Throwing the pencil against the wall, frustrated because I have been sitting here for far too long, my fucking brain has turned to mush. Or could it be the fact that Sienna has gone out on a girls’ night with Vanessa, Isla and Derrick, that is making it hard for me to concentrate. The boys went to bed a while ago, after a couple of drinks, and I probably should have followed, but I couldn’t sleep, anxiously waiting for her to come home. I’ve been sitting on one of the couches in the entertainment room, staring up at the mirror ball strumming my guitar, praying that some divine intervention would come through those doors and inspire me. I need to stretch my body out. Standing, I do just that, cracking the bones with my movements.
Apparently, someone heard my prays because not five minutes later Sienna walks through the doors dressed in a tight t-shirt, no bra, and those damn yoga pants that leave nothing to the imagination.
“Shit, you scared me,” she says, stopping inside the room, looking a little uneasy on her feet from her night out with the girls.
“Just getting home?” I question, my eyes trailing over her. She’s scrubbed her makeup off and looks even more beautiful than she does all made up.
“Yep, came looking for you; you weren’t in your bed,” she answers with a giggle, walking closer towards me.
My eyes drop to her chest, her nipples pressing through her thin t-shirt. Fuck it’s sexy, my dick twitches at the view. Down boy, our girl is a little bit tipsy so we can’t go there.
“Good night then?”
She nods, her eyes looking at me hungrily.
“Miss me?” I ask
Sienna walks towards the steel stripper pole, her hand grabbing the steel.
Was she going to use the pole? I remember that first night when she commanded the attention of everyone as she twirled around the pole with Isla, but this time, she isn’t as drunk. I take a seat back on the sofa hoping to enjoy the show.
“Why are you still up, Evan?”
“Couldn’t sleep.” I confess
Sienna grabs the pole, swings around once, stopping in front of me, she asks, “Why?”
“Honestly?” I’m just going to lay it out there like a damn pussy but she is mesmerising me with her moves and those tits.
She nods.
“Because of you.”
“Me?” Her hand rests on her chest looking shocked by my answer.
“I was worried that some guy was going to touch you tonight and I wasn’t there to tell him to back off, that you are mine at the moment.”
“Jealous were you?” She smirks, as she twirls around the pole again.
“Yes,” I growl. It was the honest truth.
“What would you do if I told you someone touched me tonight?”
My fists grabbed the velvet sofa; someone better not have touched her.
Sienna arched her back and twisted around the pole, distracting me from the anger bubbling inside.
“Did you let someone touch you tonight, Sienna?” My voice is deep and stern. Sienna ignores me.
Spinning around, her feet were not touching the ground, they just hovered in the air before stopping and standing in front of me with a smile on her face. “Derrick and I took classes for two years, he was hopeless but apparently I have a natural ability.” She grins, grabs the pole and starts spinning around it again.
My dick was most definitely interested in what he was seeing. It was my personal strip show. Would she take off her clothes as the dance continued? Then I realize she’s distracting me from my question. “Sienna, I asked if someone touched you tonight and you didn’t answer me.”
“Not yet but the night is still young, Evan.” She smiles, giving me a wink.
Fuck, this woman has me by the balls, twirling around the pole. I palm my crotch as it grows underneath my jeans “You look so beautiful, I want to watch you.”
Her top teeth sink into her plump lower lip as she looks at me, giving me a smile. She starts her routine again; graceful, elegant, nothing sleazy about what she is doing on the pole. Slowly around she goes, but this time she starts touching herself.
Fuck! I adjust myself again.
Twisting round and round; her tits bounce with each movement. My eyes can’t stop watching her. She is sexy as hell. All I can think about is wanting her, taking her, having her, letting her know she is mine, because there is no way in hell she is ever going to perform something like that for any another man. My body is tense from the sexual arousal I am feeling. I can feel the blood rushing down through my body to my cock. I want to touch myself I want her to watch me pleasure myself. “Fuck, Sienna, you’ve made me so fucking hard,” I bark, while grabbing myself.
“Do you need to touch yourself, Evan?” She asks, while she dances for me.
“Yes.” I groan.
“I want you to touch yourself while I dance.”
This beautiful woman is bewitching me on a pole, and I am in fucking heaven right now. My cock sits painfully behind the zipper of my jeans. Sienna’s eyes are on me, watching every movement as my hands unfold from each other to undo my zipper.
Her eyes are stuck on my cock, she licks her lips, she fucking licks her lips, and my cock twitches. I know how much she loves sucking my cock. “Stop looking at me like that, sweetheart, otherwise I am going to pull you down on top of me and fuck you.”
She sighs and continues her sensual display for me.
Dragging my thumb over my pre-cum, my cock feels so sensitive; the slightest of touches makes me groan. Slowly, I pump my myself while Sienna’s hands trace over her body; I wish they were my hands tracing her body. Dipping between the valley of her tits, over the plains of her plump ass, nestling between her thighs. Fuck, the visual she was giving me was going to make me come in a couple of seconds. That would be embarrassing. Slow it down, Evan; slow it down, enjoy this ride. “Sienna you are fucking beautiful,” I murmur, stroking my aching length up and down, harder with each stroke.
Her eyes are flicking to mine as she gives me a small smile.
“Does watching me play with myself turn you on?”
Watching her falter a bit on the pole, sliding down she stops and looks at me.
“It’s the hottest thing I have ever seen,” she answers, sincerely.
Grabbing my dick, I rumble, “This is all for you, sweetheart. My cock has been aching for you all night. My mind has been going crazy about tonight, wondering if another man got to sample those perfect lips.”
“Only you, Evan,” she confesses.
Just like that, a weight is lifted from me. My hand grips tighter around my cock, silence filling the dark room, the only sound is my hand sliding over my skin. “That is why I had to touch myself. You make me lose control, Sienna.”
Her breath quickens with my words.
“What are you thinking about while you touch yourself,” she asks. My eyes widen while I watch her. “Sienna,” I growl at her in frustration.
“Tell me, Evan, I want to know.”
“I’m thinking about removing your top so I can see your tits,” I respond, while sliding my hand over my dick as my words leave my mouth.
“What; like this?” She pulls off her t-shirt freeing her beautiful breasts.
Surprising me for a moment with her gorgeous, pink nipples forming hard peaks; she was tormenting me. Her hands glide over her breasts.
“Just like that, sweetheart, I would take one of those hard nipples, suck it deep into my mouth just the way you like it.”
As her fingers pinch her dusty pink nipples, she lets out a soft moan.
“Slowly, I would make my way down your body, licking and tasting every inch of your skin until I reached your pants.”
Her hooded eyes look at me as her hands run down the path that I speak of; her teeth biting into her plump pink lips.
“I would peel those pants down your legs, slowly.”
Watching as she followed my words, her grey yoga pants hit the floor. Sienna steps out of them, leaving nothing but a tiny scrap of fabric covering her.
“You would be waiting for me to pull down your panties, your pussy throbbing for me in anticipation. Are you wet for me, Sienna?”
Her eyes were growing wide, a mischievous grin landing on her face as her fingers slowly breach the thin material of her G-string, dipping inside of her core.
Making me groan as I watch her, my hand slowing down, I was mesmerized.
Her head rolls backwards as her fingers move slowly under the thin fabric.
“Sienna, I want to touch you, so goddamn much.” I declare, moving towards her, I seize her legs and pull them closer to me so she is standing directly in front of me. “Do you know what I want to do now?” I rumble, while looking up at her.
Her hooded, green eyes are sparkling with desire looking down at me. She pulls her hand from her underwear, fingers glistening with her arousal, and offers them to me.
One by one I lick her fingers savoring her taste.
“Evan,” Sienna moans, with each suck.
I rip her underwear off making her squeal, throwing it to the side. Nudging her legs open I take one leg and place it on the couch, her glistening pussy held right in front of my eyes. Fuck me! I could blow my load just looking at her like that. Gently, I blow on her sensitive clit, making her buck when the cool air hits her heat.
“Starting right here,” I say, as I gently start biting her inner thighs, the first touch of my teeth on her skin heating her body. Bite by bite, I slowly edge closer to her sweet spot, skimming over it, making my way down the other thigh.
She was wriggling in anticipation, breathless for more. “You are such a tease, Evan.”
“You have no idea, sweetheart, how much of a tease I can be.”
Sienna let out a whimper at my words.
Gently blowing again across her throbbing pussy, I whisper, “You like that, don’t you?”
Sienna hums
“Want me to tell you what I want to do next to you?”
Moaning, Sienna had lost the ability to speak.
“Are my words making you ache, sweetheart?”
“Please, Evan.”
Fuck, I want to tease her, tempt her. I want her breathless and wanton for me. I want her begging me, pleading with me to take her; but fuck it; I don’t think I can wait that long myself. My cock is already leaking, and my balls are drawn up tight just waiting for me to release them.
“My tongue could take away that ache you have between your legs, sweetheart. A couple of flicks and I bet you would be feeling a hell of a lot better, or maybe you want my hands on you. The same hands that are sliding over my cock? Those same fingers could now be sliding over your core, pushing your folds apart slowly, exploring the ache developing within you, the pressure building with every long stroke. Sinking into you, feeling your tight pussy wrapped around my fingers as I stroke your inner walls, feeling your heat all around me bringing you higher until you can’t take it any longer.”
Sienna moans loudly. “Evan, stop fucking talking and just do it, will you.”
“What do you want, sweetheart? Do you want me to take my time, slowly with my tongue? Or do you want my cock filling you up, fucking that ache away?”
Her eyes drop down to my cock.
Dropping her leg from the couch, she drops to her knees; swiftly taking my cock in her mouth.
“Fuck,” I groan, grabbing her hair as she sucks harder on my cock.
“Sweetheart, what are you doing?”
Her eyes meet mine as she sits in-between my legs. My dick in her mouth, a smile across her face; a couple more sucks and she sits back on her heels.
“I was sick of waiting for you to do something,” She said, looking like a fantasy come to life sitting there naked.
“You’re right,” I responded, picking her up from the ground and throwing her against the couch. I took my shoes and socks off, followed by removing my jeans and then took a condom from my pocket. I ripped the foil slowly, pulling it over my aching cock.
Sienna’s eyes watching every movement.
“Ready, sweetheart?”
Biting her bottom lip, she nods as I hover over her, kissing her mouth with heated passion. Her legs wrapping around my waist as I slowly nudge her entrance. Inch by inch, I push my way into her, feeling her wet heat around my cock, taking a moment as I adjust to her. “Fuck, Sienna, you feel fucking fantastic,” I groan, as I fill her.
She wriggles under me, her eyes pleading for more.
Taking myself almost all the way out of her before I slam back into her hard, I rumble, “Hold on, sweetheart.” As I drive into her harder, faster, her nails scraping my back, the heels of her feet digging into my ass, the pubic bar at the base of my cock hitting her clit over and over again. I could feel her starting to clench as her orgasm hovered.
“Fuck, Evan, fuck,” she screams, her inner walls clenching on my cock, a couple more thrusts and I am coming right behind her, my face nestled against her neck. Fuck, I want more. Picking her lifeless body up from the couch, I carry her back to my bedroom.