Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Fabien
Twenty-one-years-old
What I find when I step inside the penthouse suite has me stopping in my tracks.
Sienna’s seated on the dining table, taking a swig from the champagne bottle.
“What do we have here? Underage drinking?” I playfully tsk.
“Bad girl.” At least it’s the expensive stuff; maybe tomorrow’s hangover will be forgiving.
Sienna giggles. “You told me to order room service, so I did.” A hiccup shakes her entire body.
“You’re tipsy.” I chuckle.
“Have I shocked the big, bad mobster?” she teases, taking another swig before slamming the bottle on the table. With a devious smile, her fingers grab the hem of her shirt, and she lifts it over her head.
My eyes drink in the outline of her nipples beneath the thin fabric of her bra. “Not even close,” I say in a bored tone as her shirt flutters to the carpet. My cock disagrees, straining at the zipper of my jeans.
With adorable determination, she unclasps her bra, and my cock bounces in excitement as she hops down. She sways a bit as she loses her skirt and panties, and I drink in her naked body, save for her black boots. Why that does it for me, fuck if I know.
“What would shock the big, bad mobster?” She says in a sultry tone I bet that she doesn’t even realize she’s using.
Sienna Jenkins has a face that would start a thousand wars. The body to fuel a thousand wet dreams. But the glint of challenge in her eyes, that might be what does it for me the most.
Her fingers graze her pussy lips, causing my legs to buckle. I play it off by sitting on the couch, draping my arms over the back. “You on your knees, crawling to me.” My voice is pure gravel. My cock stone. Best fucking idea I’ve had my entire life.
She inhales sharply, and I ignore the feeling of jizz dampening my boxer-briefs.
“How bad of a girl are you, Sienna?” I challenge.
Fire blazes in her eyes as her bare knees hit the carpet, and it’s my turn to suck in a sharp breath. Sienna’s eyes never leave mine as she moves to all fours, slowly making her way across the room.
Without even a hint of a warning, my balls draw up and… “Oh shit.” My hips buck wildly as my cock empties itself in my pants.
Sienna pauses when she’s within reaching distance, her eyes landing on the huge wet spot on my crotch, before meeting my eyes with confusion.
My chest vibrates with a mix of humor and embarrassment. “Color me shocked, baby.”
Her tongue darts out, lapping at the cum spot.
“Goddammit, Sienna.” I grip her by the hair, jerking her face up. “Don’t make me come in my pants a second time.”
She giggles, shaking out of my hold as she rises. “I like you shocked.”
“Do you now?” Past the point of embarrassment, my cock’s already gearing up for round two. My hands grips her by the hips as I guide her to straddle me.
“Yes,” she says, her eyes a bit glassy as she wraps her arms around my shoulders.
“When you sober up, are you gonna be pissed about crawling?” I ask in a bemused tone.
Her forehead bunches. “No, but only if you crawl to me.”
My head tips back with laughter. “Baby, I love you, but that ain’t happening.”
It’s like a bucket of cold water has been dumped on Sienna. Her eyes go wide, and I grip her chin. “It slipped out, but I won’t take it back.”
“This is crazy,” she whispers.
“Yeah.” It is fucking crazy.
“It feels too much.”
“Yeah.” Way too much.
“Too big.”
“Yeah.” Huge.
“Too soon.”
“Yeah.” Like the moment I saw you soon.
She sighs. “I love you too, Fabien, but don’t you dare say ‘yeah.’”
“Yeah?” I grin from ear to ear.
She rolls her eyes, but with a smile, presses her lips to mine. “Yeah.”
“Glad that’s settled. Now it’s my turn to make you come all over me.
” My hands grip her hips, moving her back and forth.
She takes over, and I drop my hands, watching her grind against my cock.
“Such a bad fucking girl.” I grab her by the ass cheeks and grind her harder, and her entire body shudders.
“Is it always like this?” Her head falls back on a moan.
“One can only hope.” I grip her by the back of her hair, jerking her face inches from mine. “You gonna come all over me, piccola volpe?”
“Yes,” she moans as I guide her hips back and forth with my free hand.
My tongue parts her lips, and I claim her mouth thoroughly. With long, hot flicks of my tongue, I get my girl good and worked up.
“Fabien,” Sienna whimpers as I release her ass check and snake a hand between us. On her next forward movement, my thumb grazes her clit. “Oh God…” She corrects herself. “Fabien.”
“Mmm. That’s right.” Sienna likes quick, back-and-forth strokes with the pads of my fingers, and that’s exactly what I give her clit. My teeth run down the delicate column of her neck as I work her faster and faster.
She digs her fingers into my shoulders as I wind her up like a clock. “Fabien, please.”
“Those two words on your tongue.” I groan. “Let’s see it, baby. Come for me.”
“Yes!” Sienna screams, her head falling limp against my shoulder as her orgasm rocks her body with brutal force.
Her chest heaves as I wrap my arms around her limp body, breathing in the smell of her sex.
“Sienna, you made a mess.” She lifts her head, looking down between us to where it’s hard to tell where my cum ends, and hers begins.
“Back on your knees,” I coax her, wondering how long the submissive Sienna will last.
Her eyes are half lidded as she crawls off me and returns to her knees on the carpet between my legs. My hand cups her cheek, and she leans into my touch. “Now be a good girl and clean up your mess.”
“My mess or yours?” Sienna challenges.
My hand shifts to around her neck, and I give it a little warning squeeze. I’d never hurt her; only enough pressure to make her feel it between those pretty thighs of hers. “Lick.”
I jerk her head down before releasing my hand, and she looks up at me with a defiant spark in her eyes as she runs her teeth along the outline of my hard cock.
It’s my turn to shudder. “Take out my cock, baby, and put it in your mouth.”
She playfully snaps at it.
I chuckle, my hands moving to the top button of my jeans. “You’re not gonna bite the cock that fucks you; isn’t that how the saying goes?”
Sienna giggles. “It is now.”
Working the button, I move to the zipper, lifting so that I can shove my pants and boxers out of the way. “Besides, I’ll risk a little teeth to have your sweet lips around me.”
Sienna wastes no time, running her tongue underneath my retracted foreskin, and fuck, that also does it for me. “Your cock is so pretty,” she murmurs, moving her tongue along the head.
I groan. “Never been called pretty before.”
“Don’t remind me that other girls have had their mouths on your cock.” She grazes the head with her teeth, and fuck, that does it for me too.
“So possessive. I love it.” My eyes roll back in my head when she swallows me, the tip hitting the back of her throat as she gags. “And that. I love that,” I sputter.
Tears well in her eyes, and I fist her hair as she begins to bob up and down.
My girl’s a fast learner; already has me coasting to the edge of another orgasm at embarrassingly fast speed. “Slow down, baby.”
She shakes her head, sucking me as she runs her tongue along the underside of my shaft. Taking me deeper, she gags loudly as I hit the back of her throat.
Over and over and over again.
“Dammit, Sienna. I’m gonna come.” I grip her hair tighter as my hips thrust wildly, and I grunt out my orgasm.
Her eyes go wide, but she takes what I give her, swallowing every last drop.
My head hits the back of the couch as I bark out a laugh. “Innamorato cotto.”
Fabien
The present
My hand moves faster and faster, my entire body screaming for release. The only thing that’s touched my cock in nearly a decade is my right hand. The only thing fueling my orgasms is memories of her.
Sienna, on her knees.
Sienna, with her pouty lips wrapped around my cock.
Sienna, so fucking beautiful.
Sienna, smiling at me with so much love it makes me ache.
Sienna, bloody and lifeless.
Rock-hard to flaccid in a split second.
With a growl, my fist connects with the cinderblock wall.
“Gonna be one of those days, huh?” Kirksey calls from the bottom bunk.
Yep, it’s gonna be one of those days.
Tucking my limp cock in my pants, I roll out of my bunk and begin my morning pushup regimen, ignoring my busted knuckles.
One. Two. Three.
Sienna’s husband is now out of the way, and I’m going to earn her forgiveness.
Four. Five. Six.
How? Fuck if I know. She’s stubborn as hell on a good day.
Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.
And I bet she hasn’t had a good day in nearly a decade, married to that piece of shit Michele.
The fact that I couldn’t be the one to kill that motherfucker makes my blood boil. A God-awful bellowing I can’t contain has me hammering out pushups.
Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen.
“Shut the fuck up,” someone in our cellblock yells. “Some of us are trying to sleep around here.”
“Is this fitness, or self-flagellation?” Kirksey muses from his bunk.
“You heard the man: shut the fuck up,” I growl, my arms and shoulders screaming at me as I pound out three hundred pushups.
“For a man who got what he wanted, you don't seem happy about it,” Kirksey muses, referring to his hitman pulling off a successful hit on Michele.
Falling back on my haunches, I wipe my sweaty brow. I’ll be happy when I’m out of this God-forsaken place, with my rightful wife by my side.
Just as soon as I figure out how to convince Sienna to marry me.