5 Nights (Sinful Delights Romance - Boxed Set) (5 page)

“Not to get in your business, but stripping?  I thought you were still a virgin.”  Lana rarely had a mouth filter and I laughed harder.

When the giggles subsided I managed to reply.  “I’m not going to sleep with men, I’m just going to dance.”  I walked over to the phone and ordered a large meat lover’s pizza.  The conversation stopped while I ordered, but I could see the questions in their eyes.

“It’s no big deal.”  Well it was, but I didn’t want to make it seem to be.  “Sin is training me to dance.  I’m hoping I can pay off the car repairs and maybe send some money home to my mom.”

“You falling for this guy?” Lana was eyeing me suspiciously and I had to wonder if my face showed how I felt about Sin.

“He’s beautiful to look at, but he doesn’t sleep with employees.”  And that was the crux of the matter.  I think if Sin had agreed to be my first, I would have taken the opportunity.  It was a shocking revelation.  I knew he made me feel things I didn’t understand.  Until that moment I didn’t realize that I actually wanted him to be my first.

“Be careful.  You’re a nice girl and seriously men like that, well I’m not sure you can trust them.”

I was offended that Kimberly was talking about Sin that way when she didn’t know him.  “He’s not that kind of man.”  Part of me wished he was.  It wasn’t like he didn’t have me in his bed naked earlier tonight.  If he’d have wanted me, I would have been easy to have.

“Sounds to me like you’re falling for this guy.” Leave it to Lana to see the truth.

“It really doesn’t matter.  He’s not interested.”  Admitting that left a hollow pit in my stomach.

“Unless he’s gay I’m sure he’s interested.” Lana laughed, and I blushed.  I knew she was gay, but that wasn’t my thing.

“If you ask me, keeping things business like is a smart idea.  You don’t need to get hurt by some man who probably goes through women like beer cans.”

Kimberly was really starting to annoy me.  “You don’t even know him.  How can you say he’s like that?”  I didn’t want to be upset with her, but her attitude was very hypocritical.

“He owns a strip club.  He exploits women for a living.  How can he not be a womanizer?”  She shrugged, and looked at me in disgust.  “Honestly, I don’t know how you can think of degrading yourself that way.”

“You have a right to your opinion.  I just don’t happen to share it.”  I knew how conservative Kimberley was.  My
admitting to becoming a stripper probably damned me to hell in her eyes.

“I’m sure it’s just killing you to be living with a lesbian and a stripper now.” Lana laughed.

I felt a bad for her in a way.  I’d always taken her side on most of the morality issues, and now I couldn’t defend her.  “Let’s just drop it and remember we’re all friends.”

“Fine.  Just remember my warning.  I really do care and don’t want you getting hurt.” Kimberley was pouting and I hated knowing she was upset with me.

“I’ll remember the advice.”  A knock at the door stalled the conversation.  I can’t say I’ve ever been so happy to see the pizza delivery guy before.  I covered the tab, and gave him a small tip.

We sat around stuffing our faces with pizza.  The atmosphere was not comfortable and I wished we could just forget our disagreement.  The dynamics in our relationship were changing.  I made a mental note not to bring up the dancing again with Kimberley.

chapter seven

Lift Off

Arriving at Sin’s house the next night was easier said than done.  There were so many confusing thoughts running through my mind.  He was unlike any man I’d known before, and I didn’t know what to expect.

A part of me hoped he would teach me more about my own sexuality, while the good girl in me balked at wanting such things.  Needless to say I was an emotional mess when he opened the door to let me in.

He was all professionalism as we walked back to the studio.  “Get warmed up and I’ll find some music for you to use.”

It seemed to me he was avoiding eye contact tonight.  Walking over to the pole I stretched my leg up, and overextended into a full split.  Staring up the pole, I wondered how much I remembered from my gymnastic days.  Reaching higher up on the cool steel, I pulled my legs around it and climbed. 

My dad had made me do pull ups on the uneven bars every day we practiced.  Obviously some things you don’t forget.  The muscles in my arms weren’t as strong as they’d once been, but I was still able to reach the top rather quickly.

“Where the fuck did you learn to do that?”  Sin’s voice coming from below shocked me.

I lowered down to my feet, and shrugged. 

“You weren’t born a monkey girl, so spill it.”

Talking about my dad to anyone was something I rarely did.  “Before my dad died he trained me in gymnastics.” I shrugged again, not wanting to make a big deal about it.  The truth was it still hurt to remember how close we’d been.

His eyes moved over my form and I crossed my arms over my chest.  It wasn’t that I minded him looking at me, but the intensity in his eyes was a little much.

“Show me what else you know about bars.” 

“Most of what I did was on uneven bars, this is a little different. “

“Just get your ass on the pole and show me what you can do.”

His exasperated tone made me angry.  I had no clue what he wanted.  “Fine.” Glaring at him, I reached up high on the pole and lifted myself.  I really didn’t know what I was capable of here, and it was a challenge. 

I allowed my legs to grip the pole, and lowered my body, head hanging down.  It was a little different doing this sideways, but I discovered it wasn’t that hard.  When I began to lose the grip with my legs, I raised my body until my hands could grasp the pole again.

“Shit that’s good.”

He actually smiled at me.  My heart raced in pleasure at pleasing him.  I dropped to my feet.

“Back up a minute. I’m going to show you a move and I want you to try and mimic it.”

I stood back several feet and watched as he raised his body with his massive arms and spun.  He curled his legs and slowly lowered down the pole.  I couldn’t help it, I giggled.  Not that Sin didn’t look gorgeous, but spinning around like a ballet dancer ticked my funny bone.

He found his feet and smirked at me.  “Go ahead and laugh little girl.  It’s not as easy as it looks.” He motioned to the pole and my laughter stopped.

I was determined to prove I could do this.  He moved away, and I took a deep breath.  I did a run toward the pole and grabbed it, spinning around, then I landed flat on my butt.

He chuckled as he stared at me sitting there red-faced on my backside.  “Not so easy is it little lily?”

Angry at his mocking, I stood up.  Using a little less momentum, I moved quickly to the pole, jumping and grasping it firmly.  I managed to spin without hitting the ground this time.  When my eyes met his, I was the one smirking.  “Not that hard.”

His gorgeous face filled with a serious intensity. “This has potential.  Try that again, this time scissor your legs when you spin.”

I did that several times until he nodded his head.  “That’s pretty fucking impressive.  Most girls have trouble learning to use the pole.”

I smiled at his compliment.  We worked for the next hour on different moves, and I didn’t laugh again as he demonstrated movements.  My arms and legs were beginning to throb when he finally called an end to the pole lessons.

“I’m guessing you were a decent gymnast?”

The question shocked me.  He had never gotten personal before.  “I had a good teacher.”

“Why’d you give it up?”  I could hear the sincerity in his question and I wanted to be honest.

“My dad died when I was thirteen, and we didn’t have money for lessons.  Besides it was kind of our thing, so after that I just didn’t want to do it anymore.” Just remembering those days brought tears to my eyes.

“Fuck little lily, didn’t mean to make you cry.”  He pulled me into his lap.  “Let’s focus on something else.”

I was shocked as he held me in his arms.  I needed to say something because his embrace felt too good.  “Why do you keep calling me lily?”  I needed to focus on anything except the warmth of his strong arms around me.

He was sitting Indian style on the floor, and I was facing away from him in his lap.  I could see the strange look in his eyes from the mirror as he held me.  “You remind me of the flower.”  He shrugged and didn’t say anything more.

This big man and flowers didn’t fit in my mind.  “So your other profession is botany?” 

“You think too damn much.  Let’s see if we can make you feel instead.”  He reached down and grabbed my hands, pulling them over my sports bra.

Talk about a change in situation.  My heart rate shot through the roof.  My breasts automatically felt heavier, and my nipples hardened. 

With his large hands covering my own, he entwined our fingers and rubbed in circular motions over my mounds.  “Take off the bra.” It was a demand, and he didn’t give me time to follow it.  His hands moved fast, pulling it up and over my head in seconds. 

My hands automatically lifted to help him out.  I couldn’t even remember what we’d been talking about as he brought my hands back to my chest and began rubbing them over the hardened peaks again.

Closing my eyes, I just wanted to feel.  A soft moan escaped my lips.  There was something so erotic about him making me touch myself.

“Open your fucking eyes lily.” His soft growl in my ear, feeling the roughness of his stubble against my cheek, left me no choice.

“Pinch your nipples hard.” 

His words had a direct line to my sex, because the muscles there clenched automatically.  I didn’t question him, I just followed his orders.  The pleasure was exquisite.  He gave me little time to enjoy the sensation.  Tutoring my own hands, he moved them under the fullness and lifted.  Lifting one of my hands to his mouth, he sucked a finger deeply. 

I could have found release right then.  Having my finger in Sin’s mouth was about as close to heaven as I could imagine being.  He lowered my hand to my nipple, and rubbed the wetness over the hardened peak.  I couldn’t help it I squirmed in his lap.

“Stand up and take them off.” His eyes were focused on my shorts, and I didn’t pretend not to know what he meant.  I stood, turning away from him and drew them, and my panties down my legs before stepping out of them.

God it felt naughty to be standing before him so wantonly.  He parted his thighs and pulled me back down.  I was shaking nervously.  When he pulled my legs apart and placed them over his, spreading me open for the world to see, I gasped.

I’d never felt this exposed before, and everything in me screamed for me to shut my legs.  I didn’t listen to that part of my mind.  Catching his eyes in the mirror, I could only stare in helpless wonder.

“You’re fucking beautiful.” The way he said it, made me want to believe it.

His hand grabbed mine again, and he lowered it between my legs.  “Stroke your pussy for me little lily.”

His words were shocking, but what was more shocking is I wanted to do it.  With his hand guiding mine, I allowed my fingers to rub over the tender folds of my sex.  I was shocked at the wetness there.

Biting my lip hard to stop from crying out at the pleasure.  I allowed him to maneuver my hand over my burning flesh, aching with each delicious stroke.  I was panting as his finger, sliding over mine, slid into my chamber slightly and then moved back to stroke the nub of my sex again.

He did that several times, only inching in knuckle deep, and I needed more!  “Sin, please.”  I didn’t even recognize the voice coming from my lips.  I wanted something, no my body was demanding something.

When he pulled my hand away from my throbbing core, I whimpered.  He drew those fingers to his mouth and sucked in deeply and I was overwhelmed.  I knew he was tasting me on our fingers, and I flushed. 

He continued to suck, his tongue drenching my digits and I groaned.  It was like he was enjoying the taste of me and that did things to my mind that left me spellbound.  My head dropped back against his massive chest, and my thighs tensed.

When my wet fingers were led to my core again, I didn’t even think, I just allowed one to plunge deeply.  He was no longer guiding me, but I didn’t care.  I ached
and needed more than he had given.  My finger plunged deep, then pulled out to rub against my nub only to slide home again.

“That’s it little lily, fuck that pretty pussy.”

His words turned me on.  Large hands splayed on my thighs keeping them spread, and I pleasured myself.  I imagined it was his finger taking me, and felt my orgasm build.  I slid in another finger, stretching my body in ways that I hadn’t experienced before, but loving in.  Then I came undone.

I was gasping for air as he reached for my hand then licked my fingers clean again.  There was nothing in my life that compared to that moment.  I lay there spent, resting against his chest for several long seconds.

Later I could feel embarrassed over what I’d done.  At the moment it felt incredible to just let go and enjoy the pleasure I’d felt from his tutoring.