Hidden Kisses (Love in Sienna Series Book 2), page 6
After the song is over, Boomer comes back over with a shit-eating grin. “Wonderful job, ladies! Now it’s time for the crowd to judge.”
He starts with the blonde, and everyone politely claps, but when he moves his hand over Leah’s head, the crowd goes crazy. I could swear I see a blush coming over Leah’s face, but I’m not one hundred percent certain.
Again, a rush of anger comes over me when I hear some guys making crude comments. I want to tell them she’s mine, but that isn’t true. Not yet.
“You have it, folks! Leah is our winner of this round.” He places his hand on her back and gets her to stand just offstage by his DJ booth.
I want to punch him for touching my girl. But, again, she isn’t really my girl. And, really, I don’t want her to be. I just want her for one night. I need to cool my jets.
“Okay, now it’s time for the guys. Gentlemen, if you would please get ready.”
I smile, looking at my competition. I’ve definitely got this. I pull off my shirt and a few girls holler. Oh, just wait. They don’t know what I have on under these pants. I look and see that the rest of the guys are wearing trunks. I smirk as I pull off my pants and show off my Speedo. I’ve got a killer ass; I need to show it off.
A ton of girls shriek as I stand on the stage, and all the guys are giving me dirty looks.
“Okay, gentlemen, let’s get the voting underway.”
Of course, I win. Women are loud as fuck when they are drinking, and a hot guy in a Speedo? It was almost like I cheated.
“Okay, so now that we have a female and a male finalist, it’s time for the last dance-off.”
A sexy waitress brings over a chair and places it in the middle of the stage. I know what’s about to happen, but by the look on Leah’s face, she has no clue.
“You each will have your own song to dance to, but you must perform while your competition sits in the chair.”
“You want me to give him a lap dance?!” Leah screams.
“No, no. I mean, you can if you want, but you just have to dance around him and show him what you’ve got.”
Leah glares at me, as if I have something to do with this. I don’t, but I did get to pick my song.
“Leah, we’ll have you take a seat first.” Boomer escorts her to the chair.
She is glaring at me the entire time.
The music starts, and I swear, if looks could kill, I would be six feet under. I move closer to her.
“Are you ready to ride my pony tonight?” I say into her ear.
I continue to dance to “Pony” by Ginuwine, doing my best to channel my inner Magic Mike. The crowd is going crazy and eating up everything.
Leah starts to blush as I dance on top of her, grinding into her. I have to fight this hard-on, because there is no hiding it in these tiny bottoms. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. I should have known dancing on Leah would cause my dick to want to come out and play.
When the song is finally over, I can see that Leah is flustered. Her chest is covered in a beautiful shade of pink and her eyes are dilated.
“Give it up for Johnny!” Boomer yells, and the crowd loses it.
Man, I’d better win. Being so close to Leah, but not actually being able to take her, was absolute torture. I need her. In my bed. Tonight.
“So, Leah, are you ready?” Boomer asks.
She narrows her eyes at him. “I was born ready.”
I take my seat in the chair and the music starts, and I immediately think I’m going to die. Leah moves so seductively to “Slave 4 U” by Britney Spears, and I can feel the Speedo getting tighter. Fuck, little Johnny needs to chill out.
At first, I think she’s just going to dance around the stage, but then she comes over to me. Turning so her back is toward me, she sits on my lap, and I know she has to feel my hard-on. Leaning back, she grabs my hands to cover her chest. The crowd goes crazy. People are shouting some crude things, but my focus is on the hot chick in my lap.
She gets up and puts on a perfect routine, making me think she must have taken dance lessons.
The song is over, and I try to think of dead things to get my erection under control before I get up. I’m still sporting an obvious chub when I stand, but that’s as good as it’s going to get. You’d have trouble getting a hard-on down too if you had the hottest girl in the world dancing for you and making you touch her. Ugh, I have to stop thinking about it or I’m going to get a full-on boner again.
“Give it up for Leah, everyone!” Boomer yells.
My face drops; I’m going to fucking lose.
I don’t lose. I’ve set up my life in a way that I am always in charge, and I always win. If you’d had everything ripped from you as a kid, you would do the same thing.
“Okay, okay, okay, it’s time to vote.” Boomer puts his hand over my head and the crowd erupts.
Fuck yeah.
But when he puts his hand over Leah’s head, the cheer is the exact same.
Boomer laughs. “Okay, let’s try that again!”
The same thing happens.
“Okay, I never thought this would happen, but we have a tie.”
What the fuck? There can’t be a tie! I need to win, so I can get Leah in my bed.
“Thanks, everyone, for joining us. Now, let’s get this motherfucking party started.”
Boomer goes back to his DJ booth and a slutty waitress brings us each two hundred and fifty dollars.
“Congrats, guys.” She leans against me, her breasts brushing my arm. “If you’re looking for some fun later, come find me.” Then she struts off.
Leah rolls her eyes. “Well, you didn’t win, so if you would kindly never contact me again, that would be great.”
I grab her waist and pull her to me. “You didn’t win either, sweetheart, so that’s not going to happen.”
Her eyes dilate and her body relaxes. She must have had a few more drinks since we last spoke at the bar, because she isn’t fighting me as hard this time.
“So, what are we going to do, then?” she asks, just barely loud enough for me to hear.
Leaning down, I kiss her neck. “We can decide later, but I think you need a drink.”
She gives me a small smile before biting her lip. “Tequila, please.”
Walking over to the bar, I get four shots of tequila.
“To tying,” I say as we take our first shot.
“To not losing,” she says with that sexy smile on her lips, her eyes saying that she wants to play with fire tonight.
When she places her second shot glass down, I decide to take a chance and I press my lips to hers. I feel her tense up at first, but then she melts into me.
Looks like I might be winning tonight after all.
His touch lights me on fire. It’s like the burn from a tequila shot, but it doesn’t go away. His hands never leave my body for the whole ride to his place. If he isn’t kissing me, he’s making sure I can’t breathe by always having contact on some place on my body.
I shouldn’t be doing this. I’m supposed to hate him. I do hate him. I feel like I’m betraying my best friend, but it’s just one night. I’ll get him out of my system, he’ll get me out of his, and we’ll never speak again. Easy, right?
“We’re here,” Johnny whispers into my neck as the car comes to a stop.
He gently kisses my lips before paying the driver and slipping out. Of course, he grabs my hand, probably afraid I’m going to try and run.
I should run. Far and fast. My brain knows this is a bad idea, but my body is screaming, “Go, girl!”
Just one night, I remind myself.
I barely pay attention to Johnny’s house as we walk up, but I can tell it’s big.
Am I supposed to compliment him on his house? Are we just supposed to get down to business? I’m not a virgin, but this is my first one-night stand and I’m nervous as hell.
When we enter the house, I can’t help but notice everything is very blank. It doesn’t feel like a home. No pictures of his family, no personal touches. It looks like he hired someone to decorate minimally and just left it like that.
“Want a drink?” he asks, breaking me from my thoughts.
“Yes, please.” I smile at him and follow him to the kitchen.
It’s an open concept house, so it links into his living room. That, at least, has some personal touches. All of his baseball memorabilia is showcased nicely on the walls and some shelves. He has a few books, and I’m shocked to see that they’re not just sports books. I wander over to the shelves and see a few pictures. One is of him and his team, another of him and Mikey, but the one that catches my eye the most is of a young boy and an older woman. It must be Johnny. He has the same cheeky smile and brown hair. I think the woman is his mother; she looks like she absolutely adores him. I wonder why there aren’t any recent pictures.
I hadn’t even realized I’d picked the picture up when Johnny slowly takes it from my hands.
“Is that your mom?” I ask, trying to get something from him.
“Yeah, but I don’t want to talk about her.” He places the picture back on the shelf, letting his fingers linger for a second. “Come on. Your drink is on the coffee table.”
He walks away, not touching me like he has been doing all night. I want to ask him more about her, but what’s the point? I’m not here to get to know Johnny. I’m here to fuck him out of my head.
Sitting next to him, I take the glass and place my other hand on his arm. “Thank you.”
He nods, but doesn’t smile. There has to be something going on, and I think it has to do with that photo.
Taking a sip of my drink, I decide it’s time to leave. The tension in the air is thick, and I don’t have it in me to deal with whatever this is.
“You know what? This was a bad idea. I’m going to call an Uber and leave,” I say while grabbing for my purse.
“Great,” Johnny bites out. “Leave, just like everyone else does.”
“You push everyone away, Johnny. They don’t leave for no reason.”
Johnny stands with fire in his eyes. “What the fuck would you know? You’re just another slut. You don’t know me!”
“Fuck you!” I take a step toward him and shove him, making him stumble back a few steps. “You have no right to call me a slut. If you cared about other people and not just yourself, you wouldn’t be all by yourself.”
He grabs my wrist, trying to take the power back, but I’m not afraid of him.
We stare at each other for a moment, anger in both of our eyes, before his lips crash on mine.
This kiss is messy, needy, angry. It’s teeth and tongues and not giving a fuck.
“I hate you,” I say, breaking the kiss.
“Good,” he hisses. “I’m not the guy to love.”
His mouth is back on mine in an instant and he starts untying my dress.
“My bed. Now,” he demands, picking me up.
I wrap my legs around his waist and go back to kissing him. When we enter his bedroom, he throws me on his bed and pulls off my bottoms.
“You’re too fucking hot for your own good,” he growls before climbing on top of me and untying my top.
He throws it to the side and bites my neck. I hiss; my neck is my weakness. Bite it just right and I can almost come from that.
He brings his lips to mine and I try to roll us so that I am on top, but he holds me down.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. I told you, you would give up control to me, and I meant it.” He moves his hand between my legs, slowly letting a finger separate my folds. “You are so fucking wet. I bet you like it when I’m in control.”
“Fuck you,” I spit out.
I should hate this. I don’t give up control. But the way he is talking and doing what he wants has my body responding so much.
I can never forget my first time, the reason I don’t give up control in the bedroom.
“You are so pretty,” Brayden says, grabbing my thigh.
I giggle and look away.
This feels weird, but if I say no, he could make school weird. I’m finally popular. I can’t let that go.
His hand comes up and grabs my boob. Is this supposed to feel good?
He presses me back on his bed and is on top of me, kissing me. His kiss feels good. Maybe I just need to warm up a little?
I kiss him back, running my hands through his hair.
“Mmm,” I moan.
“I’m going to make you feel so good. Just let me take control,” he says, kissing my neck and moving his hands to take my shirt off.
My daddy always taught me to stand up for myself and be in control of my life, but maybe I can just forget that for one night.
“Man, your tits look amazing,” he says after he takes my bra off.
He grabs my boobs, kneading at them and squeezing them, and I don’t think I like it. I don’t think I want to do this anymore. I push on his chest, changing my mind, but his hips push me into the mattress.
“I promise, this will be good,” he says.
I just close my eyes, letting him do it. I let my mind wander, letting him take control and have his way with me.
The first time never feels good for anyone, right? I just have to get through this. The next time I can take control and make it feel better.
I push at Johnny’s chest. I can’t let someone else have control again. That’s how you get hurt.
“I told you, I don’t give up control to—”
He cuts my words off with a kiss.
“Shh. I know your brain thinks you need to be in control, but your body is telling me something else completely.” He grabs my wrists in one hand and places them above my head, making my breath catch. “I’m going to fuck you how I want, sweetheart, but I know you’re going to love it.”
He kisses my lips one more time before kissing my neck and leaving a trail of kisses to my breast. He licks my nipple, and I lift up, pushing my chest into his face. I hear him chuckle before he takes it into his mouth. Fuck, that feels amazing. I can feel his tongue flicking against it and I’m getting wetter by the second.
I need to fight this. I can’t give up control to anyone. But although my head says to fight, my body isn’t responding that way. This doesn’t feel like the last time I gave up control. This feels so much better.
“If I let go of your wrists, are you going to be a good girl, or am I going to have to tie you up?” he asks while he moves lower on my body.
“I don’t let guys go down on me,” I whimper as he licks my belly button.
“Never?” he asks with a raised brow.
“No,” I whisper. “I can’t be in control that way. It makes me feel vulnerable.”
I’ve never admitted that to anyone before. Most guys don’t mind that I take control during sex. They just hate it in every other aspect of our relationship.
“You don’t know what you’re missing, sweetheart.” He continues to move lower, letting go of my hands and kissing my hipbone.
I grab his hair. I want to push him away, but I don’t.
He continues his trail of kisses, licks and little nibbles. He centers himself between my legs and blows on my pussy. I buck my hips.
“Do you want it?” he asks, and I can feel his breath on me.
I moan as he places another kiss on my thigh, so close, but so far away.
“I don’t hear an answer.” He licks me and I fucking want it so bad.
“Yes!” I shout.
“Yes what?” he licks my other thigh.
This man is so fucking irritating, yet so hot at the same time.
“I want your mouth on my pussy!” I scream.
Instantly, his mouth is on me, his tongue diving in. He pulls my clit into his mouth, and I scream. It feels so good.
“You taste so good, baby,” he purrs.
I moan in response.
Why have I never let a guy do this before? I never knew it felt like this.
He inserts his finger, curling it just right, and continues flicking his tongue against my clit. I can feel my climax building, and I think I’m going to die.
“Just relax,” Johnny tells me before pulling my clit back into his mouth and thrusting his fingers hard and fast.
My climax hits me so hard; I feel like I’m going to pass out.
“Fuck!” I scream at the top of my lungs.
I’m not normally this vocal in bed, but it’s hard not to be when it feels this good.
He continues lapping up my juices, and I’m so sensitive, I want to push him away. It’s too much. He stands and has the cheekiest smile on his face.
“You’re fucking hot when you come.” He takes his shirt off.
Damn, do I want to lick his abs.
I sit up and move to the edge of the bed and run my tongue over his V while looking into his eyes. There is so much you can see when you stare into someone’s eyes. I normally hate making eye contact, but I already gave up control tonight. What’s a little more?
I push his pants and Speedo down, releasing his cock. I bite my lip before I let my tongue slip over the tip.
“So, is this thing really magic? Or were you just trying to get into my pants?” I ask with a snarky grin on my face.
Before I let him answer, I take it into my mouth, and I hear him moan. I suck on it a few times before he pushes me back.
“Of course, I was trying to get into your pants.” He picks me up and moves me up the bed. “But it really is magical. I’ve never had an unsatisfied customer.”
I laugh. “Customer? Are you a prostitute?”
He chuckles while grabbing a condom. “I should be charging for this, but for you, it’s free.”
He sheaths himself, and fuck, that cock is huge. Most of my boyfriends have been on the larger side, but Johnny is bigger than all of them. And it’s not just long; it’s girthy too. When I was sucking on it, I couldn’t fit my hand all the way around it. I’m nervous that it’s going to hurt, but I know I’m wet enough.
He gets between my legs and leans down, giving me the gentlest of kisses before he slowly enters me.
I let out a moan. “Oh. My. God.”
He grunts as he continues pressing into me. “Fuck, baby. You are so goddamn tight.”
