by JA Low
“I’m going to check out the view,” I say, pointing to the back garden, Isla nods and heads back towards the pool bar.
Looking down at the blonde’s head sucking on my dick, I’m thankful we are hidden behind some bushes in the back garden with soft moonlight filtering over us. Fuck, Sienna looked incredible tonight in that black dress. She looked so beautiful I wanted to take her back to my room and finish what we started this morning, but she’s right, we are about to go on tour together for the next couple of months, and she deserves a man that isn’t surrounded by temptation. The blonde sucks me deeper down her throat, my hands fisting through her hair pushing my dick further. Fuck, this woman doesn’t have any gag reflexes. That is pretty amazing. Faster and faster I piston into her mouth, I can feel my balls start to tingle, that feeling traveling up my spine.
“Yeah, darlin’ that’s it. Suck me, suck me harder.”
The blonde sucks harder, it feels so good, I’m just about to come when my eyes look up and standing in front of me is Sienna looking shocked before turning on her heels heading back into the party.
“Fuck,” I roar, as I come down the blonde’s throat, there was no way I could have stopped. I was too far gone. Fuck! Fuck! Sienna. The blonde swallows me down like a good girl. I quickly tuck myself into my pants and run after her, my heart pounding. Fuck, she probably thinks I am the biggest bastard in the world. I know she said it was a mistake, but she probably didn’t think a couple hours later she would find me with a groupie. I’m a bastard; I needed to get over my stupid infatuation with Sienna, because having her last night has made my crush even worse.
So being the dick that I am, I go and seek relief from my thoughts about Sienna with some willing groupie. Fuck! Running my hands over my scalp I can’t find where the hell she is, it’s been ages since I’ve seen her. She’s probably gone back to her room; heading in that direction, I hear hollering coming from the entertainment room. What the hell is going on in there?
“Work it girls, work it.”
Walking into the room, twirling around the two stripper poles are Isla and Sienna. They are in fits of laughter as they unsteadily twirl around the poles to the delight of a group of men who are drooling over the scene in front of them.
“No Isla, hold on with both hands let your arms carry your weight,” Sienna says, as she shows Isla how to turn around the pole.
“What’s happening?” I ask, some guy sitting watching the show.
“The blonde in the black dress is teaching the one in the white dress how to work the pole.”
My eyes turn and see Sienna expertly twirl around the pole, her feet are not touching the ground; I can understand why all these men are mesmerized, because fuck me, it’s hot. She wraps her legs around the pole crawling up it then she lets her arms go. I take a step closer thinking she is going to fall, but she slowly slides down the pole, obviously having had too much to drink she can’t hold it well and ends up falling on the floor. Sienna and Isla are in fits of giggles over it, then out of nowhere I see Blake, from Sons of Brooklyn, our opening tour band walk over to her and offers her his hand, she takes it, pulling herself up hitting flush with his chest. Fuck!
Blake’s hand comes around landing on the small of her back pulling her closer to him. He is young, good looking, his messy black hair and aqua blue eyes make the girls go crazy, plus he is cocky as fuck. Her hands are on his chest; their eyes haven’t left each other. Whispering something to her, he makes her smile. No way, fuck that shit. I see red as he leans down and kisses her. That little fucker’s lips are on hers, and she is letting him. So much so that she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him in closer. Fuck No! Running my hands over my head, I feel sick watching the two of them.
Blake leads her away from the crowd towards a couch tucked in the corner, sitting down placing her on his lap; she straddles him and continues kissing him. The little punk’s hands are grabbing Sienna’s ass. I’ve had enough. Without thinking, I storm over to where they are sitting and interrupt their make out session.
“Blake.” My voice is tense; I am trying to calm myself down. Sienna’s face turns towards me, her lips swollen from his kisses. I want to rip her out of his arms.
“Hey, man,” he responds, giving me his cocky grin, his eyes grow wide telling me how happy he is to have her in his lap.
“Sienna is one of our employees.”
Blake stills. That’s right fucker, remember that rule we have, no fucking with any of the staff. His eyes look at her and back to me. “I’ve never seen her before,” he questions, raising his brow at me.
“She’s also Vanessa best friend.”
That made him pause; slowly he picks Sienna up placing her beside him on the couch.
Sienna is looking between the two of us.
“Sorry babe, we have a rule, no hooking up with staff.” Blake says looking somber.
Sienna is in shock.
“She’s coming on the European Tour.”
Blake nods in understanding.
“I’m sorry, Blake, it’s such a shame Evan ruined our fun,” she says, expressing her dissatisfaction by leaning in closer to Blake and giving him a good look at her cleavage. “If you think my moves on the pole were great, my moves in the bedroom are outstanding. I am extremely flexible,” she continued, while she stood up straightening herself.
“Evan, seriously man?”
Fuck, after that declaration I would be challenging our rules as well, just thinking about her all bendy and all the positions I could put her in makes my dick twitch back to life.
Sienna sashays out of the room.
Both of us follow every movement of her hips.
“There’s plenty of other women here.”
His eyes look at Sienna one last time and sighs. “Fucking shame.”
Fuck you, Evan Wyld.
Fuck him and his dimples.
Fuck him and his cock blocking skills.
Just Fuck him!
That’s the point, I want to fuck him.
Huffing my way back through the party my mind trying to work out what just happened. I liked kissing Blake; he was young and hot, but that’s all I would have done. There was no spark between us, not like the one I felt when Evan kissed me. Stupid body; why could it not have caught on fire when Blake kissed me?
But how dare Evan come and cock-block Blake and I. Especially after I stumbled upon him getting a blowjob in the garden from some blonde. Storming back to my bedroom, I was pissed and sexually frustrated.
Hands slap the glass door in front of me, making me jump; turning around there stands a six foot three angry looking rock star.
“What the fuck, Evan?”
His breath is hard, sapphire eyes looking at me “What the hell is wrong with you, Sienna?”
His tone shocks me. Why the hell is he so pissed at me? “What’s the matter with me?”
Pushing my finger into his hard, fuck, very hard chest; is this man made of stone, everything on him is hard?
“You want to know what the hell is wrong with me?” I yell, raising my voice at him.
Evan remains quiet, allowing me to continue my rant.
“Let me tell you what my problem is. I haven’t had sex in months, which is fine because that is what vibrators are for. But this morning some dickhead got me all wound up and now I’m horny as fuck.” Shit, did I just say that out loud? I covered my mouth in shock. We both stand there looking at each other.
Evan growls. “If you want to fuck someone Sienna, fuck me.”
Butterflies seem to take flight in my stomach at his words. Did I just hear that right?
Evan pushes his body against mine his hands still above my head on the glass. His lips land on my neck, feather light kisses trail down my throat. He pushes me hard against the cool glass. My heart is racing; my body is pulsing with each touch of his on my flesh. I don’t want him to stop.
“Sienna, do you want me to help with your problem or not?” He asks, flaring his dimples and gi
ving me a dirty smirk.
His fingers are slowly running down my arm, good God, my panties feel wet. My mouth is dry, I don’t know if I can answer him or not. With each movement down my arm, his thumb grazes my sensitive nipple giving me goosebumps. I may have let out an audible moan because Evan chuckled.
He pressed himself into me making sure I knew what he was asking. Letting my fingers feel for the door handle behind me I unlock it, slowly pushing it open, making Evan take a step back. Turning, I walk into the bedroom swaying my hips, Evan is standing outside staring at me, turning I put a hand on my hip and ask.
“Are you coming in or are you going to stand there all night watching, because I can put on a show for you if you want.” And I start to unzip the back of my dress.
Evan quickly walks into the darkened room pulling the glass door behind him, shutting out the party noise.
My room was quiet, only our heavy breathing filling the air.
“Are you teasing me, Sienna?” He asks, stalking closer to me.
Maybe it wasn’t the right thing to tease a man like Evan. The way he is looking at me at this moment, I feel he is about to devour me. “It’s not teasing I’m just incentivizing your decision.”
A little chuckle leaves his mouth as he makes his way to the edge of my bed sitting down, looking terribly relaxed.
“Continue, Sienna, don’t mind me I’m waiting to be incentivized.”
Reality sinks in, felling stupid all of a sudden, am I going to strip for him?
“Sienna please, I want to see what’s underneath that dress. All night you have teased me with visions through those little peeks of mesh.”
My heart is racing; you can do this. Slowly letting the dress fall and pool around my legs, I stand before him in my black lace demi bra, G-string and heels.
“Fuck,” he growls, his eyes looking at me hungrily, he repositions himself within his pants. “My God, you are beautiful.”
He reaches out his hands, motioning me to come towards him where he is sitting on the edge of the bed.
With each step, my heart pounds louder until I am standing in front of him.
Opening his legs, he pulls me in between them, his face chest height to me. He reaches out and I allow his hands to run all over my skin, sending a fever over my body, all the way down to my throbbing center. “Your skin is so soft,” he mumbles to himself, as his hands trace patterns over my body, leaving tiny goosebumps in their wake. “I like this,” he says, plucking the side of my G-string. In that same moment, he quickly turns me around, and palms my ass. “Fuck, your ass is perfect,” he growls as he bites me.
“Ouch,” I scream, trying to wiggle free.
Evan holds me tight, his large hand smoothing over the teeth marks. As he caresses my ass he says, “Your ass is a perfect peach.” He continues to squeeze it again. Looking over my shoulder at Evan his ocean blue eyes meet mine.
“I want you, Sienna. You have no idea how long I have wanted you.” The last bit of his confession mumbled as his lips find my bare back.
I was confused by his comment about how long he has wanted me but then his lips on my skin dissolved my thoughts. Slowly standing, he kissed his way up my spine until he’s pressed against me, his warm breath tickling my ear. He moves me around so that I was facing the bed. “Bend over and spread your legs for me, sweetheart,” he whispers into my ear.
Dropping my hands on the soft duvet I spread my legs apart, arching my back. Feeling Evan’s calloused hands around my waist holding me still.
“Let me look at you, Sienna.”
Can someone come just by listening to another talking? His sexy Texan accent has a direct line to my clit.
“Fuck Sienna, seeing you spread like this …” Evan’s voice is pained. “I’ve imagined you in this position many times.”
That’s the second time he has said something about that, turning my head, I ask.
“Wait, what do you mean you imagined me?” But his answer is forgotten as I’m distracted by Evan slowly undressing behind me. Biting my bottom lip, Evan gives me a show, toeing off his socks and shoes. Removing his belt he playfully holds it in his hand as his eyes drop to my ass then back up to me again.
“Next time I might use this on you.” The smile on his face showed me how much he would like to use it before dropping his belt on the floor.
It is the most intense foreplay.
“What did you mean; you imagined this for a long time?” I whispered once again.
Evan was quiet for a moment then he answered me. “Vanessa showed me your picture.”
Why would Vanessa show him my photo? I get up and turn around to see a very naked Evan standing in front of me. My mind has gone blank, but I walk towards him, his eyes watching my movements, his body stills, waiting to see what I’m going to do next. My hands come into contact with his body, running my fingers over the hard plains of muscles; over his shoulders and pecs, down to his perfectly chiseled abs.
“What else have you imagined about me?” I ask.
Fuck me! I was so hard from seeing Sienna in black lacy underwear and heels bent over the bed; asking me to tell her exactly the dirty thoughts I have been thinking about her nearly made me come on the spot. “I could tell you, sweetheart, but how about I show you exactly the things I have been thinking about?” Throwing the condom that I pulled from my jeans pocket earlier on the bed. Picking her up, I place Sienna in the middle of the bed, our eyes meet, I pause to make sure she is okay with what is going to happen next.
Sienna gives me a smile.
Thank fuck, because I don’t think I could walk away from her again. Crawling up over her body; kissing my way down her neck until I reach her bra strap, I push down one strap with my teeth, and then the other. My hand fiddling with the back clasp unhooking it. Throwing the bra off to the side as her ample tits bounce free before me. “Fucking perfect,” I say, admiring her. I squeeze each plump breast letting my fingers pinch her pink nipples.
Sienna’s moans make me smile, the way she is wiggling underneath me with each twist of a nipple.
“Evan, please just fuck me,” Sienna growls, before flipping me over onto my back, catching me off guard. “Seriously, I think we’ve had enough foreplay, don’t you?” Sienna grabs the condom ripping the foil; she sheaths me in one smooth move. It’s rare that a woman catches me off guard during sex, I like to control things.
“You won’t be needing these then,” I say, shredding the black lace G-string.
Sienna mumbles something about how expensive they are.
I’ll buy her a hundred more when I’m done; now I need to be inside her. Picking her up by the hips, slowly positioning her entrance at the tip of my cock, I drop her hard onto me. We both cry out at the suddenness of us joining.
“Fuck, Evan!” I can feel her inner muscles clenching around my cock.
I need a moment; I want to move so badly but I’m holding on by the tiniest bit of thread. Once I know I have my cock under control, I thrust hard into her, holding her hips as her tits bounce with each thrust.
“Harder, Evan,” she moans, as I piston into her.
“Sweetheart, it’s going to be hard and fast tonight, I just can’t hold off anymore, I have waited too long, you feel too fucking good.”
Flipping her onto her back so I am in control again, I notice her green eyes are rolling back inside her head. I lift one leg over my shoulder pushing deeper into her, my piercing hitting her in the right place; the pubic bar rubbing against her clit. As I fucked her, I watched her gorgeous tits bounce with each thrust. I can feel her pussy starting to clench around me as her orgasm begins to take shape. Feverishly, I keep pumping into her until she screams my name, her whole body shuddering. A couple of strokes later I come with her.
“Evan.” She is breathless, her eyes glassy from her orgasm.
Rubbing my fingers across her cheeks, “Yes, sweetheart,” I respond, looking at her satisfied face.
“Thank you,” she whispers, giving me a we
ak smile.
“Anytime, sweetheart, anytime,” I answer, while planting a lingering kiss on her lips, my dick twitching, having aftershocks while still nestled deep inside her sweet pussy.
“So is this going to be awkward now?” Sienna asks.
I sure as hell hope not because I haven’t finished with her just yet. Not now that I know how she feels wrapped around my cock. “Who says the night’s over?” I answer, pinching one of her nipples in-between my fingers, making her clench down on me, fuck that felt good.
“Seriously, you ready for round two, already?” She asks, amused.
Chuckling, and as much as I would like to say yes, I am man enough to know that there is no way in hell I can do another round so soon.
“Give me a little time to explore your body and I will be ready for round two.”
Sienna’s eyes grow wide. “You want to sleep with me again?”
Frowning at her, I state, “Of course, we just had mind blowing sex, why the hell would I not want a repeat performance. We both know what this is, one night only, right?”
It must have been the right answer because Sienna pulls me in for a kiss, and maybe, just maybe I’m ready for round two a little earlier than usual.
***
Well, last night ended a hell of a lot differently than I thought it would. I look down at a sleeping Sienna wrapped in my arms, her blonde hair messily draped over one arm. For the first time in a long time I had fallen asleep with a woman and liked it. Stretching my sore limbs, I gently move Sienna’s head from my chest trying not to wake her. Checking my watch, it was still early, the rest of the boys wouldn’t be up for hours. We would head into Christian’s studio later in the day, to continue working on some new material for our next album that we plan to launch on our new label after this last tour.
Walking towards her bathroom buck naked, my morning wood bobbing as I go, I head for the shower. Warm water washes over me as I turn the shower on, my mind remembering what happened last night. The way Sienna took control, knowing what she wanted was hot but then she was just as happy to sit back and let me pleasure her over and over again. Thinking about what we got up to last night has me hard again, my hands start stroking my dick. The way she screamed my name as I lapped at her pussy, sucking on her clit, my fingers working her G spot, her hot center clamping down on my fingers igniting under my touch. The way she sucked her arousal off my fingers when I asked her to. Her tongue was swirling around my fingers sucking them deep into her mouth just like my cock, had me reaching for another condom. I couldn’t wait any longer, flipping her over onto all fours, her sexy little ass wriggling in my face.