by J. A. Low
The memory of slowly inching inside of her heated core, hearing the whimpers coming from her mouth as she told me to hurry up and fuck her was turning me on now in the shower. Her dirty little mouth was a complete turn on, the way she spurred me on pushing back against my dick so I could go deeper. My fingers gripping her hips as I pushed into her, harder and harder until we both came screaming each other’s names, falling into a heap. Totally lost in my daydream, I hadn’t realized that I wasn’t alone anymore until soft hands reached around grabbing my dick. “Fuck,” I moan, my heart racing a million miles.
Sienna lets out a giggle. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” I turn around to her, her cheeks are flushed, she’s naked.
“You never have to apologize for putting your hands on my dick, sweetheart.”
Her eyebrow lifted up as her eyes trailed down over my body. “That’s good to know.”
Gently stroking me, I let my head fall back against the cool tiles, the water rushing over us. Sienna’s tits pressed up against my chest as she kisses my neck, along my collarbone. My hand finds her pussy ready for me to slip in and out of. I need to have her again. I let my hand fall from her, making her whimper with the sudden loss.
Grabbing her ass and hauling her up off the floor, turning and pushing her back against the tiles, her legs wrapping around my waist, I pin her to the wall with my hips “Fuck, I need you again.” I let my cock tease her entrance, the metal ring sliding back and forth over her clit.
Her teeth biting into the flesh of my shoulder with each stroke. “Condom?” Sienna whispers.
Fuck I nearly forgot a condom, never have I ever forgotten that. Turning off the shower her legs stay wrapped around me as I walk us back out of the bathroom and lay her on the bed. Jumping up grabbing another condom before settling over her, quickly sheathing myself I slide in, both of us let out a silent moan as I fill her.
“Seriously, Evan, we have to stop. I don’t think I can walk.” She giggles in my arms.
“Maybe that was my plan, you never have to leave the bed,” I say, kissing her gently.
“I wish we could stay here a little longer,” she whispers.
“Me too, do you want to talk about it?” When the hell have I ever been the guy that has ever wanted to talk about their feelings?
She is silent for the moment. “I don’t want to say it but I think it’s for the best that we stop it here.”
Nodding at her, I knew she was right, but my dick was protesting. I have to be a fucking adult and agree. “Will you be okay about that?”
Her green eyes look at me “You haven’t ruined me for all men yet, so I think I should be okay.”
“Maybe we need one more fuck then I am happy with the knowledge that I have ruined you for all men.”
She slaps me playfully across the chest, “In all seriousness Evan, I’ll be okay. I’m old enough to know a one night stand is just a one night stand, even though it was pretty good; my feelings won’t get hurt the next time I catch you with a groupie wrapped around your dick.”
My stomach sinks remembering what she saw, also why did her telling me this make me feel annoyed, not sure if I like how mature she is about it. Why do I want her to be crazy, screaming, crying telling me that she can never let me go cause of my wonder cock. Wouldn’t be the first time that’s happened? “I’m not that bad, Sienna,” I respond, raising my eyebrow at her.
She just shrugs “It’s okay, Evan. Look, I’m not going to lie and say maybe the first time it won’t sting a little, but I’m sure you won’t feel anything if I am with someone.”
My hands ball into fists hearing her mentioning another guy. I don’t like the sound of that. “As long as it’s not Blake.”
Laughing at me she giggles, “I promise, no Blake.” Giving me a kiss on the lips as she jumps out of bed. Sauntering over to her wardrobe, she gets dressed, leaving me alone in her bed.
***
A couple of hours later, playing around with some ideas, we have a rough start to some new songs.
“Okay, playback that last bit boys,” Axel calls out, silence.
We all look up and realize the sound boys aren’t there. What the fuck?
“Let’s take five, y’all,” Axel says, as we head out of the sound booth, stopping and looking at Keith and Seth glued to the glass windows.
“What the hell are you guys doing?” The boys ignored my question. I join them at the window. Sienna and Derrick are having a yoga session in the backyard area. Sienna’s dressed in a tight grey sports bra and leggings leaving nothing at all to the imagination. My dick stirs back to life remembering exactly how those curves feel. Fuck. Then one by one the rest of guys join us in silence.
“My favorite position is the downward facing dog,” Keith sighs.
“She can downward face my dick,” Seth jokes.
Slapping him across the head I scold, “Don’t be a dickhead, she works for us. Treat her with some respect ,okay?” They both look at me wide-eyed; mumble their apologies before quickly disappearing.
“You can’t blame them, Evan, Sienna is hot.” Axel points out.
I wanted to punch him as well.
“Fuck, and those tits,” Finn adds.
I want to scream; those tits are mine, back the fuck.
“Do you see how flexible she is?” Oscar jumps in.
Yes, I know exactly how flexible she is, all last night I had her bent in a million positions. “Guys, come on, stop ogling her like a piece of meat.” They all look at me as if I have grown a second head; normally I would be right there staring at her tits.
“Who the fuck are you and what have you done with Evan?” Christian jokes.
“She’s Vanessa’s friend,” I argue.
They all mumble in agreement and stop the comments.
I hate the way my band mates are looking at her. I want to be the only one to appreciate her assets. Like perverted creeps, we all stand there a little longer watching her and Derrick. I need to clear my head and hopefully get rid of this raging hard on that I’ve had since leaving her this morning. “Okay, guys let’s call it a day. We aren’t getting anywhere” I announce because all my head can think about is Sienna wearing those tight yoga pants and low cut sports bra, and that I can’t have her again.
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.
Evan surprises me early this morning.
“Wake up, sweetheart, I have something fun planned for us today.”
Usually, when Evan mentions fun, it is of the sexual kind and we have been having lots of fun over the past week. I rub my eyes, trying to focus on the looming rocker above my bed.
“Do I need to jump in there and wake you up, Sienna?” His gravelly voice is deepening as his blue eyes darken.
When I don’t answer him Evan whips the covers off. All I am wearing is a tank top and boy shorts. “Hey,” I scream, trying to get the covers back. “I was nice and warm under them.”
Evan pulls my legs to the end of the bed where he quickly pulls my pants off exposing me to him. I try desperately to cover myself with my hands, but Evan’s vice like grip holds them away from me.
“Stay still and let me wake you up,” Evan growls.
Then his mouth finds my mound and wow … now I am awake. He gently strokes his tongue along my slit.
“You taste so good, Sienna,” Evan moans against my skin.
Shivers break out over my body. He slowly laps at me until I feel my whole body come alive; my orgasm taking hold, pushing me over the edge. Eventually, I come back to earth.
“Now you’re awake, let’s go,” Evan smiles triumphantly.
***
“Whoo hoo,” I scream, on the back of Evan’s deafening Harley-Davidson as we wind our way up along the Pacific Coast. I was a bit apprehensive at first of jumping on the back of the bike, but Evan reassured me that he knew what he was doing, and that it would be fun. Plus, the thought of wrapping myself around him for hours was a pretty good incentive to get on. Currently, my fingers were wrapped around his taunt stomach, my thighs hugging his. I could feel the muscles ripple with each movement as we hugged the coastline.
It was a beautiful, early spring day; nothing but blue skies and the sunshine out before us. It wasn’t long until Evan was pulling off the Pacific Highway and into a driveway. Pressing a button, the large iron gates roll back, rumbling into the courtyard of someone’s house. Set out before us is a beautiful stone and glass beach house. Once the Harley is turned off, I could hear the sound of the waves crashing on the beach. Shaking out my vibrating legs and fluffing my flat helmet hair, I follow Evan towards the house.
Punching in another code at the main door, we enter the house, and it was breathtaking.
My eyes were drawn straight down the hallway to where the Pacific Ocean was laid out before me. “Evan, this view …” For miles all you can see is beautiful blue ocean. It reminded me of home.
“Pretty sweet place, hey,” Evan states, looking proudly at me.
“Is this yours?”
Evan laughs. “No, no, it’s my brother’s place. I crash here when I am in town.”
What, there are more Wyld boys? Not sure if the world could handle more of someone like Evan. “I didn’t know you had a brother.”
Laughing, he replied, “Yeah, he’s a couple year’s younger than me. Jake’s a professional surfer, he’s currently on the pro tour. I think he’s in Hawaii or Tahiti, not sure, but this is where he bases himself when he’s back in the country. I also have a younger sister, she’s the baby, eight years younger than me; you know the ‘oops’ baby.”
Hitting him on the arm, I tell him, “That’s mean.”
Rolling his eyes at me, he continues, “Charlotte’s a pain in my ass. She’s currently in Paris studying photography.
“Lucky lady, Paris is one of my favourite cities.”
Evan nods “Yeah Char loves it”
“So … what’s the plan for today? Relaxing by the beach? Massages? Surfing? Swimming?”
I watched him make his way into the kitchen, pull out a bottle of champagne from the fridge and a picnic basket out of the cupboard and place it on the island bench. I get just a little excited
“Thought a picnic on the beach would be a nice way to start.”
He filled the basket full of items out of the fridge. “How did you …?” I didn’t finish as I shook my head.
“Sweetheart, I’m Evan Wyld, I just have to make a phone call and things happen.”
Laughing at his arrogance, I follow him down to the beach my arms filled with oversized pillows. Evan lays out the navy rug onto the sand and pulls out the chilled bottle of champagne. Inserting two, long steel poles into the ground; he places the glasses into them, giving them a secure place to rest in the sand. There’s a platter of cheeses, cold meats, fruit, pastries and muffins.
