27. Ryker
27
RYKER
Y eah, this was a mistake , I think as I watch Sienna slide the condom over my cock and look at me with that defiant eagerness that only she could convey.
This was the biggest mistake of my life.
I never should have played stupid games in an attempt to get back at her.
I never should have been mad at her in the first place.
We should have been doing this right here instead.
We should have been doing this the entire time.
What the fuck was I thinking?
“Hey,” she whispers from underneath me. “Where are you right now?”
“Where I should have been all along,” I grumble, line myself up, and let my head touch hers.
Careful not to hurt her, I slowly push inside. Sienna’s eyes grow big as she takes me in. She is so fucking wet for me, I barely feel any friction at all. Just her warmth receiving me. It’s like I am a river finally finding its way into the ocean. Once I am all the way in, her legs close around me, unwilling to let go again.
“Good,” she moans, “then stay right here.”
I kiss her, and when our tongues touch, her pussy tightens around me. It’s like my kiss is sending shockwaves through her body, making it contract over and over.
I’ve been feeling as if my chest could burst any second, and still I am craving her closer, even closer than this. My arms reach around Sienna, and our missionary position becomes an embrace so tight Romeo and Juliet would be jealous of us.
“Tighter,” she moans, and digs her nails into my back.
I squish her against me.
“Deeper,” she demands and softly bites into my neck.
I move my hips out and right back in again and suddenly feel the same anger and annoyance that she felt just a minute ago. It’s like it’s contagious.
“Fuck,” I grunt, and squish her even more. Then I pound again. “How—” I try to find a straight thought. “Why?—”
“Didn’t we do this earlier?”
“YES!”
All of this feels so right, so not at all what it should feel like. We don’t even need to look for it; we naturally settle into our rhythm and move as one. It’s just how it’s supposed to be. How it will have to be from now on.
I am not a superstitious person. I do not believe in fate or destiny, but all of this feels so out of this world that I am willing to reconsider some fundamental things about myself. Most of all, I cannot believe all the time I wasted not doing this, not being with her.
We are facing each other still, head to head, eyes gazing into one another, while I drive right into her. My thrusts are slowly gaining speed, and our breathing picks up accordingly.
“I love how you’re fucking me,” Sienna gasps underneath me.
My cock pulsates inside her and I can feel myself grow closer and closer. “I’m not fucking you, Sienna,” I grunt right back.
She laughs and bites her lip while her eyes lose focus. She’s coming again. I am making her come. Her nails dig into me, giving me proof that this is just what she needs as well, what she’s been needing all along.
“Whatever you’re doing,” she pleads, “keep doing it.”
Her body begins trembling underneath me as I keep pushing into her more and more desperately. The warmth in my belly moves to my cock. Sienna’s hand moves to my butt. And in one overwhelming surge, I come right inside her. It takes ages for the sensation to ebb off, and even when it does, there’s something left here. There’s an intimacy that I didn’t know I, or any human for that matter, was capable of. I have never felt closer to anyone or anything in my entire life, and I know I would do anything to keep it like this. I wouldn’t want to be without it anymore. I can’t be.
We remain in this position and soak each other in for a while, tremors washing over our bodies once in a while. When I eventually roll off her, Sienna automatically follows and rolls onto me, half her leg covering my belly while her head rests on my chest and shoulder. Her curls tickle my cheek and maybe it’s them that cause my smile or maybe it’s the fact that I have never been more fulfilled in my entire life. It’s hard to tell, really.
“I have to say this while I am still high on sex with you, but…” I think about how to express what I need to get out, “…but if this is what making love is like, then I am not interested in fucking anymore.”
“What if I want you to fuck me though?”
“I’d say ‘No, thanks, lady!’ and a second later I’d realize that I’m full of shit and I’d rail you until you pass out.”
“I love it when you’re being all romantic.” Sienna laughs and kisses my hand that’s wrapped around her shoulder.
“Seriously though,” I stop for a second and have to think again, “this was… weird. Incredible! But weird.”
She looks up at me with furrowed brows. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, it’s just that… I have imagined what it would be like to do this with you again. A lot. And in all my fantasies, it was nothing like this.”
She nods. “I guess I know what you mean. In mine there was a lot more biting.”
“And choking, so much choking.”
“Also clawing.”
“And spanking. Not even because you deserve to be spanked —which you do, needless to say— but simply because you have the most spankable ass I’ve ever seen.”
“Ohhh, thank you.” She pulls a little puppy face and kisses my neck. “That was a compliment, right?”
I nod enthusiastically and squeeze her butt with both hands.
“It’s probably all the stairs I take. Good workout.”
I nudge her face towards mine and gently place a kiss on her forehead. We lie like this for a while and I’d hate to ruin this moment between us, but it does feel like the right time to ask. “You obviously don’t have to talk ab?—“
“It’s fine,” Sienna cuts me off. “I don’t mind talking about things with you. I want you to know me.” She pulls me tight and seeks comfort in the crook of my neck.
I wish we could lie like this forever.
“Good, because I’ve been wondering what your deal is for a while now…”
Sienna laughs, gently nibbles on my neck and then looks up at me. “Yeah?”
“In so many ways, how about we start with your elevator phobia? Did you watch the elevator scene in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory too many times and now you’re afraid of elevators going through the glass roof?”
“I’ve never actually seen that movie, but thanks for giving me one more thing to be afraid of.” She leans back to look at me. “No, actually, I am not afraid of elevators. Like, logically, I know nothing will happen to me. I know I won’t die in an elevator. It’s just… childhood trauma, I suppose.”
I try to hold her tight, let her know that it’s safe to share her feelings with me.
“So, when I was eleven, one day, the principal of my school came to our classroom and asked me to come with her. At first, I was worried I might have done something and somehow gotten into trouble. Even though that wouldn’t have made any sense since I was such an innocent, sweet little child.” Sienna chuckles at her own words. “Anyway, she said I needed to come with her, and so she led me to her car and began driving. I remember her lighting up a cigarette in the car, and another one right after. She asked me if I wanted one, which I thought was weird considering my age. When I declined, she must have realized that she hadn’t told me yet why I was there with her or where we were going. She took another turn, two long drags of her cigarette, parked the car and then turned to me. I still remember the stench in the air and her hand on my knee. Before she could say anything, I recognized the local hospital behind her. Mrs. Cloud was her name. She was nice, tried her best to remain calm. ‘It’s your father,’ she said. ‘He was stabbed and they don’t know if he’ll make it.’ Then she lit another cigarette and continued, ‘I am sorry. I don’t have any more information than that. We should go in and find your mother.’ ” Sienna takes a deep breath and slowly exhales through her nose. It’s obviously hard for her to recount this story. “Well, and so we did. She took me by the hand and led me inside the hospital, and I remember standing in front of that elevator… and imagining that my dad was… just dead. I mean, I didn’t know, but what are you supposed to think in a situation like that? So we stepped into that elevator and it just… closed in on me. The last thing I remember was not being able to breathe, just my chest unable to lift, and then I passed out. When I woke up again, I was lying in a hospital bed myself, tubes hooked up to my arm. The first thing I saw was my grandma, so I looked around and searched for my mom. And that’s when she told me that not only had my dad been stabbed, but my mom as well when she tried to intervene. They both died in the operating room.” Sienna grows quiet and rests her head against my chest.
I press a kiss onto her head and wipe a tear off her cheek. “That’s horrible. I’m sorry that happened. No one should have to live through something like this.”
No wonder she has some lasting trauma.
“Yeah, well, shit happens. That’s just how the universe works sometimes.”
I hold her tight and shower her in kisses because I don’t know what else to do. There is nothing to be done. Not even all the money in the world could heal a wound like this. I still wish I could make it better, somehow take the pain away.
“It’s been like 15 years, so I’m alright, really,” Sienna insists.
“Yeah, I suppose,” I agree and boop her nose, “except for those damn elevators.”
“Freaking deathtraps!”
“Do you know who stabbed them?”
“Some guy that my dad owed money to. A couple hundred bucks. Police caught him that same day and he was sentenced to three years in prison with possible parole after one.”
“Three years for killing two people? That seems… short.”
“That’s what I thought as well. He was rich, connected.” Sienna stops for a second and lets her eyes drop, not sure if she should continue. “You know, I had my revenge planned already,” she finally says. “I mean, I was still a kid and I don’t know if I actually could have gone through with it, but I was going to do to him what he did to my parents.” She shrugs her shoulders and places her head on my chest. “It never came that far because the guy got shanked in prison. Ironically, he owed some ramen to some other guy who apparently had a craving for ramen. I know that sounds terrible, but I don’t even feel bad about it. At all. I know a person died but…”
“I think everyone in your shoes would feel the same.”
“Still. A person died. That’s terrible, no matter what.”
“That’s it, isn’t it?” I say more than ask. “That’s why you’re like that. Why you take revenge on other people’s behalf, why you’re a volunteer vigilante in your free time.”
Sienna shrugs. “I am like that because sometimes it’s the right thing to do and because no one else seems to be doing it.”
“I get that.” I nod and think back to the pants incident. “But maybe we need to find a better system for it. You know, I fired Celia, my assistant, that day because she embezzled money, among other things.”
“Oh, did she?” Sienna responds, trying to sound surprised, but I get the feeling she isn’t actually.
“You already know.”
She lets out a barely audible sound.
“Barbara told you? What did you do to her?” I joke. “Barbara is too professional. She would never tell.”
“There might have been some wine involved, but,” Sienna puts her hand over my mouth before I can say anything, “you have to promise not to tell. She didn’t mean to divulge company secrets, and she’s the best thing that ever happened to you, so don’t fuck it up.”
I reach around her wrist and move her hand to my back, then place another kiss on her forehead and can’t hold back a smile.
Barb is great, I think. But she isn’t the best thing that ever happened to me.
We spend the rest of the night in bed together. And then the next day too. We only get out of bed to receive the pizza delivery and to have a shower, which we also do together, of course. I find out that Sienna loves massages, and subsequently that I love giving massages . She tells me about a weird kink that she recently discovered, and I spend a good amount of time reading to her. That way, I also find out even more about the little (not a) princess.
When Monday morning comes around, we’re still laying in bed, intertwined like a pair of mating snakes.
“No,” I say when Sienna slips out of my arms and sits on my lap.
“I didn’t say anything,” she answers and fixes her hair into a bun.
“We’re not going to work. We stay here, doing this.” I press my hips against hers and start fondling her exposed breasts.
“Not an option. You hired me to make you look good, not to stare at you while you look good. And you definitely didn’t hire me to sleep with you.”
“Technically, I hired you to get back at you for what you did before Phoenix’s wedding.”
“And? How is that working out so far?” She asks with a smile and slides off me.
I sit up behind her, grab her hair in one hand to hold her steady, and let my tongue glide over her neck. Sienna quivers. When I gently bite into her, she moans quietly.
“Could be worse,” I mumble, with her skin between my lips. “For both of us.”
I let go of her hair and watch as she pushes me back down onto the bed. We continue what we have been doing all weekend already, but this time it’s a lot less gentle, and a lot more like what I had imagined it to be in the first place. We fuck like ocean waves crashing against the shore, each surge more intense and passionate than the last.
With one hand around her throat, I get Sienna off by rubbing her clit while pounding into her roughly. It doesn’t take much for me to come right after. With heaving breaths, I lay on top of her when someone suddenly knocks on the door. We try to ignore it at first, but after the third increasingly insistent knock, Sienna discards of the condom, cleans up real quick, then throws the blanket on top of me, a bathrobe over herself, and opens the door.
“We waited till you two were done,” Paige explains while wagging a yellow piece of paper in her hand. She gives it to Sienna and walks into the apartment.
I pull the blanket up and watch as Guy, Earnest and Robyn walk in right after her. Guy gives me a wink, sits down on the bed next to me and slaps me on the shoulder. Earnest takes the cardboard cutout of Gordon Ramsey, whom I had put into a corner last night so he wouldn’t be staring at us, and aims those judging eyes right at me. With his arms crossed, and his own eyes also narrowed in on mine, he sits down on the bed as well. Robyn and Paige take a seat on the little sofa.
“We’re being evicted,” Paige explains.
Sienna gives the yellow poster a quick look-over, then crumbles it up and throws it out through the door with that angry expression of hers. “What the fuck? They can’t do that.”
“They really can’t!” Guy agrees.
“It’s okay, it’s okay.” It looks like her brain is already working overtime on a solution. “I should have about $4000 in my account today or tomorrow. How much do you need? I can just pay your rent. If we need more, I could probably get an advance on next week’s pay. I’m sleeping with my boss, you know.”
“We heard.” Robyn rolls her eyes.
Earnest interjects, “I thought he isn’t your boss.” Then he lays a pillow on my crotch.
I try to shush him.
“You’re right,” Sienna says and points at Earnest, “but that’s irrelevant right now. What matters is that we keep you guys from getting evicted.”
“You don’t understand.” Paige waves her hand, adjusts her glasses and pulls another yellow sheet of paper from her pocket. “Everyone is getting evicted. Not just us. They’re emptying the entire place out.”
“They can’t do that!” I exclaim.
“They really can’t!” Guy agrees again.
“Legally speaking, they need to have valid reasons to evict and they need to follow proper procedure, so you should be alright for now. I’ll find you guys a lawyer who specializes in that sort of thing and then we can take it from there.” My phone starts ringing on the bedside table. “Who is responsible, by the way? Which company owns the place?” I attempt to get the blanket out from under Earnest to grab my phone.
“Dicky Dome, CEO of Harmony Inc., cheater extraordinaire, and all around terrible human being,” Paige explains.
“Oh, yeah, I know Richard. Not a pleasant fella. Sorry, I have to take this.” I wrap the blanket around myself and try to get to the bathroom without revealing my junk to the entire room.
While Sienna and her friends continue their discussion about what to do, I pick up Barbara’s phone call. Apparently, it’s the third time she’s calling. I must have somehow missed the first two.
“They released a new post yesterday,” she explains. “The media started running with it already.”
“Of course they did. What did I do now?”
“You didn’t do anything this time. Apparently, I did.”
Fuck. It’s one thing to publish slander about me, but this is going too far.
“Alright, I’m coming in right away.” I get dressed in the same clothes I came in here on Saturday. “And, Barb, please put our best real estate attorney in contact with Sienna. She’s got a thing that I need our guys to fix. Also,” I think about it for a second, “I need you to make me an appointment with someone.”