Sinful Desires Vol. 1(5)

Dimly, I was aware that my phone was ringing, but I couldn't think of anything but the pleasure coursing through me. I cried out as my pussy tightened around Reed's fingers, stopping their movement and letting me ride out my orgasm without additional stimulation. When my muscles unclenched, Reed removed his fingers and I made a sound of protest, earning a laugh.

I was still blinking the haze away when I heard the sound of a foil packet ripping. That was good. I wasn't entirely sure I was coherent enough to have thought of protection. A moment later, I felt him pulling aside the crotch of my panties and I forced my eyes to focus, locking with his as he entered me. My thigh muscles trembled as he slowly inched his way inside. He was so thick, stretching me until it was just this side of painful, but I never considered asking him to stop. I didn't know where he was on a size scale, but as he came to rest all the way inside me, I did know I'd never been so full.

He lowered himself over me until our bodies were touching, but his arms kept his full weight off of me. His lips came down on mine as he began to move, drawing whimpers of half-pained pleasure from my throat. He swallowed each one as he thrust into me, each stroke rubbing the base of his cock against my clit until I was writhing beneath him. I was going to come again and my entire body trembled in anticipation.

“I'm not going to last long,” Reed confessed, his voice barely a whisper. I could hear the strain. “You're too tight. Feel too good.”

I slid my hands down his back and over his ass. I hadn't realized until then that he'd taken his pants off, or at least pushed them down. My fingers ran over the firm muscles and I dug my nails in, encouraging him to move harder, faster.

He pushed himself up, grabbing onto my hips. The change in angle dragged the head of his cock across that spot inside me and I cried out. I wrapped my hands around his wrists, feeling the tendons and muscles there moving as he began to slam into me, pushing himself deeper than before. His fingers dug into my flesh and I rode the line of pain and ecstasy as he drove me toward my second orgasm.

He groaned as he buried himself, the muscles in his body twitching as he came. Still, even as he climaxed, he rotated his hips, rubbing against me exactly the way I needed to push me over the edge. I wrapped my arms around him as he slumped down, my body moving against his as I drew out every last drop of pleasure, wanting to savor the moment I knew would never happen again.

When he finally rolled off of me, I felt a pang of loss. But he pulled me close, kissing my hair and whispered, “I’ll be right back.”

I rolled onto my side, curling into a ball of contentment just as the memory of my phone ringing suddenly came back to me. I groaned as I stretched out to snag my purse from the floor. I moved onto my stomach as I pulled out my phone and saw that I had a missed call from Anastascia.

“Shit,” I swore quietly as I listened to the voicemail.

“Piper, where the hell are you? You went out for some air and now I can't find you and you're not picking up your phone? You better hope to hell you've been kidnapped or I'm going to kick your ass.”

I quickly hit the call back button and closed my eyes as I waited for the inevitable scolding. She answered on the first ring and didn't even bother with a greeting, launching into a lecture about how I'd scared the shit out of her and I'd better have a good reason for leaving and not telling her where I was going. I waited until she paused for air before I spoke.

“I went for a walk and lost track of time.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“I'm so sorry. I'll never do it again,” I promised, letting my voice take on a teasing note. As I'd hoped, it defused her anger.

“Well, where are you? I'll come pick you up.”

I stifled a laugh, picturing the expression on her face if I told her I was currently in Reed Stirling's bed. “I'm taking a taxi back. Wait for me. I'll be there in a few.”

“All right.” She sounded reluctant, but I didn't waste time trying to convince her.

I said my good-bye, hung up and shoved my phone back in my purse, pushing myself onto my knees as Reed came back into the bedroom. He slid his arms around my waist and my body hummed from the contact. He pressed his lips against the hollow spot under my ear. I shivered and closed my eyes, resenting the fact that I had to go.

“I have to get back. Anastascia's worried about me.”

“Is that who called earlier?”

“Yeah. I'd told her I was going out for some air.” I reluctantly removed myself from his embrace and set about collecting my clothes. “Needless to say, I've been gone a bit longer than I'd planned.”

I heard a hint of pride in his voice as he said, “I'll call you a cab.”

I managed to get dressed before he finished, but he was still naked when he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against him. His mouth came down on mine and I was helpless to do anything but kiss him back. My arms wrapped around his neck and I pressed my body against his. He groaned as my hips ground against his cock and I knew he must still be sensitive. The thought made me push my hips harder against him as I tangled my tongue with his. I wanted him to remember this, to remember me.

His hands cupped my ass, squeezing and kneading the muscles and sending a rush of desire through me. I was still wet from before and now I was practically dripping. Just as I was beginning to think it might be worth Anastascia being mad to have another round with Reed, a car honked outside.

I broke the kiss but stayed in his arms a moment longer. “That's my ride.”

He cupped the side of my face. “Are you sure you can't stay longer?” He brushed his knuckles down the side of my face.

“I really have to go.” I took a step back and headed for the door. By the time I reached his front door, he was only a few steps behind me, dressed in a pair of pants, but still shirtless.

“I'd come with you,” he said as he followed me down to the sidewalk. “But I can only take my sister in small doses, and I've had enough today to last a while.”

I smiled, trying not to show my combination of relief and disappointment. Part of me wanted to show back up at the reunion   with Reed, just to see the looks on everyone's faces, especially Rebecca's. Another part wanted to keep all this secret, something private just for me. His decision saved me from having to make that choice.

I paused before climbing into the taxi, unsure how I was supposed to end this. He reached out and pushed back some hair from my face.

“When can I see you again?”

My heart twisted and I leaned forward to brush my lips over his. I couldn't tell him the truth, so I settled for a vague lie. “Let's let fate decide.”

I got into the backseat and closed the door before he could respond. As the driver pulled away from the curb, I leaned back in the seat and resisted the urge to turn for one last look. I wasn't planning on another return to the city, so I knew this would be the last time I'd ever see Reed. And I knew it was for the best. I hadn't come back looking for love and I didn't want it. Not with someone from Philadelphia. My life was in Las Vegas now and that wasn't going to change.





Chapter 5

As I climbed out of the cab and looked up at my apartment building, I sighed. Everything that had happened in the past few days seemed like some sort of dream.

The rest of the reunion   had gone about as well as expected, with me dodging more bitchy comments and hateful stares. Finally, Ana had taken mercy on me and declared it time to go. I’d never been so relieved to exit a room in my life.

The following day was much better, just the two of us enjoying each other, laughing at old times and sharing our hopes and dreams. We’d eaten in, ordering take out since neither of us wanted to cook. We’d shared a bottle of wine, and then another, laughing and talking into the wee hours of the morning.

Next morning, at the airport, I’d been close to tears as I hung onto this beautiful girl. As much as I’d wanted to be home, I hadn’t felt like leaving.

I was definitely glad I'd slept with Reed. Maybe that was the problem, I thought as I trudged up the dark and dingy stairs. Apart from the actual reunion  , things had gone so well that coming back here just made my real life seem drab and miserable by comparison.

I opened the door to my apartment and wrinkled my nose. Rosa had been trying to cook again. The stench of burnt something-or-other was still fresh. My roommate was three years older than me and had been stripping in Vegas since she was sixteen. Ten years later, she still worked at The Diamond Club, and it was even more sleazy than it had been when she'd started. She was nice enough, but we weren't close. She hadn't just accepted her life… she liked it. And she knew I didn't, which could make things a bit tense at times.

“You have messages,” Rosa announced as she came out of her bedroom.

“Thanks, Rosa.” I put my bag down and picked up the first one from Tammy.

As I read, I sat down, unable to believe my eyes. The note after Tammy's was from one of the other girls and said the same thing. Each one, some from co-workers, two from managers, was nearly identical. I needed to come down to The Twilight Room to pick up my last check and then go to the police station to give a statement about whether or not I'd ever been ordered to have sex with a patron.

“What the fuck?” I stared at the stack of papers.

“Sucks.” Rosa adjusted her bra, then reached for a coffee mug. “I heard some girls talking about it. Seems like The Twilight Room was a front for sex trafficking.”