Ever since Vanessa offered Sienna a job a couple of months ago, I have been anticipating her arrival. I have been slamming back beer after beer trying to bury the anxiety brewing inside of me. Knowing she’s arrived and is currently at Vanessa’s catching up with her is driving me mad. I’m a fucking mess, but thank fuck none of the boys realize this. Just another Friday night out with the boys at The California Bros.; our local bar. Normally I have better self-control when drinking, but tonight I’ve gotten wasted trying to put the thoughts of Sienna out of my mind.
“You alright, man?” Christian asks as we bundle into the SUV early in the morning heading back to his house. Usually, I crash at my brother’s house in Malibu when I’m in town but I’ve asked to stay at Chris’s hoping to run into Sienna in the morning. Fuck, I’m a sad bastard.
I shrugged at him, because there was no answer to Chris’s question. I couldn’t tell anyone about the thoughts in my head.
“Feeling old, man? Can’t drink like you used to?” Christian teases.
Like the fucker can talk, he turns 30 next year. Acting like a grown up I punch him in the balls and laugh as he squeals in pain.
“You fucker,” Christian yells, in a high-pitched voice.
Wasn’t long until we were back at his place. The house was dark and quiet; the occupants were either asleep or out.
“Night dickhead,” Christian grumbles, as he hobbles towards his room.
Making my way downstairs to the guest rooms that overlook the pool on the ground floor, not bothering to turn on the light, I throw my t-shirt off, kick off my chucks and socks as I walk. Fuck. I stub my toe on the stupid couch, the pain making my head even fuzzier than it already is. Pushing my jeans off I get them stuck around my ankles. Tripping me up, I land hard on my knees. “Motherfucker,” I curse, wrestling with my jeans. Finally free of them, I crawl into the large king size bed naked. My drunkenness is pulling me under and I drift soundly to sleep.
I hear a woman scream jolting me awake. I jump out of bed in a panic. The dark room is spinning, my hangover starting to seep into my brain cells.
“Who the fuck are you?” The female screams at me.
“Who the fuck are you?” I ask, scratching my head. Because, shit I don’t remember taking a chick home from the bar. Not when Sienna has consumed my mind for the past 24 hours.
“What the hell are you doing?”
She is shaking the bedside lamp at me like it will protect her; it’s cute.
“Don’t fucking come near me. I have a weapon,” she whisper yells.
Sweetheart, I am a six foot three, tatted up rocker, that lamp is not going to protect you from me. Then it clicks, that accent, the way she is swearing at me it’s the same tone Vanessa gets when we are in trouble. Fuck, Sienna! How did she get into my bed? My heart is racing; this was not the way I wanted to meet her for the first time. I take two steps into the early morning light so she can see who I am. I don’t want to scare her any more than I have.
She drops the lamp, that’s when I know she has recognized me, her eyes widen as she takes in my naked form, making my dick start to stand to attention.
“Like what you see, sweetheart? Most women do.”
Her eyes trail over me, I watch as her chest quickens, her cheeks blush, then she pinches herself.
“You’re not dreaming, sweetheart,” I tell her, as I walk towards her. I need to get closer. My dick is as hard as steel and her eyes don’t move from it which makes it throb.
“You’re naked.” She blurts out.
“Looks like I am,” I reply, giving her a smirk. The way she is looking at me it’s as if she is two steps away from jumping into my arms and doing something she might regret or bolting out the door.
“What are you doing in my room?” She asks.
Pausing for a moment, I think to myself, how drunk did I get? Am I in the wrong place? No, all my stuff is in here; even my guitar is standing in the corner.
“No, I’m sure this is my room, Sienna.”
Now it’s her turn to look around the room; I can see the embarrassment all over her face as she realizes it’s she who is in the wrong room.
“Oh, I … I,” she tries to recover, but stumbles over her words. Sienna takes a couple of steps back away from me, her back hitting the wall behind her.
Fuck, I notice what she is wearing, which is fuck all. Dressed in nothing but a lace bra and panties; the bra barely covering her hard nipples. I can see every curve and dip of her body. I want to taste every inch of her glorious body.
“You are a beautiful woman, Sienna.”
Her teeth sink into her luscious lower lip; it takes everything not to do the same to her.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she adds quickly, making me chuckle.
“What is that?” Sienna asks, her eyes focused on my cock.
“That is my cock, a very hard cock.”
Sienna rolls her eyes at me placing her hands on her hips. “I am well versed on cocks; I know what one is.”
I like her sass, but next time she gives me some while my cock is out, her ass is going to be a lovely shade of pink.
“But sweetheart, you haven’t seen mine before, look at it, IT.IS.PERFECTION.” Wrapping my hand around my throbbing cock, I stroke it back and forth hoping she will follow my lead.
“Is that a ring?”
Curious little one she was. “That, darlin’ is a Prince Albert piercing, I also have a pubic piercing at the base, ribbed for your pleasure.” I can see the heat in her eyes, she likes what she sees.
“And women like that?” She asks.
Usually, I don’t have this many questions when I am naked with a woman.
“Yes, sweetheart they do. I made one woman faint after experiencing it.”
It’s true, I made one groupie faint after experiencing my metal but it could have been the fact that she was a mega fan, so just being in my presence was enough to send her over the edge. Because she fainted when I first spoke to her at the meet and greet, but she quickly recovered after a couple of orgasms.
A small smile ghosts her lips as she looks at my cock. Her hand twitches at the side as if she wants to reach out and touch it.
“I can see it on your face; you want to feel it?” I continue to slide my hand back and forth over my cock hopefully encouraging her to do the same.
Sienna pauses, I can see she is having an internal struggle, so I take the choice away from her grabbing her hand and placing it on my cock. Her tentative hand wraps itself around my length; her thumb skims over the metal ring.
“You’re killing me, Sienna,” I whisper, resting my palms against the wall above her head, with each stroke of my shaft turning my legs into jelly. Sienna has found an excruciating rhythm and I can feel the tingles up my back. Our heavy breathing is filling up the quiet room; our eyes caught on each other as she gives me pleasure.
Her hand is not enough, I need more. Pressing my lips against hers, tentatively I let my tongue lick the seam of her mouth, waiting and hoping that she will let me taste her. Sienna lets out a whimper and opens her mouth for me; before I know it we are devouring each other.
My hand falls on her ass lifting her up, Sienna’s legs wrap around my waist, pushing my hardness against her. Nothing but a scrap of fabric separates us; it’s not enough. I need more and my body presses into her. Dragging my piercing against her wet center, back and forth, Sienna’s body responding to each stroke.
“You like the way my cock is stroking against you, making you wetter? Because I do.”
I need more as I nip my way down her soft skin, over her collar bone towards her tits. My nose pushes the lace away exposing her taut nipple. My tongue laves the puckered skin making Sienna moan as her head falls back against the wall. That’s it, sweetheart, you are mine. “Fuck, your tits are incredible” I palm the fullness of each breast, they fit perfectly in my hands. Sienna’s nails burn down my back. That’s it baby, hang on I’m not done with you yet. I push myself hard against her clit.
“Oh my God,” Sienna screams out, as she bucks in my arms, her orgasm ripping through her body.
Fuck yeah, sweetheart I can feel myself not far behind her as I continue rubbing myself against her wet panties.
Sienna pushes me away; her palms are flat against my chest and pushes harder against me. I let her feet fall to the floor; my breath labored, my dick is aching to finish. The look on Sienna’s face changes from satisfaction to panic as she grabs her clothes from the floor.
“Sorry,” she whispers, as she disappears through the glass patio door.
Fuck, what have I done?