Rage burns through my chest.
Why the fuck does Grayson have his hands on her? I can almost guarantee he’s picturing her bent over the desk. That man gets every woman he flashes his playboy smile at.
Sienna appears to be oblivious, which calms me slightly. She made no genuine effort to shake him off, though.
I shouldn’t be bothered. We agreed to one night.
The fact that she cut it short with her little “Cinderella leaves the ball” episode didn’t really allow us to truly get each other out of our systems.
One night wasn’t enough. I’m starting to think there aren’t enough nights left in this lifetime for me to get my fill of her.
Leaving the shower to discover an empty penthouse left a gaping hole in my ribs. Not just my ego hurt, but my heart felt empty. Life immediately reverted to a cloud of darkness. Sienna seems to bring light into my world with her infectious laugh and sexy attitude.
Seeing her with Grayson confirmed my fears. She is well and truly under my skin, and I don’t want her to claw her way back out anytime soon. I want to keep her, to own and worship her in every way possible.She doesn’t realize once I want something I don’t stop until it’s mine. And now, that something is her and I’m not letting her out of my sight. She doesn’t know what’s coming.
She looks uncomfortable, tapping her wrists with her index finger as she watches the kids pair up and begin sparring.
Grayson gets the kids to start warming up, now that he’s fully distracted, I wrap my arm around Sienna’s shoulders, usher us into the office and slam the door.
She’s barely says a word to me or even looks at me and fuck, it hurts. She’s pressed back against the locker room door, still tapping away at her wrist, chewing her bottom lip as she eyes up the room.
I close the distance between us, and my wrapped hands connect with the door on each side of her head, making it shake. She sucks in a breath as her piercing eyes meet mine. Desire flashes through them. Heat is radiating off her as I watch the crimson flush spread up her chest. It’s taking every ounce of self-restraint I have not to devour her mouth.
No matter how hard I try, I can’t let this woman go. It’s a selfish dick move, bringing her into my world.
My lips press against her ear as I run my fingers across her collarbone. The instant my fingers connect to her ivory skin, electricity shoots through my fingertips straight to my dick.
“You left without giving me a kiss goodbye, Princess. I’m very hurt,” I say, raising my eyebrow at her.
She lets out a whoosh of air. “I thought we agreed to one night Keller. You didn’t sign up for a breakfast date too. I thought it would be best to rip the band-aid off and leave. I couldn’t stand the thought of a goodbye.”
I’m actually surprised to hear this much sadness in her voice.
“Then don’t say goodbye.”
“This between us is all-consuming. I’m not ready for a relationship. Hell, I’m pretty sure at this point my love life is cursed. But I can’t deny my body how much it craves you, Keller.”
She whispers this, sending chills down my spine.
“One night was never going to be enough for us. I can’t stay away; I don’t want to stay away. I want you in every possible way. I can’t even fucking explain it. I can’t offer you the fairytale happily ever after. That’s never been on the cards for me. I can offer you earth-shattering orgasms. Let me claim that pussy as mine, Sienna.”
The words are out of my mouth before I contemplate what I’m saying.
Desire sparkles in her eyes. Her tongue licks her burgundy glossed lower lip.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Make me yours.”
I don’t hesitate before slamming my lips onto hers like a man possessed. I give this kiss everything that I have. When I pick her up by the ass, she wraps her slender legs around my middle, her fingers clawing at my back. I can feel her nails piercing my skin and that just spurs me on with my assault of her mouth. Spinning her around, I swipe the contents of the desk to the floor, the clattering of all Grayson’s shit vibrating through the room. Not that I can focus on that, as my blood is hammering in my ears. I drop her ass on the desk. She looks as desperate for me as I am for her.
I can’t wait any longer. She’s wearing too many clothes. She gives me a knowing smile as she raises her arms up straight, inviting me to peel her sweater off, revealing her toned porcelain stomach. Her breasts are cupped in a black sports bra. Hurling the sweater on the floor, I dip my head straight between her perfect tits. They fit just right in my hands to squeeze as if made just for me.
Sienna lets out a low breathy moan, aware just a few feet away is a bunch of kids no doubt punching each other by now. I muffle her mouth with my hand.
“Baby, not a sound. If you so much as make a peep, this stops. Do you understand?” I demand.
Her eyes wide, she gives me an excitable nod. Fuck, she is perfect.
“Good Girl” I growl.
I know that gets to her. She sucks in a breath under my palm. The naughty Goddess has a praise kink I just can’t wait to exploit. Sliding my hand down her torso, I inch under her lace thongs, sliding my middle finger along her drenched slit.
“You are absolutely soaking Gorgeous. Is this all for me to feast on?”
She gives me a slow nod, desire glistening in her eyes.
My hands slowly trail back up her stomach. Her pants snap back onto her skin as I bring my finger up to my mouth. I need a taste of her sweet nectar.
She watches intently as I do, her juices swirling on my tongue. It’s not enough. I need to bury my face between her legs. Pushing her head back so she’s spread out over the desk, her legs still wrapped around either side of mine, I yank off her pants in one motion.
She gasps as I do.
“Not a peep, Princess. Remember the rules,” I command between peppering kisses over her stomach.
Gripping her lace thong between my teeth, I inhale her sweet scent. Fuck, I am obsessed. Sienna is watching, her top half propped up on her elbows, hunger etched all over her face.
I slide her thongs down her slender legs between my teeth, and slip them off her feet and straight into the pocket of my shorts. She cocks an eyebrow and opens her mouth to speak, quickly snapping it shut remembering my rules. Then I lick all the way up the inside of her leg. I make my way to her center, swiping my tongue from her entrance all the way up to her clit, taking the small bud in my mouth and sucking. Her legs shake while resting on my shoulders.
She is delicious.
A forceful knock at the door tears my attention from her. Without thinking, I jump on top of her. Fuck if anyone else is seeing just an inch of her flesh.
“Fucking hell,” I growl.
Anger boiling inside of me, my rock hard cock now rests against her pussy, invading every thought. Sienna’s body is as stiff as a board underneath me.
Grayson waltzes in. I guess this serves me right for always invading his privacy. His eyes immediately go wide as he realizes what, or better, who, I’m hiding under my body, and the contents of his desk are scattered all over the floor.
“Godammit, are you fucking kidding me, Keller?!” he yells. “Get the fuck out of my office and clean yourselves up. I need you out there. I’m sure you can wait a few hours to get your dick sucked.”
His face flashes with anger as his fists clench by his sides. Then he turns away and slams the door shut behind him.
I know better than to poke the bear right now.
Resting my nose on her forehead, I take in the coconut scent of her hair wafting up my nostrils.
“Fuck, I’m sorry Princess. I shouldn’t have done that here. I just can’t fucking help myself when I’m around you,” I whisper, hoping she understands.
Her small hands cover her face, hiding the horror no doubt etched beneath them. I lift off her, giving her some space. She launches off the desk and darts around the room, picking up her items of clothing tossed around the floor. Every time she bends over, her perfect ass is on display for me and my cock threatens to explode. I watch as she throws her sweater over her head, then bends from her hips to pull her leggings on, stepping into one of the legs. Stalking over, I settle behind her, grab both her hips, and rub her ass against my rock-hard dick.
“Keller, we can’t. You need to get out there and train those kids. They are so excited to see you. I can’t get in the way of their happiness today.”
An annoyed groan leaves my lips as I ruffle my hands through my hair, trying anything to get some composure. Any time she’s around, I seem to lose it.
She straightens, pulling up her leggings, covering her perfect, round ass. Then, turning to face me, she brings her hand to my cheek. Intimate moments like these usually turn me off instantly. When she does it, the opposite happens. It’s like she knows how to tame me without even trying; hell, without even truly knowing the depth of the monster whose cheek she’s caressing.
Her face softens as she raises up on her tiptoes and gives me a quick peck on the lips.
“I’ll still be here after everyone’s gone home. We can finish this then, Champ,” she says with a wink. Then she turns on her heel and walks out with a spring in her step, leaving me open-mouthed gaping at her.
Fuck, I may not know what love is or how to love, but if I did, I’m certain she could be the one to show me.
Three hours. For three fucking hours, this training session went on. Three hours of holding back the blood rush to my cock every time Sienna throws a punch at my face. My girl knows how to throw a punch, that’s for sure, and she enjoys every second of laying into me. Then there’s every time her face lights up when one of the kids smashes a combination. The way her whole body lights up around these kids shows she has a passion and a love for them. This truly is her calling.
One kid in particular clearly has self-confidence issues. He spent the session second guessing every combination he copies from us. Sienna just knows instinctively what he needs and how to help him cope. So I make sure I give him extra attention, showing him one to one how to nail each combination, even if I have to spend the whole time boxing from my knees so he can reach the pads.
I know from our encounters underneath all of this compassion she is a complete firecracker who takes no prisoners. Hell, I watched her knee her ex in the balls. Any other woman I know would have been a complete wreck. Not her. She is a fighter, wrapped in a petite, lovable frame. I guess it’s similar to me, even down to the shitty childhoods. Maybe that’s why I’m so drawn to her.
The kids are now sparing with each other, possibly a disastrous idea, but Sienna trusts them, so we trust them too. I mean, I’m weeks away from being a world champion. Surely I can deal with a few boisterous kids, right?
I’ve been in many of their shoes, from what Grayson told me, these kids have shitty upbringings. Which gives me a brilliant idea. As all the kids are packing up to leave, I beeline over to Paula and Sienna, who are chatting away. Interrupting them with a cough.
“Hi Keller,” Paula says, resting her hand on my forearm.
Resisting the urge to flinch, I give a tight grin, raising my eyebrows to Sienna as she holds back a laugh behind her water bottle.
Oh, you won’t be laughing in a minute Princess.
“So, I was thinking,” I say, giving myself some distance from Paula. Sienna is still amused, watching on. “I run a two week evening session with my foundation–Street Champs. It’s set up to get kids away from fighting on the streets and channeled into learning to box. I think we could tie in with your organization and take on any of your kids who might be interested in joining. Obviously, there is absolutely no cost and the kids can continue for however long. I’m happy for them to use this gym like a second home if they want. Anything we can do to help, just let us know. Grayson will sort out all the details if it’s something you would be interested in.”
Paula shrieks with excitement, enough to pierce my eardrums and I wince at the noise. The next minute she’s wrapped her arms around my torso. I stand there like a statue, looking down at her gray bun, then over to Sienna, my eyes willing her to remove this woman. I let out a low cough to get Paula’s attention. I only want one woman glued to me and she’s standing there smirking, offering no help whatsoever.
Jumping away from me, Paula brushes her top. “Oh sorry, I got a bit excited there. Yes! Of course! That all sounds fantastic. Sienna, are you ok to liaise with Grayson to organize the finer details for me, please?”
“No, it’s okay Paula. Sienna can deal with me directly. It’s my charity, after all. I can make time for her, always.” I cut her off abruptly.
“Oh right, okay. Thank you.” She shoots Sienna a look, but she only continues to stare at us open-mouthed like Paula and I have two heads. The older woman scuttles off, shouting at the kids to hurry up.
I stalk my way over to Sienna, who is frozen on the spot, staring at me.
“Keller, I-I can’t thank you enough for offering to help. We’ve been really struggling recently with ironing out a regular schedule for them. This will be an absolute game changer for some of these kids,” she gushes.
“It’s fine,” I quip lowering my head to her neck. “Don’t go anywhere. We need to talk,” I whisper in her ear. I hear her breath hitch as I speak.
Twenty minutes later, the gym is finally empty. Grayson left without even speaking to me. He’s pissed, so I’ll leave him to it. Luca left during the time I was AWOL in the office with Sienna. So, finally, it’s just us.
It’s late, the only light coming from the warm hanging industrial lighting. There is nothing better than an empty gym to let loose in. No distractions, no noise, just me and the punch bag. Now that will have a whole new meaning.
Sienna lies on the mat, scrolling through her phone. She’s been nudging the punchbag above her head in a slow rhythm, letting it sway back and forth above her like a pendulum. She always seems so on edge. It’s nice to see her relaxed for once. I stay hidden in the shadows behind the ring, watching her. Beauty radiates off her, the sweat lightly coating her skin from the training today. Making my way to her, our eyes connect, but she makes no attempt to move. The punchbag still swings above her head.
“On your knees,” I command, already rock hard from just the sight of her; the release on the edge all afternoon. If I last more than five minutes, it will be a miracle. She doesn’t hesitate now as she bashes the punching bag out of her face, and sits up on her knees. Rolling her tongue over her lip, the punch bag swings through the air behind her.
Fuck, make that three minutes.
Her glistening lips look ready to fuck, still painted with a burgundy gloss that I want smothered around my cock. I rip off my shorts and grab my throbbing dick, rubbing up and down.
“Take off the sweater Baby. I want the full view while I’m fucking your mouth.”
She quickly tosses the sweater over her head and follows with the sports bra, leaving her perky tits bouncing, her rosy nipples already erect. I stay where I am, my hands now on my hips, and my erect cock dripping with pre-cum.
“On all fours, crawl to me.”
“Really?” she rolls her eyes. She actually rolls her fucking eyes at me.
Pinning her with my stare, I give her the answer. I’m deadly serious. As if realizing what we’re doing, still on her knees, she leans on her left hip and pulls her leggings down over her ass, spreading her legs as she does, giving me the full view of her perfect pussy, glistening from her arousal. Swooping her legs back around, now completely naked, she makes a slow crawl toward me, while licking her lips. My dirty goddess. She sits back on her knees as she reaches me, her eyes not leaving my dick.
“Good girl,” I rasp as I stroke her face, her tongue licking my thumb as it rolls her bottom lip. “Suck.”
Her eyes twinkle with desire. We exchange no words as she opens her mouth and closes it over the tip, sucking and rolling her tongue over. Jesus Christ it feels like heaven.
She continues to go deeper and deeper all the way down to the base, her eyes watering but she carries on, her dainty fingers cupping and stroking my balls as she picks up the pace. Every nerve in my body is on the edge, the veins in my neck almost popping from the pressure.
“Fuck, Sienna, you are magnificent,” I huff barely holding in a groan.
I don’t want to come in her mouth. If I’m doing that, it’s going to be in her perfectly tight little pussy. I wrap her ponytail around my hand and yank her off.
“Keller, I need you inside me.” she desperately pleads.
I don’t waste any time spying the punching back behind us, chained to the ceiling. It gives me an idea, my ultimate fantasy.
“Turn around and wrap your hands around the bag, and bring your ass back to me,” I demand.
She immediately does as I say, her perfect ass now taunting me. Closing the distance, I rub my cock up and down her slit, coating it in her juices before I slide into her entrance. She lets out a gasp as I do. She’s so tight, so perfect. I’m fucking coming undone. She screams as I thrust in and out of her with all my might, grabbing those perfect ass cheeks of hers.
“You hold it for me, Princess.”
This is what she gets for leaving early, for having Grayson’s hands on her, for all the days of my fucking life that I didn’t get to fuck her. I don’t know how long I’m lost in the feel of her, my dick stretching her extremely tight pussy. It sucks my juices out drip by fucking drip.
“Keller, please.” I hardly hear her over the loud slaps of our hips, our heavy breaths, and my groaning.
“Keller? Keller!”
I tighten my grip on both her ass cheeks. By the time I gain some sense and open my eyes, hers are overflowing with tears, and she’s wincing. She is not even breathing.
“Come for me, Baby,” I roar.
The squeezing and releasing of my dick is almost violent. I don’t stop. Her whole body trembles. I can’t stop.
God, she looks gorgeous hanging like this. I have to hold her body upright.
“Keller. God, please, Sir!” she whispers, barely any energy left in her.
The minute she says sir I spill into her, pins and needles cover every part of my body. I can’t do anything but feel her breathing start to settle against me. Our bodies slipping against each other covered in sweat.
This woman is going to be the death of me, I swear.
“Jesus Keller, if that’s how a boxer likes to fuck, I want five of them.” She teases, still panting.
“Don’t even fucking think about it. I don’t share. Not you, not ever. Understood?”
Pulling herself away from me, there’s a twinkle in her eye, on her flushed face.
“Yes, Sir.”
Slowly slipping out of her, I yank her naked body into my embrace. “Unless you want me to fuck you again right now, don’t call me Sir.”
She giggles in response and leaves my embrace. I’m left with an icy feeling in my chest. She bends down and starts crawling across the floor to collect her clothes.
“Really Sienna? Do you think you could give me a couple of minutes break before you flaunt that perfect ass in my face, making me hard again?”
She flips me off and starts dressing. Mine is easy, a pair of shorts I can whip off in one swift movement.
She steps over to the front window, staring out into the night.
“Uh, Keller, would you mind, umm, giving me a ride home? It’s a bit dark out now.”
I furrow my brows and walk toward her, “Has he bothered you again?”
Her eyes stay pinned to the window as she fiddles with the sleeve of her sweater.
“No.” She answers quickly.
“Promise me, Sienna.”
“No, I just-”
I wrap my arms around her middle and pull her into me. She melts into my hold.
“I just feel like sometimes I’m being watched. I dunno. Maybe it’s in my head.”
Fuck.
“I’ll sort it. Let me go get changed and we can grab the G-Wagon. I can’t promise I won’t spread you across the console again though, but it’s a risk you’ll have to take.” After giving her a kiss on the top of her head, I quickly make my way to the locker to dress in my gray sweatpants and hoodie.
I still have an hour before Luca needs me, plenty of time to drop her home and get my shit together.
Not that I can concentrate on tonight’s job. My thoughts are clouded with the implications of what we’ve just done. We’ve opened a can of worms. Something in the back of my mind is bugging me, reminding me I can’t keep her. I can’t drag her into this life. But my heart isn’t getting the memo.
I’m fucked.
