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 giving 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.