39. Sienna
SIENNA
“It’s so pretty,” I breathe as I stand and stare at my tree. The warm white lights twinkle, giving the room such a cozy glow, and the decorations are perfect. “I’m so glad you made me do this,” I say to Calvin, who’s in my kitchen cleaning up after dinner.
My eyes move from decoration to decoration, the warm and fuzzy feeling in my chest only growing.
I startle when he steps up behind me, his hands landing on my hips before sliding around my stomach, holding me tightly against him.
“I knew that corner was made for a tree,” he murmurs, the top of his chin resting on my head.
“Yeah.” I sigh, sinking into his warmth.
“I’ve got one more for you, though,” he says cryptically.
“One more what?” I ask, ripping my eyes away from the tree and spinning around to face him.
He reaches behind him with one arm, then reveals a small gift bag.
“What did you do?” I ask, making him chuckle.
“It’s just…well…” He pushes the gift into my hands, encouraging me to open it.
Excitedly, I do exactly that.
Inside the bag is a small, wrapped gift, and I immediately rip into the tissue paper.
The moment the content is revealed, a laugh tumbles from my lips.
“Do you like it?”
Forcing myself to look up at him, I find the most adorable blush heating his cheeks.
“I saw it in the store and—”
“Why were you in the team store?”
His face flushes harder. “Because I’d heard the guys talking about them having these,” he confesses.
I hold my newest tree decoration between us, watching as it spins on my finger.
It’s a wooden LA Vipers jersey with the number ninety-one with Keller written across the top.
“I love it,” I state, lifting my attention to him.
“Really?” His embarrassment washes away, replaced by his standard cocky smirk.
“Yep. It’s going pride of place.”
I spin on my toes and hang it front and center on my tree. Okay, it pains me to do it, because now some things aren’t evenly spaced, but I figure that I’ll fix that later.
Calvin’s arms come around me once again, and he holds me tight as we both admire my tree.
Eventually, he tucks his face into my neck, nuzzling me before confessing, “I can’t stop thinking about last night.”
Fire shoots through me as the memory of straddling him, of his fingers circling my clit, of him standing in my bathroom with his dick in his hand, play out like a movie in my head.
“Your lasagna was pretty legendary,” I tease.
“That wasn’t what I meant.” He groans. “I was talking about how fucking incredible you looked coming all over my fingers.”
All the air rushes from my lungs and my knees threaten to give out. Thankfully, he’s got me and holds me steady against him.
“Hottest thing I’ve ever seen or heard.”
My breathing becomes labored as heat builds in my core.
“And the second you put this back on…” he says, releasing one arm and tugging at the hem of his hoodie. “Fuck, darlin’. Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
I can’t help but giggle, because I can feel it pressed against my ass.
Feeling brazen, I rub myself against him.
He grunts in surprise, and it’s the sweetest sound.
Watching him lose control last night was bean bank material that I’ll probably recycle for the rest of my life.
But it wasn’t enough. I don’t want to be watching him fall apart in another room. I want him right here in front of me.
I do roll my hips again, and his grip on me tightens, attempting to stop me.
“Sienna,” he growls. His voice is so deep it sends tingles rushing down my spine.
“I-I want to make you feel good,” I tell him, nerves colliding with the desire.
It’s not the act that has me nervous. I don’t have an issue giving him pleasure. My fear is that he’ll want more, that it’ll just be the beginning, and he’ll push to get what he wants even if I’m not ready.
Deep down, I know he won’t do that. I’ve told him I trust him, and I do. But the fear still lingers like it always does.
“You don’t have to do that,” he says. But his understanding, his willingness to wait, only makes me want to do it more.
“But I want to,” I assure him, brazenly slipping my hand between us and stroking him over his jeans.
“Goddamn,” he grunts, as I realize just what he’s hiding down here.
He’s huge, and I’d be lying if I said that didn’t make me even more apprehensive.
He sucks in a shuddering breath as I do it again before his fingers wrap around my wrist, pulling my hand away.
“Hey,” I complain.
“How about we make a deal,” he suggests.
“Go on…”
“I’ll make you come in front of your pretty new tree, and then after, if you still want to, I’ll let you do whatever you like to me.”
A smile pulls at my lips, and I turn my head to look at him.
“Whatever I want?”
His exhale tickles down the neck of the oversized hoodie I’m wearing, making my nipples pebble against the soft fabric.
“Whatever you want.”
“And what will you do to me?” My voice is all breathy, but I can’t find it in me to care.
“What do you want me to do to you?” he counters.
“Make me come.”
He chuckles at my bluntness.
“That’s a given, darlin’. But how? You want my fingers again, or can I taste you?”
Oh, holy shit.
I squeeze my eyes closed as a very vivid image of Calvin on his stomach between my thighs appears in my head.
He doesn’t push me for an answer; instead, he gives me time to think. I just don’t think he appreciates that the only thing I can think about is his head…down there.
“With your knee, can you get down—”
“I can do anything you want me to do, darlin’.”
My heart is like a runaway train in my chest.
I’ve never asked a guy to do anything for me before. It’s…nerve-racking. But I refuse to go for the easy option; I want to push myself, and Calvin makes me feel safe enough to do that with him.
“Both,” I whisper. “In front of the tree.”
“Goddamn, darlin’. It’s so fucking sexy, listening to you tell me what you want.”
Reaching behind me, I sink my fingers into his soft hair and turn my head to the side, searching out his lips.
Being just as eager as me, he drops his head low and dives straight into the kiss. His hands start wandering—slowly at first, but as the seconds tick by and our kiss grows hungrier, messier, his touch becomes bolder.
“Oh God,” I moan into his kiss when he finally cups my aching breasts. Just like last night, I’m braless, and the soft brush of the fabric against my peaked nipples is the most delicious torture.
“Love hearing you moan,” he tells me, kissing down my neck, sucking on the sensitive patch of skin beneath my ear.
“Calvin, please.”
A deep groan rumbles in his chest. “Tell me what you need.”
“You.”
“Gonna need more than that, darlin’.”
I swallow thickly. “I want…I want your fingers.”
“Where?” he asks immediately.
“On…on my pussy.”
“I’d love nothing more.” One of his hands leaves my breast and descends my body.
I tremble, already getting close to a release just from his kiss, touch, and dirty words.
My breath catches as his fingers inch beneath the bottom of his hoodie, his calloused palms brushing against the soft skin of my thighs.
My fingers twist tighter in his hair, my core flooding with heat as the anticipation gets the better of me.
I whimper when he gets close—so fucking close, but not quite close enough.
And the moment he discovers that I went without panties tonight, all the air rushes from his lungs.
“Did you forget something tonight, darlin’?”
I shake my head, my teeth holding my bottom lip captive as his fingertips ghost over my sensitive flesh.
“Oh, you’re a tease. I love it.”
“Calvin,” I shriek when he parts me and his fingers find my swollen clit.
“Open your legs wider,” he rasps in my ear, and I rush to follow his order.
“So wet for me again.”
“Yes,” I whimper as he pushes his fingers back to my entrance, gathering up my juices just like he did last night. Only, this time, he doesn’t go straight back to my clit.
“Can I feel how tight you are?”
The fact that he asks instead of assuming that because I’m wet I must want him inside me only makes me trust him more.
This man…he’s more than I ever could have imagined.
The kind of caring, thoughtful man I was starting to think didn’t really exist.
“Yes,” I breathe, my internal muscles already tightening, ready to feel him stretch me open.
He doesn’t push inside immediately; instead, he teases me mercilessly, leaving me whimpering and begging him to do something.
“Calvin, please, I need—”
My words die as he finally pushes a single finger inside me.
“Oh my—”
“Fuck,” he grunts. “So goddamn tight.”
I nod, although I’m not entirely sure what I’m actually agreeing to.
He presses the heel of his hand against my clit, and my knees buckle.
“Whoa,” he says, banding his arm around my waist, holding me against him.
He is incredibly hard against my ass, and my hand twitches to reach for him again, to wrap my fingers around him and bring him to ruin.
“I’m…I’m not gonna last,” I confess as my orgasm barrels closer.
“Give it to me, darlin’.”
“B-but…your mouth.” I want to pout at the thought of missing out on what that might look like. I already suspect it’ll be so much more than my imagination.
“I don’t remember there being any rules on how many orgasms you’re allowed to have.”
“Oh,” I breathe, my lips forming an O as he continues what he’s doing.
“Calvin, that’s…fuck…yeah…there. Fuck. There. Yes,” I squeal when he successfully pushes me over the edge.
I’m pretty sure I black out, because when I blink again, I’m facing Calvin.
He stares down at me with eyes that are blown with lust, and I regret allowing him to run away last night all over again.
Long seconds pass as we just stare at each other while I come down from my high. And just when I think I’m getting myself back together, he lifts his hand. Two of his fingers glisten with my arousal. Heat surges to my cheeks, but before I can say anything, he pushes them into his mouth.
Oh shit.
His eyelids shutter as he sucks on them.
Fuck.
My heart is racing, my chest heaving erratically as he seems to savor me.
“Delicious,” he rasps once he releases the digits. “I’m gonna need a fuck load more of that. Daily, preferably.”
I’ve only been on the receiving end of oral sex a handful of times. My ex didn’t like doing it. And the few times he did, it wasn’t great, and he’d get irritated because I wouldn’t come on his timeline.
He really was a jerk.
“Go lie in front of the tree, darlin’.”
Desire tightens my core, sending aftershocks shooting around my body. But despite being desperate to do as I’m told, I shake my head. “Not yet.” And then I reach for him.
His hips jerk forward as I press my palm against the steel bar hiding behind his fly.
“Fuck.”
I rub him slowly, keeping my eyes on his, taking in his reaction—the way his eyes darken, his nostrils flare, and his jaw tics.
Dropping my gaze lower, I find his chest heaving as erratically as mine and his fists curled at his sides. And his pants…well, I don’t know how they’re containing what’s hiding beneath them.
“Do you need to sit down?” I ask, achingly aware that he’s already been on his feet quite a while.
He swallows thickly, making me wonder if he remembers how to speak. I know I was struggling when I had his hands on me. The thought of the feeling being mutual is a real boost to my confidence.
“I…uh…I’ll just…”
He shuffles back a little and rests his ass against the back of my couch.
I nod and close the space between us again, my eyes lingering on his crotch for a few seconds before climbing to his eyes.
“You don’t have to do anything, Sienna. I can wait; it’s not—”
His words die the second I reach for his waistband, pop the button, and drag the zipper down.
And I’m pretty sure he stops breathing entirely as I reach for the bottom of his hoodie and drag it up my body, mustering every ounce of confidence I possess to make him forget about all the girls who have gone before.