17. Sienna
17
SIENNA
I’ve barely swallowed the last of Kyle’s cum before he is on his knees.
He tugs my sweater over my head, and unclasps my bra in one fluid movement, dropping them onto the couch. Then, without speaking, he removes his shirt and studies my body before cupping my breasts in his hands.
Kyle sucks my nipples, nibbling them between his teeth, sucking on the soft flesh surrounding them, leaving behind a daisy chain of kisses.
He is all I can taste.
He is all I can feel.
This— Kyle —is the reason why I ran away from Nick and his unexpected proposal, and the instant I allow this thought to materialize, my pussy begins throbbing for more.
“Kyle…” I lower my head and drag my fingers through his hair.
His cock is still hard. I can feel it bobbing between my thighs as if waiting to come home.
“Yes?” His mouth smothers mine, and I feel myself drifting away on a vessel of mingled breaths and overpowering lust.
I can’t even remember what I wanted to say.
He lowers me gently back onto the floor and pulls off my pants. He spreads my legs wide and sucks my pussy through my panties. It shouldn’t feel this sexy, but my orgasm starts to build the instant he tugs them aside and starts sucking on my clit.
“Nu-huh.” He raises his head, his trim beard glistening with my juices. “I know you want it, but you’re gonna have to wait.”
“I-I can’t.”
“Okay, perhaps we need a lesson in how to be patient.”
A low gurgling chuckle escapes my throat before I can stop it. “And you’re going to teach me?”
So quickly, I barely register his movement, he snatches my sweater from the sofa, wraps it tightly around my wrists, raises my arms above my head and fastens them securely to the leg of the coffee table. I could probably free myself if I tried, but I don’t. The excitement coursing through my veins and the wetness seeping between my legs is enough for me to play along.
“What are you doing?—”
He smothers my mouth with his. His tongue is everywhere, his teeth are biting into the soft flesh around my lips, and my pussy starts thrumming wildly.
“Did I ask you to speak?” The gleam in his eyes as he pulls away and looms over me is wicked.
“No.”
“Do you know what happens when you speak out of turn, leoin?”
“You’ll fuck me harder?” My voice is playful, the excitement evident.
His lips quirk upward at the corners. “Only if you’re a good girl.” I’ve never heard his voice sound this husky before.
His lips brush mine. He drags his tongue along my jawline until it finds my ear. “Do you trust me?”
His breath on my neck is warm, and shivers travel down my spine. I instinctively open my legs. My panties are saturated.
“Yes.” I don’t even question it.
His shirt appears from nowhere. He rolls it into a long narrow strip of cloth and places it over my eyes, fastening it at the back of my head.
His mouth crushes my lips, his tongue probing.
I don’t know how it’s possible, but being blindfolded heightens the sensation by a hundred times. I sink into the lights popping and flashing behind my eyelids and return his kisses.
The instant my tongue meets Kyle’s he pulls away. There’s a stinging sensation in my nipple, and he leans in close to my ear again. “Naughty leoin. I didn’t tell you to kiss me back.”
“But…” I lick my lips, and he tweaks my nipple again.
“Your lips are mine. I’ll lick them when I’m ready.”
He pulls away, and his absence raises goosebumps on my skin. My ears keen for a whisper of his movements, but I don’t hear a thing.
Then he rubs my lips with the end of his cock, and I can taste him all over again. I instinctively open my mouth to take him, and he rolls my hips sideways, slapping my ass with the palm of his hand. It stings a little. And my sex reacts, drawing me closer to my orgasm without him even touching me.
His cock is back, and this time he pushes the end between my lips. “Lick me, leoin. Lick me like I’m the best popsicle you’ve ever tasted.”
I lick around the head, tasting the residue of his cum. I drag my tongue along his length, circling the rim, and forcing it into the slit. He pulls away, just enough to make me follow him with my mouth, and I do, like a groupie chasing her favorite rock star.
His mouth closes around my tongue without warning. He sucks, and a low groan escapes my lips.
“Good girl.”
He licks my lips. The dip between my collarbones. The scars tracking their way across my chest. My nipples. My belly button.
Not being able to see him means that I’m following him by the trail he leaves behind on my body. My pussy is waiting. And fuck does he know it.
So, he keeps going. He kisses my hips. I know what he can see, the puckered flesh, the shiny pink ridge of the scars resulting from the car crash, but I focus on his tongue instead. Where he’s going. What he’s going to do next.
He rolls me sideways and traces damp swirling patterns across my butt cheeks making me flinch as he finds a spot that I never knew was ticklish. He’s quiet. He doesn’t want me to preempt his next move.
He raises my right leg. His kisses travel down the back of my thigh. He sucks on the skin at the back of my knee, and keeps moving down to my ankle, the tender flesh on the sole of my feet, my toes. His tongue flickers in and out, and I barely have a chance to wonder how there can be so many sensitive nerve endings between your toes when he slides my legs apart and pushes my knees backward, raising my butt off the floor.
He rips my panties from me and supports my legs easily with his shoulders. “You’re learning. Keep being a good girl and I’ll make you come, leoin. Would you like that?”
I’m panting just at the thought of his tongue dragging across my clit. “Yes.”
“You’ll have to try harder.” His accent is even more lilting than usual.
“Yes, I’d like that.” The words tumble out.
He slides a finger inside me. “You’re wet, Sienna,” he drawls. “Are you a little bit excited?”
“More than a little bit.”
The finger comes out and his cock lands heavily between my legs. My pussy clenches expectantly. But Kyle is enjoying the game too much. He thumps my sex with the end of his cock, rubbing it between my folds, covering it in my juices.
And I lay there with the flashing lights behind my eyelids and the eerie image of me naked and blindfolded on Kyle’s living room floor, with my hands tied behind my head.
I’ve never felt so vulnerable or so sexy before.
I gasp out loud when Kyle’s mouth sucks on the outside of my sex. He sucks and licks, his tongue exploring every part of my exposed pussy, teasing my clit with tiny gentle licks before sucking my juices from me some more.
I thrust my hips towards him. Desperate. And his palm slaps my other butt cheek.
“What did I say?” He sits back, but keeps my legs raised. “I’m starting to think that you don’t want me after all.”
“I do.”
“You do what, Sienna?”
“I do want you.” My heart is racing. “Please, or I’ll come without you, Kyle.”
His low chuckle reaches my ears. “Much as I’d love to see that, I’m not letting you have all the fun without me.”
My pussy is suddenly filled with his fingers. He’s sliding them in and out of me, and my legs start trembling. I’m too close.
“Lick me, Kyle.”
His fingers pull out. Without warning, they’re in my mouth, and I can taste myself, and I’m whimpering without even realizing.
Then he’s gripping my thighs with both hands, and I can hardly breathe with my knees crushing my chest. But his tongue is inside me, and I’m already spiraling towards the orgasm that has been waiting to explode since we entered his apartment.
“Come for me, leoin. Come all over my face.”
I don’t respond. My body is already spasming, my eyes rolling back into my head, as the orgasm takes over.
It keeps coming and coming.
I’m still in the throes when Kyle lowers my legs and rolls me over, my wrists still bound to the table leg, my eyes still covered. He pulls my hips towards him and fucks me from behind on his knees, drawing his cock all the way out and ramming it back in again until we finally collapse into a messy panting heap on the floor.
Kyle is heavy on top of me. His face is close to mine, when he whispers in my ear, “You’re so fucking amazing, Sienna. My beautiful lioness. My love.”
“I meant what I said, Sienna. No pressure. The guest room is yours until you’re ready to leave the city and travel to Ireland.”
We’re sitting at the breakfast bar in the kitchen of Kyle’s apartment. We’re both wrapped in comforters. We’re both naked underneath.
I’ve lost track of time. The sky outside the window is still black despite the city lights adding their glow to the view, but a hint of gray is already seeping through. I’m sore and tender, every part of me still tingling from his touch.
Kyle kept his word. He fucked me and then fucked me some more.
Neither of us slept, and now we’re sipping black coffee in comfortable silence eating buttery scrambled eggs that Kyle made.
“Victoria sat right there eating toast with me one time.” He gestures with his eyes to the stool that I’m sitting on. “That’s when she first realized that I was in the car with you that New Year's Eve.”
He’s changing the subject before I can decline his offer to use the guest room.
“I wish I could go back to that night.”
“Kyle, don’t.” I set my fork down on the plate.
I’m ravenous, but even now, after all this time, I still find it difficult to eat whenever my memories of that night wriggle their way to the forefront of my mind.
“Sorry.” His expression crumples.
He’s like two different people at times. There’s the Kyle who blindfolds me and tells me to lick his dick, and then there’s this guy scrambling eggs and trying his hardest to put things right between us. I don’t know where the mafia lawyer fits into the equation.
“How soon do you want to leave? I need six hours’ notice to get the private jet ready. My mom and my sister are already in Ireland.” He opens his mouth to say more and closes it again.
“Where are they staying?”
I’ve met Moira and Emily. They’re lovely people, but Victoria didn’t mention that I’d be spending time with them too, and right now, I’m not sure that I can face speaking to anyone else. Especially Kyle’s mom. I feel like it’s my fault that the gallery got trashed, and although it’s highly unlikely that she’ll accuse me of negligence, it’s what I’ll be thinking every time I look at her.
“I can’t tell you.” Kyle pushes his eggs around the plate with his fork.
“Can’t?” I frown. “Or won’t?”
His smile reappears, and butterflies leap about inside my chest. “Can’t. It’s such a closely guarded secret that even her sons don’t know where she’s staying.”
“Will she be there for the holidays?”
“Aye.” There’s something he isn’t telling me.
“What’s going on, Kyle?”
Moira might be part of a mafia family, but I’ve seen the way she is with her sons and daughter. Family is everything to her. So, why is she spending the holidays in a secret location in another country? Then it dawns on me that perhaps she and Terry are separating, and my stomach churns for Kyle.
“Forget I asked,” I quickly add. “I didn’t mean to pry.”
Kyle is quiet, eating his eggs before they get cold. Finally, he says, “Something has happened to remind her of the past.” His voice is low. “A past that she has spent years trying to forget.”
“Is she alright?”
She’s surrounded by a team of security guards and four sons with the kind of connections that most people associate with movies like The Godfather and Goodfellas , so I don’t understand why she chose to leave her family behind. During the holiday season.
“Sienna, you don’t need to worry about my mom.”
I hear him, but why do I still feel like he’s hiding something?