7. CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 7
KASON
Sierra’s head swivels as her gawking takes in every corner of the elegantly styled white and gray bathroom with black fixtures and matching marble countertops. I observe Sierra as she takes it all in, and the music from invisible speakers follows us into the room. Bruno Mars sings about a woman being amazing just the way she is. Just like Sierra.
There’s a massive shower with adjustable showerheads that spray from different angles, a freestanding garden tub set in front of tinted windows, a smart toilet, and a luxury mirror with dimming integrated lighting above it that runs the length of the his and hers sinks.
She finally faces me again. “I could live in this bathroom,” she muses in wonder.
If any other woman mentioned living in any room of my house, I would freak out, but for whatever reason, Sierra’s words don’t concern me. I’m still processing this hold she has on me .
Walking over to the counter, I set her naked ass on it and although my dick doesn’t want to leave her tight walls, I gently pull out. She winces slightly, and it’s the first time she has given any indication that she’s uncomfortable.
I cup her head in my hands, and it has her eyes locking onto my own. I took her harder than I intended, but with the sting of her nails down my back, heels on my ass cheeks, and her teeth in my shoulder, I lost control.
“How sore are you?”
Her forehead crinkles, and she shifts that delectable ass along my counter as she wiggles her lower half. I watch her face closely, but besides her eyes squinting a little, she shows no dissatisfaction. “Not too bad.”
I promised her several orgasms, but I’ll have to adjust my plans slightly and give her a little break. She’ll still get more, but not with my cock for a couple of hours. My dick’s not happy about it, but he’ll get his later.
I give her a quick peck on the lips and step away. Pulling my condom off, I throw it in the trash and then turn the shower on. After a few seconds, the temperature is as I like it. When I turn around, I catch Sierra staring at my ass and my still erect shaft.
“Eyes up here,” I say, and her gaze meets my face instantly.
Lifting a brow, she smirks. “Can’t blame a girl for watching the tightest ass she has ever seen.” She shrugs which causes her ample in size tits to move and my eyes to lower. They’re the most perfect breasts I’ve ever seen.
One day I’m going to fuck them. I make a mental note to put it on my Sierra itinerary of ways I plan to take her.
“Eyes up here,” she jokes in a teasing voice, and it brings my attention back up to her stunning face. She twitches her nose at me. How could someone so sexy be so fucking cute at the same time?
Striding over to her, my arms wrap around her back, and when I squeeze her to me, she hooks her ankles behind me before I lift her and take her into the shower. She jumps a bit when the water hits her back but then squeezes me tighter. I realize I love carrying her in my arms. She’s as light as a feather, and I love the feel of her breasts squished up against my chest, so instead of placing her on her feet, I stand there holding her, letting the water rain down on us while we stay silent. I have no idea what comes over me when it pertains to this woman, but I want to keep her in the safety of my arms, and she’s not loosening her hold on me either.
With a sigh, I place my hands on her waist and pull her away from me. Her beautiful eyes stare up at me, and I swear she sees right into my soul, so much so that I back away from her and grab a bath sponge and my soap to clean us up. She’ll smell like me, and I regret that she will lose that sweet jasmine smell of hers, but I intend to take care of her anyway.
Starting at my shoulders, I begin to remorsefully wash her scent off of me while she watches me. When I reach my other shoulder, I feel a tenderness and look down. There’s a slight indentation from her teeth. I hadn’t realized how hard she’d bitten me. It will most likely bruise. I face her once more, and she smiles and mouths the word ‘sorry.’ Somehow, I don’t feel the little vixen is sorry at all judging by the sparkle in her eyes.
“Don’t be,” I answer her unspoken word.
I finish cleaning myself as she continues to stand there watching me. When I clean my dick and scrotum her gaze turns intense so I give my thick shaft a couple of deep pulls for her entertainment and her breathing picks up as a flush covers her skin. Even with the mascara she wore starting to escape her eyes and darken them beneath, she’s still so beautiful.
Finishing up with myself, I start on her next. Slowly, I caress the sponge over her body, paying special attention to her breasts. I lower in front of her and suck and pinch her nipples until she starts to whimper. I clean down her torso with my lips trailing kisses behind. Once I get the scrub between her thighs, I make sure to pay special attention to her nub that has hardened with my touch and her panting picks up.
Not able to hold off any longer and salivating for another taste of her, I quickly wash each of her legs and throw the sponge over my shoulder. I lift her thigh over it, then my mouth is on her pussy. Knowing she may still be a little sore, my focus is on her clit alone. I suck, lick, and nibble on it while she writhes on my face, and within minutes her thigh is quivering and she releases moaning my name.
“Oh my god, Kason.”
I drink her up, and when she finally relaxes, I remove her leg and stand. Her eyes are glassy, and she gives me a small smile. I’m hard as a rock, but I promised her orgasms, and the next time I come, it will be inside her.
“You’re done. Grab a towel from the warmer.” Placing my hands on her shoulders, I turn her and direct her toward the shower door. Not being able to help myself, I give her ass a smack, and she gasps and throws me a sultry look over her shoulder then gingerly walks out and grabs a towel. I follow while watching her swaying ass.
After drying off, she wraps the towel around her body, then another around her head and walks into the bedroom. I throw my towel in the hamper and stride out naked.
Turning toward me once she reaches the bed, she asks, “Can you please grab my clothing from downstairs so I can go home?” I stand taller in shock, not expecting that.
What the hell! She’s going nowhere.
“You’re not going home.”
She places a fist on her hip and cocks it. “Really?”
I thought maybe if I had her again our connection might have been something I’d imagined, but no, it’s there and stronger than I thought. If anything, I want her more now. I have to think quickly before she marches that sweet ass downstairs and gets her clothes herself.
“I promised you orgasms, and I plan to deliver. You’ve had three so far but you’re not leaving until at least five.”
Her face softens then she smirks. “Well, I do like orgasms.” She places one arm on top of the other then puts her finger on her chin and taps it as if she is thinking about it. She can play all she wants because we both know I’m going to win, and she’ll be in my bed all night long.
Lowering her arms, she shrugs. “Okay, who am I to say no to that sweet offer?” She removes the towel from her head and runs her fingers through her hair. Then she unknots the towel at her chest and it flows down to the floor as she bares her perfect body to me once more.
Climbing into my bed, she snuggles underneath the blankets and as if she’s pulling me by an invisible tether, I climb into bed after her. I have no plans to take her just now, wanting to give her a little more time, so instead, I lay flat on my bed and pull her towards me. She lays her head on my chest and brings her leg over my upper thighs.
Leaning my head down, I kiss the top of her wet head. “Sleep now, you’re going to need your rest.”
She giggles and I smile, loving the sound of it. “Okay,” is all she murmurs as she snuggles even closer into me, and within no time at all, we both fall asleep.
Opening my eyes, the first thing I notice is the sunshine peeking through a small opening in the curtains of my bedroom. Next is the weight of a head on my chest and my first reaction is to stiffen. I’ve never allowed any woman in this bed. The last woman I woke up to was Meegan at the penthouse, and I bought a new bed after that. Quickly though, the memories of last night filter through my sleep-laden mind, and I settle. It’s Sierra. Sierra is in my bed.
A grin spreads on my face and I look down at her dark hair below my chin. Instead of smelling her sweet jasmine scent though, I smell me on her and although I love her unique smell, the thought that she smells like me excites me .
My stomach emits a low growl and although I’m hungry for food, I’d much rather be eating her for breakfast, but as tempting as the thought is, I dismiss it. She has to be exhausted. After we fell asleep last night, I woke her in the middle of the night with my fingers, then my mouth, and after that my cock. Once I got my dick inside her warm cunt her moans and whimpers amped me up so much that I came hard. I promised her orgasms and she got three before I shot my load in the condom.
I planned at least five for my evening with her, and she ended up with six. I’m a goal-oriented man, and I surpassed that. After the second round, she fell right to sleep and I followed. Just like in the hotel, I thought it might be uncomfortable sleeping next to a woman again, but I found myself wanting her there.
Now I’ve just got to find a way to keep her here. That thought should freak me out, but with her, it doesn’t.
Checking the time on my bedside clock, I’m stunned to see it’s already ten-thirty in the morning. I can’t remember the last time I slept in this late as I tend to be an early riser.
Slowly, I sneak out of her hold. She stirs for a moment, and I fear she may wake up, but she cuddles the pillow closer to her and with a soft hum, falls back into dreamland. I stare at her because it’s hard to turn away from someone so beautiful. Reluctantly, I make my way to the bathroom. I take a piss and when I turn toward the mirror, my eyes land on the slight bruise on my shoulder. Unlike the awful hickey Meegan left me with, this sight doesn’t disgust me.
I get into the shower and it’s one of the quickest of my life because the thought of her leaving while I’m in here worries me. Drying off and putting the towel around my waist, I enter the bedroom again to find that she’s still sleeping in the same position I left her in. Quietly, I sneak into my closet, put a pair of athletic shorts on, and leave the room with her still out like a light .
When I reach the bottom of the stairs, the first thing I notice is the clothing sitting in front of my door and a plan quickly formulates in my mind to stop her from running off.
She can’t leave if she doesn’t have any clothes to wear.
I pick them up and head into the laundry room. Her dress is white so I can’t put it in with my dark clothes. I place my clothes on top of the dryer and throw her dress in the washer. Setting the temperature to hot, as it is a white garment, I start it.
I make my way to the kitchen and start the coffee machine before looking into the fridge. I decide on bacon and cheese omelets for breakfast and wonder for a moment if she may not like eggs, cheese, or bacon. If she doesn’t, well then hopefully she will appreciate the gesture.
Plating the omelets when they’re finished, I set them on the island with a hot cup of coffee. Taking a stool, I stare at it in front of me and wait.
And I wait.
And I wait some more. I begin to worry she may never get up.
I’m about to check on her when I hear the tapping of her soft footsteps coming down the stairs. I sit patiently waiting for her to find me and appear in the kitchen. When she does, the image almost knocks me off the stool with the sight.
Her feet are bare and she’s wearing one of my team’s T-shirts and a beautiful smile. Even with ruffled hair, she’s stunning. The only way she could be sexier is if she were wearing my jersey with my name and number on it. Another thought I shock myself with.
Walking into the kitchen, she sidles up to me and gives me a peck on the lips.
“Morning, handsome.” Even her morning voice which is a little groggy gives me a semi.
“Morning. You’re looking awfully tempting standing here in my shirt. I may need to have my wicked way with you right here on this counter. ”
“Down boy. Give a girl a chance to recuperate.” She slaps my shoulder on a giggle until her eyes land on the bruise on my shoulder. Her eyes widen before she places her index finger on it and gently traces it, sending goosebumps up my arm.
“Does it hurt?” she asks quietly.
“Nah, I’ve had worse bruises from football. This is nothing.” Before I can filter my next words, I add, “Besides, I kind of like your mark on me.” Her eyebrows rise in response at my statement, and once again I surprise myself.
What is it about this girl?
She peers over at the food I made for us and a smile brightens her face. “You made me breakfast?” She plops her sweet ass beside me and crosses one leg over the other. It’s then that I notice she’s wearing my boxers as well.
“I did. Although it’s cold by now. I didn’t expect you to sleep in so late.”
“Late? What time is it?”
Lifting my arm to glance at my watch I reply, “Just after noon.”
Her eyes grow wide again. “Noon,” she screeches.
“Yes. I was about to go upstairs and check on you before you came down.”
“I never sleep this late.” A thought seems to pass behind her eyes. Picking up her fork, she points it at me and says, “Your fault. You wore me out last night.”
I chuckle. Guilty as charged. “I don’t feel bad about it.”
Giggling, she says, “As well as you shouldn’t. In fact, I should be thanking you for the multiple orgasms.”
“Six.”
Her eyes crinkle in confusion. “Six what?”
“Six orgasms.” I shrug. “I counted.”
She rolls her eyes and shakes her head, but a grin crosses her face and she doesn’t dispute it knowing damn well I delivered on my promise and more. After, she eats her cold omelet without complaint and I dig in as well.
“What are your plans for today? ”
“I don’t have anything special going on,” she replies between bites. “You know, even cold this omelet is really good. I’m impressed.”
I nod in thanks. “I’m not a chef, but I can make a few meals.” I pause. “How about we spend the day together? I have Netflix. We could watch a movie or do something else.”
She ponders my invitation for a few moments. I think she’s planning to escape again but instead, she accepts. “Lazy Sunday watching movies it is.” I release the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.
Taking her last bite, she stands and walks out of the kitchen toward the front of the house and I follow. She stops at the front door and picks up her purse that she dropped when we came into the house before pulling out her phone. Sending out a text, she puts the phone back in the little bag and removes a hair tie, putting it around her wrist then sets her purse on my end table before turning back to me.
“Mind if I use that massive shower of yours?”
I like the idea of her naked in my shower again and when I find myself smiling as I recall our shower together last night, my cock jerks. “Have at it. I like you in my shower.”
“I know what you’re thinking but I need a little time to recuperate. You’ve worn me out.”
Although I would have loved to join her, I give her space and she leaves me to clean up.
I’m surprised she didn’t ask about her dress and realize it’s still in the washer. Now that I know she’s staying, I decide to dry her dress. Heading into the washroom, I quickly throw it in the dryer and climb the stairs back up to my room. I hear the shower running but I don’t go inside. Instead, I find another team T-shirt and a pair of compression pants. They’re the tightest articles of clothing I have and I lay them out on the bed for her before going back down to the living room to have a seat on my sofa .
After what feels like forever, she finally joins me again. Her wavy hair is now back in a high ponytail, and she’s dressed in the clothing I laid out for her.
She has a seat next to me before shifting her gaze to the doorway. “Where’s my dress?”
“I washed it for you earlier and it’s now in the dryer.”
Her face instantly goes pale, befuddling me.
“You washed it and put it in the dryer?” she repeats like it’s the craziest thing she’s ever heard. Does she think I don’t know how to do laundry?
“Of course. I washed it in hot water because it’s white and threw it in the dryer.” I’m slightly offended that she thinks I don't know how to wash clothes.
“You washed it in hot water?” she squeals at me as her face grows even paler.
“Umm, yes,” I answer, my words slow with confusion at her outburst.
“No, no, no, no, no.” Her voice has panic in it, and she covers her face with her hands while shaking her head back and forth.
I stay quiet, having no idea what has her so worried. It’s just laundry for Christ’s sake.
Minutes later, she removes her hands, places them on her lap, and takes several fortifying breaths while I watch her. When she stands, she asks “Where’s your washroom?”
I stand and walk toward the laundry room. I hear her footsteps behind me, and once inside, I open the dryer to pull out the dress. She grabs it from my hands and stretches out her arms, fluffing it through the air. When her arms fall still, my eyes take it in. It appears matted and much shorter than I remember it being.
“This was a five-hundred-dollar cashmere dress. You never wash cashmere in a washer let alone in hot water much less put it in the dryer. The material ruins and shrinks,” she explains with a pout as her eyes sadly take in the damaged dress.
I know fuck all about this shit, but I feel terrible about what I’ve done knowing I didn’t have the best intentions doing it in the first place. “I’m sorry. I had no idea that it couldn’t be washed.”
She sighs and her shoulders slump as her arms lower, the damaged dress still in her hand. “It’s okay. You didn’t realize. I appreciate the gesture, and it was kind of you to care enough to wash it for me.”
I don’t comment at first because if I did, I would have to admit that it really wasn’t a kind gesture at all. In reality, I was holding her and her dress hostage so she would stay longer. Instead, I offer, “I’ll buy you a new dress.”
“You don’t need to do that. It was an accident.” Although she’s being gracious about it, I will get her a new dress one way or another. Glancing over at the garbage can, she lifts her arm and throws the dress away. Then she turns on her heel and leaves the room.
I follow and when she takes a seat on the sofa, I take a seat next to her. I pick up her hand in mine and kiss the back of it. “I really am sorry.”
She gifts me a sad smile. “It’s okay. How about we watch that movie now?” I release her hand and pick up the remote, aim it at the seventy-two-inch television hanging on the wall, and turn it on.
“What would you like to watch?”
“You pick.”
I choose a Netflix series and Sierra rests her back against the armrest and places her cute feet with her toenails painted red on my lap. Wanting to touch her, I reach down and start to rub them. I never cared to rub a woman’s feet before, never did for Meegan, but I don’t mind pampering her a little after I damaged her dress.
She lets out a little moan, leans her head back, and closes her eyes. The sight has my dick starting to harden as I try to will it down by thinking about after-practice ice baths. Although I would like to take her again and be balls deep in the heaven between her thighs, I’ll wait until she’s ready.
A couple of episodes in, Sierra is now cuddled up in my arms with her leg resting over my thighs, and her head resting on my chest. Her ruined dress is long since forgotten. I’ve enjoyed our time together even without having sex. We’ve both gotten into the show and make predictions on what we think will happen. The conversation is so damn easy with her. Although we’ve been on the same page for most of our predictions there was a scene where we differed which had me challenging her to a bet. I won and now she’ll have to come to one of my games wearing my jersey, and I can’t wait to see it.
She’s been rubbing my stomach muscles, and it’s making me lose focus on the show. I can’t control it when my erection starts to tent my shorts. Slowly, her hand glides lower and lower until her fingers sneak below my waistband. Her fingertips brush against the head of my dick, and it jumps at her welcomed touch. Moving her hand lower, her fingers wrap around my girth, gripping it. Although slow at first, she starts to slide her hand up and down faster as her fist tightens making my toes curl. Her hips start to rock her core against the side of my muscled thigh getting the friction she needs for herself.
I slide my hand up her shirt to find her hardened nipple and rub it before giving it a pinch. When her mouth opens with a moan, I crash my mouth to hers and shove my tongue between her soft lips. My tongue fucks her mouth like I wish my dick was fucking her pussy. I need her so bad right now.
Shifting our bodies, Sierra releases my cock, and I move her on top so her core straddles my shaft. She rubs herself on my bulge and dry humping has never felt so good.
Just as I’m ready to tear off her pants, a voice I recognize stops my movements.
“Oh, dear Lord in heavens,” Louise, my housekeeper gasps, and it’s like a bucket of cold water has been dumped on me .
I was so lost in my desire for Sierra, I never heard her come in. Sierra’s head whips to the side to see who has entered my home then turns her face back to me. Her eyes grow wide in panic and her mouth drops open before throwing her torso down onto my chest so that she’s hidden behind the back of the sofa.
“I’ll, um, be in the kitchen,” Louise announces quickly before I hear her hurried footsteps heading in that direction. I had forgotten she was coming to help me sort out the boxes, too lost in Sierra. I know she must be mortified by what she saw. Outside of Meegan, she hasn’t seen me with any woman, especially in my own home, and even when I was with Meegan, she never saw us like this. We’ve probably given her a heart attack.
“Please tell me we were not just caught making out like teenagers in front of your mother.” Sierra’s warm breath hits my neck with her question. It sends tingles through my body, and I almost say, ‘screw it’ and continue with where we left off, but I don’t think she will be of the same mindset. I feel her head move and her gaze peeks over my head. Seeing the coast is clear, she lifts her torso off my body.
“That’s my housekeeper, Louise. So no, my mother didn’t catch us.” I chuckle at the horror on her face. Unfortunately, that causes my now semi-erection to rub against her, and she jumps off me.
“I can’t face her. I should be leaving anyway. I have a couple of chores I have to complete before work tomorrow,” she mumbles.
A part of me still wants to keep her here, but now that I feel certain we will see each other again, I decide to release my hostage. I stand from the couch while she grabs those sexy fuck me heels of hers and pulls them on. I run upstairs to put on a shirt and my slides. Then I head into the kitchen just as Louise shuts the refrigerator door. She gives me an all-knowing smirk.
“I’m taking it you forgot I would be stopping by. If you’re planning to start entertaining the ladies in your house, you’ll have to warn me. It’s unexpected walking in on you like that.” She shudders, and I laugh .
I also don’t hesitate to correct her. “Not ladies. Just one lady.”
She’s clearly startled at my announcement but then she grins happily. This woman has been with me since I was a teenager and knows me well.
“I’m going to take Sierra home, and I’ll be right back.” Louise acknowledges me with a nod and goes back to what she’s doing.
Turning, I hurry back into the living room. Sierra’s face still shows her mortification, and my clothes that once looked comfy on her now look silly matched with her heels. I stride toward her, take her hand, and lead her to the back door, avoiding Louise. Once outside, we walk through my yard to the garage, and I open my passenger door for her to slide into the front seat of my Mercedes. Once she’s inside, I get in on the driver’s side behind the wheel.
I tap the garage door opener and pull out. “What’s your address?”
She gives it to me before I plug it into the car’s navigation system. I’m surprised it’s not too far away—fifteen minutes. For weeks I’ve thought about this woman and she was only a short drive away.
The drive there is quiet until she directs me to an underground garage. I find a place to park, get out, and open her door once more, holding my hand out for her. She takes it and then leads us to an elevator where we get in and head up to her apartment. Once the doors slide open, I follow her out. Her apartment is in a safe part of town, and for a moment, I wonder how she can afford such a nice place to live in the city. I know she works for a nonprofit, but they must pay her a decent salary.
She unlocks her door and opens it before turning to me. As much as I would like to go in, I don’t.
“I’d like to stay, but Louise is waiting for me to help with the unpacking.”
She rises on her tiptoes to lay a soft kiss on my lips. I want to deepen it, but I know if I do, I won’t be going anywhere.
“I’ll text you tomorrow.” I pick up her hand and kiss it before letting it go .
With one last scan of her face to hold me over, I turn and leave knowing full well I’ll be seeing her soon.