Society Girls: Sierra

by Crystal Perkins

  “Calm down, Rhieve. He just asked her how she was. And called her ‘Kitten’. In that barely-there accent of his…okay, I get the ovary explosion,” the beautiful Middle Eastern girl says. Neveah. That’s her name. I do a mental fist pump. I can do this. I can remember their names.

  “I’m right here, you know,” I tell them with a laugh.

  “Oh, we know, ball boy,” Jenysis tells me.

  “Excuse my friends. What are you doing here?” she asks. I raise an eyebrow at her, and smile when she practically growls at me before asking again. “O que faz aqui?”

  “He really is teaching her Portuguese,” Matisse says.

  “I thought you were all headed to the cafeteria for smoothies,” Sierra tells them.

  “We thought you were coming with us,” Rose tells her with a smirk.

  “I…I mean…Joel.”

  “Go with your friends. I’ll see you later.”

  “You’re sure?”

  “Claro.”

  “Okay. I should be home around six if you want to come over then.”

  “Sure. Oh, and don’t forget that it’s your turn to cook tonight.”

  “Merda.”

  “I’ll pick up pizza on the way over.”

  “Muito obrigado. Muito,” she tells me, leaning up to kiss my cheek before leaving with her friends.

  That’s not the correct way to use that word, but right now I don’t care. My girl is so fucking adorable, and also so damn sexy. I can’t wait to see her tonight. All of her.

  Chapter 8

  Sierra

  Joel’s down in the batting cage, while I’m studying in my apartment. I’m doing well with the Portuguese, and my other languages, but I need to work on some things for my Science class with Audrey tomorrow. I did okay with the subject in high school, but the stuff we’re studying is kicking my butt a little. I know I’ll get it, but I definitely can’t skate by like I do with my Fashion and Technology lessons.

  After about two hours, I’m starting to get a crick in my neck, and the formulas are all merging together on the pages. I stretch and yawn before putting everything away. I know Miles could be down there for hours if I don’t interrupt him. He’s been doing that every night this week, working in the batting cage, and then coming upstairs to wake me up for some lovemaking before we both fall asleep. That’s all I’ve been getting from him, just middle of the night sex. No dinners, no hanging out, not even a kiss in the morning when I leave for work because he’s still passed out. He’s focused on baseball, and only baseball, and it’s starting to get to me. Tonight I want something different, something for me, so I’m going to make that happen.

  I put on a loose dress that has a deep V-neck, and looks like lights are flashing over it behind the white circle overlay. It’s not terribly sexy, but since I have to walk through the lobby, I need to be covered up. The security guys have probably seen everything there is to see in their time here, but I still don’t want to give them a show.

  I wave as I pass them, and grab a helmet when I walk into the game room. I trust Joel’s skills for what I want to do, but I know he’ll be more relaxed if he knows I’m protected. I’m happy to see that he’s got the balls on medium speed as I slip into the cage with him.

  “Sierra, what are you doing?”

  “I want to play, too.”

  “You want to bat?”

  “Something like that. You just concentrate on hitting those balls while I play with yours.”

  I drop to my knees in front of him, and pull down his shorts, and boxer briefs. A ball pings on the cage next to me as he curses. “This is too dangerous.”

  “I trust you.”

  He growls out another curse word when I take him in my mouth. I hear a couple more balls hit the cage, but the rest are connecting with his bat. I reward him for his hard work with some hard sucks, taking him in as far as I can. It’s not easy to keep him in my mouth with his hips swinging, but I’m determined to make this work.

  “Porra, shit, merda, fuck…Kitten. God, don’t stop.”

  I’m not planning to stop. I continue to work him over while he works out. I alternate licks with sucks, paying special attention to the head where he’s leaking already. I lower myself down, taking his balls into my mouth as I stroke him, and then he’s done playing.

  He slams on the stop button, pulls me to my feet, and flips me around to face the back of the cage. “You wanted to drive me crazy, didn’t you?”

  “N-no. I wanted to make you come in my mouth.”

  “Not tonight, Gatinha. Tonight, I’m going to drive you crazy, make you beg, and then and only then am I going to fuck you hard against this cage.”

  “That works, too.”

  “Glad you approve.”

  He whips my dress over my head and curses again when he sees that I have nothing on underneath it. His hands go to my thighs, spreading them open. He runs his fingers up the inside, capturing the liquid that’s running down them. He turns my head so I can watch as he sucks his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean.

  He leaves me for a moment, but I force myself not to whimper, knowing he’ll be back. I grip the cage and lean my head against it as I wait for him. I feel the baseball on my back as he steps behind me again. He rolls it over my shoulders, and down my spine, then back up again. The fingers of his other hand find my wet pussy, and tease my entrance. I try to bear down on them, needing the friction he’s denying me. Instead of giving me what I need, he drops the ball and smacks my ass.

  “Be a good girl, and behave.”

  “What if I don’t want to behave?”

  “You want me to spank you, don’t you? You liked that?”

  “Yes.”

  He smacks my other cheek as I moan, and then he’s spinning me back around so that we’re face to face. He picks up the bat, and my eyes widen. “I’m just going to play with the bat, Sierra. You know I won’t hurt you.” I nod, because I do know that. I close my eyes, letting him know I mean it.

  He brings the bat up and runs it over my cheeks, one after the other. It slides lazily over my collarbone, and between my breasts. When he gets to my ribs, he flips it around, running the handle over each bone on both sides. He’s gentle, and although I never would’ve imagined it before, having my baseball player play me with his bat is pretty damn sexy.

  Once he’s past my ribs, he unexpectedly drops the bat to the ground. I open my eyes, and he’s giving me one of the sexiest smiles I have ever seen in my life. “Not there, Kitten. While I like running my ball, and my bat over your skin, your pussy’s only for me. My fingers, my mouth, my tongue, and especially my cock”

  “It was nice. It felt nice to have you run those things you love over me.”

  “It was nice,” he tells me. “What we’re about to do isn’t going to be so nice. I’m too turned on for ‘nice’ or ‘sweet.’”

  “I don’t remember asking you for either tonight.”

  Instead of giving me a verbal answer, he kisses me hard, pushing my hands above my head. I struggle a little against him and he pulls back to look at me. His eyes search mine as he lets my hands go. “Was I hurting you? I didn’t mean to.”

  “No,” I tell him, running my hands up under his shirt. “I just needed to touch you. I don’t like it when I can’t touch you.”

  “Well, we can’t have that, can we? An unhappy Kitten?”

  “No. We most certainly cannot.”

  He kisses me again, letting me scratch his abs lightly as he pushes me harder into the cage. I’m going to have some marks tomorrow, I think to myself.

  Or at least I thought I was only thinking it, until he answers. “Merda. I know you want to touch me, but I want to fuck you against this cage. Without hurting you.”

  I kiss him lightly, and then turn, placing my hands above my head as I spread my legs wider, and bend forward. “Go ahead. I got some good touching in.”

  “Anytime you touch me is good.”

  “You say the sweetest things. Now fuck
me before I go crazy,” I say, leaning down to grab a condom from my shoe.

  He puts it on and slams into me, pushing me right up against the cage, and then pulling me back a little. I can’t touch him, but he’s touching me. His hands slide down my sides as he rubs his beard over my back and bites my shoulder. As I thrust back to bring him deeper into me, he reaches around to rub my stomach, my ribs, and finally my breasts. His fingers skate over my hard nipples as he whispers in my ear.

  “I love your tits, Kitten.”

  “They’re small.”

  “They’re perfect. The way they fit in my hands is perfect. Their shape is perfect. Your nipples are perfect. Perfect.”

  I turn my head and he gives me his lips. Our tongues tangle together as he moves one of his hands down. When it presses into my folds, and finds my clit, I moan into his mouth. We continue this way for the next few minutes, and then I’m coming. Arching back into him as he continues to thrust into me, and kiss me, and oh God, touch me. I can feel my orgasm everywhere. I can feel him everywhere, and it takes me out of this world for a few seconds.

  I come back to Earth when he grabs my hips hard enough to leave marks, and starts going even harder, and rougher. I hold on as tight as I can to the cage as he takes what he needs and comes on a roar. He pulls out and steps away from me. The loss of him feels like it’s more than physical, and it makes me shake a little.

  “Damn, that was good.”

  “We can try to top it upstairs.”

  “I need to get back to practice, and I should probably sleep at my place tonight. I need to rest before my session with Waverly tomorrow.”

  “You’re not staying?”

  “Don’t be like this, Sierra. We can spend one night alone. We’ll be spending lots of nights apart when I make it back on the team.”

  Apart. He said we would be apart, not alone. Since he’s treating me like a bunny right now, I guess I don’t have to wonder why that is. I was stupid to think that this was more. That I’m more.

  “Yeah, sure.”

  “Good. I need to get back to it. See you tomorrow.”

  I’ve never done a walk of shame before, because I’ve never been ashamed of what I’ve done in the past. Right now, as I put my dress back on and walk back through the lobby, I’m ashamed. I feel dirty and wrong. Everything I thought was right is wrong. I don’t know what to do.

  At least I learned Portuguese.

  * * *

  Joel

  I’m doing arm circles with weights under Waverly’s watchful eye when Jenysis barges into the room. “You bloody wanker,” she says, getting all up in my face.

  “What did you do to her?” Waverly asks me, her eyes wide.

  “It’s not me. It’s Sierra. She’s not one of your rabbits, you…you…asshole.”

  “Rabbits?” I ask.

  “Oh, I think she means bunnies, not rabbits,” Waverly tells me.

  “Yes. That’s it. Bunnies. Sierra’s not one of your bunnies.”

  “First of all, I have no bunnies. Second, I know damn well Sierra’s not one of them.”

  “Then why did you treat her like one last night?”

  “I didn’t.” I wouldn’t.

  “That’s not what she said. You hurt her. She’s hiding it from everyone else today, but she let me see her fall apart. If you don’t really want to be with her, then tell her that and she’ll just honor your original agreement.”

  “I have no idea why she’s upset, but I can’t believe she sent you here.”

  “You’re an even bigger arse than I thought if you think she knows I’m here.”

  She turns and stalks out before I can ask her if she has any more information for me. Waverly’s standing with her arms crossed now, looking at me like I’m a piece of gum stuck to her shoe.

  “What? I swear I didn’t do anything.”

  “I haven’t known Sierra long, but she doesn’t seem like the type to get all crazy over nothing. Maybe you need to think harder about whatever happened last night.”

  “I don’t need to think, I know I didn’t…oh shit,” I say as I start re-enacting last night in my head. “Motherfucking bastard. I’m a motherfucking bastard.”

  “Care to elaborate?”

  “No, but I have to go. I know we had another half hour, but I have to go.”

  “Go. You’d be no use here now anyway.”

  I sprint to the elevator, breaking the rule about having someone with me. I have no clue about what’s going on around me, so it really doesn’t matter. I pace in circles as it takes me to the floor I need. I’ve worked myself into a frenzy by the time I get inside the Foundation lobby.

  “Are you okay, Joel?” Alex asks, looking alarmed.

  “No, I’m really not. I need to see Sierra.”

  “She’s busy right now.”

  “I’ll wait.”

  “It could be hours, Joel. She has training all day.”

  “I’ll wait,” I repeat, sitting on one of the couches.

  Alex picks up her phone and makes a call, all the while looking at me like she doesn’t know what to do with me. I want to wish her good luck in figuring that out. I don’t even know what to do with me right now.

  My knee is bouncing up and down when Darcy walks into the lobby. “Are you on drugs, Joel?”

  “Hell, no.”

  “Why are you shaking?”

  “I need to see Sierra.”

  “She’s busy.”

  “Alex and I already had this conversation. I’ll wait.”

  “Not out here, you won’t. You’re shaking like a crack addict and we don’t need that look in our lobby. Let’s go to one of the conference rooms.”

  I jump up and follow her. She’s Sierra’s mentor, so she has to know where she is, and maybe she’ll even help me. If I can just calm down and stop freaking everyone out.

  “What did you do?” she asks me once we’re seated at a big round table.

  “How do you know I did something?”

  “Please. I have a husband. I know all about the guilty man look.”

  “I fucked up.”

  “At least you realize it. I’ll give you points for that.”

  “I do. I know what I did was bad.”

  “Do you know why you did it?”

  “Um, yes? No. Maybe. Are you a psychiatrist, too?”

  “I have many talents, Joel. So does everyone else who works here. Sierra wants to work here with us. It’s very important to her. Having her boyfriend freak out in the lobby doesn’t look good.”

  Oh no. They can’t hold me against her. It’s not her fault. At all. “Don’t punish her because of me.”

  “We won’t. I just want you to realize that you can’t behave like this here. Sierra is serious about wanting to work with us, and you need to respect that. I’ll also tell you again that you should try and figure out why you did what you did. It might stop you from doing it again.”

  It takes me less than a minute to realize that I do indeed know why I did it. Why I treated Sierra that way. It’s fucked-up, and so wrong, but I have to own it. “I know why.”

  “That was fast, which earns you another point from me.”

  “What do I win if I get enough points?”

  “Maybe Sierra.”

  “I don’t want to disturb her during class.”

  “It’s her free hour. She’s studying.”

  “How can I earn more points?”

  “You already did when you told me not to pull her out of class.”

  She picks up her phone, and makes a call. I can only hear her side, but it sounds like she’s asking someone to grab Sierra from the archery range. They do archery here? How is that studying? I’m not going to worry about that now. I have other things to focus on. Mainly groveling.

  When she hangs up, I can’t help commenting on her phone case. “Is that a cat with a crown on it?”

  “Oh, yeah,” she tells me with a smile. “I call Brayden ‘Crown’ for obvious reasons, and he calls me �
��Cat’ because I was once a cat burglar. He had this symbol designed for me when he asked me to marry him.”

  “Oh, wow. I didn’t know about the cat burglar thing.”

  “Most people don’t. I have a feeling you might be staying around if you can get your shit together with Sierra, so I don’t mind sharing it with you.”

  “Thanks for telling me. I want to be around, and well, the cat thing is kind of ironic, actually.”

  “In what way?”

  “I call Sierra “Gatinha” which means kitten, but is also used to tell someone you think they’re cute and sexy in my country. So basically, you’re the Cat mentoring the Kitten.”

  She smiles. “Nice. Just remember that both cats and kittens have claws…and we don’t mind using them when we have to.”

  I smile back, and then turn at the sound of the door opening. “Hey, Darce, what’s…he doing here?”

  “He knows he fucked up. He was prepared to sit in the lobby for hours to wait for you, he was shaking like a crack whore when I first saw him, and he didn’t want to take you from class just to see him. I don’t know what he did, and it’s not up to me to offer him forgiveness, but I think you should hear him out.”

  “Thanks, Darcy.”

  “Don’t thank me yet. She hasn’t agreed to talk to you,” she says, standing up, and walking to the door. “If he pisses you off, you have permission to ban him from the building, Si. Just let Alex know.”

  Sierra nods at her, and waits until the door closes to look at me. Her eyes look wary, and more than a little hurt. It kills me that I did this to her. Because she loves me, I have this power over her—the power to wound her greatly. I didn’t feel the responsibility of it until I used it. Trying to protect myself from being hurt is no excuse.

  “What are you doing here, Joel?”

  “I needed to see you.”

  “I’m at work. Couldn’t this have waited until later?”

  “Would you have seen me later?”

  “No,” she says, looking me in the eye. “I don’t really feel like seeing you today.”