Until

by Anna B. Doe

  So, with that look, Grace said she wanted to keep going to the community center and work with her teacher there, and I agreed. What else could I do?

  All the other things I insisted on. The clothes, the phone, the stuff for her bedroom, and all the girly things she could imagine. I want her to have everything she was missing in the first twelve years of her life. I want her to be happy, and when she talks about that dance school she is happy. Her green eyes glow and her smile widens. I couldn’t, but more than that, I didn’t want to take that away from her.

  Never once did she mention Cassie. And that’s fine by me. She’s out of our lives, and I plan on it staying that way.

  “What’s making you smile like that?” Sienna slurs slightly in my ear, her hands clasping around my neck. She holds onto me tightly, wobbly legs in those killer heels giving up on her. “You keeping secrets from me, Shelton?”

  Her hair is falling in her face so I pull it back and make her look at me. Her amber eyes are glossy, and although her voice is cheery I can see, if only for a second, a stab of hurt in those amber depths.

  I still didn’t tell anybody about Grace, although both my agent and lawyer suggested otherwise. They want me to come clean in the public soon so nobody can make up stories or tell lies about us. But I’m not ready, and I think neither is she.

  Going public would mean opening the can of worms I’m not ready to open. Questions I don’t want to answer would be asked and it would only piss me off more. Besides, it’s still too early and I don’t know what I’m doing. We are both still raw and learning things about each other. Getting to know each other.

  I know that if the word got out or if the wrong person found out about her … I don’t even want to think about the scandal it could cause.

  The team is doing good and that’s the last thing we need right now.

  “I’m not keeping secrets,” I lie, but I try to justify it because I’m not lying to her about what she thinks I’m lying about.

  Sienna assesses me for a few seconds before a smile spreads her lush red lips. Leaning into me, she whispers seductively, “Want to get out of here? I could get William to take Anabel home so we can have my place to ourselves.”

  “Sounds good.”

  The door closes shut behind us, and I push Sienna’s body into the hard wood. Our mouths slam into each other.

  My hands roam her body, and my tongue finds a way into her welcoming mouth.

  While we were in the elevator I helped her undo the buttons on her long, black coat, and as soon as we were away from prying eyes I carelessly tossed it away along with mine, so now the only thing standing in my way is that hot red dress that was driving me crazy the whole night.

  Sienna moans softly. Her trembling fingers fight with the small buttons of my dress shirt, but my hands are too busy exploring soft, bare skin of her back to help her with that.

  Breaking the kiss, I turn her around so her back is facing me. Curious amber eyes peek at me over her shoulder.

  “What …?”

  “Shh …” I shush her, my pointing finger covering her lips. One side of my mouth rises in a half smile.

  The last time was hot, fast, and passionate. The last time we were so lost in each other it was hard to remember the details afterward. The only things left were the feelings she evoked in me. The only thing I can remember is how she felt in my arms, how she felt beneath me, and I want more of that feeling.

  This time I want to remember. I want to explore and see and touch.

  I want something different.

  My hands trail up her arms and then back down. I can feel her shiver under my rugged palms. Agitated, she moves her hair over one shoulder giving me better access to her shoulders and neck.

  Bending my head, my lips find the crook of her shoulder. I kiss it and then do the same on the other side.

  I play with the bow at the nape of her neck. It’s a cute, soft thing, so girly and so Sienna like. If I wanted to, I could probably crush it in my hands, but I don’t.

  Pulling at the one end I watch with fascination as the bow unties and the material falls from her chest, leaving her naked from the waist up.

  Sienna slowly turns in my arms.

  Looking at her bare skin makes my mouth go dry and my dick grows even harder with want.

  “No bra.” The words that leave my mouth are rough.

  Her smile widens, and with one determined tug, the silky fabric falls on the floor.

  Sienna steps out of it, only with miniature red lacy panties and nude stockings clinging to her thighs.

  “Can’t wear one when you have a backless dress.” She shrugs, coming closer to me. Her fingers finish unbuttoning my dress shirt and she pushes it off of me. Her pink, little tongue comes out to wet her red lips at the sight of my bare chest. “It’s the only good thing about having small boobs.”

  “Your boobs are perfect.”

  “They are small.”

  “But really sensitive.”

  To prove my point, I cup one of her small breasts and tweak my finger over her nipple making it hard in an instant.

  Her amber eyes close and a soft moan of delight parts her lips.

  I kiss her again.

  It’s so hard to resist the call of those pouty, vixen, red lips of hers. The lips that haunt my wildest fantasies. I’ve lost count of how many times I have imagined her doing dirty things to me with that mouth.

  Utterly dirty, utterly crazy things.

  Slender fingers tug at the loops of my pants. Walking backward, she pulls me with her.

  “Bedroom,” she mutters against my mouth between the kisses. “Now.”

  On the way, her fingers unbuckle my belt and my pants.

  I don’t know how long we take to get to her bedroom.

  Moving in the dark more than a couple of times we stumble upon furniture or walls that are in our way. But it’s more important that my hands wander around her naked body. It’s more important that my lips taste her skin.

  Once we get to our destination, she flicks on the light. A soft glow illuminates her bedroom, but looking around is the last thing on my mind right now.

  Sienna’s small hands push against my chest, making me fall on her bed.

  She smiles at me from above, her teeth biting into her lower lip.

  “Get out of the pants, Shelton.” Her tongue darts outside, wetting her lips. “I want to taste you.”

  I don’t know where these words come from, but the moment they leave my mouth, I know they are the truth.

  Going down on a guy has never been my thing. Call me selfish, but I like to be precautious. It’s not that I have anything against the act itself, but to me, it always seemed too intimate. Almost on the same level of intimate as looking a lover in his eyes during sex.

  Another thing I never did.

  Until J.D.

  I guess there is the first time for everything.

  J.D. does as I say, pulling down his pants and underwear in one swift motion. “You don’t have to do it,” he says from his spot on the bed.

  J.D. pops on his elbows, his arm muscles flexing, and his chest bared for me to look.

  God, he’s perfect.

  Every muscle in his body is hard and ripped. His masculinity makes my bedroom seem small and more girly than ever before. If I didn’t feel the heat of his skin and hurried beat of his heart merely a few seconds ago, I would think he’s one of those beautiful marble statues created by Michelangelo.

  “I want to,” I say, looking him in the eyes. Those green gems that are burning brightly looking at me.

  Slowly, I crawl on the bed next to him. I let my hands trace his legs from his ankles upward. My touch soft, unhurried. Not once do we break our stare.

  When my hand is high enough on his thigh I don’t stop. My fingers wrap around his cock and I start stroking him in a slow, deliberate pace.

  His lids flutter and close, a look of sweet agony all over his face.

  J.D.’s big. Like really, really
big. People who say that guys who are really tall aren’t gifted below the waist don’t know shit. I have the real-life example of that right in my hands.

  He’s smooth. Soft and hard at the same time. I tighten my grip, feeling his hot cock pulsing with life in my hand.

  His hands clasp the sheet between his fingers, a muffled groan parting his lips.

  One side of my mouth tips upward in delight.

  Lowering my head, I kiss his head. The salty taste of precum reaching my taste buds.

  I hear the sharp intake of breath and my eyes lift to look at his face as I part my lips and take him inside. Just the tip.

  Another groan, this time louder.

  “You are killing me, Roberts.”

  Green eyes open, if only barely, and look at me.

  I laugh. He can feel the vibration and his eyes fall shut again, his head smacking into the pillow.

  My tongue flicks over his pulsing head.

  Once.

  Twice.

  I take more of him between my lips, my hand never leaving the base of his cock. There is no way I could ever be able to completely take him in, but I don’t let that discourage me.

  I quicken my pace then slow it down.

  Teasing him.

  My grip on him tightens, only to loosen after few long seconds. I suck him inside of my mouth slowly, then even slower let him slide out.

  On repeat.

  J.D.’s breathing becomes hard and labored. I can feel his pulse. The rush of blood through his veins.

  “Y-You’ve … gotta stop,” he murmurs through heavy pants. Barely loud enough for me to hear him. “Si …”

  My name is a loud groan falling from his lips as my tongue licks the underside of his dick.

  This is what I’m doing to him. This big, strong man in front of me in crumbling to pieces. I may be at his feet, but he’s mine to control.

  Mine to own.

  The thought of it makes me grow wetter than I already am. Who would have thought that giving a guy blowjob could be such a turn on? Such a rush?

  His hands find a way to my cheeks, his fingers tangle in my hair pulling it back from my face.

  “Not like this.”

  I don’t get much time to think or protest. J.D.’s hands come around me and pull me up over him.

  He starts kissing me again, not caring that a few seconds ago I had his dick in my mouth and he can taste himself on my tongue.

  I return his kiss with the same fervor and need that matches his. Our legs tangle and my hands go to his neck pulling him closer to me. All the way inside, as far as he can go. I don’t want anything between us. Not even air.

  J.D. rolls to the side, pulling me along with him. The mattress is under me, his weight pressing me down into the covers.

  “You have too many clothes.”

  “They’re in—” a ripping sound fills the room “—my way.” He smiles smugly. “Not anymore.”

  “That’s barbaric,” I say, my mouth still hanging open in surprise.

  “Necessary.”

  “They were new.”

  “I’ll buy you another pair.”

  He sucks my lower lip between his. J.D.’s hands are slowly tracing my sides. From the side of my breasts all the way down to my hips. Up and down. Torturing me slowly. I can feel him nestled between my thighs and want to scream in frustration.

  J.D.’s eyes meet mine and he gives me a knowing look.

  “I want you,” I say, pulling him in for another kiss.

  “Condom …”

  My hand’s rifling through the drawer in my nightstand until I find what I’ve been looking for.

  I pull away and give him a small square package.

  He opens it with his teeth and quickly puts it on.

  In a heartbeat, he is looming over me. My legs part, inviting him in. I start kissing his chest. The flat brownish nipple is in front of me, and I suck it in my mouth.

  J.D. leans on his forearms that are on both sides of my head. His biceps flexing.

  My hands grip his back as he slowly opens me up. I haven’t been with anybody since him, and he’s so large it’s a tight fit.

  J.D.’s hands pat my hair, pulling it out of my face.

  I close my eyes and fully enjoy the feeling of his cock stretching me, pulsing inside of me until he’s all the way in.

  “You okay?” he whispers in my ear. His hot breath caressing my skin and making me shiver.

  I bite into my lip to suppress the loud moan threatening to come out and nod my head.

  He slowly starts moving. One small retreat before he pushes back inside again. I meet his thrusts.

  We rock against each other.

  Sweaty skin on sweaty skin. Our lips lock together. Tongues meddling. My nails drawing blood on his back. His hand cups my breast, skilled fingers tweaking a hard nipple as his thrusts become stronger and harder.

  I feel my body start to spasm, and I bite into his shoulder to stop myself from screaming.

  In excitement? In release? His name? I don’t know.

  J.D. feels my pussy tighten around him and any sign of control that was left is gone. His fingers curl around the headboard as he seeks his own relief.

  “I’m coming,” he groans loudly.

  After a few more hard thrusts, I can feel him come inside me. His body shudders and his weight falls over me, pressing me into the mattress.

  After all the banging and groaning, the room feels awfully quiet now that the only sound filling it is the sound of our loud, heavy breathing.

  I want to pull away, but his body doesn’t leave me much space to breathe, much less move somewhere.

  “Don’t do it.”

  “Do what?” I look at him but his eyes are closed.

  J.D. looks satisfied and relaxed. A fine layer of sweat is covering his skin and short hair.

  “Overthink this.”

  “I’m not.”

  He opens his eyes that are still glossy and dark. “Liar.”

  “Am not,” I pout.

  “Are too.” He chuckles, and I can feel the vibration all over my body. His hands move my sweaty hair as he cups my cheeks. “You are not getting rid of me this time around.”

  “I wasn’t planning to show you the door,” I lie. I totally did. No guy has slept in my room since … well, a long time.

  “Liar.”

  I open my mouth to contradict him, but his raised brow stops me from doing so.

  “I don’t want you to marry me, Sienna. I don’t even want a relationship. We are having good, old-fashioned fun.”

  “This is the second time we’ve had sex. In my world that’s like we’re old married couple. I don’t do this kind of shit.” I sigh, frustrated. I want to push him away to get a little bit of space between us, but he doesn’t bulge. “One-night stands, that’s me. Sexy flirting, hot fuck, and you’re out. That’s me.”

  “It doesn’t have to be complicated. Hell, I don’t do complicated. I’m too busy for it, we both are. But, what you’re doing to my body … I haven’t felt this alive in a long time. You can be a real pain in the ass outside the bed, but what we have here, this fire, I don’t want to give it up. I want more of it. I want more of you. And if you don’t feel the same I can’t stop you from kicking my ass out right this second, but I know you feel the same.”

  He moves from me, but only so much that his hands can roam my body freely. “Do you feel it? Because I can sure as hell feel my blood start rushing through my veins once again and we’ve just finished.”

  Lump forms in my throat and I want to press it down. I can feel it. I can feel my body awaken to his touch. The itch to touch him, to pull his body into mine again and seek his warmth, is so strong that I’m not sure I’d be able to resist it even if I tired.

  I want to show him out of my apartment as much as I want to take his cock and put it inside me so that we can start round two. I want more of him and I want him gone at the same time, but there is no way I can have both.

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��What do you say?” He looks at me, waiting for my answer. “We can continue this, enjoy ourselves when we are together, but then there is no more kicking out or running away. Or … I can get up and leave.”

  I give myself a minute to think about it.

  I like the way he makes me feel, what he can do to my body and what I can do to his. There isn’t another man who could make me feel this kind of pleasure in a long time, and I’m craving more. This could be a wrong decision, but I’m not making the same mistake I did in the past. This time I’ll use him, and once I’ve had enough I’ll walk away.

  Pushing against his chest he falls on his back and I straddle his lap. “You better sleep on your side of the bed, I don’t like to be hot.”

  When I unlock the door to my apartment, my phone starts ringing in a familiar tone. A smug smile curls my lips as I take it out of my back pocket and slide my thumb over the screen to answer the call.

  “You are one really hard woman to reach, Sy-Sy.”

  I chuckle at my caller’s irritated voice. “I’m one busy woman, Willy-boy,” I correct him. “You should really stop expecting every woman you meet to be at your back and call as all of those ball hussies you surround yourself with. Some of us have more important things to do.”

  William’s laughter fills the other end of the phone line.

  Which is good, because I’m joking.

  Okay, I’m partly joking.

  Maybe this statement doesn’t work for Will, but it sure does for some guys. And girls.

  Hey, I’m not sexist. I know it’s not always the guy that’s at fault. Nobody is perfect. Not even me, although sometimes I appear as if I think so about myself. Which I’m not. I can see perfectly well all my virtues and flaws.

  “I know how busy you must be, but some matters are more urgent than others.”

  “Are you dying?” I roll my eyes at his exaggeration. “Do you need like a blood or organ donor, you need it ASAP and I’m the only one that matches?”

  “Now you are being simply mean, Sy-Sy.”