative pair.

  Odette was now lapping at her thigh with that tongue. Slim and damp and pointed it was, as it snaked its way up to her midsection.

  Here, Odette stopped. Rolled her face against Lola’s belly.

  “So soft, so lovely and warm,” she murmured. “So much better today, skin to skin, than hidden beneath costumes.”

  With her eyes closed, and that mane of blue-black hair swaying with her every caress, the Greek female made a fascinating sight. It wasn’t like Lola had planned to be suckled by an older woman, yet when Odette’s lips closed firmly over one nipple, she let out a long, languid sigh.

  “Why did you remove the polish?” she asked, her voice tinged with disappointment. “I adored that shade. She-devil red it was—like mine!”

  Lola smelled another trap here: her Very Cherry peaks had vanished with all the rubbing Rio gave them in the pool. She wasn’t about to go there in this conversation!

  But her breasts betrayed her, aching for Odette to continue her liquid caress while Skorpio cupped her to make them stick out lewdly. What an illicit thrill, to be caught between these two, the object of their adoration!

  “Lola,” he murmured thickly. “We admire your sense of adventure. Your willingness to share your fantasies, to try things our way. So—”

  Captain Scandalous gave her breasts another thorough fondling while his erection teased her from underneath.

  “—we would all have more fun if you’d surrender to your wayward inclinations. Be the Lola you are with Rio DeSilva!”

  A huge red flag shot up—but it was too late for caution, wasn’t it? The captain had her where he wanted her, physically and psychologically. Odette was still working on her, too. Damn that tongue, making her nipples salute!

  Lola had no choice. No escape.

  “Wh—what would you have me do?” she asked, in a sycophant tone Lola Wright never used in real life!

  “Ahhhhh…now you’re talking!” he crooned. “Thrust yourself forward, my dear. Aim your body toward Odette after I sit us down.”
>
  The captain fell backwards, making her laugh nervously when they landed on the edge of the bed. Bad enough that he was now in control, and Odette was loving it. He would start giving orders, she sensed. Once a captain, always a captain.

  “You have two hands, Miss Wright. Stroke yourself.”

  Lola ‘s eyes widened. It was one thing to pleasure herself when she was alone. But to caress her most intimate parts while Odette—her nemesis and competition—watched?

  “Yes, please,” the lovely woman pleaded. She was kneeling in front of them now, her face alight with a provocative sexuality. As though to reassure her, Odette leaned back on the rug, let her long legs fall open from the knees, and began to caress her own inner lips.

  They were dusky pink, in contrast to her olive skin. And that brazen black Mohawk shifted with each stroke; a mesmerizing effect, Lola had to admit. She found herself staring at those two busy fingers, at the slickness which made a wet, suggestive sound in the quiet room. Odette smelled…well, ready.

  And then she felt herself giving in to a temptation like she’d never known, and to inclinations that came out of hiding from deep inside her.

  Still watching Odette, Lola slipped her hand between her thighs. Skorpio eased her back against his chest as they sat on the edge of the bed, so she was wide open at Odette’s eye level. Wide open and melting from the heat of that woman’s gaze. She found her pubes, and began to manipulate the folds of damp skin.

  “Yes, let me watch,” Odette rasped, her fingers increasing their speed. Her hips were quivering and Lola could see the dew on her scarlet nails while that hot skin grew pinker…more inflamed from watching her as she caressed herself.

  “Stick some fingers inside,” Skorpio breathed. “Let me guide you—”

  The man was shameless! He not only slid her fingers into position, but inserted his own along with them! Lola felt very full and hot and needy, and as her hips ground against the Greek’s, he, too, got more involved in their play. Odette was so damned into this little game, her eyes went shut and she was moaning like she wanted to explode.