The Bloke (Men Under Revue #1)

20. Sienna

Chapter 20

Sienna

I ran.

When my husband parked in the underground parking garage, I ran as fast as possible to the elevator—beating him to it and shutting the doors so he couldn’t get in.

I laughed as I took out the white keycard I had stolen from his pocket before we left the studio and pressed the button for the penthouse floor. Leaning back on the rail as the elevator ascended, I smirked, thinking of everything I wanted to do to him.

Back at the studio, I felt like a weight had been lifted. The pressure of refusing to allow any attachment or feeling between us, the hate that I tried so hard to maintain, all melted away, leaving me with a clean slate, ready to mold into something new.

Once I reached the penthouse, the elevator doors opened, and as I stepped out, Colby tackled me to the ground almost immediately. His body broke our fall to the floor, his heavy pants blowing warm air across my face.

“Did you run up all of those stairs?” I giggled in awe at his speed, taking in his exhausted and disheveled appearance while pushing away the hair that had fallen into my face.

“You… my love… are in trouble...” He panted his words with a hard swallow, lifting us both off the floor before throwing me over his shoulder and smacking my ass as he started taking strides to the bedroom.

I didn’t quite understand where this playful spark suddenly came from, but I knew I could finally let myself go with him. All those years of following strict rules and never allowing myself a moment to breathe, relax, and be free.

This was as good a time as any to practice what I’ve been preaching these past five years—that I am no longer chained to the ground by my parents and the unrealistic expectations I left behind.

I was free. Free to be me. Free to be his.

Colby dropped me onto the bed, and I instantly started undressing. Sliding my yoga pants down my thighs before ripping them away from my ankles and tossing them across the room, followed by my bright pink tank top.

After only a week of being without him, I was starved—for his touch, his mouth, his cock.

I could feel myself growing wet as he leaned over me, his hand coming up to caress the side of my neck and jaw. I leaned into his touch, closing my eyes and letting his warmth sink into my skin.

“Tell me what you want, love.” His smooth voice was a purr.

I opened my eyes, looking up at him. I knew what I wanted.

The same thing I wanted when I moved here.

“To start from the beginning,” I uttered. A fresh start. With him.

No more hate or pretending that this isn’t what I’ve desired for so long.

For a man to come into my life, sweep me off my feet, and claim me as his.

Fuck that I was drunk when I married him.

Fuck that he felt as though he could control me with sex and his possessive behavior.

Fuck that he killed a man in front of my eyes in cold blood just for simply touching me.

Fuck. It. All.

This is what I’ve wanted, and I will take it.

Colby didn’t bother putting his shirt back on when we left the studio, and why would he? He looked far better naked than with clothes on anyway.

I gripped his forearm as my eyes wandered down his carved chest and cut abs, landing right at the waistband of his sweatpants. My mouth watered at the sight of his hard, pierced cock pressing against the fabric.

I loved him in these sweatpants, leaving me with nothing to the imagination of what lay behind them. When they sat low, leaving his hips and deep-toned V on display, it made it hard to hate someone so alluring.

“See something you want?” He rolled his hips into me with a low growl, and the way his muscles rippled from the movement sent me over the edge.

I reached forward, gripping the waistband of his sweatpants, and used it to pull myself onto my knees. Our chests barely touched as he leaned back to mirror my movement.

“I want to taste you.” I groaned, leaning forward, my nose millimeters from his. I wanted to do everything I told myself I couldn’t do before.

Sliding my hand into his boxers, I wrapped it around his stiff cock and began stroking him with long, languid strokes, dragging my thumb over his tip to feel the moisture leaking from it.

I slid off the bed to the floor and pulled his sweatpants and boxers down with me, his cock springing free once they were halfway down his thighs.

I admired his Jacob’s ladder piercing, the four shiny barbells that lined the underside of his thick shaft. My mind had the nagging urge to ask why he got it, but my mouth had other plans.

Parting and licking my starved lips, I glimpsed at the pre-cum that coated the tip of his cock before peering up into his bright blue eyes as I dragged my tongue across it, loving the salty taste that ignited my desire for him even further.

“What is it you men always say when you eat us out?” I cooed with a smirk. “Eyes on me?”

I didn’t let him reply before wrapping my lips around his cock and sucking his length into my mouth as my cheeks hollowed around it.

“Ffffuuuccckkkk.” He hissed, running his hands through his hair as his head rolled back and his hips bucked forward.

With a hum of satisfaction, I pulled his cock from my mouth with a ‘pop’ and giggled, wiping the drool from the corner of my lips.

“If you can play games, so can I. Want to try again?” I arched a brow, his head falling forward to meet my eyes.

He licked his lips and nodded breathlessly, his hand wrapping around the back of my head to tangle in my hair. Good, I loved it when he was rough with me, and I knew I could take him in all his fucking glory.

Keeping my eyes fixed on his, I opened my mouth wide as he slid himself inside, the tip of my tongue pressing up against the barbells.

I swallowed around him, squeezing his thighs as silent permission to fuck my mouth like I knew he wanted to.

Colby started slow, allowing me to get comfortable with the position and his length before his hips moved faster and harder, his grip tightening at the back of my head.

As I stared into his eyes, I saw his desire burning deep within them and a fierce determination to match.

Why did it turn me on to know he was about to do something to put me in my place?

I gagged a few times as his cock hit the back of my throat, tears welling in my eyes and drool sliding down my chin. I kept reminding myself to breathe through my nose as his free hand came down to cradle the side of my face while he fucked it.

He tilted my head to angle himself deeper, and after several exaggerated thrusts, I pressed my hands to his thighs as tears ran down the sides of my face, needing a moment to pause.

Colby pulled his slick cock from my mouth, saliva and pre-cum dripping down my chin, and I forced a hard swallow.

“Look at you, love.” He hummed as he dragged his thumb along my cheek, spreading my tears around. “Fuck, if only I knew that pretty mouth of yours could do more than just push me away.”

“We both know yours is better at eating than talking,” I challenged, smirking up at him and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, ready for more.

“It helps when my wife tastes like my favorite flavor.” He growled, bending down to wrap his arm around my waist, pulling us both onto the bed.

I straddled his waist before he gripped my hips, pulling me higher up towards his chest—his face, tipping forward with the sudden movement, my hands fisting into the black silk sheets above his head.

“And what flavor is that?” I mocked, rolling my eyes before looking down at him between my thighs.

“Home.”

He dragged his tongue through my center, and I moaned in ecstasy, his fingers digging into my thighs. I rolled my hips as his tongue dipped inside me, riding his face like he just fucked mine. Fuck me.

I gripped the sheets tighter as he shifted the angle of his mouth to suck on my clit, teasing it with his tongue and teeth. I never wanted to go this long again without him.

There was nothing I enjoyed more than being eaten out by my husband—other than being fucked, of course.

A week was far too long, and luckily for me, the studio was closed tomorrow.

My legs began to tremble as his tongue continued to explore my cunt, and his mouth sucked harder on my sensitive clit. I was ready to burst; sucking his cock had already wound me up so tight I could have come if he simply told me to.

Unable to hold my climax back any longer, one last graze of his teeth set me off like a bomb. I cried his name as I came over his mouth, a shiver trailing up my spine from the explosive release that tore its way through me. My entire body tensed, and I tugged at the sheets, my knuckles turning white from the strain.

I was panting, gasping for air, when he flipped me off his face—which now glistened with my spent orgasm.

Pushing my hair out of my face, I watched as he spread my legs on either side of his hips and lined himself up with my entrance. He slowly pushed the head of his cock into me, and I whimpered at the sensation, feeling his thick length stretching and filling me.

Before seating himself fully, he bent down, his mouth capturing mine, and kissed me deeply, pulling a pleading moan from my throat as his tongue tangled with mine. His hands caressed the sides of my head as our kiss heated, my hands finding their way up to his.

Something warmed and twisted in my heart; I didn’t want this feeling to go away. It was like a warm blanket had been wrapped around my soul, comforting all the sharp and cold edges I had created throughout my life.

Bucking my hips upwards, I begged for him to take me.

“Colby,” I mumbled against his lips. “Please.”

I could feel his smile as he chuckled lightly, pushing himself the rest of the way in until his hips pressed up against my inner thighs, a gasp escaping my lips with how full he made me.

“How does my wife want it this time?” He offered—a choice for how I wanted it.

Rough, hard, and emotionless like a hate fuck, or something else—something more.

A choice I never thought I’d have to consider with him.

What was this now? What were we? Was I ready to move towards that four-letter word everyone dreams about?

Want and love were two very different things—one more emotionally complicated than the other.

I stared into his eyes, contemplating what I wanted from him, but words escaped me. There were two sides to this coin, and I was stuck right in the middle, questioning which way I would lean.

He was generating feelings within me that I didn’t think possible, at least not for him.

Just rip the fucking band-aid off, Sienna. You asked for a fresh start; here it is.

“Dealer’s choice.” My voice trembled at the rushed words.

I hated my hesitation, my indecisiveness. After years of desperate attempts to control my life, all I wanted to do was surrender that control to him. A nagging feeling demanded that I trust him with that part of me, that he would care for me in a way no one else did.

“It’s not my choice, it’s yours, love. But I know exactly what you need and are too afraid to ask for.” His voice was a soft and soothing whisper. “Let me show you…”

Repositioning himself, he slid one arm under my shoulder while the other gripped my outer thigh and ass as his hips rolled into me like a wave.

My screaming brain calmed with the movement; all I could see was him. Like an ocean, I was swimming in his bright blue eyes, riding his soothing waves.

His movements were slow and passionate, and not once did he remove his eyes from mine, even when he shifted his weight to be over me completely, settling himself between my thighs with slow, rolling thrusts.

I’ve always loved it rough and fast, but this—this was something else entirely. I never thought you could reach the peak of a climax from movements so gentle and slow.

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he brought his face to mine, his breaths warm against my ear as he started to pant, his thrusts growing faster and harder.

He groaned into my ear, sending shivers down my spine, my cunt tensing from the sweet sound as my climax found its way through me, and I came, seeing nothing but him.

I could get used to this.

All of this.