Sinfully

by Riley, Leighton

  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.

  I hated myself for wanting to comfort him, to let him know I had feelings for him, but he had taken it too far. “Y-Yes. It was. You have gone above and beyond fucking up any chance you had to be with me. I can’t even stand to look at you anymore. Leave, Ryder. Please.” I hadn’t decided that until it came out of my mouth, but I knew I couldn’t be around him. I felt the pull to him as well and would be damned if I let it suck me in. I needed a clean break from Ryder. I just wished it didn’t hurt so damn bad as I watched him walk out of my room with his broad shoulders lowered in defeat. He was muttering something but I didn’t catch what it was, and I didn’t need to.

  Ryder

  Upon walking into Haze, I realized it was going to take some time to find Payton with how jam packed it was. I started off at the bar, hoping to catch a glimpse of her alone having a drink. It wasn’t probable, but I needed a place where I could see the dance floor in addition to the tables lined along the walls. I ordered a Jack and Coke and leaned my back against the bar, getting a feel for the place. It was dark with strobe lights lighting up the dance floor and waitresses had on deep red, form-fitting dresses with black heels. They fit in with the crowd, and if it wasn’t for the trays in their hands, I would have guessed they were there for fun. There was a VIP area in the corner, but I wasn’t close enough to see who was there.

  After I finished my drink, I made my way through the tables, glancing at the dance floor when the chance was there. I knew it was just a hunch and had a sick feeling in my stomach that I was too late. I wasn’t sure what I’d do if I didn’t find her because that would mean she was probably already with some dick as ‘research’ for her sequel. I hated thinking about her with another guy, let alone some random tourist who was looking for a hook up while he was away on business. Fucker probably had a wife and kids at home.

  I made my way to the dance floor, but as I tried to move past the group of clearly intoxicated cougars, I was grabbed and manhandled by two of them. They were pushing fifty and were dressed as if they were maybe twenty-five. The blonde was in front while the redhead surprised me from behind and they started touching me, everywhere! It was so unexpected that I decided to just go with it. They seemed harmless and they were short enough that I could see above them for a glimpse of Reece.

  Payton.

  Fuck!

  I thought I had caught a glimpse of her walking to the dance floor with two extremely well-built guys but I got distracted when I felt a tongue on my now exposed chest. The blonde was tracing my abdominal muscles as if she was what I wanted. I shouldn’t have consented to the MILF’s in the first place, but I realized that a little too late. When I tried to pull my shirt down and move away from the duo, the redhead grabbed my ass and blurted out their room number upstairs and that I could watch or join in on their fun.

  Yeah. I wasn’t sure how to respond to that one so I just said thanks and walked away. They would find some other prey before the next song so I didn’t put too much thought into it.

  My attempt to find Payton was accomplished when I almost ran into personal trainer number one grinding up against my girl. My girl? Shit. They seemed comfortable with one another and I saw red. His hands were caressing her in intimate spots and he looked like he was ready to fuck her right then and there. I carefully moved up next to him so that Payton wouldn’t turn to look.

  “Hey, man. Just saw your friend over there get escorted out by security. He seemed really drunk and pissed. You may want to go check up on that.” It was worth a shot.

  He gave me a onceover and turned to look at Payton who was lost in the music and paying no attention to us whatsoever.

  “Tell her I’ll be right back.” With that, he left quickly and I thought he must be really fucking stupid if he left her all alone with another guy at a club. Payton was hot as shit but didn’t realize just how beautiful she
was, which made her all the more irresistible.

  I slid in his place seamlessly and I had my doubts if she even realized it was a different body behind her. She ground herself into me and began moving my hands over her stomach and just a tad bit lower. Not able to stop myself from asking, I questioned if she was wet for me and her response was her hand placing mine over her warm mound. My erection was pushed against my jeans, just waiting to be freed. I smiled until I realized she could have thought I was still fuck-face and had meant to have his hand there. Damn it! She barely knew the guy and was clearly giving the go ahead for what he hoped would happen after the club.

  I needed her alone. I couldn’t get thoughts of her and that fucker out of my head, but her grinding against me was making me lose control. I was pissed and horny. That was not a good combination for me and Payton was about to take the brunt of it. After demanding she go upstairs with me, it seemed like she finally realized who I was. Knowing she hadn’t thought it was me when she put my hand on her pussy made me enraged.

  I knew she was confused and shocked to see me, but I didn’t feel like I was the one who needed to explain myself at that moment. She was the one about to hook up with some stranger so she could add another chapter to her book. I just wished she didn’t look so damn fuckable, looking innocent as she fumbled with her room key. Being pissed and turned on made me conflicted as to what I needed to confront first—my needs or my questions.

  My need to be with her was winning over as I stepped into the room. I was jealous and angry but I needed to touch her. After she was underneath me, I made myself ask about the other guy. I needed to know that he was someone random who she didn’t care about. When she told me she’d known him for a while, I immediately knew she meant it was probably one of the guys in her book. I wanted to go back down to the club and punch his face in, but feeling her squirm against my dick was keeping me in the moment. I probably didn’t approach her tendencies in sin city in the most appropriate manner and felt bad immediately after asking about her quick fucks and quicker goodbyes. The woman made my head spin when I was around her.

  Her skin glistened with a thin layer of sweat from dancing in the club. She bit her plump lip as I thought about whether or not I should make her suffer a little more or give in and have my way with her. She was definitely needy at the moment.

  I needed to know if she really was Reece. I felt guilty going off an assumption without confirming it from the source, but all the signs led to me being correct. It was one of the few times I hoped I was wrong.

  Feeling her push herself against my erection was my final undoing and I couldn’t wait any longer to feel her warmth surrounding me. Once she was on top of me, I couldn’t think of a single thing besides feeling her warmth around me. She moved in sync with me and made the sexiest little moans I had only heard once before.

  Her slick arousal made it easy for me to slide in, but she was so tight I had to concentrate on not losing control. Her tits bounced as she rode me with smooth, determined motions. When she looked into my eyes, I could see passion, hurt, and desperation all at once. I wondered briefly if she would be different with other men in Vegas. She had hidden her pain so well from me until that night.

  She seemed to like the power of being on top, but I needed to be in control. I wanted to show her everything I couldn’t say out loud. I knew once I told her I knew about her other book that everything would change. I wanted to feel with Payton before everything transformed into shit.

  I was lost in the moment, us coming together was so fucking hot that I didn’t even realizing whose name I shouted. I was in a state of bliss until I heard her mention me calling her Reece. Fuck. I’m a jackass.

  It wasn’t the best timing but she needed to know. I had hoped that she could understand how I put the pieces of the puzzle together and hadn’t realized who she was until the night in my hotel room.

  Her reaction was not what I expected at all and I didn’t even understand the complete reasoning behind her outrage. I wasn’t planning on exposing her and didn’t mean to find out the way I did. She mentioned something about some letters but by then she was full-on pissed. I was left dumbfounded since nothing I mentioned fazed her. I tried to let her know I wanted Payton, not Reece, but she didn’t care.

  I left feeling defeated and slightly confused. I was not expecting any of what happened that to occur. I knew I needed to give her time but hated the idea of leaving there feeling as though I had lost any chance I had. She seemed too upset for me finding out she wrote that book. I didn’t even care about her being with fuck-face anymore and I had no idea what my next move should be.

  Payton

  The trip was not turning out like I had planned. Vegas was an escape from my real life issues and all of them were there with me. I went there to get away from Ryder, yet he found me. I didn’t think the creepy stalker person would know I was there, yet he found me, too. My heart hurt watching Ryder walk out that door but I was so unbelievably pissed off at him and the situation that I didn’t care about my heart at the moment.

  He betrayed me. He knew who I was and decided to play a sick game with me. Those letters still scared me. What if he’s crazy and would do anything to have me for himself? I didn’t know him well enough to trust him and I hated that I had feelings for him.

  After lying in bed for who knows how long, I decided he wasn’t allowed to ruin the rest of my night. I wiped the dark smudges away from my eyes and reapplied my eye makeup, fixed my dress, and did a onceover in the mirror. I looked freshly fucked. My hair was wilder than normal, lips a plump red, and I hadn’t realized my bra strap was showing.

  I contemplated stripping down and taking another hot bath and having a party for one in my room all night but decided that was just sad. I was curious what had happened to Tate and wanted to see if he was still down there.

  Putting on my big girl face, I stepped out of the room and headed back downstairs. I walked past the poker tables and smiled, thinking that was another option if I didn’t find Tate. The later the night got, the hotter and flirtier the men were. Glad I had a plan B, I walked back into Haze and went straight to the bar. Ordering a whiskey sour, I took a few minutes to calm my nerves and get a grip on my emotions. I could still feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins and was positive I would be doing something I regretted if I headed out to find the first hot guy on the dance floor. I needed to be in control. I hated the feeling that I had lost the power and hoped Tate hadn’t been run off by Storm Ryder. Did he not realize how close his name was from Storm Ryder when you said it last name first? Ryder Strom. Strom Ryder. Storm Ryder. What a dick. I’m grateful he took the hint and left. I wasn’t too worried about him showing up at the club, since it seemed like he was leaving for good.

  My drink was gone in less than two minutes and I stood to head to the dance floor when I felt a hand at my back. I froze at the touch and waited a moment before turning around. It was definitely a man’s hand and I hoped it was Tate’s. I could feel him coming closer to me, to the point where his breath was on my neck. “Back for more, sweetie?”

  Tyler. I turned around at the sound of his voice, and with one look, I could tell he was so far gone I was surprised he was still standing. “You look like you’ve been quite successful at celebrating, Tyler. Where are the rest of the guys?”

  “Am I not enough for you, sugar? You gotta try out the goods before knockin’ them.”

  Yep. He reeked of alcohol and would pass out as soon as he got upstairs. I wondered where the bride-to-be was. She shouldn’t see him like this.

  “I bet the goods are… good? Again, Tyler, where are the rest of your friends?” I was getting nowhere with him.

  “Well, I saw Darren and two of my other buddies head out with some cougars a while ago. Johnny went back upstairs to be with his bitch-ass wife. I’m pretty sure Tate just left here with a petite little gymnast or something. She told us she performed in one of the shows on the strip and could twist into any position he wanted.
” He let me know the tidbit about Tate with a huge grin on his face.

  “Really? Tate left already?” I had such shitty luck. I wanted him to help me forget about Ryder and didn’t feel like finding someone else at that hour. That party for one in my hotel room sounded like my best option.

  “Yeaapp. It’s just you and me, baby. Were you ready to go upstairs, too? I think I might need a little help getting undressed and my wifey and I have sep-sep-ret rooms tonight. I need yous, Payton.” His arm was slung over my shoulders and his index finger was making its way from my lips to my chest.

  “Tyler. I will help you upstairs and help you to bed, but nothing else. Got it? You’re getting married tomorrow and I’m not about to fuck that up, too.”

  “Got it, sugar. Take me to bed.” Fuck my life.

  Remember what I said about all of Tate’s friends looking like personal trainers, too? Yeah, Tyler was huge. He was able to walk, but kept swaying toward me and pressing into my shoulders, making me bear more than I could handle of his weight.

  “Oof! Tyler, get off of me!” Douche-monkey had effectively fallen on top of me in a very, compromising position. I was on my belly underneath him and he had his hips matched up with mine. It was in the middle of the casino floor and we were definitely making a scene.