6. CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 6
SIERRA
I walk into the restaurant right at seven to meet Kason. Just as I was thinking that it would be a bad idea to meet him last night, I couldn’t resist after his promise of pleasure. It’s not like I’m looking for a relationship, so what’s the harm? I know what I’m in store for with him, and I’m excited for another round of the sheer bliss I know he can give me.
I went out shopping for a new white cashmere dress for this date. The price was a little more than I wanted to pay, but I wanted to dress to impress and maybe turn him on a little. It’s tight and ends above my knees. I’ve paired it with four-inch heels with straps that wrap around my ankles, but even with the added height, I will still only reach his chin if I’m lucky. Kason is very tall and muscular, and I feel tiny when I’m with him.
Walking up to the hostess, she asks, “Welcome to Mirabella’s. Do you have a reservation?”
“Thank you, and yes, it’s under Sierra Lawson.”
She reads off the sheet in front of her and then looks up. “Yes, we have a table for two reserved for you. The other member of your party is already seated. Please follow me.” She walks away and I follow her as butterflies swirl in my stomach at the thought of seeing Kason again.
I recognize his dark hair as he scans the menu before we even reach the table. It’s in a mussed-up sexy look with the top being a little longer than the sides. I remember tugging on his strands while he went down on me, and I get chills knowing that he promised more of his magical tongue tonight.
When we reach him, he looks up and smiles, showing off those sexy dimples of his. His eyes take me in from head to toe and his tongue licks his bottom lip.
Bingo! Just the reaction I was hoping for. I gracefully take my seat across from him while the hostess tells us our server will be with us shortly.
No sooner than I sit, Kason reaches across the table for my hand and squeezes it in his bigger one. Slowly, he lifts it and kisses it with his warm lips. As before, the touch of his lips hits me right in my core. Placing our linked hands back on the table, he purrs, “Hello, gorgeous.”
“So charming. Looks like someone is hoping to get lucky tonight?”
“Oh, not hoping but planning. Feel free to take advantage of me. I’m a sure thing.” He winks.
I snicker just as we’re interrupted by our server. I order a glass of Moscato, and he orders a local IPA. Once the server leaves, we scan our menus until he says, “Tell me about the center and your work there.”
This is new territory for us. Besides the sex we had and talking about sex, we don’t know too much about each other.
“I’m a social worker there. I graduated with my master’s degree a couple of years ago and started there soon after. The center offers resources and some therapeutic services for our at-risk youth in the city.”
Our server drops off our drinks and departs after saying she will be right back to take our order.
“So, you’re a therapist as well. Are you going to try and pick my brain?” he jokes before taking a sip of his beer and wetting his lips. I remember his lips being wet from my arousal when he went down on me, and it dampens my panties.
Before I can reply though, the server is already back and puts some bread on the table along with our drinks. We give her our order and she leaves.
I pick up where we left off. “No need to worry. I’m off the clock.”
“You’re welcome to analyze away. I’m an open book.” He releases my hand and holds his arms out as he suggests it. He’s wearing a buttoned-up black shirt, the sleeves rolled up. I can’t help but notice the firmness of his forearms and the thick veins that run along them. Just like the veins in his—No, I stop myself. Not going there. Not yet.
I go back to what he said about him being an open book. Hmm. Now that he says it, maybe I will pick his brain. I do have some questions.
“What’s with all the women? Does monogamy cramp your style?” A part of me expects him to reject the question.
“I spend time with women, yes. I have a healthy sexual appetite, but I have been monogamous in the past, and I was faithful. In fact, from high school until right after I was drafted, I was in a relationship. Didn’t end well. Caught her screwing my agent in my bed.”
Holy shit.
My mouth drops open, and I sit back in my chair. He mentions it all as if he’s simply reading off the menu. There’s no emotion that I can read on him about what she did. Nor do I detect any lie from him about it. My eyes scan his ridiculously handsome face and already knowing what his body looks like under his clothes and the package he hides behind his pants, I can’t believe any woman would stray. There must be some red flag with him.
“You can pick up your jaw now,” he jokes.
I hadn’t even realized my mouth was still open. He tears off a piece of bread, dips it in the oil, and pops it in his mouth.
“You…you caught them in your bed? Why would she do that? I mean I don’t need to blow up your ego here, but you’re sexy as hell. What would possess a woman to cheat on you? There’s got to be something I’m not seeing here.”
He eyes me momentarily then smirks. “Thanks for the compliment. It means a lot coming from you.” That’s all he took from that? That I think he’s sexy?
“I’m curious though, why did she cheat? Do you have a gambling addiction? Some weird secret sex fetish? Momma’s boy?”
He starts to chuckle then shakes his head. “Nothing as crazy as that, but to answer your questions, I don’t gamble or have any weird sex fetishes. I do love my momma though.”
I nod, wanting him to continue. I need more answers.
“Her reasoning was that she wanted to help with getting me endorsements, so she was coerced, if she was to be believed. I bought an apartment shortly after I was drafted. We were barely living there for a month when I caught them together. I kicked her out then.”
I shake my head. Unbelievable. “I bet it felt good to at least fire your agent?” I expect him to agree. Instead, his lips tighten into a line at my question. “You did fire your agent, right?” I can’t for the life of me imagine he would have kept him.
He slowly shakes his head. For the first time, he appears uncomfortable speaking as he bites his bottom lip, but after several tense moments, he finally does. “I couldn’t fire him, not at that time. When I found them, I punched him in the nose, breaking it. He threatened to go public with the story and have me arrested for assault. It was too early in my career for that type of scandal, so I had no choice but to keep him.” I sit there speechless, so he continues. “They got engaged, and I had to see them together and attend functions where they were. Recently though, my contract expired with him so I fired him, and now I’m represented by someone else.”
I’ m still stunned and feel awful for him. I can’t imagine how that must have felt to catch them and to have to be around them after. I don’t know who this woman is, but she must be an idiot.
Our server comes with our food just then, and I’m thankful for the intrusion. I didn’t like his story at all. After she leaves, our conversation takes a lighthearted turn. I learn that he grew up in New Jersey and he sold his penthouse and bought a brownstone recently. I mention how I was raised by my uncles. When he inquires about my parents, I keep it short and sweet. I confess that my father was never in the picture and that my mother passed away when I was young. Thankfully, he doesn’t push for more information.
Once dinner is finished and he has paid the check, he pulls out his phone and sends a text, then he stands and offers me his hand. Placing mine in his larger one, he helps me out of the seat, and we leave the restaurant. Right outside the door is an idling black town car with tinted back windows. He quickly whisks me inside, getting in behind me, and the car pulls away from the curb.
“How did the car get here so quickly?”
“He was close by the whole time, and I texted him that we were ready to leave.”
I nod in understanding, and he places his hand on my thigh. My breath catches as his thumb caresses my skin, teasing me with his touch. The atmosphere in the car changes, and I mentally beg him to move his hand higher to where I want it. I begin to rub my thighs together, and he doesn’t miss my reaction. He slams his hand on the side of his door and a tinted divider window goes up, separating us from the driver.
He then turns and cups my jaw with his fingers, turning my head to face him. I lock eyes with his darkened gaze.
“Fuck it. I can’t wait,” he growls and slams his mouth to mine. Our teeth clash and our tongues duel in our hunger. This man makes me want like I have never wanted before. His hands move to the back of my head and his fingers fist in my hair as he angles my head trying to get a deeper connection. I have kissed many men, but no man has ever kissed me the way Kason does. I could orgasm from his kiss alone.
Needing more, I straddle his lap before he slides the hem of my dress up to my waist. I feel his erection on my behind, and I position my aching core over it. Needing the friction, I begin to move my hips, rocking along his bulge, the movement allowing my clit the stimulation I need to chase my orgasm. He groans into my mouth as I begin to rock my hips faster until tiny spasms start to spark in my body. Not my strongest orgasm with him but definitely enjoyable.
He pulls his head away from mine and says, “We’re here.”
What? I look around and realize that the car has stopped moving. I was so lost in him, I never noticed.
With a lamenting groan, he lifts me from his lap and I fix my dress. Opening the door, he gets out, takes my hand, and leads me to a gate that he unlocks with a code. Then it’s as if he’s in a rush against time. He practically drags me up a small path to a door where he enters another code, opens the door, and rushes us inside, kicking it closed with his foot.
Then he’s on me, shoving me up against the wall as his mouth savagely takes mine in a bruising kiss and my clutch falls to the floor as he grinds his hardness against my core. I may have already orgasmed but I’m not sated in my need for him, not even close.
“Fuck me. I need you inside me,” I plead.
“Oh fuck. Your begging turns me on.” Sliding his hand up my thigh, he slips it under the hem of my dress to the apex of my thighs, and he groans when his finger comes into contact with my wet thong. “You’re so wet for me.”
Moving his hand to the side of my thong, he twists it and yanks. There’s a momentary sharp jab on my right hip and a tearing sound. I realize quickly that he tore my thong off of me in his haste, and it turns me on more when I didn’t think that was possible.
I feel the chill of the air when he moves away from me. When I look up, I get a vision of him that I will never forget. He has my thong lifted to his nose, breathing in my scent. “Damn it. Your smell is just as I remember, baby. So mouthwatering sweet.” He drops it to the floor and commands, “Get naked.” His voice is dominant, and I don’t hesitate.
I remove my dress as he starts to undo the buttons of his shirt, watching my every move with hungry eyes. My dress falls to the floor at my feet. Reaching behind me I unhook my bra and slide the straps off my shoulders as his eyes darken. Since he’s enjoying the show, I slowly lift my arm out to the side as my lacy bra hangs from my fingertips until I release it and a primal growl leaves his throat. I reach down to undo the straps of my heels when his words stop me.
“No. Keep them on. Do you have any idea how insanely sexy you look standing there in nothing but those fuck me heels.” I shake my head because what do you say to something like that?
Standing here naked, I wait for him to finish. His shirt falls to the floor and moments later his pants are off, and he stands in his boxers, his erection thick and long and fighting to be released from its restraints. Taking a condom out of his wallet, he drops it and his pants onto the floor before he drops his boxers, releasing his cock that I can only describe as angry. It’s thick and swollen and I can make out the veins running the length of it.
“See something you like?” His question breaks my ogling his dick and brings my wanting eyes back up to his. I’ve seen his cock before, but I’m still in awe by its length and girth. It’s like the eighth wonder of the world.
“I’d like it better if it was fucking me,” I retort.
“Be careful what you ask for. I plan to fuck your pussy until you're sore tonight.” His tone suggests that it’s not a threat but a promise.
Moving his hand to grip his dick, he gives it three long strokes before releasing it. He brings the condom packet up to his teeth and rips it open before putting it on his shaft and prowling back over to me.
Once he’s standing in front of me, he reaches behind my back and lifts me while he orders, “Wrap your legs around me and hang on tight.”
My legs instantly hug his waist, and he pushes my back against the wall then reaches between us to line himself up. Slowly, he starts to pump his cock into my wetness. Inch by glorious inch glides into my folds and sensations start to riot inside my body, even though I know he’s not all the way into my pussy yet. I slide my hands down his back. His muscles are tense, and I know he’s holding back from ramming into me like he wants to. A part of me is thankful for his control but another part wants to make him lose it.
“Do it. Fuck me like you want and make me sore and never let me forget who made me that way.” I rake my nails down his back and that’s all it takes to make him lose his self-restraint.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He ruthlessly thrusts into me in one go, and I can’t help the yelp that I release. Then he begins to hammer savagely, and I hold on tight as he requested. It’s painful, but I love it. I love that I made him this way. He’s pounding into me and pain mixed with the pleasure has me quickly reaching the pinnacle of my release.
My hands continue to trace along his now sweaty back from his exertion. My legs squeeze him tighter pushing on his firm ass and causing his cock to sink deeper into my pussy while my heels dig into his buttocks. I’m losing my breath. I don't even have enough air in my lungs to let the moans escape my throat. He doesn’t let up and delivers strike after hard strike. My head is in his neck and so lost in this pleasurable delirium, I bite into his shoulder making him groan.
“You fucking vixen. Come,” he growls, and my body radiates in the most exquisite pleasure from the inside out as I start to spasm around his cock. He stills, and I feel his shaft twitching inside me while he pants his way through his orgasm.
Once our breaths finally calm down, I feel him nuzzle his face into my shoulder. “You're perfect, Sierra,” he whispers then kisses my neck.
“Only with you,” I murmur before I have the chance to filter my thoughts, but it’s the truth because there is no man who has ever made me feel so sexually alive as he has. It’s the connection that I have felt with him since that first moment in the bar.
My words have him leaving the confines of my neck, and he stares at my face. I don’t know what he’s thinking or feeling, but he nods as if agreeing with me and pulls me away from the wall, the cool air making me shiver. He starts to walk with his cock still deep inside me.
There’s dim lighting, and it’s hard for me to make out most of the room as he carries me through, but I do see a couple of boxes, and I remember him telling me that he recently bought this house.
I don’t need to see where we’re going to know he’s carrying me upstairs, I can tell by the way his body moves. I feel like we are climbing forever, and I have no idea how he’s doing it because my body feels so tired holding onto him. Eventually, he stops and his arm leaves my waist. A light flicks on, brightening the room, and music starts to play from hidden speakers. It’s when I see the California king-sized bed with the black and red bedding that I realize we’re in his bedroom.
Lifting my head away from his shoulder, I take in my surroundings and realize I’m in the biggest bedroom I have ever seen. I think my whole apartment could fit inside it. He could live in the room alone and never feel cramped. There’s even a marble fireplace with a black sofa and matching chairs in front of it. Glass doors lead to a balcony that has patio furniture. I’m in awe.
I gaze back at him. “Why do you need the rest of your home? This room is huge. ”
He chuckles lightly, and I feel his shaft move inside me. I might be slightly sore but feeling it move has me heating up again and ready for another round.
“It was this room that originally sold me on the house but wait until you see the bathroom.”
After starting to walk again, he stops and flips on another switch, and my eyes grow wide.
This bathroom is every woman’s dream.