Sinful Desires Vol. 1(10)

“I don't like the fact that other men have seen these.” There was a possessive edge to his voice that made my breathing stutter. “I don't want anyone else looking at you like this.”

I nodded even though he hadn't asked a question. This was a side of him I hadn't seen before.

“Do they touch you?” His fingers tightened until it was almost painful.

“They're not supposed to,” I managed to say. “But sometimes...” I whimpered as he twisted his grip.

When he released my breasts, my nipples throbbed and I wasn't sure if I was relieved or wanted more. One hand slid down my stomach and over my panties.

“What about this?” He cupped my sex over the green silk. “Do they touch you here?”

I shook my head. “No.”

“Good.” He practically growled the word. “I hate that other men have seen you, but if they'd touched you...” His hold tightened almost convulsively. “No more.” He ran his tongue along the outer rim of my ear. “From now on, I'm the only one who gets to see you naked.”

There were logistics, practicalities, that needed to be discussed, but I wasn't about to kill the mood. That was pillow talk for after.

He released me and his fingers hooked under the elastic at my hips. He lowered my panties, but I didn't realize he was on his knees until I felt him press his lips against my right ass cheek. His hand settled on the small of my back, putting pressure on it until I realized what he wanted and bent over. We were close enough to the bed that I was able to put my hands down on it to steady me, which was good considering what happened next.

Without easing into it, Reed buried his face between my legs and I swore. His tongue twisted and probed, sliding in and out of my pussy until I was spreading my legs further apart, wordlessly begging for more. Luc had always been reluctant to go down on me, and had pretty much only done it for foreplay or because he wanted a blow-job. Reed, however, was applying himself with so much enthusiasm that I felt myself going from practically zero to a hundred in seconds.

As his tongue circled my clit, he slid a finger into my pussy, only giving me a couple strokes before it disappeared. Then his lips were around my clit and I was making a sound I'd never known I could make. I was so close, I could taste it. All I needed was a little more and I'd come.

I felt something pressing against my asshole and started to speak, but whatever word I was going to say turned into a wail as he did two things at once. The suction on my clit increased as his finger slid into my ass. My legs buckled, but he held me up, his mouth never ceasing as my climax crashed into me. He kept licking and sucking on my sensitive flesh even as I came, pushing one orgasm into another until I wasn't sure they were separate anymore and I was certain I was going explode.

“Stop, please,” I gasped. My body called me a traitor but I ignored it, my mind needing relief. “Too much.”

Then he was gone and my knees were giving out. Before I hit the floor, his arms were around me, lifting me and moving me to the bed. I flopped bonelessly on the bedspread, my muscles still quivering from the force of my climax. I wasn't sure I could move my limbs at the moment, but I did manage to turn my head so I could watch him undress.

Before, I'd only seen his cock as he'd been entering me. I wanted to see it now, see how turned on he was. His eyes met mine and then he slowly started to remove his shirt, revealing that cut body I'd enjoyed feeling beneath my hands. Next came his pants and he kicked them aside, pausing for a moment to let me enjoy the sight of him in just a pair of tight black boxer-briefs that clearly demonstrated just how much he'd been enjoying himself.

Then they were coming off too and I groaned as his cock appeared, thick and long and fully erect. I remember it filling me, stretching me, sinking into me so deep. I pushed myself up on my elbows. Now I wanted to see if it could fit in my mouth.

“Where do you think you're going?” Reed's voice was a mixture of dark and teasing. He reached the edge of the bed at the same time I managed to get myself into a sitting position, which put me exactly where I wanted to be.

“Right here.” I smiled up at him as I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft. My fingers couldn't touch.

I leaned down and ran my tongue along the underside of his cock, tasting salt and something that was distinctly male. He groaned and I smiled. I loved the texture of him and explored him as thoroughly as he'd explored me, licking every inch of him before taking the head between my lips.

“Shit.”

I looked up to see his eyes closed and took that to be a good sign. I took more of him until my jaw began to ache and I had to back off. I repeated the movement and then his hand was in my hair, pulling me back.

“As much as I love the idea of coming in your mouth, I need to be inside you.” Reed lowered his head and kissed me hard, shoving his tongue into my mouth until I could taste our mingled flavors.

He pressed me back on the bed, crawling over me without breaking the kiss. I heard the rip of a wrapper and had a moment to wonder where it had come from, and then he was pushing inside me and I didn't care. He entered with a single thrust and I cried out. He took the sound, stilling inside me as my body trembled, adjusting to the sudden intrusion. I was wet, but still very tight.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to absorb the myriad sensations coursing along my nerves. He rested his forehead against mine, our mouths parting.

“Like a fucking vice.” He was panting.

We stayed like that, joined as intimately as possible, our breath mingling, until our body's most basic urges overpowered everything else and Reed had to move. His strokes were slow and deep, making every inch of me feel every inch of him as he thrust over and over again. This was nothing like before when he'd pounded into me, relentless and focused on reaching our release. This was more like I'd always imagined making love would be; though I didn't want to use that particular four-letter word. Still, as he drove forward with a steady rhythm, I knew that this was something more than fucking. He was doing what he'd promised, showing me how much he wanted me.

The pleasure inside me was building differently than before. That had been an explosion while this was a flame being stoked into a raging inferno. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hooked my ankles around the back of his thighs, loving the feel of his muscles moving under his tanned skin. Even as I felt myself reaching the point of no return, I didn't want it to end. I wanted to stay like this forever, our bodies moving together, working to bring each other pleasure.

“Come for me, baby.” His voice was strained. “I want to see your face when you come.”

He was moving faster now, but still in control, and a roll of his hips was all it took for me to obey his command. I lifted my body to meet his as I called out his name and the movement drove him deep. He cried out as we came together, my pussy tightening around him, drawing out every last drop of pleasure for us both. I clung to him, wanting the moment to last. He rolled us over, putting me on top of him even as he pulled the bedspread around us both, cocooning us together.

“Believe me now?” he murmured the question against the top of my head.

I nodded, not sure I had the energy to form words. Words could come tomorrow. Right now, I just wanted to bask in the afterglow and fall asleep in his arms.





Chapter 10

Wakefulness came slowly and I wasn't sure where I was at first. I only knew that this wasn't my bed or my apartment. It was too quiet, the mattress too soft. Then I felt a familiar ache between my legs and remembered.

Reed.

I smiled and opened my eyes, wondering what this new day would hold. We had plans to make, things to discuss, but first I wanted him and breakfast. In that order.

Then I registered what I was seeing. A suitcase on the end of the bed and Reed putting clothes into it.

“Reed?” I didn't trust myself to say anything more than his name. I told myself not to jump to any conclusions, but that didn't stop my stomach from twisting.

“My flight leaves at ten.” He sounded even and calm. “I need to be back in Philadelphia tonight.”

I waited for what was coming next. Would he ask me to come with him now or would he want to wait until he'd ended things with Britni? I felt a twinge of guilt that I hadn't asked last night if he'd already called off the wedding. He didn't love her, I reminded myself, so a single day didn't matter. I wasn't sure if I'd believe the lie later, but it worked for now.

Maybe he was going back to Philly to get all of his affairs in order before moving here. Either way, I was sure he'd find a way for me to be able to quit The Diamond Club. He'd already said he didn't want anyone else seeing me naked. I didn't know what I'd do, but I'd find something. Philadelphia or Vegas, it didn't matter as long as we were together. Maybe we'd go somewhere new. A fresh start for both of us.

“I have a couple thousand dollars in cash.”

He was talking again and I turned my attention to him, ready to hear what he had planned for us.

“I'll have the hotel keep the room for a couple days. That should be enough time for you to find a nice apartment. I'll set up a joint account and wire money into it as soon as the bank opens tomorrow.”

I frowned, pulling the sheet more tightly around me. Something about this didn't sound right.

“I'll make sure there's enough money in it so you can quit stripping and focus on your dancing.”