Chapter 2. THE BASEMENT
(Sienna)
I only had three weeks of freedom left before starting my internship at Cos Pharma, so I decided to make the most of it and have fun exploring what the city had to offer.
A few days after I got home, I texted Caroline. We hadn’t been particularly close friends, but she knew how to have a good time, and I needed that precise diversion to avoid being under my parents’ scrutiny at home. Our paths crossed three years ago during one of my summer visits. Caroline was employed as a bartender at Port Chester Country Club and had connections to all the trendiest clubs and bars in the city. We hit it off right away, but our friendship never fully blossomed since our time together was restricted to just five weeks each year. We didn’t share many common interests either, except for our mutual love for parties and alcohol.
Caroline
We’ll pick you up at 7. Wear jeans, nothing fancy.
And put something on that shows skin. I want to introduce you to a friend *wink emoji*
Me
I don’t date, but if he’s hot, I might make an exception…
Caroline
I’ve shown him a picture of you.
Believe me when I say he has other plans for you that are not dating *taco emoji* *eggplant emoji*
Her last text made me chuckle. She was nothing like the people I’d met during my time at boarding school. Rubin American Boarding School was full of arrogant, entitled pricks who believed they were superior to everyone else. Half of them hailed from European royal families, while the other half were either offspring of political figures or rock stars. Sarah was, in fact, the only normal person. Her father, Tim Afolami, was the CEO of a very successful water treatment company in the UK, and she intended to follow in his footsteps by pursuing a degree in chemical engineering and biotechnology at the University of Cambridge. Money, beauty, and brains—a killer combination.
After spending what might have been an overly long time in the shower, I moisturized my body with vanilla-scented body milk and blow-dried my hair until it had a naturally styled look. Everyone knew that when Caroline said “casual,” she meant we were headed to an underground bar where all you could smell was whiskey, sweat, and tobacco, so I made sure I looked good without overdoing it. I wore my favorite pair of jeans and a red tank showcasing my curves and finished the look with black military boots and red lipstick.
I headed downstairs to the living room, where my parents were having dinner. About an hour ago, my mom knocked on my door and asked me if I wanted to join them, but whenever it was just the three of us, I felt super awkward. During the infrequent moments we shared together, my father often stressed my obligations as part of the Moore family and emphasized the importance of how I portrayed myself to the world. I politely declined the invitation, which clearly displeased her. Judging by the expression on my father’s face, he wasn’t thrilled either.
“Hey, Dad, Mom. I’m going out with Caroline. I might be back late. I just wanted to give you a heads-up,” I informed them. The clattering of my dad’s cutlery against his plate startled my mom. He pressed his lips tightly together, and his eyes gave the impression he was about to snap.
“Sweetheart, not now,” my mother whispered softly as she tenderly laid her hand on my father’s wrist. Throughout my life, she’d always shielded me from him. She would craft last-minute excuses to justify his absence when visiting me in Switzerland or his disinterest in my personal life. The only thing that really interested Edward Moore was how well I did in school, just so I could go to an Ivy League college and play my part in maintaining his public image, like a pawn on a chessboard. His grand plan was for me to eventually join him in managing the company, but he failed to understand that the last thing I wanted was to work for him at Cos Pharmaceuticals.
He looked at me, then extended his index finger, directing it toward me. “I’m away on business next week until Wednesday, but I expect you to meet me in my office on Thursday morning at 9 a.m. sharp. We need to discuss your internship before we leave for Cabo.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to join us?” my mom interjected. She still hoped that I would change my mind, but as appealing as Cabo sounded, I preferred to stay home.
“Mom, I’d rather stay here. We’ve already had this conversation. I want to make the most of my time here before heading to Stanford in a few months.” I approached the table and kissed my mom on the cheek before heading to the front door.
Mrs. Bishop, our housekeeper, was already there waiting for me and holding the door open. “Good night, Miss Moore. Enjoy your evening.”
Caroline waited outside, leaning on the passenger door with a smirk. She wore black shorts, a Metallica T-shirt, and comfy Converse shoes. With a nod toward the vintage black Cadillac parked in my front yard, she playfully beckoned me. “Jump in, cutie. The night is young.”
* * *
Seated in the back of the car, I couldn’t help but notice that Jake, Caroline’s friend, kept gazing at me through the rearview mirror. She introduced us as soon as I hopped in the car, and he’d barely focused on the road since we left Moore Manor.
“See something you like?” I challenged. Jake was very attractive, had an infectious laugh, and it seemed he also had excellent taste in music. “The Reason” by Hoobastank blasted through the car’s speakers while my eyes roamed Jake’s tattooed arms and how his black T-shirt accentuated his well-defined biceps. His hair, dark and slightly longer at the front, almost grazed his eyes, which were the most striking shade of green I had ever seen. The way he would touch his short stubble made me wonder how it would feel between my legs.
Why am I always this horny?
“We’ll be there in ten minutes,” Caroline announced. It turned out we weren’t hitting the city tonight but going to a private party at one of Jake’s friend’s houses. Caroline and I made small talk while Jake drove us to Greenwich, a town in southwestern Fairfield County, Connecticut. By the time we arrived, the party was in full swing, and dozens of cars surrounded what looked like a country house. Jake struggled for a few minutes to find a parking spot, so he ended up leaving the car in front of someone else’s truck.
“Don’t worry, it’s my friend’s car. If she wants to leave, she’ll text me,” Jake said when he noticed my hesitation.
The moment we entered the house, all eyes in the living room turned in our direction. At first, I thought they looked at me because I was an outsider, but then a horde of girls came running toward Jake to say hi. It was evident that he was popular with the opposite sex.
Using this diversion to my advantage, I ventured into the kitchen area in search of a beer.
During the entire evening, Caroline kept introducing me to people. I seamlessly joined their conversations, which mainly involved topics such as football, the latest movie releases, and some drama involving a girl named Mandy and her boyfriend, Marcus.
I made my way around the party, looking for Caroline. It wasn’t the first time she had ditched me for dick, so I decided to find Jake to make sure he would give me a ride home. It took me a solid ten minutes to locate him casually leaning against a doorframe in the living room, beer in hand, engaged in conversation with another guy who soon wandered off, leaving him alone by the time I reached him.
“Hey, have you seen Caroline?”
He looked me up and down, his stare making all the butterflies in my stomach come alive. “No. I haven’t seen her in a while. Maybe she’s fucking someone in one of the rooms.”
I rolled my eyes, making Jake chuckle.
“Caroline mentioned you studied in Europe. Is that true?” he asked.
“Yes. I went to a co-ed boarding school in Switzerland.”
“Nice,” he responded, taking a sip from the bottle. “How was it? Did you have to wear one of those tiny uniforms with a skirt and a tie?”
“It wasn’t tiny, but you’re right. I had a uniform: Knee-high socks, skirt, shirt, tie, blazer…”
“Hmm. I bet you looked good in one of those. You still have it?”
The thought of Jake brushing his fingers on my skin and pushing his hand below my skirt made me clench my thighs.
“You’ve watched too much porn, Jake,” I retorted.
“You can’t blame me for picturing you wearing one,” he replied. “I bet you had all the guys wrapped around your finger.”
“Not really.”
Jake arched an eyebrow and brought his lips to my ear, whispering, “I find that hard to believe. If it had been me, I would have been on my knees asking you on a date…and maybe doing other things too.”
Holy shit.
Jake’s deep voice was alluring, and the only thing that came from my lips was some incoherent and awkward humming.
He pushed my hair to one side and added, “I want to show you something.” Jake must have found my expression amusing as he laughed and leaned backward. “I didn’t mean that. Caroline told me you play the piano, and my friend’s dad works for a producer. He has a grand piano downstairs. He soundproofed the basement. I thought I could show you.”
I was sure he had ulterior motives, but having a soundproof room in the house piqued my interest. He grabbed my hand and guided me toward the staircase leading to the basement while a few girls looked at me with a hint of jealousy. As we reached the bottom, Jake swung open the door and invited me inside. I let out a surprised gasp.
“Wow, Jake, this is beautiful!” I walked toward the grand piano in the corner of the room. On the opposite side was a tiny home studio for voice recording and several monitors.
“My friend’s dad likes to compose. He had this installed so he could work from home, too.”
I caressed the Steinway & Sons black grand piano and lifted the fall board as I sat on the bench. Some sheet music was piled on top of it, but I decided to play something lighter than Mozart or Debussy. I placed my fingers on the keys, my feet on the pedals, and started to play “All of Me” by John Legend.
“You’re good!” Jake exclaimed. He stood next to me while I got lost in the music. It was one of my favorite songs. The lyrics and how the melody went straight to my soul always spoke to me.
Once I finished the song, I looked at Jake, who was smiling. It was the first genuine smile he gave me instead of a smirk since we met. I liked it.
“Do you want me to teach you? Maybe you can use my lesson to seduce some of the hyperventilating women up there?” I said, pointing my head upstairs.
“Sure. But I’m not interested in any of them.”
“Are you sure?” I smirked.
“I’m here with you, am I not?” Jake took my hand and pulled me to my feet.
“Are we leaving?” I asked, confused.
“No, but you need to sit on my lap so I can get a good view of your hands.”
“Are you sure a view of my hands is what you want?” I teased.
Jake didn’t respond to my flirtatious comment but moved me to the side so he could sit on the bench and pull me onto his lap.
“Place your hands on top of mine and follow my lead,” I instructed. I would teach him just a few notes, but how his body was pressed to my back kept distracting me.
After a few minutes of trying my best to show him how to play “Under the Bridge” by Red Hot Chili Peppers with just four chords, he moved his hands away and placed them on my upper arms. I wasn’t sure if he’d just grown tired of my lesson until he gently trailed his fingers up my arms toward my shoulders and pushed my hair to one side. He ran his tongue along the side of my neck, and a sweet shiver traveled down my spine as I noticed the bulge pressing against my ass. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, turned my face, and ran his tongue against my lower lip, gently tugging it with his teeth. My pussy throbbed, and something in me snapped. I bent my arm around his neck until our kiss became more demanding, more savage. I pulled back, but I wasn’t nearly done with him. I wanted more.
I knew sex and alcohol were my coping mechanisms when I didn’t want to face my feelings, and since I came back to Port Chester, I felt way too much. I just wanted to drown in another feeling that didn’t hurt that much.
I turned around until I straddled him. He cupped my face with both hands and crushed his lips to mine. I opened my mouth, our tongues touching, and it felt like my whole body was set on fire. Jake was an excellent kisser, and I wondered what other things he’d mastered with his tongue.
There’s only one way to find out.
I grabbed the bottom of my top and pulled it over my head, dropping the fabric onto the floor.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” Jake continued kissing my neck, biting my skin in a delicious and torturous way. His mouth traveled down my neck toward my collarbone. Bringing one hand to my back, he skillfully unclasped my black lace bra and pushed it down my arms until I was completely naked from the waist up. He gazed at me, taking in every inch of my bare skin while his eyes darkened. “The things I’m gonna do to you.” He rested his hand against my chest and gently pushed me so my back curved against the keyboard. When he was happy with my new position, he bent over and tugged on one of my hard nipples with his teeth while his fingers played with the other one. My eyes shut, and a moan escaped my lips when he flicked his tongue and sucked it into his mouth. My hips moved of their own accord, seeking all the friction I could get from his hard-on.
“Are you wet for me, Sienna?”
I regretted wearing jeans, and all I wished at that moment was that he would rip them off and fucked me good on the piano. With a swift movement, he grabbed my hips and stood, placing me on the floor in front of him. Jake continued to kiss me as he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down to my feet together with my underwear.
I was completely exposed while he still had all his clothes on. “Take off your clothes,” I demanded. He followed my commands, and the moment he took his pants off, my mouth dropped.
“See anything you like?” He had a smug expression, throwing my earlier words back at me.
“It’s what you can do with it that matters.”
Jake grabbed my hair with his right hand, jerking up my head to face him, and brought his lips closer to my mouth before saying, “Be careful what you wish for. I’m not sure you can take it.”
I circled my hand around his hard length, making his thick cock twitch with my sudden grip. I stroked him twice, with just enough pressure.
“Do your worst.”
Jake walked me to the small couch against the wall just outside the tiny studio.
“Sit down, Sienna.”
I looked at the leather sofa and then at Jake.
“I don’t want to ruin it.”
“I don’t like repeating myself, sweetheart. Sit down before I make you.”
Did I like being treated like a child? No. Did I enjoy the way Jake commanded me to sit and basically shut the fuck up? Hell yes.
Jake knelt in front of me. Spreading my legs wider, he took a good look at my pussy before he dove in and licked my slit. “Hmm, you taste good,” he exclaimed. “Now let me see you come on my face.” Each one of his strokes was slow and precise, switching between licking, sucking, and flicking my bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue, but when I lifted my hips, seeking more pressure, he changed the tempo. Sweat covered my body, and I could feel my wetness coating the couch. Jake’s hands dug into the side of my thighs as he continued devouring me like I was his last meal. I was close, so close, that when the pressure built in my lower stomach, I knew I was getting to the point of no return.
“Jake, I’m coming.” A scream ripped from my throat as I writhed and clamped his head with my legs. Jake didn’t stop.
“That’s it. Come for me. Let me hear your pretty screams.”
When I reached my climax, he continued licking my pussy, my walls clenching as my orgasm rolled through me again and again until I couldn’t take it anymore and pushed on his forehead. Jake allowed me only a moment to catch my breath while he grabbed a condom from his wallet and rolled it down his shaft. He lifted me and bent me over the arm of the couch. “Spread your legs wider.” He placed his cock at my entrance and pushed only the tip a few inches. “Fuck. I’m gonna come just by seeing you like this.”
Jake took my hips with both hands and buried his dick inside me. He started to fuck me with slow movements, which drove me crazy. I knew he did it just to make me beg, and he succeeded.
“Please, Jake. Harder. Faster.”
He chuckled.
“Hold on tight to the couch.” After his warning, Jake slammed into me with deep and hard thrusts.
“Oh my God,” I screamed.
While he continued to fuck me mercilessly, he placed one hand on my lower back and tugged my hair with the other one until my head tilted backward. I panted, and my body kept sliding forward with the force he used to slam into me over and over again. Jake bent over and moved his free hand around my waist until he rubbed my clit with circling strokes.
“Yes,” I groaned. “Jake, I’m close.” My body was on fire, hot lava running through my veins, and beads of sweat covered my chest, too.
“Come for me again, sweetheart.”
My second orgasm hit me as I came apart on the leather couch. Seconds later, Jake followed me over the edge, his moans filling the room.
I’d never been so grateful for being in a soundproofed basement. Over a hundred people were probably at this party, and the walk of shame would have been dreadful.
We stayed in the same position momentarily, trying to catch our breath.
“You’re something else, Sienna. Fucking hell.”
“Fucking hell, indeed.”