Sinfully (11 page)

I briefly lost his touch behind me but soon felt his fingers snake their way to my stomach, heading even lower and I heard a growl as he skimmed over my pussy.  He whispered so low, “Are you wet for me right now, baby?”  Without putting much thought into it, I grabbed his hand and put it back over my mound and applied pressure to encourage him.  I was so turned on that I couldn’t wait to get back to the room, strip out of my dress, and lose myself in him.

He pushed his hips against mine with a thrust and I couldn’t help but gasp.  Through his jeans, I could feel his massive erection.  I threw my head back and closed my eyes, wanting to enjoy the moment.  His hands were all over me, moving in motion with me.  He nipped my ear with his teeth, sucking on it gently afterward.

“Upstairs.  I can’t wait any longer to strip you bare and fuck you so hard you’ll remember me every time you take a step tomorrow.”

 
I know that voice.  Ryder
. 

With how loud it was, in addition to me being consumed by the music, I wondered how long he had been behind me without recognizing the small differences between Tate’s and Ryder’s body behind me and his seductive voice compared to Tate’s carefree one.  My body responded before it registered with my brain and I was pooling with desire, yet frozen and unable to turn around.  It must be the alcohol.  He wouldn’t be in Vegas and sure as hell wouldn’t be in the same club as me.

I could feel his jaw clench against my ear when he demanded, “Now, Payton.”  He took my hand and led me out of the club. 
How in the holy hell did he find me here?  Didn’t he know I left to get away from him?

“Wh-What are you doing here, Ryder?  Shouldn’t you be finishing up your business trip?”

“My trip brought me to Vegas for the night.  Show me to your room.”

He was short with his words and something seemed to be bothering him, but I was too scared to ask what that could be.  He held his hand along my lower back, guiding me even though I knew the way.  I stayed silent as we rode up the elevator, leading him down the hallway to my suite.  I fumbled nervously with my key and he finally grabbed it out of my hand to complete the task for me. 

Someone was in a mood.  

I made my way into the room, starting to walk toward the lower level where the couch was, but he guided me to the bed instead.  I lay down, Ryder towering over me as he lowered himself on top of me.  He was oozing sex appeal and pure masculinity and I was left feeling hot and bothered.  I was close enough to see a single bead of sweat rolling down the side of his face.  I wanted to lick it up, tasting the saltiness on my tongue.

I looked up into his eyes and saw pure anger and lust.  I should be frightened but just having Ryder near made my core tingle.  His hard abdominal muscles pressed against my stomach and I wanted to feel more of him.  He kept working his jaw, seconds ticking by before he spoke up.

 “Were you having fun with that fucker at the club?  Did I ruin your plans to fuck him tonight?  Is that what turns you on, Payton?  Quick fucks and quicker goodbyes?”  His eyes were a deep blue and I could see his jaw tensing up.  He wasn’t letting himself touch my body and I was impressed with the strength of his arms.  I briefly wondered what Ryder had done to get Tate to leave without notice, but the man above me held my attention more than my questions about Tate.

 “He’s a friend from a while back.  We were just having fun.  I wasn’t expecting him to be here.”  He looked away for the briefest of moments and I saw pain and anger in his eyes when he returned his gaze.

I couldn’t stop thinking about his erection that kept grazing my thigh and writhed underneath him to feel more of him.  I knew he was angry but I still wanted him terribly.  Angry sex could be hot.  He noticed my movement and pushed himself against me with more force than I was ready for and I involuntarily let out a loud moan which earned me a smirk from him.

“So you
do
want me.  Why did you run, Payton?  Worried I may find out your dirty little secrets?  You can’t deny what you feel for me. Hell, I can feel it when we are anywhere near each other.  Everything about you gives you away—your eyes, voice, erect nipples.  Your pulse has gotten faster, and the way you’re breathing has changed since we got to your room.  I know without a doubt that you want my cock deep inside you right now.”

“Right now, I
do
want you, Ryder.  I can’t stop thinking about your fingers being inside me just like in your hotel room back in San Diego.  I want you so badly I can’t think straight.”  He didn’t have to know that it would be our first and last time together.  I had a taste of him the other night and was dying to get the whole thing.  Just remembering the feel of Ryder’s hot mouth against my clit—his moans as I took him in my mouth—I couldn’t think of anything but him filling me with his hard length.

Wait
.
 Dirty little secrets? Quick fucks and quicker goodbyes? 
What did he mean by that?   I felt like I may have an abnormal amount of dirty little secrets but why would he say the other?  We haven’t talked about any of my tendencies while in Las Vegas. 

I also doubt he put two and two together about my birth parents and I don’t think he’d use ‘dirty little secrets’ as the terminology for that one.  What could he have on me? 

I came up with the conclusion that he probably thought Tate and I used to be intimate with each other since we were all over each other on the dance floor.  Who cared if I had a past with Tate?  Ryder doesn’t get to judge my past.

“My past is my past.  I know these feelings I have for you are scaring the shit out of me, Ryder.  I can’t do a relationship.  I can’t let you in and tell you what made me who I am today.  I’m not putting myself in a position to get hurt.  I won’t allow it.”

He effectively got me to stop talking by crushing his lips to mine and moving his body closer to me so I could feel his hard body against my soft one.  He kissed me with all his anger and lust.  He moved to my neck and began kissing and licking right below my ear.  I could hear his heavy breathing as he gently sucked on my earlobe, nibbling just enough to stifle another moan out of me.  His hands roamed possessively over my body, caressing my soft skin.  He shifted my dress to my waist and just the feel of his fingers skimming my panty line made me moan in anticipation.  I was getting so wet just thinking about what it would feel like when his hand ventured over my panties.  I wanted him so badly and didn’t think I could wait much longer.  He was so close to my sex and touched everywhere
but
there.  This beautiful man was going to be the death of me.  He was driving me fucking crazy and I just wanted him to fuck me!

His lips continued their unhurried, torturous journey downward, beginning with my shoulders, leisurely making his way to my ample breasts.  He spent equal time massaging and twirling his tongue around each of my pebbled nipples, eliciting moans out of me frequently.  I grabbed his hair to hold him closer, not able to get enough of him.  Ryder took his time getting to know my body, tugging my clothes off carelessly as he moved down my body.  “I find your curves and firm stomach irresistible, Payton.  I’ve imagined how your smooth skin would feel against mine all week.”  I wanted to touch the ridges on his chest and his oh so sexy V but he never allowed me the chance.

 After devouring every inch of me, I finally felt him move down my body, and heard his belt being unbuckled and his zipper sliding down.  I looked up to see him pulling his pants off but his black boxer briefs were still on, his noticeable erection peaking out at the top of the material.  His eyes were fixed on me as I lay naked in front of him, wet and waiting.  Lowering himself between my legs, he brought my calves up and laid them on top of his shoulders.  Teasing my pussy at an agonizingly slow place, he began by dragging his tongue up and down my wet entrance, and then slowly circled my swollen clit with the lightest of touches.  Once I was panting with need, he flicked it quickly and rubbed it forcefully with the flat of his tongue.  I squirmed with need as he inserted two of his fingers, giving a ‘come hither’ motion once inside.  He caressed me in the perfect spot, and just as I was about to come, he fucking stopped and started the whole process over.  The cocky bastard knew what he was doing to me and loved the power he was holding over me at that moment.   

“I need you inside me, Ryder.  Please.”  I didn’t care if I was begging.  My brief encounter with his cock in his hotel room made me crave more.  Just the thought of his rock hard shaft inside me was enough to make me come on the spot.  Sliding his boxer briefs off with one hand while hovering over me, elbow propped up beside me, I was anxious for him.  His chest wasn’t as big as Tate’s, but it was solid muscle, and his stomach was so well defined I could see all the muscle groups that ultimately led down to his impressive cock.

He pulled out a condom and I gave a quiet ‘thank you’ at the present that was wrapped before me.  I was in awe as I watched him stroke his hard shaft while he rolled the condom on.  I got on my knees to meet him at the edge and pulled him onto the bed first.  I was tired of him being in control.  I straddled him and began kissing him passionately, trying to show him how much I wanted him and missed him.  I lowered myself slowly down on top of his shaft.  I gasped at how full I felt and it took me a moment to move all the way down.  I found his hands and linked out fingers together as I began riding him at a leisurely place.  He looked up at me with desire in his eyes.  He moved his hands to my hips to control my movements, guiding me higher before slamming back into me.  He was thrusting upward, ramming into my tight pussy, as I continued to ride him.  Sex had never been so hot.  

We were both obviously used to being the dominate one in bed but I wasn’t about to give it up that easily.  I grabbed his hands and moved them above his head. He took my signal and put them behind his head, finally taking the hint.  He felt so good inside of me.  He was pushing into me, hitting just the right spot, when my first orgasm took me by surprise.  I was tightening around him and trying to stifle my screams of pleasure.  Ryder’s eyes were alight with fire as he watched me writhe as I came, licking his lips and thrusting harder.

Ryder flipped me on my side and must have decided it was his turn for power.  He played with my clit while pounding into me and I couldn’t help but shout his name as he brought me closer to bliss again.  

“I love how you feel inside me, Ryder.  Fuck me harder.”

“Yeah?  You like that?  I fucking love it when you clench your muscles around me.  It makes you so tight it almost hurts.  Come for me again.”

“Oh...Ryder.  Fuck, I’m about to…faster… right there!”

“I’m coming with you.  Oh fuck!  Oh, Reece!”  He let out a load moan as he jerked inside of me, coming at the same time I did.  We were both panting and out of breath as we lay there silently for a few minutes.  He shifted to lie beside me and placed his arm comfortingly over my waist.

As I came down from my high, I finally processed what had just come out of his mouth. 
Did he just call me Reece?
 No, I was imagining that.  He didn’t know I was Reece. 

“Did you…did you just call me…
Reece
?”  I gave him a confused look, hoping I sounded crazy instead of being correct.  

“I’m sorry.  I thought you liked being called that when you’re in Vegas hooking up.  Or does it make you feel better when you give them your real name?  I’d like to know proper protocol here.”

It all clicked into place.  How could I have been so naïve? 
This is not happening.
  I felt sick to my stomach and I’m pretty sure the room was beginning to spin.  I thought no one knew that I was Reece Edwards except for Chloe.  The wax
R
.  Ryder.  How long had he known?  More importantly, did he know that I knew he was the creepy letter sender?  I needed to be smart about handling the situation, but I was so beyond pissed that I couldn’t think straight.  I took a moment to close my eyes and take a deep breath but that did no good.

“Get out.  Right now.  Get the fuck out of my room.  Was this your plan…to manipulate me?  Just because you didn’t like what I wrote doesn’t mean you should start stalking me, you sick fuck.  Were you trying to get the real thing?  Books not working for you anymore?  It seems a bit much to fly out to Vegas to get the ‘Reece experience’, motherfucker.”  I was on the verge of tears and needed him to leave before they started flowing freely.  I knew I shouldn’t have gotten close to him. 
I fucking knew it.

“So you really
are
her.  I mean, I had my theory, but holy shit!”  He rubbed his hand over his face before trying to speak again.  “I don’t care about what happened in this city, Payton.  I want to get to know
you
, not her.  I just had to know if it was true or not.”  His words weren’t making sense to me at that point but I didn’t care to ask him for clarification.

“Who
are
you? 

“Ryder Strom, or R. Strom when I’m addressing authors I am looking to sign.  I didn’t put the links together immediately, either.”

I was done talking with him and said as much.  “You were the publisher I was emailing back and forth?  How could you keep that from me?  Do you normally sleep with your authors or was this your way of negotiating, you jackass?  What the fuck was with those letters?  Do you like to scare the hell out of women?  Is that what you need to get off? ”

 Yep, then came the tears.  I wanted to be alone and curl up on the bed and cry myself to sleep. Why wasn’t he moving from the bed? 

“What are you talking about…letters?  I didn’t come here for Reece.  We don’t know each other that well, but I can’t stop thinking about you.  I go to bed thinking about you.  I hated the way it felt when I read your letter.  Was it a goodbye letter, Payton?  You at least owe me an explanation as to why you left.”

I wiped away the tears and looked up into his eyes.  I was surprised at the amount of emotion I saw reflecting back at me.  He almost looked hurt.