Reed stifled a moan. “I have a terrible cramp in my leg. I think I need to roll over so you can work on it.”
“That sounds like a good idea,” I whispered.
Reed rolled over, taking care not to upset my position straddling his waist. His erection pushed up through the thin veil of his underwear, adding fire to my growing need to have him inside of me. I rubbed my fingers through his chest hair and looked into eyes, which burned with desire for me.
Reed’s hands encircled my waist and scooted me back as he sat up. I stayed perfectly still as he leaned in, teasing my lips with a slow deep kiss. He pulled back and looked at me tenderly. “I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you,” he declared and began kissing my neck. “You were sitting at the bar staring off into space with the most beautiful smile on your face and I knew I had to have you.”
“I wanted you too.” I nuzzled his neck and then hesitated. How was I supposed to tell him that I haven’t had sex in forever and that I’m not that kind of girl, after giving him a dirty massage and leading him on? He hijacked my brain and all of my senses with his rugged sexuality, but I didn’t do one-night stands. “It’s been a long time. I don’t just sleep with men, I —“
He quieted my mouth with a reassuring kiss. “This isn’t a one night stand for me. I want to keep seeing you and see where things go. Of course, if that’s okay with you?”
His words broke down my final wall, letting out years of pent up sexual energy. “I want you,” I breathed against his chest. “I mean… I want to see where this goes. And I want you. You know what I mean?”
He leaned back and grinned, his dark eyes watching me flounder behind the thick stalks of his eyelashes.
I took a breath and composed myself. “What I’m trying to say is, make love to me.”
Reed’s eyes never left mine as he picked me up and stood me on my feet. I stared straight ahead, my breath catching in my throat as he walked around me all the while caressing my neck. His hot breath on my back soon became replaced with the chill of the night air, as he unzipped my dress and it fell to the ground, pooling at my feet. Left wearing nothing but a virginal white bra and panty set, I fought the urge to writhe under the scrutiny of his sexy eyes.
He circled me again, taking in my body with intense focus. “You’re perfect,” he whispered in my ear.
Oceans stood between me and perfection, but the way he said it with absolute conviction, almost made me believe that I was good enough.
He ran a finger up my spine, sending shivers skittering across my back. “Your skin is so soft,” he murmured.
Unable to stop myself, I arched my back and swayed to the magical song of his touch.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” I answered without a moment’s hesitation.
“Sit on the edge of the bed and spread your legs.”
I followed his command, spreading my legs and leaning back onto my palms. A ghost of a smile played across his face and then all I could see was the glossy black hair on the top of his head. I let out a low moan as he ran his warm wet tongue down my inner thigh all the way to my panties.
“Mmm. I’m going to spoil your pretty little pussy.” Reed buried his nose between my legs and inhales deeply. “You smell so fucking good, I could come just smelling you.”
I closed my eyes and grabbed the edge of the bed hard. My breath came in short pants as his tongue wet the crotch of my panties. Reed took his time slowly licking me from the back to the front. Pushing me toward the edge as he neared my clit, then bringing me back from the brink with his withdrawal. “I want you inside of me,” I whined. “Please, fuck me!”
“Not yet.” His lips didn’t leave me as he spoke.
Each lick brought a flurry of electric currents racing through my body. Reed took his time, giving me enough pleasure to make me moan and pant, but not enough to make me come. Every time the pressure built in my clit and I started to clench my thighs, he let up, leaving me with the female equivalent of blue balls.
“Fuck me. I need to feel you inside of me,” I begged.
“Eva, patience.” He grabbed the thin lace piece of fabric that constituted my panties and ripped it in two. Without the barrier between us, every sensation intensified. I gripped the bed even harder and threw my head back in pleasure. His magical tongue alternated between flicking my clit and delving deep into my pussy.
“I’m going to come,” I panted out, weary that he would stop.
“Come in my mouth.” Reed’s tongue worked faster swirling in little circles around my clit. I felt him slip a finger in my pussy and the tension that had been building in my belly exploded. I shattered into the best orgasm of my life culminating into a scream that I almost didn’t recognize as my own. My legs clenched together and my hips bucked against his mouth, milking every last iota or pleasure from his tongue. My calves tightened and my toes curled, before I went limp and every bit of tension left my muscles.
I fell back onto the bed, exhausted and totally sated.
Reed lay next to me, gazing down at me in my post-orgasm haze. “You taste amazing.” He kissed my forehead and snuggled me into his side.
I looked at him with his shirt off, my appetite for more quickly returning. I needed to see what he was hiding under his pants. I grabbed his khakis and tried to undo the button, but was stopped by his gentle hand.
“Tonight is all about you. I only want to pleasure you.” Reed gently pulled me away from my very important task.
I grinned. “It would pleasure me to have your dick in my mouth.”
“I like the way that sounds, just not tonight,” he said firmly.
“Is there anyway I can get you to change your mind?” He gave me one of the best orgasms of my life and I wanted more.
“No. Just lay back and relax while I pamper you. I need another taste before driving us back.” His hands teased my legs open.
“Oh, alright. I suppose we could do that again,” I giggled.
And we did. Three more times before driving back to Club Voyeur.
Chapter 8
“Wake-up sleepy head!”
My right eye involuntarily snapped open, too eager to follow Marlowe’s command as the rest of my body stayed in a state of precious slumber. Marlowe stared down at me, a huge grin growing wider on her face by the second. The delicious smell of coffee enticed my other eye open. “Are those mochachinos?” I mumbled, staring at the coffee cups in Marlowe’s hands.
“Maybe.” Marlowe bit her lip for a few seconds, unable to hold back the impish grin that I knew and loved. “Somebody got lucky last night.” Her singsong voice seemed unnecessarily loud.
I closed my eyes and let the memory of Reed waft over me like a cool sea breeze. Lucky couldn’t even begin to describe what I got last night.
When I arrived home last night, no, this morning, Marlowe’s bed was still made. I hadn’t seen her since the night of the rave. “How did you know?” I croaked.
“You have a certain just fucked glow about you.” Marlowe snickered.
I sat up and cleared my throat. Marlowe handed me my latte and I took a sip of pure heaven in a little blue cup. “I got more than lucky last night, I hit the jackpot.”
Marlowe nudged me over and made herself comfortable on my bed. “Tell me everything. Don’t leave anything out, and then I’ll tell you what I’ve been up to.”
After a moment’s hesitation, I told her all of the juicy details. When I finished, I felt a little guilty for kissing and telling. But after all Marlowe had shared with me over the years, it seemed only fair to tell her about Reed. I knew she wasn’t going to tell anyone else. I trusted her implicitly.
“Damn,” Marlowe whistled, “Eva’s got her groove back. How does it feel?”
I took a moment to think about her question before answering. “It feels amazing. I’m just going to have fun and see what happens. I’m not holding anything back anymore. Reed’s different. I know it’s going to sound crazy, but I think he could be t
he one.”
“The one what?” Marlowe’s eyes grew two sizes larger.
“I don’t know,” I sighed and grabbed a pillow hugging it tightly against my chest. “This is going to sound stupid and totally premature. But, I can see us dating when we get back to New York. I mean, he’s sexy, smart, and handsome, and did I say sexy? When I’m with him, I feel alive. It’s like before I met him, I wasn’t really living. I was just going through the motions of life. You know?”
“I do know,” Marlowe said wisely. “Now, come here and let me give you a hug.”
As Marlowe squeezed me in colossal hug, I couldn’t help but wonder what I would ever do without her. “Did I ever thank you for convincing me to stay here?” I asked.
“Yes, but you can always thank me again. I also wouldn’t turn down any gifts.” Marlowe smoothed my hair. “I’m so glad to see you happy again. When am I going to meet Reed, so I can give him my famous lie detector test?”
“I’m going to meet him for lunch later. It might be a little weird to sig detective Marlowe on him so soon. Maybe we can do a dinner toward the end of the week?”
“Dinner works for me. I can’t wait to meet him and make sure he’s worthy.”
“Oh he is,” I assured her.
“Now, you’re not going to believe what I’ve been up to.” Marlowe rubbed her hands together.
I leaned forward. Marlowe was truly in her element at Club Voyeur. I knew I was in for a good story. “Spill. I want to know absolutely everything you’ve done over the past day and a half.”
Marlowe cracked her knuckles. “Okay, remember Aaron and Will?”
“Of course, the two stoners from the boat.”
“Yeah, that’s them.” Marlowe’s face did something I had never seen before. It turned a deep crimson from her neck all the way up to her cheeks.
“Oh, no you didn’t?” I blurted out.
A look of pride splashed across her face. “Oh, yes I did. The night of the rave I was dancing with Will and then Aaron came up behind me and started kissing my neck. Before I knew what was happening, I was making out with Will and grinding with Aaron. It was sexy as hell. One thing led to another and we all ended up back in their room. Shit got wild. I may never be able to sleep with only one guy again.”
“It was that good?” I arched an eyebrow.
“Hell yeah. It was earth shattering. A real life changer. We’ve been pretty inseparable since the rave. I feel like a crummy friend, but I’ve been having so much fun here. Knowing that you have Reed alleviates some of my bad friend guilt.”
“Marlowe, even if I didn’t have Reed, you wouldn’t have to worry about me. I’m a big girl.”
“I know, but it’s my job to look out for you. If I had been a better friend, you wouldn’t have ended up with Jack and —“
“Let’s not go there.” I waved away the stench of my ex. “What happened with my ex is not your fault. I should have picked up on the million little tell tale signs that I was dating a total scumbag.”
“Fine.” Marlowe walked over to the vanity and started brushing her hair. “But I want to spend more time with you this week. This place is amazing. Maybe we could take a class together, or something. Will, Aaron, and I took a tantric sex class yesterday and then we put what we learned to good use afterwards. At one o’clock, we’re going to a fantasy role-play seminar. I can’t wait,” Marlowe squealed.
“Maybe I’ll check out a class this morning,” I said, seriously contemplating getting out of bed for the first time.
“What about the Kohler-Phillips retreat?” Marlowe turned to face me.
“Fuck it!” I set my cup down on the nightstand and flung myself back into the covers. “There’s no way in hell I’m getting the Paris job. I’m not going to show up for a bunch of stupid seminars so I can pad my resume and hope someone throws me a bone someday. I’m sick of the politics and misogynistic assholes in the real estate world. I’m finally taking your advice and putting myself first. The rest of the week is going to be filled with nothing but fun and debauchery.”
“Wow! She has a couple of orgasms and she grows a backbone.” Marlowe put her hands on her hips and gave me a once over. “Seriously though, I’m glad you’re handling it so well. I know how badly you wanted the Paris job.”
“Maybe it’s a blessing in disguise. If I got the job, I wouldn’t be able to see things through with Reed.”
“I hear you on that one. Too bad Aaron and Will live in bumble fuck Missouri. After this week, I’ll probably never see either of them again.” Despite her best efforts to hide it, Marlowe’s lips sagged at the corners broadcasting her real feelings.
“Maybe you could convince them to relocate to New York.” I let a twinge of optimism creep into my voice.
“Yeah, maybe.” Marlowe chewed on a long red fingernail. “I need to go do some heavy duty grooming before I meet up with the boys. Let’s make plans. Brunch one o’clock tomorrow afternoon at the Eros Restaurant and Bombar?”
“It’s a date.” I watched Marlowe waltz into the bathroom like she was floating on a cloud. It was amazing what some good sex could do for a girl. I knew I was still feeling the aftershocks of my evening. I couldn’t wait to repay the favor tonight, or maybe even this afternoon.
With my morning free, I grabbed the Club Voyeur itinerary and browsed the classes. I could take lap dancing 101 or poll dancing for beginners. Both skills could come in handy this week. I decided on lap dancing since it didn’t involve any equipment and seemed slightly more practical.
Now, what to wear? I closed my eyes and imagined an ensemble that included leg warmers.
***
With my back pressed firmly against the wall like it was my own personal life preserver, I watched as scores of women stretched and sauntered about in leotards and thongs. Wearing my purple NYU booty shorts and a sports bra, I didn’t quite fit in, which was a good thing.
Five minutes before the class was scheduled to start, women started claiming spots next to the chairs set up in rows across the room. By the time I started for a chair, there were no openings left in the back, my preferred space for all workout classes.
I scanned the room and quickly ran for a chair, only to be beat out by an oddly provocative looking Grandma. Afraid of being without a chair, I quickly grabbed the nearest one, which just happened to be IN THE FRONT ROW.
Dammit!
I wasn’t a front row kind of girl.
Should I stay or go?
Before I could make up my mind, the room abruptly quieted. A gorgeous blonde walked through the crowd and took her place on the stage directly in front of me.
It was the woman I had met in the hallway right after checking in. I couldn’t remember her name or anything about her other than what she was wearing that day, a skin-tight baby pink bandage dress and Lucite hooker heals.
Today, she stunned in a simple black leotard with a super low V-neck and super high-cut bottoms. Compared to her perfect golden wavy hair, tiny waist, and huge tits I was a mere mortal to her goddess.
I immediately hated her fucking guts.
I had a drop dead gorgeous best friend, I could handle being the cute friend, but something about this woman made me feel on guard. She wasn’t a girl’s girl, someone you could talk to about your faults and embarrassing secrets. No, she was the type of woman you wouldn’t want within one hundred yards of your man. Team Jolie all the way.
Did she know Reed?
I pushed the thought away almost as quickly as it came. I had no business being insecure about a man that I wasn’t even technically dating. Besides, so what if they did know each other?
Girl I Love You by Massive Attack blared over the sound system, signaling the beginning of the class and pleasantly interrupting my wayward train of thought. The bass reverberated in my core, making me feel sexy.
“Okay ladies, follow my lead.” Blonde Bimbo straddled her chair with impossibly long legs and unabashedly began to writhe to the music.
I can do
this.
I can do sexy.
I swung my leg around to straddle my chair a la Britney Spears in Vegas and just missed kicking the girl next to me in the head. It wasn’t my finest move, but I didn’t let it deter me.
With my butt firmly planted on the chair, my performance improved drastically. I copied all of the chair moves and didn’t fall on my face once. Within fifteen minutes, my heart thumped to the beat of the music. By the end of the class, I had created a small sweat puddle on the floor and had a solid routine ready for Reed tonight.
After executing a perfect back bend and kicking her legs over her head, Blonde Bimbo dismounted her chair and received a standing ovation. I clapped lamely, not willing to add to her big head with any more fanfare. She was pretty awesome, for a glorified stripper, but she already knew that. I wiped myself down and watched as one by one, my fellow classmates approached Blonde Bimbo to regale her with praise.
I awkwardly got in line. I wanted to say, “thank you,” and get the fuck out, but the person in front of me couldn’t stop gushing.
“Amazing class Ronnie. You always teach me so many new moves. You’re like an icon.” She was tapering off. “I’m totally coming to your next class.”
Ronnie?
As in Reed’s Ronnie?
Owner of the Tesla Ronnie?
Jealously pooled in my gut as Reed’s words echoed like a warning in my ears, “Ronnie and I go way back.”
Please don’t be that Ronnie!
“Uh hmmm.” Blonde Bimbo, aka Ronnie, cleared her delicate throat.
Apparently the gusher had finished her litany of compliments and it was my turn to say something. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
Even though Ronnie kept a straight face, her green cat eyes laughed at me.
I locked eyes with Ronnie. She arched an eyebrow. What was the bitch’s problem? Finally finding my voice, I said, “Good class,” and abruptly sped out of the room.
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