Fifteen Break
Sienna
I don’t know how I’ve made it a week since the tornado warning without riding him into oblivion. The flirting, the teasing, it’s all ramped up so much I can barely look at him without clenching my thighs. I keep telling myself that there are things that don’t add up here, like how he was released on parole so quickly after telling me he’d never applied and why they’d release him to me anyway when I’d never met the man, but in reality? I think I’m just starting to enjoy the chase.
Which is exactly why I decide to cook breakfast in the morning wearing nothing but a tiny little tank top and my favorite dark green panties. They hug my ass in a way none of the others seem to, and the look I get from him when he walks into the kitchen makes it worth it.
I’d yell at him for dropping one of my favorite books, but something about the desire in his eyes has me keeping it to myself so I can just see where this goes. “Fuck, you look hot.”
Smirking a little, I just shrug. “I know. Pancakes?”
“I wouldn’t call them that, more like honey buns.”
He’s staring directly at my ass, so I shift just enough to break his gaze. “My eyes are up here, big guy.”
“As beautiful as they are, I wasn’t looking at your eyes, Sienna.”
My jaw drops as a laugh bursts from my chest. If a stranger said that shit to me, I’d ruin his ability to ever get a boner again. But Si? It’s so honest that I turn back around so he can get a better look. “Oh, well in that case, my ass is down there.”
“Goddamn,” he mutters under his breath and I feel every step he takes as he closes the distance. “Swear on everything, you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.”
“That’s not the compliment you think it is,” I snort. “Your prison wasn’t co-ed.”
“No, but we had internet,” he argues, his voice deeper like it used to get when we’d talk on the phone. “If that wasn’t a compliment, then maybe this is. I’ll wait as long as you make me, baby. You’re all I see.”
And what if I’m ready now? Setting the spatula down, I step forward until I’m close enough to splay my hand across his chest. “And what do you want, Osiris? Right now, I mean.”
His head shakes slightly like he can’t figure out how to verbalize all the things he wants, then he whispers, “Just tell me I can kiss you.”
One of his broad hands curls around the side of my neck as his thumb catches the underside of my chin, stealing the breath from my lungs. Every inch of my body responds to him, to the look in his eyes. It’s desire and heat, but... also respect. He’s giving me time to say no again.
“Yes, Si. Kiss me.”
His mouth crashes to mine much harder than I expected, and before I know it I’m being lifted off the ground by my thighs just as his tongue slips into my mouth. I’m not sure I’ve ever been kissed like this, all hunger, need, and throwing finesse out the window. It’s fucking primal. My thighs clench around him as I tug his hair and lose myself in him.
He doesn’t break our kiss as he shuts the stove off and scrambles over to the couch, his moans settling into my chest while his fingers dig into my skin so hard I know he’s marking me just like he promised.
I feel how hard he is now that I’m on his lap. He’s already throbbing with need and grinding up into me like his cock might rip its way through our clothes to get to me.
This... doesn’t have to be a fantasy anymore. “Si,” I moan, grinding down. “You’re here.”
“I’m here,” he rushes out, his grip tightening almost painfully when his mouth finds my neck. “Fuck, Sienna. I’ve wanted you so fucking bad.”
His cock throbs again as his teeth sink into my skin, making me so wet I can’t see straight. “So have me. Fuck me.”
“Oh, shit,” he growls under his breath. “Shit — fuck — no.”
There’s a panic in his voice that has me trying to pull back and see him, but his arms lock around me tightly as he continues to grind up into me.
The groan he releases a second later is unmistakable — and one that tells me I’m definitely not getting fucked right now.
I’d feel some type of way about that if I didn’t think it was so cute. He’s young and he’s been locked up for years, of course he came in his pants. “It’s okay,” I whisper, pulling his attention back with a slow, steady kiss. “That was really hot.”
“Goddamnit. I thought I’d at least make it inside of you. I’m sorry.” He’s still slowly grinding into me like he’s far from done. “I don’t want to stop. I can keep going.”
His hands slide under my shirt so he can strip it from my body, and the way he looks at my breasts has me feeling a little self-conscious. He’s looking at me like I’m perfect.
“We have time,” I promise him. “Two years, apparently.”
“Is that all?” He smirks. “You’re stuck with me now, woman.”
Leaning in, he tugs my bra down to free my nipple and leans in to suck it, sending an almost undeniable wave of need through me. I may have more recent experience, but it’s been a while for me, too. “Osiris, come to bed with me.”
Nodding, he lifts me up with ease, and I don’t miss the hard muscles bulging in his t-shirt. “I want to taste you.” His mouth finds my neck again, sucking the skin the whole way back to my bedroom. I’m near desperate by the time he lays me down. My legs spread on their own as he pulls my bra completely off and lets his eyes trail down to my panties, but he only leaves me in that strung-out state for a moment.
It’s impossible not to watch the way his still-hard cock presses against the wet spot on his sweats as he strips me bare, leaving me exposed and raw.
“I’ve never... will you tell me what feels good?” He might seem vulnerable if he didn’t also look so damn feral for me. The moan he releases as a finger slips inside my dripping pussy has me clenching around it, barely registering the fact that he just confirmed he’s a virgin.
I find I don’t care — it just means he’s mine and mine alone. “Yes, I’ll tell you. Add a second finger.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he says teasingly, that second one slipping inside before I can yell at him for it. “Fuck, it’s so goddamn warm inside you.”
He presses down on his crotch, still hiding the thing I want the most. The little fucker is teasing me. “Just imagine how much better it’ll feel for both of us when it’s your cock inside me instead of your fingers.”
His eyes close tightly just at the thought, and then he pulls his fingers out of me to suck them clean. “Knew I’d like how you taste. I swear those beautiful photos didn’t even do you justice, Sienna. You’re absolutely breathtaking.”
Finally, he starts undressing and I have a chance to stare at his tattoos. They snake across his body in patterns and waves, like a roadmap I’m dying to follow with my tongue. They’re impressive for prison ink. “So are you. Exactly like I thought you’d be.”
Grinning, he shoves his pants down and lets his cock bounce free, then stands there so I can really take him in. “Better than a picture?”
Unless the man attached to it kills me, yeah. Way better.
With my bottom lip between my teeth, I flip around and crawl toward him. “Let me show you.”
I don’t miss the quick intake of breath or the way his fists tighten at his sides. “You crawling is so hot. I want to see you crawl for me every fucking day, baby.”
Maybe he really will back up what he said. “C’mere.” Slowly, I coax him to the edge of the bed and hold his gaze as I lean down to lick the tip of his cock, just teasing.
He hisses, his cock pulsing so hard it slaps my upper lip. “More.”
He ruts forward, slipping into my mouth as I open for him. I don’t know if he ever experimented in prison or not, but he’s looking down at me like I’m the only thing that exists in the world.
It’s... empowering.
Sucking him deep, I stretch my own limits and focus on the way his already-messy cock tastes.
It reminds me of what just happened, that this gorgeous man standing before me came in his pants just from the excitement of being able to fuck me. I lick every inch of him clean, reveling in the moans he releases as his hand slots into my hair and squeezes. I don’t think I’ve ever felt quite this good without being touched.
“You want me, baby? Or do you want me to stay right here?” Dipping down, I suck one of his balls into my mouth as he groans and pulls away from me.
“I want this, but I need to be inside you. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this... waited for you.”
Gripping under my arms he yanks me up and tosses me onto my back, making me realize that I definitely found what I was looking for. This man is not afraid to be rough. “More of that,” I encourage. “A lot more.”
“Yeah?” He climbs onto the bed and shoves my legs open, positioning them exactly how he wants them before dropping down to hover over me. “Remember when you promised not to hold our first time against me?”
“Yes. And I mean it. You don’t have to impress me, Si. I know we’ll get there.” The fact that this is happening at all feels like a fever dream, so what’s a quickie in the overall scheme? I think I might be too in shock to get off, anyway. “Just take what you need this time.”
Reaching down, he grips his length and shoves himself inside, a moan leaving him that sounds like he truly feels like he’s in heaven. “Sienna!” he growls like he’s mad at me, like he’s angry I’ve made him feel so good he has absolutely no control of himself, and with how hard he begins pounding into me I find I’m happy for his anger.
I don’t care if he only lasts seven seconds. This is what I’ve been missing. What I’ve been craving. “Oh god,” I gasp, gripping his biceps and wrapping my legs around him. “Just like that.”
“Yeah? Feels good?” He pulls back a little to see my face, but whatever it’s doing has him cussing under his breath again and leaning in to bite the holy hell out of my shoulder.
Nails rake down my hips before he lifts me to take him even deeper, and I recognize the signs of a man about to lose control. Instead of trying to get him to hold on, I lace my fingers in his hair and whisper, “Come inside me, baby. Breed your wife.”
“Oh fuck!”
Osiris slams inside of me with a growl, his hands pinching my skin as he thrusts into me two more times, and then pins us together. “God, that felt so good, Sienna. I need to fucking marry you.”
Chuckling, I lean up to kiss his chin. “One thing at a time, Si. Let me adjust to you being in my house first.”
He nods, his breaths heavy as he stares into my eyes. “Can I keep going? I need to see how you look when you come.”
Can he keep — what the hell kind of a question is that? “Um... yeah, yes.”
With that damn smile that drives me wild, he pulls out of me slowly and then reaches down to finger his come back inside me. “I want it to stay in there.”
There’s no fucking way he’s a virgin. The things that does to me... oh god. “Curl... curl up.”
“Up?” he repeats back, curling them with wide eyes locked on my expression. “It’s around here, huh? That spot women love?”
He finds it just before he finishes talking, making me twitch. “Yeah, right there. Not too much pressure yet. I—”
Should shut up now, because he’s got it. Slumping against the mattress, I keep my eyes locked on his gorgeous face as he takes me to the edge faster than I can do it myself.
“I can feel you clenching around my fingers.”
His thumb brushes my clit a second before he drops down to lick it, shocking my system in the best way.
Everything else disappears. “Osiris... oh god. Please don’t stop.”
It spurs him on, I can feel it in the way he begins flicking his tongue and curling those fingers like it’s his fucking job. It’s enough for me to reach the edge — spiraling, consuming, and way fucking overdue.
Why did I make him wait so long?
He pulls back a little before I wanted him to, but the afterglow continues when I see how bright his grin is. “I know I have a lot to learn, but that was better than I ever imagined it would be. And I had a very long time to imagine it, wifey.”
Hmph. I don’t know how the hell it’s possible that he’s this good with no experience, but I also know better than to look a gift horse in the mouth.
I’m pretty sure I just hit the jackpot.