Suddenly Together

by JA Low

  He looks around slowly taking in his surroundings. “No, I’m sure this is my room, Sienna.” He’s wrong, because seriously; how stupid could I be to be in the wrong room? I glance around. Everything looks similar to the room I left my bags in. Except for the guitar standing in the corner. My stomach sinks. Shit, I am that stupid. I’m in the wrong room.

  He moves towards me again.

  I take two steps back, hitting the solid wall behind me. My heart is racing; my body feels like it’s on fire. I press my thighs together, feeling the ache inside rising at being this close to him.

  His eyes are roaming over my nearly naked body. Each spot his gaze settles; goosebumps prickle my skin.

  “You are a beautiful woman, Sienna.”

  Hot rock star thinks I’m beautiful; I want to fist pump the air.

  “You’re not so bad yourself.” That had to be one of the worst comebacks ever. As panic rushes over me, all I can think is: quick Sienna, think of something to say to recover from this embarrassment. But as usual, I make things even more awkward by staring at his cock. “What is that?” I breathe out in astonishment.

  “That is my cock.” Evan’s voice deepens. “A very hard cock.”

  I roll my eyes at him. “I am well-versed on cocks. I know what one is.”

  “But sweetheart, you haven’t seen mine before. Look at it, IT. IS. PERFECTION.” Evan’s hand wraps around his cock, slowly stroking back and forth.

  I can feel my temperature being to rise. I think someone turned the heat on in the room, because the sight of Evan Wyld palming his cock is hot. As I can’t keep my eyes off of him, I question again, “What is that ring?”

  Grinning mischievously, his eyes flash back down to his package. “That darlin’, is a Prince Albert piercing. I also have a pubic piercing at the base, ribbed for your pleasure.” Our eyes meet and a smirk crosses his face, sending heat all over my body.

  “And women like that?”

  Evan gives me a half smile. His hand stills along his dick. “Yes sweetheart, they do. I made one-woman faint after experiencing it.”

  That sounds hot and scary. I want to touch it the way he is touching it; but I can’t, that would be wrong, so very, very wrong. This is Evan Wyld, famous rock star and my new boss.

  “I can see it in on your face. You want to feel it.” Ocean blue eyes challenge me.

  Just a little touch wouldn’t hurt. Vanessa and Derrick told me last night I should try new things.

  Evan smirks as we both look down at his thick, hard length. Taking my hand in his, he places it over his cock. I hear a small hitch in his breath as my hand makes contact with velvety skin. My thumb rubs across the metal tip; my grip tightens around his shaft, sliding back and forth just like he was doing earlier. With each tentative touch of my fingers, Evan hums with pleasure.

  “You’re killing me, Sienna,” Evan groans. His large palms hit the wall behind my head steadying himself as I continue my exploration.

  Evan’s face is inches away from mine; his warm breath touches my skin, setting my nerves on fire. Our breaths quicken with each of my strokes against him. Soft lips press against mine; a tentative tongue licks along the seam of my lips, teasing me to open for him. I can’t fight it anymore; I need this kiss. It has been too long since someone has touched me.

  Our tongues duel with each other, the hunger in both of us fueling the wild nature of the kiss. Strong arms lift me up off the ground and push me hard against the wall. I wrap my legs around Evan’s waist, anchoring myself to him.

  Wearing nothing but my bra and panties, it feels intimate having his cock stroke me. The hard metal of his piercing rubs against my now wet, cotton panties. The tiniest bit of fabric separates us from each other. With each of his movements, Evan teases me, an orgasm is just out of my reach.

  “You like the way my cock is stroking against you, making you wetter,” he murmurs against my skin. “Cause I do.”

  Sharp, sensual bites trail down my neck, adding to the sensory overload that is hitting my body. Evan’s nose nudges away the top of my bra. I feel powerless to stop him. He sucks one hard nipple into his mouth, making me whimper. My head falls back hitting the wall behind me. His hips keep a steady rhythm against me, over and over again.

  Damn this fabric. I’m ready for him to rip them right off me. I want Evan Wyld to fuck me, and fuck me hard against the wall. I feel feverish with need.

  “Fuck, your tits are incredible,” he mumbles against my breasts, appreciating their fullness with his large, calloused hands as he palms each of them.

  My nails scratch down his back with each push against me. My whole body starts to tingle, every nerve ending on high alert. With one last bite against my nipple and a hard thrust with his metal ring against my clit, he makes me come … and come hard.

  “Oh my God,” I scream, as an intense orgasm rips through my body. Shit, what did I just allow to happen?

  The only sound in the darkened room is our labored breaths. Pushing away, I let my feet fall to the floor. I need to get away from him.

  Evan is standing before me, his cock looking very hard as though he is only a couple of strokes away from coming. Indecision runs through my mind. Do I finish him or get the hell out of here? Seeing my dress and purse on the floor beside him, I choose the coward’s way out and grab them.

  Mumbling my apologies, I escape out the glass doors onto the patio. Looking around, I realize my room is the next door over and relief floods me as I scramble towards it. I enter my room and slam the door shut, locking it.

  Sliding down the back of the door I whisper to myself, “Shit, what the hell have I done?”