by lanie love
"Look, it’s all in my head, okay. At least, that’s what my doctors and my Uncle Nate says.”
“The fireman?”
“No, the shrink.” He says and she frowns. “He’s the fireman’s dad.” He explains, running his hands through his hair. “They think if I get rid of the scars, it will make it easier to forget. I need to have a few more surgeries to get rid of them all, but I’m so sick of doing that shit." He says and she nods, ready to defend him.
"You shouldn’t do it if you don’t want to.” She says, sounding like his mom. She is the only one not pushing him to get the surgeries. Unlike his dad, who has never been comfortable with his scars. His mom says it’s because he loves him so much and he hates to see him in pain. Cliff knows it’s true. His dad just wants to fix it and make it all better. He feels helpless ever since he wasn’t able to save him from the actual fire and feeling helpless is an emotion Island Lowe can’t sit still with. “So, I can touch you below your upper body then. Like your stomach and below your waist?"
"In theory. I never let anyone close enough to try. I'm usually okay with my clothes on but…" He leaves it there, Sienna can pretty much guess the rest.
"Are you freaking out with me close to you like this now with no clothes on?"
"I'm feeling a little tense about it, I guess."
Sienna steps away from him and sits back down on the couch. Figuring she was done looking, Cliff moves to get dressed.
"Don't." She says. "Can you just sit back down, please."
"What for?" He asks her, but all she does is pat the seat next to her.
The movement makes her tits bounce a little and like a man hypnotized, he moves closer to them, sitting down next to her like she asked. The fact that he has never been touched is exciting to Sienna and she can't help herself from wanting to be the one to touch him for the first time. She remembers how good it felt when she was touched for the first time and she'd like to give that to Cliff.
She's glad this Marla woman never got a chance at him. To be touched by her would have been dirty. As good as it felt to Sienna, she has to wrestle with the guilt of who touched her for the first time, so much so that she keeps it a secret. She wouldn't want that added guilt for Cliff, especially since touch means so much more to him.
"I get why you don't want to be touched." She says as he sits much too quietly next to her.
"I fucking hate it."
"Well, maybe we can try… I mean… I wouldn't touch your burns or anything like that. I would just..."
"Just what?" He asks her once she stops talking.
She'd stop because she could see he wasn't liking that idea. She can tell he wants to, but something was holding him back. She guessed it was his fear.
"Um, never mind, it was a dumb idea." She watches as his eyes glance down at her bare tits. "Do you want to touch me?"
His eyes dart back up to hers. The blue of his orbs is now a darker shade as he slowly nods his head. Sienna gets up to stand before him. Scooting himself to the edge of the couch, he opens his legs so she can stand between them.
"Keep your hands behind you." He asks her and she nods in understanding. With her hands safely behind her, he takes one of his own and touches her belly right above her scar. “Fuck." He moans low at the first feel of her skin under his fingertips. It is much softer than he imagined it would be.
Slowly he inches his fingers up her belly to just shy of her breasts. Sienna watches his hand as it goes, feeling the line of fire that it is creating on her skin, wondering why the hot trail is giving her goose bumps. Her eyes drift close as he caresses the soft underline of her breast. She knows her hair is in his way, so without thinking, she lifts her hands to brush it back behind her shoulders.
The next thing she knows, she is flying backwards across the room. She screams out in pain when her nearly naked body hits the hardwood of the pool house floor. Lying flat on her ass, she looks up to see a very angry Cliff starring down at her.
Chapter Four
"What the hell did you do that for?" She asks him. Her own anger flaring.
"Shit, Sienna. I'm sorry." He says, snapping out of whatever it was that triggered him. His angry expression morphs into deep concern for her as he bends down to carefully help her up.
"What happened?"
"I thought you were reaching for me and I guess I panicked. I'm sorry. It wasn't intentional. Did I hurt you?"
"No. No, I'm okay." She lies. Her ass is still sizzling from the smack of the floor. "Is that always your reaction when people go to touch you?" He nods. "Well, damn, a little warning would be nice, you know." She huffs. "Something like, Touch Me and Prepare to Die, should be written on your shirt."
"I'm sorry, Sienna."
"Forget about it. I was only messing with you." She says, when she sees how hard on himself he's being. "Let's just keep going."
"Keep going? No. We can't do that after what I just did."
"Sure, we can. It was an accident and I'm fine." She'd been knocked around much worse than that over the years and at least he didn't do it to her on purpose. She waits until he sits back down on the couch and re-claims her position between his legs. "I'm just going to move my hair." She tells him before she does it this time, sweeping it back behind her shoulders, exposing her breast.
Cliff just stares at her, not sure if he should continue on considering he just sent her flying across the room. He doesn't want what happened with Marla to happen to her. He would hate himself if he hurt her. He wouldn't mean to, but the pain is just excruciating. He can't stop himself from lashing out at whoever he thinks is the cause. It’s just a reflex reaction.
“Sienna.” He’s about to tell her they really should stop.
"Touch me." She whispers to him. "It’s okay."
She places her hands back behind her back in a silent promise not to touch him. His eyes drift back down to her tits as he swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.
“Okay.” Slowly, he resumes touching her.
Sienna's breath hitches when she feels the pad of his thumb brush her nipple. Her eyes drift closed again at the sensation, but opens them when she feels his thumb being replaced by his mouth. He moans and it instantly makes her wet.
The feel of his mouth on that one nipple is shooting a tingle right to her crotch as he gets it hard and she fears she just might come if he doesn't stop. Not that she wants him to stop. She never wants him to stop. His mouth leaves that one tit only for the second it takes to find the other one, getting it just as hard and evoking the same reaction from her body.
"Can I touch your hair." She asks him. Not willing to take his mouth away from her to respond, he just nods his head yes.
He feels her hands make their way to the back of his head. Her small fingers get tangled up in his thick blonde hair, massaging his scalp, pulling him in closer as he suckles her. Fuck, that feels so good to him. No one has ever played in his hair before. He simply wouldn't allow it. But now he never wants her this close to him without her hands in his hair.
He releases her tit and makes his way up to her mouth, capturing those lips he likes watching so much with his own. He isn't the most experienced kisser in his mind, but his enthusiasm seems to be to Sienna's liking because she tugs on his hair to get him even closer to her. Her moaning and the wiggling of her hips as she squirms is turning him on far beyond what he's ever been.
He circles her waist with his arms and brings her body into his. Her belly up against his torso, he tears his mouth away from her just long enough to kiss her scar before bringing his lips up to meet hers again before finally moving down to her neck.
Sienna has never experienced anyone kissing her so thoroughly before. It’s like he wants to kiss every inch of her. Her skin is alive from the efforts of his mouth. She can feel his dick press into her leg even through his slacks. As hard as it is, she can only imagine how uncomfortable it must feel to him. She is dying to help him out with that.
"Scoot back." She tells him.
He looks at her in question. "Trust me." She asks of him and he does what she says, scooting back a little on the couch. She reaches behind her for a pillow. Placing it on the floor between Cliff, she gets down on her knees using it as a cushion. "I promise I won't touch your burns." She says as she reaches up close to him.
His stomach moves in waves as her hands find his belt buckle. He watches her fingers, transfixed by them, as she works to undo his belt and then his pants. He tries to breathe easy as her hands make their way into the slit of his boxer briefs.
"Shit." He pants out at the first touch.
No one has ever fucking touched him and if he dies right now from the hyperventilation it’s causing him, it will be well worth it. To him it feels that damn good. He watches with hooded eyes as she pulls him through the slit, taking him all the way out.
He licks his lips to keep from moaning at the feel of her hand pumping him. The softness of her skin as it slides along the roughness of his hard dick is come worthy. He's jacked off enough times in his life to control when it happens, but if she keeps doing that, there is no way in hell he will last.
"I can make you feel really good if you let me." She says.
Hell, she already is making him feel good. Can't she tell by the precum that is dribbling out of his dick and getting on her hand? He nods, giving her permission anyway.
"Aw, fuck, Sienna." He moans when her mouth descends on him, taking him in. "Fuck... Fuck... Fuck... Fuck... Fuck," comes out in long, low pants as he savors the feel of his first real blowjob.
He can't keep his hips from thrusting into her mouth. The vibration of her throat as she laughs while she swallows him down tips him right over the edge and he prematurely ejaculates in her mouth like a, well like a 19-year-old virgin as far as Sienna was concerned.
At least he tastes good as she swallows him and then licks him clean. When his dick falls over his leg limp, she peeks up at him. He is collapsed with his head resting on the couch, his mouth open trying to take in air, and his body still shaking from orgasm. He is beautiful.
"Jesus, Sienna, what happened? What the fuck did you just do to me?"
"Made you come." She answers him, proud of herself.
"I came so hard, I can't even move. Where the hell did you learn how to do that?" He asks her. He is really interested to know because he sure as shit knows it wasn't from licking some old chick's carpet. "Carpet munching and dick sucking are two very different things, so obviously you've had a dick in your mouth at some point."
He must have guessed right because Sienna bites her lip and even in the bad light of the pool house he can see her cheeks turn a brilliant shade of blush pink. She was just about to answer him, to tell him that she was made to practice on those dildos she told him about earlier. Before she got a word out though, she felt a draft from the door opening behind her. She quickly turns her head to see Malcolm standing in the doorway with his mouth open so shocked that a finger flick could knock him over.
"What the hell is..." He starts to speak, but then takes in the scene of the two teens, naked. Sienna on her knees at Cliff's crotch. "WHOA!" He says instead, realizing what he just walked in on.
Sienna tries her best to cover her naked tits with her hands before Cliff takes her in his arms to shield her.
"Get the fuck out." He yells over her shoulder to his older brother. Malcolm quickly leaves, closing the door behind him.
"I can't believe it." They hear him say, laughing on the other side of the door. "Way to go, Bro."
"Go fuck yourself, Malcolm." Cliff yells loud enough for him to hear him.
"Oh, Ha Ha, very funny." Malcolm says before heading back to the house.
His mom had sent him looking for Sienna and Cliff. She was actually on her way to do it herself, but Malcolm stopped her, offering to go and find the pair. He could tell by the way his little brother was looking at Sienna, getting some was on his mind, but he never really thought he would actually get some.
He can't help but be proud of him. Malcolm saw him come out of his shell a little bit tonight when he saw Sienna. He knew Cliff would like her. He'd been trying to get them to meet for weeks, but his asshole of a brother didn't want anything to do with it.
He laughs as he walks the path thinking of how that shit would have played out if it was his mom who caught Sienna sucking off her younger son, instead of him. Cliff and Sienna are in the pool house laughing at being caught by Malcolm themselves.
Normally, this type of thing would have pissed him off, but that orgasm took a whole lot out of him. Mainly, it took away all his pent-up frustration, so he can see the humor in the situation. Especially, since Sienna is okay with it.
So caught up in the moment, he hadn't realized that he was still holding her until now. He runs his fingers along her back as she places her hands on her butt safely away from him. Grabbing onto her wrists, he pulls her up into his lap and kisses her as she straddles him.
She pulls back, looking at him with wide eyes at feeling him grow hard again. She hadn't realized that it happens so quickly for guys after coming. She'd heard it takes a while, in fact. She chalks it up to him having some kind of buildup from going without it for so long.
"I want to make you feel good too." He says, still with his free hand running up and down her back, causing little ripples of electricity to catch hold of her spine and shoot out between her open legs. "I want to be inside of you."
She nods her head, wanting it too. He lets go of her wrists and she stands.
She waits until he kicks off his pants and boxers giving her a more beautiful sight of him completely naked. His dick in a high salute in all its huge thick glory. She wonders if he knows just how big he is. Even when she practices on her large dildo, it isn't as big as he is.
She moves to her original place between his legs and watches as he runs a finger along the seam of her panties. Already feeling the hardened bud of her clit, he hooks his thumbs in her waistband and drags them down her legs.
"Damn, Sienna." He says in appreciation of her. As soon as she steps out of her panties, his mouth finds the spot his finger had been seconds before it.
"Oh God." She moans as his tongue licks her, flicking at her sensitive clit. Throwing her head back, her fingers find their way into his hair once again.
Cliff can't help but moan himself as he gets the first taste of her sweet juices. The more he licks, the wetter and sweeter she gets and he guesses she is near orgasm. He guessed right, but just before she comes, Sienna takes her hands out of his hair and cups his face.
Bending down to kiss him, she straddles him again, this time with no barrier between them. She stopped him because she didn't want her first time coming with him to be in his mouth. She comes a lot and she isn't sure how he'd handle that. Plus, she thinks he'd like it better if he felt her come on his dick instead.
His dick is pressed in between them now, rubbing up against her belly. She can feel his balls at her opening and he can feel her juices getting them moist.
"Are you sure about this?" She checks with him, knowing that it’s his first time, thinking maybe he doesn't want to lose it in his pool house.
"Fuck, yes." He assures her. He doesn't really give a rat's ass where he loses it as long as he loses it inside of her. "What about birth control?"
"I'm on the pill. And I've been tested."
Hell, he wasn't even worried about catching anything, but he's glad to know it all the same. She wiggles her hands free from his grasp behind her back.
"I need to balance. I promise I won't touch you." She says, slowly placing them on either side of the couch behind him.
Holding on to the couch, she lifts herself up onto her knees and slowly sits down on Cliff's dick. They both watch with panted breath as he disappears inside of her, inch by sweet agonizing inch.
"Ssssss." He hisses when his balls touch her pussy lips. He feels her clamp down around him, trying to get used to the foreign object that's filling her. She begins to move on top of him. "So goo
d." He breaths at her massaging his dick. "You feel so good, Sienna."
"Cliff," is all she can get out as her lips find his, but everything she wants to convey is in that one word. How good he feels. How he is nothing like the plastic of her dildos. He is hard and soft and rigid and smooth in all the right places with a tip that was made to hit her in just the right spot. There is nothing like the real thing. His real thing.
"Shit." He pants. His mouth inches from hers in between kisses as she starts to bounce on top of him. "Shit. Shit. Shit."
He could no longer form a coherent thought, let alone words. So, all he could say was "Shit. Shit. Shit" as she rode him. His hands moved from her back to her ass, grabbing hold of the ride as he pumped his hips up into her.
It felt so good, he didn't want it to end. But when she throws her head back and calls his name with a shiver of her body and he feels her cream running down his dick coating it as her pussy spasm around him, he couldn’t hold out another second even if he wanted to. With one final thrust and a call of her name, he empties himself long and hard inside of her.
After one final kiss, Sienna disengages herself from Cliff and sits on the couch next to him.
"I'm leaking." She laughs, wishing she had a towel. Cliff gets up on weak legs and wobbles over to a cabinet, getting a couple of towels for them to use. "That's better." She says after cleaning herself. She settles back down next to Cliff and watches him as he studies her.
"You are so beautiful." He says to her, playing with a loose lock of her hair before tucking it behind her ear.
"The lies usually come before the sex."
"It's the truth, Sienna. You are the prettiest girl I've ever seen."
"Even prettier than those college girls?"
He quickly nods.
"Your hair and your eyes, this slamming-ass body of yours, you are fucking hot and those bitches have nothing on you." She smiles as her shyness kicks in. She lowers her head, now unable to meet his eyes. "Hasn't anyone ever told you how beautiful you are before?" She shakes her head, looking up at him again.