by JA Low
Evan
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 makes it hard for me to concentrate? The boys went to bed a while ago, after a couple of drinks. 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 prayers, 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.
“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 toward 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 toward the steel stripper pole, her hand grabbing the steel.
Is 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 and swings around once stopping in front of me, she asks, “Why?”
“Honestly?” I’m just going to lay it out there like a damned pussy but she is mesmerizing 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’re mine at the moment.”
“Jealous, are 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 grab the velvet sofa; someone better not have touched her.
Sienna arches her back and twists 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 are not touching the ground, they just hover 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 is most definitely interested in what he was seeing. It was my personal strip show. Will 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’s 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’s 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 feel. 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. “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-come, my cock feels so sensitive; the slightest of touches makes me groan. Slowly, I pump 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 is giving me is going to make me come in a couple of seconds. That will 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 little 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, 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 is tormenting me. Her hands glide over her breasts.
“Just like that, sweetheart, I would take one of those hard nipples, suck them 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 reach 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 follows my words, her grey yoga pants hit the floor. Sienna steps out of them, leaving nothing but a tiny scrap of fabric covering her.<
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“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 are 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 backward as her fingers move slowly under the thin fabric.
“Sienna, I want to touch you, so goddamn much,” I declare. Moving toward 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, and toss it to the side. Nudging her legs open, I take one leg and place it on the couch, her glistening pussy right in front of my eyes. Fuck me! I can blow my load just looking at her. Gently, I blow on her sensitive clit, making her buck when the cool air hits her sensitive skin.
“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 is 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 lets 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 loses 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 release.
“My tongue can take away that ache you have between your legs, sweetheart. A couple of flicks and I bet you will 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 can 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 wrap 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.
“Sienna, 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 says, looking like a fantasy come to life sitting there naked.
“You’re right,” I respond, picking her up from the ground and throwing her against the couch. I take my shoes and socks off, followed by my jeans where I take a condom from my pocket. I rip the foil slowly and pull it over my aching cock.
Sienna’s eyes watch every movement.
“Ready, sweetheart?”
Biting her bottom lip she nods as I hover over her, kissing her mouth with heated passion. Her legs wrap 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.” As I drive into her harder, faster, her nails scrape my back, the heels of her feet dig into my ass, the pubic bar at the base of my cock hits her clit over and over again. I can feel her starting to clench as her orgasm hovers.
“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 nestles against her neck. Fuck, I want more. Sienna goes slack underneath me, all of her energy gone. Her limbs are like jelly as I pick her up from the couch and carry her back to my bedroom.
17
Sienna
I have been admiring Evan’s tattoos daily.
The intricate work woven all over his arms is pure art. Derrick and I have wanted to get one for so long, but both of us are too ‘chicken’ to do anything about it – until Evan suggested he would take us to his tattooist. It didn’t take Evan long to make a couple of calls and book an appointment. When the rest of the boys heard what we were up to, they decided that they all had to get new tattoos, bringing Isla and Vanessa along with them.
Arriving at the California Bros. tattoo shop in Venice Beach, and stepping through the imposing black doors, I was surprised by what greeted us. It wasn't at all what I was expecting. It was funky and beautiful. Vintage-style tattoo art graced the exposed brick walls, black and silver skull embossed wallpaper line the back wall, large silver mirrors also hung on the walls on either side. It was like nothing I had seen before. The interior was just divine.
“They also own the barber shop and micro-brewery next door,” Evan says, knocking my shoulder.
What an awesome concept, but today I was testing out their tattooing skills.
“Welcome, Boys.” A Bettie Page looking woman greeted us from behind the reception desk. She is dressed in a red-checkered shirt, her large breasts straining against the buttons, skin tight dark denim jeans with blood red sky-high heels. Her black hair is rolled into a 50s style, bright red lipstick on her plump lips, and her eyes almost looking cat like completing her rockabilly look. She is beautiful. She gave each of the boys a welcoming kiss. I noticed her arms are full with vintage style tattoos; they look cool.
“They’re addictive,” she says smiling, catching me looking at her artwork.
“We have a couple of virgin’s today, Rachel,” Axel calls out from behind us.
“Oh, fresh blood,” she giggles, making my heart sink a little.
Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.
“Zander is out the back getting things ready with the other boys.”
Watching her hips sway as we follow her to where everything is set up in individual booths, mild panic started to set in. I watch as a tall guy comes out from the back room, his arms covered in tattoos, some on his face and neck as well. His light brown hair is slicked back and his eyes are a sparkling blue.
“Zander, my man,” Evan greets, pulling him into a man hug as they slap each other on the back.
“Looking good,” Zander replies with a genuine smile on his face as he looks at Evan. “How’s Jake going? Man, it's been ages since I’ve seen him.” Evan and Zander catch up on the details of his brother’s surfing life and some other random guy things.
My eyes are looking around the room checking out the setup. My heart begins to race just thinking about getting a tattoo. I can feel the sweat sticking to my skin.
“Far out, that man is hot. Seriously, it’s like hot guys attract other hot guys…like magnets pulling them to each other.” I giggle at Derrick’s comment.
I am glad he is
here with me because I am shitting myself. Vanessa and Isla have gone into another room with Finn, Oscar and Christian, while Axel went with Rachel.
“So…you two are getting your first tattoos?” Zander asks.
We can only nod our response. Even Derrick looks nervous now.
“They look like they’re both going to hurl,” he says to Evan, making them both laugh at us.
Evan’s hands begin to knead my shoulders. “Nothing to worry about, sweetheart,” he whispers into my ear.
“Who wants to go first?” Zander asks, his blue eyes looking at Derrick and me.
“Me.” I hear myself say.
“Good work. Now make yourself comfortable on that chair and show me what you want,” he instructs as his eyes drop down to my chest briefly.
Evan lets out a cough, catching Zander’s attention and glaring at him. Zander’s eyes remain above my chest for the rest of the session.
I hand him the quote that I had printed out earlier.
He looks it over and nods before taking it away, making it up onto the transfer paper. After a couple of minutes he’s back. “So, where would you like it?”
Lifting up my shirt, to the man's surprise, his eyes widen as I point to just under my bra, at the top of my rib cage.
“You’ll have to take off your bra but keep your shirt on so I can work properly.”
Looking at Evan to gauge his reaction, he nods but doesn’t seem happy about it. Thankfully, I hadn’t gone for a white tank top today as I didn’t realize I would be braless. I slowly pull my bra off, through my sleeves, dropping it on the floor with my bag.
Evan’s eyes drop to the black lace material then back to me.
Giving him a quick smile, I jump onto the table.
Zander rolls up my tank top asking me to hold it in place. Pressing the outline onto my skin, he asks me to stand up to have a look in the mirror and see if the placement is correct. Once I am satisfied, I lay down again and he starts working on my design.
Derrick holds my hand the whole time; I nearly break his fingers squeezing them so tight. The cut of the needle into my skin is agonizing, but I grit my teeth through the half hour job. I’m amazed at myself as I can't believe that I made it through my first tattoo. I stand and admire Zander’s handy work in the mirror.
