After my yoga session with Derrick out by the pool, I decide to see if the treadmill in the gym was free to do a couple of laps on. “Hey,” I call out watching Evan pounding into the punching bag. One after another, steady fists hitting the bag with a thud. His naked chest is dripping in sweat. Tanned tattooed arms glistened with sweat under the fluorescent lights. Dressed in grey tracksuit pants and bare feet, he looks like an MMA fighter, not a famous rock star.
“What did it ever do to you?” I tried to crack a joke to lighten the tension between us, pointing at the punching bag. Blue eyes hungrily look over my workout gear. I can feel my nipples hardening under his intense stare.
“Just been a rough morning,” he says, as he starts to unwrap his knuckles.
My eyes see that they are all cut up from his brutal session. Walking over to where he is standing, I grab his hand inspecting it. “You’re bleeding,” I declare, pointing to his hands, the bandages are stained pink.
He just shrugs.
“Evan, your livelihood relies on those hands. Shouldn’t you be more careful?”
Evan smiles.
“Let me fix them up so they don’t get infected and ruin my European holiday,” I tease, giving him a wink as I head out to the back of the gym area where there is a first aid kit, grabbing it I make my way back out to where he is.
Pointing to a bench seat indicating he should sit. He straddles the bench, I follow doing the same our knees knocking against each other, just the barest of touches and my body responds to him again. Well, this is mighty inconvenient. Taking one of his large hands in mine, I dab the antiseptic cream on the cuts with a cotton wool ball.
Evan lets out a hiss each time I dab.
“Sorry,” I say, biting my lip, because it’s funny that this big old rock star is wincing at some antiseptic cream.
“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?”
A soft chuckle leaves my lips. “Of course not,” I respond, looking at him through my lashes. We continue in silence. Once I have cleaned up one hand he lets it drop resting it on my inner thigh very close to my sweet spot. As I clean up the other, his thumb draws slow circle motions around my inner thigh. I’m trying really hard to ignore his fingers as I patch up his other hand. Glancing down, I can see the indent of his hard-on pushing against his grey track pants. Fuck, I’m growing wet just thinking about it.
“You should try doing yoga, it helps relieve stress better than punching a bag and is less bloody.
Looking down at his damaged hands, he asks, “Are you going to teach me?” His eyes flick to my breasts.
This damn sports bra is not leaving much to the imagination. I’m probably giving him a good look straight down as I work on his hand. “If you want, sure.” I state, giving him a smile.
His eyes are sparkling with mischief as his thumb moves closer and closer to my core.
“All finished.”
Not just yet you’re not,” he growls, grabbing my ass and pulling me closer to him “Sienna, I need to be inside you right now, that is the perfect stress reliever.”
My eyes flick to the doorway, everyone else is busy. I can hear them walking around the house, but anyone could come in and see us. If I’m honest, the thrill heightens my senses.
“We said only one night, Evan,” I say, reminding him of our talk.
“I know but then you skip in here wearing nothing but that, and then you tend to my hand and fuck it’s got me all hard.” Leaning closer, he whispers into my ear “I have an idea, let me rip a hole right here,” he says rubbing the seam of my leggings, putting pressure directly on my clit. “Then I can slip in and if someone comes in you can easily walk out fully clothed.”
My chest starts to rise; his idea was hot, nodding in agreement before I changed my mind.
Evan quickly rips a hole in my leggings his finger dipping underneath my panties finding my clit.
“Fuck, Sienna, you are so wet, who knew you were an exhibitionist.”
I bite my lip because I had no idea I was either. I reach out to release his cock from his sweatpants, listening to him moan as my hands wrap around his thickness. “Please say you have protection,” I whisper.
Evan’s fingers start working into me, curling up and touching that spot that makes me see stars. “In my back pocket.”
Grabbing it out and putting it between us. Evan’s fingers are magic as they work me over, his thumb rolling over my clit. My hand grabs his shoulders for support as he works me higher and higher towards a release. Our breaths come out hard, my hand grips tighter, making Evan growl.
“Come for me, sweetheart so I can fuck your tight pussy again.”
Oh, my God, listening to Evan’s dirty command pushes me over the edge and I come biting my lip so no one can hear me.
“Now wrap your legs around me, sweetheart.”
Evan groans in between my pumps of his cock. He pulls me up onto his lap, his cock poised at my entrance gently rubbing the metal of his piercing across my sensitive clit, little aftershocks from my orgasm tickle me with each stroke. Helping him slide the condom on, I position his cock at my entrance.
“You ready sweetheart? It’s going to be fast and I’m going to need you to keep quiet just in case someone comes in okay.”
I could only manage to nod as this was torture, then he slides into me.
I bite down on his shoulder to mask my scream.
Holding my hips, Evan pumps hard again up into me, the metal ring hitting my inner walls, it was punishing but in a good way. I was holding on for dear life as this man totally fucked the living shit out of me. Riding his dick hard, I could feel another orgasm building all over my body. “I’m going to come, Evan.” My confession making him pump into me harder tipping me over the edge into oblivion and he isn’t too far behind me. We fall against one another, both of us exhausted.
Evan pushes back my sweaty hair from my face “Fuck, you are perfect.” Then kisses me tenderly his reaction confusing me, I wasn’t expecting this level of intimacy for a one night stand, am I doing them wrong? I’m not sure.
“What are we doing, Evan?”
Resting his forehead against mine he responds.
“I know we said a one-night thing.”
I nodded in agreement, too exhausted to talk.
“I know I am going to want to have you again and you sure as hell are going to want me again.”
Slapping his chest laughing he was right, but he didn’t need to be so cocky about it.
“Well how about this, we continue enjoying each other until the tour starts; technically you’re not my employee until then.”
Mulling this over could I handle whatever we are doing for the next month then just stop? Flashing me those dimples, I couldn’t help but agree, I am a sucker, who the hell would say no to this man, and he knows it.
“Fine, no touching anyone else, agreed.”
Evan nods in agreement.
“Okay then, once we are in London we go back to being what?”
“Friends,” Evan replies.
“Okay friends,” I agree.