…Or The One Word That Rhymes With Tuck…

“Finn!” Lacey shrieked.

Peyton watched as the petite redhead raced into the hotel suite. Rather than follow, the coed glanced over at Lacey’s uncle. Marshall Stratton picked up on the unspoken question.

“Clive and I found him sitting against the door. He kept going on about doing things he’s not proud of,” Marshall recounted before offering an opinion. “Poor guy has been through a lot this week, from what I hear.”

“Finn puts too much weight on his shoulders. He has for the last ten years,” Peyton explained, recalling the guilt her friend felt over not saving his mother’s life. “And his father doesn’t help enough.”

"That's Fred for you," Marshall acknowledged while also showing his discomfort. Although he liked Finn and considered him part of the family, Clive's younger brother felt out of place in a moment like this one. "Uh, since you're here, I'll, uh, keep an eye out for Lana downstairs."

“Sure. That would be great,” Peyton responded, sharing a quick hug before the youngest Stratton sibling left.

The leggy blonde walked deeper into the suite’s sitting area while Lacey rattled off seemingly a million questions. Rachel and Clive worked as a team to swat those questions aside. They already knew how hard the answers were for their surrogate son.

“Pew-ew!” Lacey exclaimed suddenly, pulling back from Finn. “You stink! What kind of perfume is that?”

Peyton watched as Mr. and Mrs. Stratton exchanged uneasy looks. Lacey leaned forward to sniff the air again. This time, her eyes widened.

“Two perfumes? Wait, that’s Teresa’s favorite…you smell like sex, too!”

“How would you know–” Clive began to demand from his youngest daughter until Finn cradled his head with a loud sob.

“Lacey!” Rachel admonished as she watched the guilt cause Finn to crumble again.

“Dammit! Oww!” Clive roared after slamming his cast-covered against the table. The reverberations proved enough to cause intense pain.

“Hun!” Rachel exclaimed, jumping up to check on her husband.

Peyton also rushed over to help.

“What did I do wrong?” Lacey demanded to know before turning toward Finn. “D-Did you sleep with a Zuccaro?”

“You don’t know all the details,” Rachel hissed over her shoulder while checking on her husband. “Maybe the initial pain shot they gave you is wearing off. Let’s get your pill bottle.”

“I don’t want to know the details!” Lacey screeched, throwing her hands up.

“Pey?” Rachel asked, shooting a look as if asking for help.

“Uh, so I think I have an idea of what happened in the ballroom. Finn, um, correct me if I’m wrong,” Peyton began as Rachel struggled to unscrew the child-proof top of the bottle. “From what I picked up, Lana upset Finn enough that he asked Teresa to go upstairs. I don’t know where you got the notion that it was a smart idea.”

“Aunt Tinny told me to do it,” Finn revealed, looking up from his hands.

“What?!” Lacey screamed at an ear-shattering level.

“She didn’t?!” Rachel yelled, already halfway to the suite’s mini-refrigerator.

“Of course she would,” Peyton groaned, reaching up to pinch her brow.

“And what messed up reason did she give?” Rachel demanded before reaching in to grab a bottle of water.

“Besides saying I deserved and needed to get laid, Aunt Tinny said it would serve a few other purposes. Um, it would be Teresa’s apology for losing her top during the fight.”

“That does sound like one of your cheerleaders,” Clive pointed out.

“No, no, no, don’t put Tinsley’s behavior on me. I was not her big cheersister. You can blame–”

“Rachel!” Peyton interrupted. “Let’s focus on tonight.”

“Right, right. Carry on,’ the older ginger motioned.

“Didn’t she know it would hurt Lana…and me?” Lacey inquired.

“Yeah, well, Tinny said Lana needed to get hurt. It would teach her a lesson while lighting a fire in her. Um, it might finally be a sign if we were meant to be together,” Finn admitted.

The last part caused Lacey to perk up with interest. Peyton’s hand landing on her shoulder stopped the matchmaker from pressing the issue. Instead, the blonde took the lead in the conversation.

“So when Teresa said no, you went looking for someone else that would piss off Lana.”

“I-I didn’t go…well, I might have gone, but Farah appeared, and she was so concerned about me,” Finn recounted.

“I bet she was,” Peyton hissed sarcastically.

“It’s not…Farah’s not like that. You and Lan don’t see…she’s not Teresa,” Finn struggled to explain.

“Really? Why did Teresa turn you down?” Peyton challenged, having some knowledge as to the reason.

“She…She said I wasn’t in the right state of mind. It would start a war,” Finn recalled.

“Damn right!” Lacey agreed. “That’s like if Bianca slept with Austin before I dumped his ass tonight.”

“You what?!” Finn bellowed, suddenly more worried about Lacey.

“What did he do?” Clive growled, slamming his hand down again. It wasn’t quite as hard as before, but it still caused him to wince.

“Let’s not get into that right now,” Rachel declared.

“You knew?” Clive asked.

"I found out in the waiting room. Lacey is fine. Austin didn't do anything like you're thinking. Let's focus on Finn, as Peyton suggested."

“Thank you. So you went upstairs with Farah,” Peyton prodded, unknowingly sounding like her grandfather for a moment.

“Wait! Then why do you reek of Teresa’s favorite perfume?” Lacey questioned.

“I-I don’t know how it happened. I was with Farah, um, you know,” Finn said. He blushed in embarrassment at talking about sex in front of Rachel and Clive. “We were in her room, and Teresa somehow found us and barged in.”

“She what?!”

Peyton ignored Lacey’s outburst with a loud sigh.

"I think I know how," Finn's blonde BFF started. "After turning Finn down, Teresa went to inform Lana, who, it turns out, wasn't thankful. That was especially so once she discovered that he left with Farah. I wasn't there, but Lana berated Teresa before ordering her to fix the mess she created."

“Teresa didn’t create any mess,” Finn protested.

“Lana did,” Lacey stated, folding her arms. “As always.”

“She knows that. It’s why she didn’t track down Finn and Farah herself,” Peyton speculated. “If she had, it probably would’ve made things worse. So she guilt-tripped Teresa into doing it.”

“And where the heck did she go?” Lacey questioned.

“Where else? To find a guy to fu–to find a guy to spend time with,” Peyton caught herself at the last moment. Still, Clive groaned and cursed under his breath at his oldest daughter’s ways.

“Now you see? You didn’t do anything terrible,” Rachel said soothingly as she sat back down next to Finn.

“It sounds like he did to me. Screwing that Southern shrew and one of our–” Lacey argued until her mother's glare and Peyton’s nails digging into her shoulder caused her to break off.

“You see? Lacey thinks so,” Finn pointed out. His face wavered, but he held strong.

"Teresa happened because of Lana. And while I don't trust this Farah, I won't condemn your actions. None of us will," Rachel added, her glare continuing to warn Lacey to remain quiet.

Despite squirming, the little redhead kept her mouth shut.

“Now, I think we should head to bed. It’s past three in the morning,” Rachel pointed out before suggesting a shower for Finn.

Peyton reminded Rachel that she needed to crash on their couch. Discussions took place about sleeping arrangements while Lacey claimed to be wide awake. Finn admitted he wasn’t really tired either.

“Fine! However, don’t complain if you’re all tired tomorrow. Clive needs rest,” Rachel declared, suddenly pondering the arrangements. “Perhaps it would be best if Clive and I slept in Lana’s room. Peyton can stay with Finn in the master bedroom’s larger bed.”

Despite Finn’s protests, Clive insisted on the change. He still didn’t know why they had been upgraded. It felt like a political trap, so he preferred to take the smaller room. Rachel ordered Lacey to help get her dad set up. However, she wanted to help her mom get Finn moving, so Peyton volunteered.

“Could you at least grab your father’s pajamas?” Rachel challenged her daughter.

“I guess so,” Lacey said, following Finn and her mom into the master bedroom.

"Peyton, could you please make sure that Clive brings his pills with him," Rachel called, leaning out of the bedroom.

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KNOCK KNOCK

“Uh, you decent, Mr. Stratton?” Peyton asked through the door.

A muffled affirmative could be heard, so she turned the knob. Walking in, Peyton spotted her best friend’s father struggling to pull the covers over him after crawling into the bed. With his cast on his right hand and fingers, he only had the use of his thumb.

“Here, I brought this in case you get thirsty,” Peyton announced, waving a brand-new bottle of water.

She placed it on the nightstand. However, in the process, she dropped his prescription bottle. It landed with a thud on the soft carpet before rolling away. Bending over with her back to Clive, Peyton picked it up. While doing so, she happened to glance at the label.

“Oh, crap,” the blonde sounded as a shiver ran down her back.

“Huh? Is there a problem?” Clive asked, his face reddening a bit.

Peyton didn’t realize it, but she’d offered quite a show of her dress-covered ass and her bare, smooth leg because of her high dress slit.

“It’s nothing,” Peyton lied. “I’ll be right back.”

Keeping her composure until she exited the bedroom, Peyton sped up once out of Clive’s sight. Commotion met her as she went down the hallway and turned toward the other side of the hotel suite.

“He’s sad, not injured,” Rachel reminded her daughter.

Entering the master suite, Peyton spotted Lacey arranging additional pillows she'd brought from her bedroom on the bed for Finn. Rachel rolled her eyes at Peyton while Lacey argued until the older woman caught the blonde's motioning head.

“I need to grab something. Don’t bother Finn,” Rachel ordered, gesturing at the closed bathroom door. Following Peyton into the sitting area, she asked what was wrong.

"Clive's prescription," Peyton announced, holding up the bottle she'd palmed on the way out. "It's the same as Sean's."

“No, it’s not. Sean was on–”

“Not Sean’s first painkiller, his second one,” Peyton explained.

“It’s fine. Clive’s not acting strange now. Will he later?”

“No, but these caused a different reaction in Sean,” Peyton attempted to explain. She wanted to be tactful about her brother’s new ordeal.

“Pey, I trust you to handle it until Finn is settled. Okay?”

“Mrs. Stra–Rachel, this is a matter that–”

“Peyton, I need to keep an eye on Finn. He’s very emotional right now. I can’t leave him alone. I trust you a hundred percent to handle Clive until I’m done. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, I can, but–”

“No, buts. I have to get back before Lacey drives Finn from sad to mad,” Rachel noted before rushing off.

Throwing up her arms in a what-can-I-do gesture, Peyton could only hope that Clive wouldn’t experience any side effects like Sean or that they’d wait until Rachel was free. Crossing back over to the other side of the suite, she knocked on the door before entering.

Despite Peyton's best poker face, Clive could tell something was wrong. So, while she walked over to the nightstand to place his painkillers down, he asked the dreaded question.

“The hospital prescribed you the same painkillers as Sean,” Peyton revealed.

“Wait, am I talking like him?” Clive responded, sitting up straighter.

“No, not his first ones, but his second. I’m sure you’ll be fine. Side effects don’t always occur the same way in people or at all. That’s why those commercials always have a long list,” Peyton attempted to explain. “Um, just in case, you should be aware–”

“Oh, shit! We had to wait to leave the cabin for Sean to go down,” Clive revealed, surprising Peyton. Next, he lifted the sheets slightly to peer inside. “Well, I guess that explains my current predicament.”

“What? You’re har–I mean, you have an erect–a side effect?” Peyton stammered.

“Yes, I have a side effect,” Clive admitted, leaning his head against the headboard with a sigh. “Gawd, this is embarrassing. Is Rachel almost finished with Finn?”

“I think it might be some time. Um, I’d recommend not letting it last too long.”

“I’ll try, but this hand is useless.” Clive raised his cast-covered right hand. “I guess it’s time to see how ambidextrous I am.”

Feeling embarrassed for both of them, Peyton slipped outside the room. Unfortunately, she knew she should stay close in case something happened.

Should I tell Rachel? She was pretty insistent that I handle Clive. However, I can't handle this part.

Hemming and hawing for close to ten minutes, Peyton swore she heard several groans through the door, yet she couldn’t be sure. So she hurried off to the bathroom between the two smaller bedrooms. Eventually, something akin to a loud moan reached her ears upon returning to Clive’s door. Working up the courage, Peyton knocked on the door.

Peeking inside after receiving permission, she inquired about his side effect.

“I know you plan to be a doctor, but this is humiliating. You’re my daughter’s best friend,” Clive stated, using the bunched-up blankets to obscure his groin.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Stratton. It’s just that your wife put me in charge of your health until she’s done. So I need an answer.”

“Using my left hand isn’t ideal. I’ll admit that. So it took much longer to deal with the first one.”

First one? Peyton repeated in her mind.

“The second side effect? It’s kinda a problem.”

“Oh…my,” Peyton sounded. Then, she held up a finger before closing the door and leaving. “Rachel will just have to switch with me. I’m fully capable of watching out for Finn. I’ve done it for years.”

Retracing her steps yet again, Peyton noticed Lacey’s door closed now. Momentarily, she wondered when she missed Lacey entering her room. On the other hand, the master bedroom’s door still sat partially open. And the sound of running water alerted Peyton to the wide-open bathroom door.

The sight that Peyton saw caused her breath to catch and her eyes to widen. Blinking several times didn’t change the view, so she slowly backed out of the bedroom.

I…I guess I’ll have to help Clive’s problem. I mean…oh, fuck!

Each step back to the other room felt heavier and heavier. Without even knocking, Peyton stormed into the room. Clive scrambled to hide the dick he stroked. Before he could speak, Peyton held up a lone finger to shut him up.

“Okay, this is a medical procedure. Are we clear on that?” Peyton didn’t wait for an answer before walking out of the bedroom to the next-door bathroom. All high-end hotel suites usually came with goodies, and she found a new tube of lotion. Returning, she re-asked her question. “Are we clear?”

“P-P-Peyton, what are you planning to do with that?!” Clive queried, his gaze locking in on the lotion.

“Precisely what it looks like,” Peyton stated, popping open the tube’s cap. The smell of cinnamon met her nostrils. Next, she squirted the lotion into the palm of her hand, getting it nice and slippery. Clive’s shocked expression led her to clarify yet again. “This is not for pleasure. It’s purely clinical.”

“Oh, shit. Oh, shit,” Clive muttered before peering around Peyton toward the door. “Can’t Rachel do–”

“She’s busy,” the blonde curtly responded.

“Well, how about if we do it like this?” Clive suggested, stripping the blanket entirely off him while building a wall next to his body. It worked to hide his large erection.

Crawling onto the side of the bed, Peyton reached over the blanket wall. However, after grabbing his thigh instead, she quickly dismissed his idea.

“Nope. Spread your legs,” Peyton commanded, pausing briefly to take off her high heels. Then, she crawled in between her best friend’s father’s legs. "Just, um, maybe just close your eyes and pretend I’m Rachel."

Waiting until Clive took up her suggestion, Peyton reached out to tentatively and gently take hold of his shaft. The coolness of the lotion caused Clive to moan, leading the wary blonde to snatch her hand back for a moment.

“Uh, sorry,” the coed apologized before moving forward again to get a slippery grip on his cock.

Clive attempted to hold back any sounds, yet Peyton still heard a soft, pleasurable moan after her third stroke. That seemed to transfer the chill from the lotion to down her spine. Why the hell can't Lan be around when her skills are actually needed? I don't care if it's her dad; she could pitch in and lend her very experienced hands for once.

Peyton's idea that Clive should close his eyes and imagine Rachel had been a solid one. However, after more than twenty years of marriage, Clive knew the precise way that his wife jacked him off. Even if she decided to change things up, Rachel still had basically three standard routines. And as the person giving him a handjob wasn't using any of his wife's styles, Clive found it impossible not to open his eyes and watch.

That meant Clive saw Peyton decide to add her other hand to the medical procedure before he would've felt it under her suggestion. Her hands settled into a rhythm of working up his entire length, using a tight grip while twisting as they went. One hand would pull entirely off at the tip while the other one followed behind to give the head a firm squeezing twist before both hands shoved back down the slippery shaft.

Clive found his daughter’s friend’s intense focus strangely erotic. Her blue eyes were locked in on her work, with the center of her gaze zeroed in on the cockhead. Occasionally, Peyton would chew on her lips during the effort. At one point, he saw her tongue slip out to lick her lips, causing Clive to moan as he recalled their drunken kiss under the mistletoe several nights ago at his wife’s insistence.

The moan caused Peyton’s eyes to shoot up from the cockhead to its owner’s face.

“You’re not supposed to watch, Mr. Stratton,” Peyton scolded. Yet, her words came out playfully in her raspy voice. “Are you close? Am I going to make you cum?”

Despite not having the sexual experience of her best friend, Peyton might have more when it came to giving handjobs. As a good girl less willing to take it farther on a date, the blonde knew how to string along a guy she liked until she’d decided if he was worthy of escalating their activities. So Peyton shifted her technique to focus on most men’s sensitive levels, and she also spiced up the handjob by never breaking eye contact with a man who should be forbidden to her. She also knew talking would also help.

“Don’t you worry, sir. We’re gonna take care of your side effects until you’re nice and soft,” Peyton promised in a breathless voice. “This hard, throbbing cock is going to erupt until it’s all emptied of its hot liquid. Don’t you doubt it!”

“I won’t,” Clive groaned through gritted teeth.

"Ooh, are you going to cum? You need to cum, Mr. Stratton. It’s for your well-being!”

"Oh, damn."

"Do it, sir!"

"Oh, gawd!"

"Cum for me. Is it close? I think it’s close," Peyton prodded.

"Peyton!!"

"Give it to me! Give me that cum, Daddy!”

The violent jerk of Clive’s body threw Peyton’s ministrations off for a second. She raised her eyebrows at what she called him, but it did feel a bit fitting. Lana’s dad was sort of a father figure in her life. Needing to pick up the rhythm again, Peyton rose up on her knees to get a better angle on the cock. In the new position, she used the leverage to increase her motions until they became almost a blur.

A string of whispers in that raspy voice coincided with each stroke. The word cum got repeated endlessly with begs, pleadings, and demands to shoot that nasty stuff out. Not too long later, Clive’s body fulfilled those directions when his hips lifted off the bed.

Despite already cumming once on his own, Clive found himself surprised by the powerful blasts that shot out like a volcano eruption. Bountiful volleys rocketed into the air. And with Peyton hunched over Clive’s cannon, her cheeks and chin took the brunt of the friendly fire. Those flung ropes never phased the future doctor as she continued to pump the dick with such determination that Clive knew she’d drain him.

Finally closing his eyes from exertion, Clive only heard his heavy breathing and Peyton’s wild panting. A tiny part of his brain wondered about his wife’s whereabouts, and a kernel of guilt began to grow, but he also felt thankful for Peyton’s help.

Hell, Sean’s been dealing with this since this afternoon? Poor kid. But I guess Whitney might be helping out based on what Harvey grumbled about earlier. Lana’s face crossed briefly in Clive’s mind as also helping Sean out. At least that was one scenario he wouldn’t begrudge his daughter from performing what Peyton had just done.

“O-Okay, I think we drained it,” Peyton declared between catching her breath.

Opening his eyes, Clive couldn't believe the sight that met him. His eldest daughter's best friend, a girl known for being a bit uptight in recent years and always following the rules, was covered with his cum. It clung to her eyebrows, her cheeks, and her chin. Only a tiny part hung down her nose in a sticky string.

It was the slowly swaying part that Peyton absentmindedly scooped up with her finger before plopping it between her lips.

Taking in the picture he unwittingly painted, along with some of his sperm vanishing down the sexy blonde’s throat, Clive felt a stirring down below.

“Oh, no,” he groaned.

Peyton glanced over at the door, worried she’d have to give a hasty explanation.

However, nobody stood in the closed entryway. So she swung her attention back over in time to see the flagging member start to slowly rise again.

“What happened? I thought we drained it!” Peyton exclaimed. “It was down for the count.”

"I guess it wasn't knocked out yet. Christ!" Clive cursed, slamming his arm down on the bed. This time, he knew enough to perform the move with his uninjured hand.

“Huh,” Peyton sounded, staring down as the long rod continued to lengthen and firm up.

“It’s okay, Peyton. You’ve helped more than enough. I can deal with this,” Clive assured the younger woman.

“No, no, this is my duty,” Peyton replied with a far-off look. Eventually, her eyes refocused. Reaching behind her head, she grabbed her styled blonde locks and swiftly tied them up in a sloppy ponytail/bun. “This will just require a more drastic solution.”

“Peyton, what are you doing? Peyton!” Clive squealed as his daughter’s best friend’s head dropped down to his lap.

Not a word came from the blonde coed as she leaned forward to take his other head between her lips before sucking him right into her mouth. Although Clive could immediately tell that Peyton wasn’t anywhere near as experienced at cocksucking as Rachel, he was surprised at her enthusiasm. I guess she is Bridget’s daughter. Clive thought as Peyton stopped halfway down his shaft before slurping her tongue on his cock's underside on the way back up.

“I think this is what your wife wanted us to do under the mistletoe the other night,” Peyton said, after popping off his cock.

Her cheekiness seemed out of place, but Clive also wondered if she wasn’t right. Rachel had attempted to role-play several women, including the one on her knees currently.

Clive gasped as Peyton dropped her head down and inhaled his cock all way to her throat. Those dazzling blue eyes never left his face as she repeated the movement five more times. Pulling back a bit, her tongue and lips worked feverishly while she stroked up and down his now saliva-covered shaft.

After several minutes, Peyton removed her mouth again with a loud pop. This time she appeared to admire the older man’s cock. A finger even ran down the shaft as if studying it.

“Wow, you’ve got a great dick, Mr. S. I can’t wait to tell Lana about her dad’s incredible cock.”

“Peyton!”

“Just kidding,” Peyton teased with a wink. “It’s going to be a delight to have this secret that she doesn’t know.”

Suddenly, Clive watched Peyton's expression shift. Gone was the serious college student who insisted that the handjob was purely a medical procedure. In its place was a playful expression that Clive thought looked much like her mother. That rare resemblance was even more shocking to him than the expression of wanton, uncontrollable lust that formed.

Taking what she wanted, Peyton leaned forward and opened her mouth, clamping her lips closed around it just behind the cockhead. She began sucking immediately, moving one of her hands to grab his twice-drained balls. She pumped his shaft at the base, hoping to extract another round of cum for pleasure, not just for medical reasons.

Clive watched in awe as Peyton stopped her sucking, shifting to slathering her tongue all over and around his shaft. She worked methodically, covering every possible portion of his throbbing, painful cock. Increasingly loud moans filled the room. Clive didn't realize it, but the wrongness, the forbiddenness of their actions, fueled Peyton to a higher level of lust than she'd ever felt before. Not even her secret, scandalous romp with RJ in the garage matched the heat she felt.

Peyton bobbed her head up and down with powerful, hard, and fast suctions. She deep-throated Clive a few times as well, holding herself at full depth and rolling her eyes up to see the expression of overwhelming pleasure on his face.

Beaming up at him, Peyton added a silly grin and redoubled her efforts. This time, she shifted to more of a sloppy technique, wet and crazy. Those piercing blue eyes never wavered in their intense gaze the whole time. Clive realized with shock that not only had Peyton given over to her lust, but she also had started to perform for him.

Along those lines, she nursed his cockhead with her lips and tongue while scratching his balls with her fingernails. Then, a wink followed as a sign of a changeup. Shifting her position slightly, Peyton gripped Clive's hips for increased leverage as she more or less slammed her face all the way on his cock repeatedly.

Clive’s injured left hand reached down, tangling itself in her hair. Peyton soon realized he was about to blow again when his fingers clamped down, digging into her skull. Grinning in her mind, Peyton intensified her suction, causing her cheeks to cave in.

Those dead-tired hips buckled four times, sending a decent amount of fresh cum down Peyton’s throat before resting in her belly.

Exhausted, Clive could not do anything but let his head fall back against the bed while resting his hand on Peyton's head. Fleeting thoughts about how to explain what happened to Rachel in the morning filled his head until snores replaced them. For Peyton's part, she shifted her head, resting it on Clive's thigh. Her fluttering eyes stared at the wilting shaft with pride.

They would make a strange sight if anyone bothered to check on them. Clive was clad in only his pajama top, with Peyton sleeping between his legs, still wearing her dress while her head nestled against his spent cock.