by JA Low
Suddenly Dirty
Copyright @ 2016 JA Low
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Dedication
To Ev
Wish you were here to see me finally release this book.
You were the first person to read this story all those years ago and even though there has been many different version I hope you liked how it turned out.
Even though it’s probably a little more racier than you would have liked.
“Who the fuck are you?” I scream, scrambling out of the bed. My hands tremble as I point the brass lamp towards the dark figure hoping it will protect me. Who the hell was in my bed? Suffering from a wicked case of jet lag after arriving in Los Angeles from Sydney yesterday, I made sure I didn’t drink too much last night. Did I forget that I brought someone home? Last I remember we were eating sushi and knocking back sake shots in West Hollywood. We finished the night dancing in a gay bar with a rowdy bunch of drag queens, singing the classic Aussie hit “Land Down Under” by Men at Work. Shit, maybe someone spiked my drink; could that be how I ended up with a stranger in my bed?
“Who the fuck are you?” The deep-voiced stranger questions me as if I’m the one in the wrong.
We stand on the opposite sides of the bed in silence staring at each other through the darkness.
He takes a step around the bed towards me.
Oh no, you don’t mister. I shake the lamp at him again as if I’m brandishing a fearsome weapon.
“What the hell are you doing?” He asks, sounding like a dirty, rough cowboy; someone that’s probably used to wrangling cattle or something equally as hot. Maybe he likes to wear chaps. Hmm, chaps now that sounds hot.
Shit! Why the hell am I focusing on his sexy accent instead of the dire predicament I find myself in? For all I know he could be a wanted Hollywood Hills rapist, and here I am thinking about his sexy voice. Stupid, so bloody stupid, Sienna! “Don’t fucking come near me. I have a weapon.” I scream at him, again making sure he knows I’m serious.
The stranger takes two steps into the early morning light streaming through the glass patio doors. Oh my God! The lamp falls to the floor with a thud, my hands cover my mouth in shock. I haven’t seen a naked man in the flesh, besides my ex-husband, in almost a decade. This one looks a lot like Evan Wyld, one of the world’s hottest rock stars.
“Like what you see sweetheart?” He cocks his head to the side, smirking. “Most women do.”
Tearing my eyes from his length, following the hard ridges of where his V meets his hips, my tongue darts out wetting my lips as my eyes trail further up over an impressive six pack, towards arms full of colorful tattoos. Okay, this can’t be real; my celebrity crush is standing in front of me, naked! I had to pinch myself because so many of my dreams have started off just like this.
“You’re not dreaming, sweetheart,” he confirms, his hardening cock bobbing with each step he takes towards me; it’s mesmerizing.
Focus Sienna. “You’re naked,” I blurt out of nowhere. Maybe I shouldn’t focus on that, anything but that.
“Looks like I am,” he smirks, flashing those killer dimples. I swear my panties disintegrate.
“What are you doing in my room?” I ask, my question stopping him for a moment.
He looks around slowly taking in his surroundings. “No, I’m sure this is my room, Sienna.”
He’s wrong, because seriously, how stupid could I be to be in the wrong room. I glance around the room; everything looks similar to the one I left my bags in. Except for the guitar standing in the corner. My stomach sinks, shit, I am that stupid; I’m in the wrong room.
He moves towards me again.
I take two steps back hitting the solid wall behind me; shit, I’m stuck. My heart is racing, my body feels like it’s on fire. I press my thighs together because I can feel the ache rising through me being this close to him.
His eyes are roaming over my nearly naked body; each spot his gaze settles, goosebumps prickle my skin. “You are a beautiful woman, Sienna.”
Hot rock star thinks I’m beautiful; I want to fist pump the air. “You’re not so bad yourself.” That had to be one of the worst comebacks ever. As panic rushes over me, all I can think to myself is; quick Sienna, think of something to say to recover from this embarrassment. But as usual, I make things even more awkward by staring at his cock. “What is that?” I breathe out in astonishment.
“That is my cock.” Evan’s voice deepens. “A very hard cock.”
I roll my eyes at him. “I am well-versed on cocks, I know what one is.”
“But sweetheart, you haven’t seen mine before; look at it, IT. IS. PERFECTION” Evan’s hand wraps around his cock, slowly starting to stroke back and forth.
My temperature is rising, I think someone turned the heating on in the room because the sight of Evan Wyld palming his cock is hot. As I can’t keep my eyes off of him, I question again, “What is that ring?”
Grinning mischievously, his eyes flash back down to his package. “That darlin’, is a Prince Albert piercing; I also have a pubic piercing at the base, ribbed for your pleasure.” Our eyes meet; a smirk crosses his face, sending heat all over my body.
“And women like that?”
Evan gives me a half smile, his hand stills along his dick. “Yes sweetheart, they do. I made one woman faint after experiencing it.”
That sounded hot and scary. I want to touch it the way he is touching it; but I can’t, that would be wrong, so very, very wrong. This is Evan Wyld, famous rock star and my new boss.
“I can see it in on your face; you want to feel it.” Ocean blue eyes challenge me.
Just a little touch wouldn’t hurt. Vanessa and Derrick told me last night I should try new things.
Evan smirks as we both look down at his thick, hard length. Taking my hand in his, placing it over his cock. I hear a small hitch in his breath as my hand makes contact with his velvety skin. My thumb rubs across the metal tip; my grip tightens around his shaft, sliding back and forth just like he was doing earlier. With each tentative touch of my fingers, Evan hums with pleasure.
“You’re killing me, Sienna,” Evan groans. His large palms hit the wall behind my head steadying himself as I continue my exploration.
Evan’s face is inches away from mine; his warm breath touches my skin, setting my nerves on fire. Our breaths quicken with each of my strokes against him. Soft lips press against mine; a tentative tongue licks a
long the seam of my lips, teasing me to open for him. I can’t fight it anymore; I need this kiss, it has been too long since someone has touched me. Our tongues duel with each other, the hunger in both of us fueling the wild nature of the kiss. Strong arms are now lifting me up off the ground, pushing me hard against the wall. My legs wrap around Evan’s waist naturally, anchoring myself to him.
Wearing nothing but my bra and panties, it feels intimate having his cock stroking me. The hard metal of his piercing rubbing against my now wet, cotton panties. The tiniest bit of fabric separating us from each other, teasing me with an orgasm, which is there just out of my reach.
“You like the way my cock is stroking against you, making you wetter,” he murmurs against my skin. “‘Cause I do”.
Sharp, sensual bites trail down my neck, adding to the sensory overload that is hitting my body. Evan’s nose nudges away the top of my bra; I feel so powerless to stop him. He sucks one of my hard nipples into his mouth, making me whimper. My head falls back hitting the wall behind me. His hips keep a steady rhythm against me, over and over again. Damn this fabric. I’m ready for him to rip them right off me. I want Evan Wyld to fuck me, and fuck me hard against the wall. I feel feverish with need.
“Fuck, your tits are incredible,” he mumbles into my breasts, appreciating their fullness with his large, calloused hands as he palms each of them.
My nails scratch down his back with each push against me. My whole body starts to tingle, every nerve ending on high alert. With one last bite against my nipple and a hard thrust with his metal ring against my clit, he makes me come … and come hard. “Oh my God,” I scream, as an intense orgasm rips through my body. Shit, what did I just allow to happen?
The only sound in the darkened room is our labored breaths. Pushing him away, I need to get away from him. I let my feet fall to the floor in my readiness to run.
Evan is standing before me, his cock looking very hard as though he is only a couple of strokes away from coming himself. Indecision runs through my mind; do I finish him or get the hell out of there? Seeing my dress and purse on the floor beside him, I choose the coward’s way out by grabbing them. I mumble my apologies and escape out the glass doors onto the patio. Looking around, I realize my room is the next door over, relief floods me as I scramble towards it. I enter my room and slam the door shut locking it. Sliding down the back of the door I whisper to myself, “Shit, what the hell have I done?”
Months Earlier
I open one eye then the other, staring up at the shadows dancing across the ceiling. Through the dark alcoholic haze, unfamiliar items in the room come into focus, my hangover clawing hard into my temple, trying to rip it apart from the inside. What the hell happened last night at my birthday party? It takes me a moment, but everything comes flooding back in technicolor. Flashes of each scene from last night. How did everything go so wrong? Rushing from the bed, I stumble into the bathroom throwing up the contents of my stomach into the porcelain bowl.
***
“Happy Birthday Beautiful,” Beau says, jumping onto the bed snuggling into me, lavishing me with kisses; even after ten years together he was still loving. Beau’s been working hard the past couple of months since taking over the family law practice from his father. I seldom have time with him lately, most mornings he is gone before I am, and most nights he is still at the office.
“I’ve got something for you.” Producing a red leather case from the bedside table, he hands it to me.
The gold cursive writing was a dead giveaway for what was inside. Diamonds! By the size of the box, lots and lots of them. Opening the case, a stunning diamond necklace glittered in the morning sun.
“Beau this is too much,” I tell him, picking up the necklace from its velvet case, twisting and turning it around in my hands. After all these years together, Beau’s wealth still made me uncomfortable.
“Sweetheart, nothing is too much for you.”
Tears well in my eyes. “Babe, this is so beautiful.”
Beau brushes the happy tears from my cheeks. “I love you, Sienna.” His soft lips touch mine.
Showing my appreciation for the gift, I pull him closer, thanking him with a searing hot kiss. “Do you have time for a quickie?” I ask with hope – it is my birthday!
“Sorry babe, I have an early morning meeting, but I’ll make it up to you tonight, I promise.” Giving me a quick kiss on the forehead, Beau heads towards the shower.
Falling back on the bed, with a whole lot of pent up sexual frustration aching between my thighs, my only relief would be with my BOB – like most mornings. Turning towards my bedside table, I open my drawer looking for that relief.
***
Fluorescent lights burn my sore eyes brining me back to the present as I splash my face with water. I look like shit and feel even worse. My stomach rolls again, remembering what happened at the party. I can’t seem to stop throwing up – even though there is nothing left to purge.
***
“Looking for Beau?” Phillip, Beau’s father asks, watching me walk off the dance floor.
“Yes, I am.” Beau’s parents tolerated me. I wasn’t their first choice for him, and they remind him of that constantly.
“I think he headed towards the boathouse.” Phillip sneers.
Following his direction, I head towards it. The view from our backyard is one of the best Sydney offers. Our home is nestled in the Eastern Suburbs amongst the multi-million dollar estates that hug the rocky shoreline of the harbor. You can see Sydney’s icons from the garden; the Harbor Bridge and Opera House. The twinkling lights from the moored yachts and cruises dot the waterways.
My heels sink into the damp, dewy grass. As I get closer to the boat house, raised voice’s echo from within. Peering through the opened porthole, so not to disturb the argument, I can see two silhouettes standing close together with the only light filtering through from the full moon.
“When are you going to tell her?” The female voice asks, walking towards the other figure.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the scene, wondering what was going on. “I want to start a life with you. You know this is what they have always wanted for us, what we have always wanted.”
The man rakes his fingers through his hair but stays silent.
Leaning in closer the woman kisses him, pulling him closer to her, holding his face as she controls the kiss. Her hands run down his back, squeezing the tight globes of his ass. He steps away after a moment, putting distance between them.
“You know that time is running out. We won’t be able to hide it for much longer. Tell her before she finds out from someone else.”
The male’s hand slams into the wall beside them, the sound vibrating through the room making the woman jump. “It’s complicated. You know that. Now isn’t the right time. I can’t ask her for a divorce on her birthday.”
What?!
No, no, no.
I know that voice. My legs give out from under me; I hit my head on the window sill trying to get away, the loud thud filling the still night air. Warm liquid drips down my face. Fuck, I’m bleeding, I look at the red stain on my hand. I hear footsteps thundering along the jetty towards me, I need to get up. I won’t let them see me this way, but my legs won’t work, they are frozen. Blood still drips from my forehead as I try to move.
“Sienna.” Beau’s eyes zero in on the blood dripping from my cut, the concern on his face snaps me out of my shock.
“Get the fuck away from me.” I yell, pushing myself onto shaky legs, and then I see her. The woman that kissed my husband; she was stunning, her brown hair pulled into a perfect French twist, her red, satin, slip dress clinging to her thin frame. Brown eyes that should be shocked or embarrassed at being caught out by her lover’s wife, instead, are cold, calculating. A smile laced with venom creeps across her mouth. She looks happy that I saw her with my husband. Something about her seems familiar, but I can’t place it.
“Sisi please, you’re hurt.” Beau takes
a step towards me.
“Yeah, and who’s fault is that Beau?” The double meaning not lost on him.
“Let me explain, please.” He pleads.
“Nothing to fucking tell, I saw everything I needed to see.” Then I run. Tears threaten, but I hold them back. Yelling for Derrick, my closest friend, my confidant, the only man it seems I can trust.
“Si, what the hell happened?” Derrick roars, cupping my face in his large hands. “You’re bleeding.”
“Beau.” Was all I could say.
“That motherfucker. I will kill him.” Derrick roars.
Derrick and Beau don’t get along. It is mostly because of how much time we spend together; also, there is the fact that Derrick is gorgeous – but one hundred percent gay. Beau shouldn’t feel threatened by him, but he is. For six years, Derrick has been by my side as the head stylist at my exclusive boutique. We clicked straight away through our mutual love of fashion, cocktails, shopping and trashy reality TV shows. I knew I had gained a new BFF right from the moment we hit it off. Beau works late most nights and doesn’t want to go to the millions of functions I am invited to for work, so I take Derrick. It infuriates Beau when he sees us together in the social sections of the newspaper.
“Sienna.” I hear Beau call my name.
Derrick’s grip holds onto me tighter. “Stay the hell away from her, Beau,” Derrick snarls, pushing me behind him, protecting me from my husband.
“Stay the fuck out of this, Derrick,” Beau growls back. Beau’s mystery woman is right there, standing beside him, placing a reassuring hand on his arm, watching the scene between Derrick and Beau.
Derrick looks between them. “Oh hell no, he didn’t, did he?” Derrick’s eyes are looking at the brunette.
I nod my answer in return, as I had lost the ability to speak.
That’s when Derrick launches himself at Beau, hitting him square in the face.
The brunette screams.
The music stops, and all eyes are now on the fight happening right in the middle of my party.
Derrick has Beau pushed to the floor, fists and insults flying.