by J. A. Low
“After you, milady.” He smiles, slapping my ass and making me yelp, as I pass him. I don’t have time to react to the slap as I am stunned speechless by what I see before me. I’ve walked a couple of steps inside and I’m already in love with it. Downstairs is an open floor plan, the living and dining merge with a large entertainer’s kitchen which has all the bells and whistles. A gorgeous wooden floor set against featured stone walls reduces the whiteness of the room. But what catches my attention is the whole side of the house is open. No barrier between nature and the home—it seamlessly interconnects with the garden, giving the home a feeling of openness. On the other side of the glass is a pool, completely inviting and indulgent. It looks like it just drops off over the cliff.
“There’s five bedrooms, five bathrooms, pool, separate pool house, gym, extensive gardens surrounding the house and toward the cliff edge, state of the art security systems, cellar, studio, city views, the most up to date technology throughout the house and it’s on a half-acre lot,” Evan spouts.
“Look at you, Mr. Real Estate man,” I counter, as I continue walking through the downstairs portion of the house. “You can talk house stats to me any day.”
Large arms surprise me, settling on my shoulders. “You like a bit of role play, don’t you, darlin’?” Evan nips my ear, sending shivers down my body to my sweet spot.
“Mr. Wyld, now is not the time to tease, don’t start something you know you can’t finish,” I remind him, pressing my ass against his crotch cheekily. It’s not like we can have a quickie during a house showing.
Evan walks us toward the dining room table. “Hands on the table, Sienna.”
“Evan!” The throbbing between my thighs intensifies. I look around the empty home, thinking someone might bust us at any moment. But no one is here.
“Don’t move, you hear me?” Nipping my neck, he kicks my legs out wider.
“But, Evan,” I start to protest. A rough hand wraps around the base of my skull, Evan’s hard body presses against my back. His other hand travels down the slopes of my body toward the hem of my dress. Fingers slowly travel between my thighs, teasing me, careful not to touch my underwear.
“Don’t tell me I am a tease when I have had to sit beside you wearing this dress. It has been showing off your incredible tits for the past half an hour…your pert little nipples pushing against the straining material. Do you have any idea what your tits do to me?” He growls as his palms find my breasts, heavy with desire, overly sensitive nipples chaffing against the lace of my bra. Slowly, one by one, Evan starts to undo my chambray shirt dress. With each pop of the button, I can feel the cool air touching my overheated skin.
“The car ride was excruciating,” he growls, pulling the dress from my body, letting it fall to the floor.
“Evan!” His lips kiss their way down my exposed spine, my body exploding with goosebumps at the touch of his lips. I am so turned on right now. “Baby, please,” I beg. His denim clad erection pushes against my ass, rubbing back and forth against my cotton underwear. The hardness of his jeans teasing against my soft skin, large palms tracing over my blossoming belly.
“I love your stomach, Sienna. I love that you are carrying my son in there.” He rubs it over and over. “Seeing you pregnant is so fucking hot, I never realized how hot it was until I saw you knocked up. I think I am going to keep you knocked up for the next couple of years. Okay!”
I, of course agree, because what he is doing is blowing my mind. One of his palms is holding my belly for support and the other has disappeared down my underwear and found my aching clit, ambidextrous fingers working it over and over. At this point I would agree to pretty much anything Evan desires, if he keeps doing what he is doing.
“I can’t wait to see little Bean and his future brothers and sisters running around this house,” Evan whispers, fingers dipping inside of me now, over and over again.
“Evan, don’t stop.” His other hand pinches a nipple, shooting hot sparks over my super sensitive body. It felt as if every nerve in my body was connected and they all lead to my throbbing clit.
“We will have our friends over for BBQ’s, for birthdays and for the football.” With each statement he pushes against me, punctuating it with his denim covered cock.
“Evan, I need you inside of me. Please,” I beg. I’m not too proud to beg, especially when his magic fingers are making my legs shake.
“Yeah, darlin’, you need my hard cock inside of your pussy. Do you need my metal hitting you in that spot? That place that makes you see stars. Do you need my bar rubbing that clit? Helping your pussy choke on my cock, the one that is so fucking hard all the time for you, Sienna?”
“Yes,” I scream, as my orgasm surprises me, listening to those dirty words, his fingers still playing with me as I spasm around them.
“Good girl.” I can hear the smile in his voice.
I whimper as he takes his fingers from my soaked underwear. I hear the metal sound as he unzips his jeans. “Jesus, baby, you are soaked,” he states, as he rubs the head of his cock against my wetness.
“Please, Evan, stop teasing me and fuck me,” I yell in frustration making him laugh.
“For you, anything, my sweetheart.” He plunges into me, making us both scream as he stretches me. The metal ring on the tip of his cock touching that magical place that no one has ever been able to reach before him. His pubic piercing teasing my sensitive clit, making it shudder in delight. Evan starts a steady rhythm, fingers digging into my hips as he thrusts into me. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Evan moans, fucking me harder, pushing himself in as deep as he can go, it’s too much for me. I come again, my screams echoing through the empty house.
“That’s it, baby, but I’m not finished with you yet.” Picking me up, he stumbles backwards taking me with him until he drops onto the deep mocha sofa. “Ride me,” he commands. My hands fall forward onto the wooden coffee table holding me in place. Evan sits on the edge of the couch so I can ride him reverse cowgirl, one of my favorite positions. “Aww, that’s it, sweetheart,” Evan whimpers as I slowly impale myself again on him. His large palms holding me tight as I ride him. “That’s it, sweetheart, harder, harder,” he orders, as his own cadence increases, each time he commands me to fuck him harder he does the same to me. “Come on, baby, one more for me,” he growls, as his relentless rhythm takes over and I can feel myself plummeting into a heavenly orgasmic abyss with Evan not far behind me. Wow, that was crazy hot. We stop to catch our breaths for a moment. Evan hands me his shirt as I slowly slip off from him, cleaning myself up the best I can. I feel light headed after three amazing orgasms.
“Steady, darlin’.” He moves me back toward the sofa. Pulling the cashmere throw around me, he collects my dress from the floor, beside the dining room table.
“Fuck, Evan.” I smile satisfied, burrowing myself into his side.
“Now that’s how you fucking christen a house.”
“Yeah, shame it’s not ours,” I respond, loving the feeling of his warmth against me.
“Well actually it is.”
I sit up quickly. “What did you say?”
“I kind of bought the house.” He looks at me shrugging his shoulders, as if buying a house was an everyday thing.
“Seriously?” I’m not sure if he is joking?
“Yeah, babe, it’s ours as of 3:00 p.m. this afternoon, that’s where I’ve been all day finalizing the paperwork.”
I’m in shock. “What happens if I don’t like it?”
“Real estate is a good investment; we can buy another.”
I look at him shaking my head. Has he gone crazy?
“Plus Vanessa, Stacey, and Derrick already told me you would love it.”
“What? Those bitches knew about this house and didn’t tell me?!”
“Hey, don’t be mad. I made them promise to keep my secret. Plus, they helped me decorate; everything you see here is ours.”
I look around the room and damn it, I fucking love it.
“I can’t believe you bought this house,” I say in amazement, looking at everything again with fresh eyes.
“Do you like it?” Evan asks, seeming a little unsure of himself.
“Yes, I fucking love it.” Jumping into his lap, I give him a kiss. “Thank you so much for the house, for decorating it, for everything. I’m so lucky.” My lips meet his again as I show him exactly how much I love it.
“I’m glad, now how about you thank me some more in our bedroom, ‘cause I think that needs to be christened next.”
“Hell yeah.”
Evan carries me through the house, up the floating, wooden stairs, down a long hallway toward our bedroom. Reaching it, he kicks open the door.
“Oh my God, Evan this is beautiful,” I declare, as he places my feet on the wooden floor. The room is decorated in different shades of grey and white, the wall behind our king size bed looks like cement. I walk over and run my hands over the smooth surface. Large white pillows fill the oversized bed; I fall back onto it.
“Oh my God, this bed is amazing.” I roll over onto my side, it’s like a fluffy cloud has hugged me.
“Yeah, apparently it’s the best bed for pregnant women or some shit like that,” he says, raking his hand over his hair. Evan had decided to grow his hair out instead of shaving it, and it’s growing quickly. He of course, looks even hotter with his blond, wavy hair messily tousled. I pat the space beside me on the bed. He kicks off his chucks and joins me, wrapping his arms around me as we look out the large, glass window. The view stretches over the balcony, across the gardens and out to the skyscrapers of Los Angeles.
“Sienna, imagine us waking up in bed here every day, little Bean asleep in his crib, maybe a dog or a cat. Hell maybe even a kangaroo sitting on the floor beside us, stretched out enjoying the early morning sun. This, babe, this is what I saw when I walked through those doors. You puttering around the kitchen, Sunday football with the guys, teaching Bean the rules of real football,” he says, arching his brow at me.
Months ago when we were first sleeping together I made fun of American football, because as an Aussie it just isn’t right. I laugh remembering it.
“I think I fell in love with you that day in Malibu, Sienna. Who am I kidding? I fell in love with you the moment Vanessa showed me your picture or maybe it was when I found you in your underwear in my bed.”
Placing my hand on Evan’s chest, his chin rests on my head. “I can see Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners down around that huge dining table as well. Imagine a ten-foot-high Christmas tree in the front foyer, all decorated, with the kids presents wrapped and set underneath it.”
I could, I could see it all, everything Evan is imagining. “I can’t wait.”
It’s Sienna’s birthday today and I want to do something special for her. Last year her thirtieth birthday sucked when she found her ex-husband with another woman. This year I am determined to give her the best birthday ever and hopefully erase last year’s tears. Life has been busy since we have been back in LA. Sienna launched her new business venture with Derrick. The steady stream of people walking through the boutique doors is testament to how awesome those two are. Having the boutique next door to the studio has been a dirty dream come true for me as well, especially since Sienna is hornier than ever with her pregnancy. When she gets into one of her moods she sends me a naughty text, sometimes it’s cleavage pictures, sometimes it’s a flirty emoji. When I receive one, I quickly excuse myself for a “coffee break” and find myself slinking through the back of our buildings like a certified creeper. Sienna’s office overlooks a garden courtyard and there is a little alley way between our two buildings which lets me creep through the back undetected and directly to her office door.
My cock is so fucking hard by the time I get to her office that we are both ready to go. Sometimes I push her onto her desk sending mountains of paperwork flying all over the floor—I am too desperate to care. Other times she sucks me off while kneeling under her desk like a naughty secretary. Derrick has walked in on that particular role play before, which was kind of embarrassing. This made Derrick’s day, he now knew what my orgasm face looked like and it was better than he ever imagined, he would tease. Sienna shooed him out of her office and we made sure that the door was always locked from that day on.
Ignoring my daydream, as I have shit to do, Sienna is currently being distracted at the day spa with her girlfriends, including Derrick, who has handed over the organizing of tonight’s party to Camryn, our wedding planner. It’s a test run for the wedding, Derrick explained as he skipped out the door to the spa. Not like I am worried as she came highly recommended from Vanessa, they lived together when she first moved to LA, now she owns one of the largest event companies in New York. I don’t care how the wedding looks as long as Sienna turns up on the day, says I do, and we consummate the marriage. Walking out into the back garden, having locked myself away in my man cave for most of the day, I’m in shock at what I see. It looks like a gold glitter ball has thrown up everywhere or an Oscar statue has been massacred on my back lawn. Everywhere I look is gold, gold, gold.
“You look shocked.” Camryn, the event planner says, sneaking up behind me.
“I just…” There are no words to describe what is going on before me. Workmen are scurrying around the back garden building things—I’m not sure what they are for. On the terrace, a long rectangular table has been set up with a gold sequin tablecloth draped over it. White bone china plates, gold cutlery, and crystal glasses line the table. Down the center are vases of white peonies with gold, glittered candles scattered between them. Looking up above the table, gold tulle has been hung from the outdoor beams, fairy lights are being woven between the material, and a large glass chandelier hangs above the table. This seems to be over kill on Derrick’s part, but I guess it looks nice.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Camryn says.
I raise my eyebrow at her. I’m sure she doesn’t, which makes her laugh.
“Just wait until it’s finished, it will look amazing and it will blow Sienna away, I promise,” she says confidently.
My eyes fall onto the workmen running around stringing fairy lights amongst the branches of the trees, glass balls filled with tea lights, and gold glitter hanging unevenly from the branches. Large, oversized, white velvet sofas and arm chairs are scattered around the yard with gold coffee tables. Large vases of white peonies sit on top of them looking like some mad hatter’s tea party. I guess I am just going to have to wait to be convinced.
***
I make my way down the stairs after getting suited up, as per Derrick’s dress code of cocktail attire.
“What do you think now?” Camryn asks, as my eyes widen at all the work they have put in. Sienna is going to love it, it looks magical. The sun is starting to set and the thousands of fairy lights flicker in the ambient, late afternoon light. I hear the boys arriving, their thuds echoing through the house.
“What the fuck?” Oscar says, looking around at all the gold shit decorating my backyard.
“Dude, it’s called being pussy whipped.” Christian laughs as they enter my home.
“Seriously, Chris, you want to go there about being pussy whipped?” I question him.
“Don’t you remember organizing some over the top Marie Antoinette party for Vanessa’s thirtieth last year, just because it was her favorite movie,” Axel reminds his twin.
“Fuck you, Axe, she’s my best friend,” Christian grumbles. “I look after all my friends like that. I seem to remember your Mexican thirtieth, Evan. Two gifts called Tiffany and Britney,” He says, honking pretend boobs in front of himself, reminding me of his gift.
My body stilled, that’s right that fucker gave me two very well endowed porn stars for the weekend and it was fucking hot. But that shit is in the past, it doesn’t matter what amazing skills those twins possessed. I flip him the bi
rd.
“Chris, you don’t bring up that shit in his home at his fiancée’s birthday party. Low blow, bro.” Axel punches his twin in the arm.
“If Sienna hears that shit, especially with her hormones, you can deal with her wrath,” I add… A pissed off, pregnant lady is a scary thing and I will happily unleash her onto Christian.
“Sorry, man.” Christian holds his hands up in self-defense.
We walk around the backyard, shit talking to each other waiting for more guests to arrive.
“We are here,” Johnny, from Sons of Brooklyn, calls out.
The boys come over and shake everyone’s hands. Things are still tense between Blake and I, especially with the closeness he has with Charlotte. I don’t like it one bit. I know he is going to break her heart.
“There is no way in hell, I would be giving up all that free pussy for one bird,” Tyler adds.
He gets a quick slap behind the ears from Oscar. “Show some respect, boy, remember where you are,” He warns.
Tyler apologizes and slinks off to find a beer.
“Can’t believe the mighty playboy, Evan Wyld, is getting married and having a baby,” Blake says, shaking his head as he takes a sip of his beer, joining our conversation.
My eyes narrow, Blake is a cocky son of a bitch, he may be talented as fuck but that doesn’t excuse his ego.
“One day you will meet someone that blows your mind.” And it better not be Charlotte, I fume internally.
“Blowing my mind isn’t what I’m looking for. Blowing me is exactly what I am looking for,” Johnny adds, thinking he is hilarious.
I glare at him, making him step back a little.
“This is all new to you. You don’t understand what being on the road is like, year after year. The endless groupies, the paparazzi, the constant attention which is good and bad, then coming home and having no one to share it with.”
The party grows quiet at my speech.
“Fuck love, it’s for fools,” Blake blurts out, his aquamarine eyes burning with fire toward me.
