Chapter 10
Ryan
I awoke with big brown eyes watching me.
"Hi," I yawned, stretching. Siena was sitting on the edge of my bed, as if waiting for me to wake up. Fuck! Was she wearing another one of my shirts?
"Good morning," Siena smiled. "I made breakfast. Well brunch really, since it’s almost noon now."
"You did?" I asked, sitting up. Shit, it was definitely my shirt. I wanted to ask for it back and make her eat naked. Fuck no. If I was being honest, what I really wanted was to have her for breakfast again.
"If you're anything like Tony, you probably always skip the most important meal of the day. I noticed you did yesterday."
"I'm not usually up in time for breakfast. Yesterday was an exception, but for once it was fucking worth it," I replied, getting out of bed and pulling a pair sweats on. Siena smiled warmly before following me into the kitchen. When she said she made breakfast, she wasn’t fucking kidding. There was enough to feed a damn army. Pancakes, bacon, eggs, and fresh coffee. I didn’t even know I had all of this stuff in my kitchen.
"You shouldn't have gone to all this trouble," I muttered in awe. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had taken care of me so well.
"I wanted to thank you. Ryan, this weekend has been...amazing." Siena blushed, playing with her hands. I'd never seen her so unsure of herself before, and it was both endearing and humbling. I crossed the room, pulling her into my arms.
"You will always be my perfect woman, Siena. From today on, I’ll compare everyone I meet to you, and I know they'll never come close."
"You can't say things like that to me, Ryan." She smiled sadly, making me want to reach up to caress her cheek. "We both know what will happen if we get carried away."
"When is Tony's car coming for you today?" I asked, brushing her hair away from her face. I knew she was right, but I needed her to know how fucking special she was. Siena tilted her face into my hands.
"Later this afternoon," she whispered, looking deep into my eyes.
"We should eat, then. We don’t have much time left." I smiled sadly, moving away. "I take it you'd like to shower before you go later?" I couldn’t join her like I had yesterday because I knew we would get too carried away. She nodded as I pulled a chair out for her and poured us both a cup of coffee.
We tucked into our late breakfast, and shit, I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until that moment. We hadn’t really eaten that much this weekend.
"Slow down! You'll get indigestion," Siena giggled, taking a bite of her pancake.
"I must have worked up an appetite in the last few days," I smirked.
"I'm not surprised. You're like a damn machine, Ryan. Where do you find the energy?"
"I didn't hear you complaining. You did a lot of screaming, moaning, and keening, but no complaining."
"I'm definitely not complaining," she smiled. "Actually, I was hoping we'd have time for at least one more round before I go." I dropped my fork and stared at her. Hell fucking yes. I was always ready for that sweet pussy of hers—screw the food. "I understand if you're tired. I was just..."
I pushed my plate away, almost finished anyway. "Stand up, baby," I smoldered, moving over to the side of my table that wasn't set for breakfast. I was going to finish eating, but she was going to be my meal. Siena stood, and I couldn't mistake the desire in her eyes. Oh, my girl wanted this...bad.
When I reached her, I lifted her up onto the table and took the seat in front of her, pushing her back against the wood. Fuck, I realized she had no panties on as I pulled her toward my face, sliding my shirt up her body.
"I'm going to fuck you with my tongue right here, Siena," I cooed, running my fingers into her already slick folds. All she could do was moan wantonly. "Then I'm going to have you in my bed one last time, and rip my fucking shirt from your body." That had her whimpering and thrashing before my tongue had even made contact with her sex. "I'm going to miss this, baby. I’m going to miss you and I've only had you for one weekend." I groaned, slowly licking up and down her folds.
"Oh god...deeper! Use your fingers, Ry...Ry...Ryan," she begged.
"No, baby...I'm taking my time with this. I want to savor you," I teased against her center.
She was so wet. I lapped up everything and kept her on the edge for half an hour before finally letting her fall down around me.
"You're such a fucking tease," Siena glared as I pulled her up into my arms to carry her back to my bed.
"I'm savoring you...just like I warned you I would." I grinned, setting her on her feet once we were back in my bedroom. Now was the time to rip that shirt from her body. I had what, a few hours left with her at the most? I could do a lot in that time.
"What about me savoring you?" she mused, running her hands down my bare chest and then tracing her fingertips across the top of my sweats.
"I didn't think..."
"Let me savor you, too. Please, Ryan?" Siena purred, pushing me down onto my bed. My dick stood at attention the moment I hit my mattress. My goddess slowly began undoing each of the buttons on her shirt as she moved to straddle me, but it was too fucking slow.
"Just let me do one thing," I said, sitting up. Siena looked confused until I ripped her shirt open in one swift movement, sending the buttons flying in every direction. "That's better," I smirked, leaning back down.
"This was your shirt, Ryan." She rolled her eyes at me as she peeled out of the remaining material.
"I know. I have plenty of others, and it was worth it." I grinned, gazing over her now naked body as her tiny hands worked on pulling my sweats off.
"Do you think Tony will be pissed at us for doing this? I mean, I know it was his fault, but what if he didn’t think we’d go through with it?" I asked in concern, hissing as her hands stroked my cock. I was worried for her, honestly. I could take care of myself when it came to that fucker, but I didn’t want him losing his shit and hitting her or something.
"I don’t give a fuck about Tony right now. He said I could do whatever I wanted with you until the car picked me up on Sunday afternoon and that’s what I’m doing." Trust Tony, the stupid motherfucker, to take a few hours away from me. The bet had been until the evening, but I wasn’t going to make a big deal out of it. It would only be a few hours I was losing at most, and I’d already fucked Sienna in every way imaginable. Well, I kept telling myself it didn’t bother me, but it really fucking did!
"Fuck, Siena," I groaned as she positioned her soaking heat over my cock. "What about the condom?" I panted. She leaned over, picking one up from the nightstand. I had the joy of her breasts near my face and couldn't resist taking a lick.
"Right now, I want to show you you're not the only one who can fuck hard," she purred, rolling the condom down my length. Fuck, even that felt good. "Are you ready for me, Ryan?" She smiled wickedly, and without waiting for a response, she slowly eased herself onto me.
"Holy fuck!" I tensed with pleasure. "I was born ready for you, Siena." She leaned down to pull on my bottom lip with her teeth before bracing herself on my chest as she began to ride my cock.
Shit, my girl could fuck. Holding onto her hips, I watched her breasts bounce up and down as she rode me like her life depended on it. I should have let her do this more last night because it was pure fucking ecstasy. It was so fucking erotic to look down and watch my cock disappear into her pussy, that it didn't take long for me to spill my load. Siena hadn't even reached her climax before I snarled below her.
"Jesus, Siena," I panted.
"Told you I could fuck hard, too," she giggled, sliding off me and looking at her watch. I removed the condom and tossed it off the side of my bed, too tired to reach for the trash can. "I really need to think about getting ready soon." Did I see disappointment in her eyes? I'd never been good at reading her, so I wasn’t sure. Then again, I never thought she'd been interested in me, and she’d definitely proven me wrong there.
"Why have you been acting as if I hardly existed these last few years?" I asked as she wandered around my room, collecting her things. I really had thrown her clothes everywhere the other night. I was such a fucking animal.
"It was easier," she sighed, not looking at me.
"Easier?"
"I've always been attracted to you, Ryan. Just imagine what could have happened if I'd acted on that. We're lucky we were given a weekend. My time here—with you—has been truly amazing. I honestly never thought we would ever even get that." I was still lying on my bed, completely exhausted, but I was determined to fuck her at least one last time.
"You were doing that to keep away from me?" Fuck, this wasn't good. Should I be encouraging her to talk about this? I couldn't stop, though; I had to know.
"I needed to, Ryan. We would have been killed if we did any of this behind Tony's back."
"I'd never..."
"I know you'd never cross Tony that way," Siena smiled, interrupting me. "I just wanted to make it easier for both of us."
"And you think it's going to be easier now?" I raised an eyebrow, sitting up. She walked back over to the bed, perching on the edge.
"It was just sex with someone I'm attracted to," she laughed. "Don't be so dramatic." I smiled, pulling her back onto the bed. "Ryan, I need to clean up the kitchen," she giggled as I climbed on top of her, nipping at her neck and massaging her chest.
"Leave that. I’ll do it later. I want to have sex with someone I’m attracted to right now, " I smoldered, moving my fingers down to her pussy and finding it dripping wet. "Plus, you didn't climax before." My cock was hard as steel again and ready for more. She watched as I reached for another condom and slid it over my length.
"And you're going to help with that, are you?"
"Indeed I am," I grinned, thrusting into her. We both moaned. I wasn't sure if it was because we knew we only had a few hours left together, or if we were just extremely horny, but it didn’t matter. Getting lost in the moment, we held tightly to each other while we kissed passionately as our bodies became lost in a frenzy of pure lust.
An hour and a half later, we caught our breaths, the sweat dripping off our bodies as we gazed into each other's eyes. Something silent was being said between us, but I was too fucking scared to listen.
"I better take that shower," Siena finally spoke, looking at the clock on my nightstand. Shit, we only had twenty minutes left before her car was supposed to pick her up. Where had the time gone? I nodded, pulling out of her. I think my dick actually whimpered.
I pulled my sweats back on and went to clear the rest of the breakfast dishes while Siena got ready.
Fifteen minutes later, she came out wearing skinny jeans and a tight black sweater. It didn’t matter what she wore, though; she always looked incredible. She'd tied her hair into a high ponytail, and fuck, I was already imagining pulling that while I fucked her from behind. Yeah, I was going to have to do a lot of fucking to get over this weekend.
"Well..." Siena smiled nervously, placing her bag down on the floor beside her. "Thanks for a great weekend."
"It's me who should be thanking you," I sighed, walking over to pull her into my arms. I still had five minutes left, and I wasn’t going to waste them. "You didn't have to agree to this, and I hope you don't feel as if you've been used."
"I felt cherished in a lot of ways," she beamed, looking up at me. "It's been a while since I've felt like that."
"Tony adores you in his own way."
"He only adores what everyone else wants."
"He loves you, Siena," I muttered, stroking her face. "You must see that." I was lying to her, of course. Tony was a narcissistic asshole who wasn’t capable of loving anyone but himself. She was a smart woman, though, and had probably already figured that out. I just didn’t want to confirm it.
"No he doesn't." She smiled sadly. I was going to speak but she continued on. "He loves the idea of Trixie. He doesn't know Siena and never will." Was she trying to say I did? Or was I reading way too much into things? Before I could respond, Siena stood on her tiptoes, grabbed my neck, and pulled my lips to hers. I took the kiss gladly. Damn, it was probably the last contact I would ever have with her, and I missed it already. Our tongues clashed, our hands devoured, clinging, squeezing and stroking each other. We were still kissing passionately when my doorbell rang.
We pulled apart slightly, even though it seemed that neither of us wanted to.
"Goodbye, Siena," I whispered against her lips. Fuck, why did this hurt so much?
"I'll see you at the club," she murmured, her tiny hands running through my hair one last time.
"I hope you'll still watch out for me. I always feel safer when you're there."
"I'll always be watching out for you." With a smile, I leaned down and kissed her forehead.
"And that's not just because Tony tells me to." Siena grinned at that.
I helped her with her bag as we made our way to my front door. There was a private taxi out by the street when I opened it, and I had to shake my head. I should have known Tony would never pick her up himself.
"Thanks for everything, Ryan," Siena smirked, kissing my cheek.
"You're most welcome, Trixie," I called as she made her way to the car. She turned to me with a look of understanding. This was where it had to end. No repercussions. No regrets. We'd had our wild weekend together, and that was more than I could have ever hoped for.
"I'll see you around the club." She smiled before getting into the car.
"You will, indeed," I replied, stretching to grab a cigarette from the table by my front door.
"Do you have a spare?" she called from the car window. I rolled my eyes. Trixie was back.
She was always asking for a cigarette or a light. I walked down in just my sweats, offering her a smoke and then lighting it once it was between her desirable lips.
"Some things never change," I chuckled.
"Nothing has changed, Ryan," she pointed out, and she was completely right. We'd fucked for a weekend thanks to a bet, but that's where it ended.
"You're as right as ever," I commented.
"I usually am," she teased just before hitting the button to roll her window up. "Goodbye, Ryan."
"Goodbye, Trixie," I muttered as the car pulled away from the curb.
It sped into the traffic, and with that, my time with her was over. What a weekend it had been, though, with my goddess, Trixie. Or should I say, my girl, Siena?