Page 73 of Tight Ends & Tiaras
BEN
It’s not quitesix when a bang in the other room wakes me up, but that’s nothing new. The guys are loud as fuck. It’s the main reason I can’t live with them. Not if I have Lily with me for any amount of time.
Living across the street from the guys really is the perfect option. Olly and I study together a lot, and we can keep to our usual schedule, thanks to the beautiful woman in my arms.
Sienna is such a sweetheart and so damn patient. I just want to stay in bed with this girl all day. Not just because I’m loathing the idea of having another run-in with Janelle.
Sienna moans and presses tighter to me. Her leg is resting over my thigh, where my morning wood is ready to greet her.
I start to slide backward because she probably doesn’t want to be mauled in her sleep.
“Am I smothering you?” she asks, her eyes drowsy.
“I like when you smother me.” Weird but true. I like when she sprawls all over me. Can’t say that I’ve ever felt that way about another woman. “I was trying to keep my dick from bruising your thigh.”
“Mm.” She drops her head back to my chest, but her hand burrows under the covers until it wraps around my rod. “This the problem?”
A choked laugh comes out of me. “Yes, Doctor.”
“Have you seen anyone about the swelling? It’s pretty massive.”
I bite back a smile that turns into a groan when she gives it a tug. “I hope it’s not too serious. I have to play football this fall, and it might be uncomfortable if I have to haul that thing down the field.”
She snickers and climbs on top of me. “That would be uncomfortable. Hmm. Let me think about different courses of treatment.” She taps her mouth with a finger. “Have you tried a maneuver called the grind?”
Sitting on my lap, she slowly strips off her tank. The sight of her perky tits has my dick pulsing beneath her. With a wicked smile, she dry-humps me.
I tuck my hands behind my head and enjoy the show. Her long hair drapes over her slender shoulders and gives me peeks of her mouthwatering breasts.
“You gonna let me do all the work?” she asks saucily as she grabs her nipples through her curtain of hair and gives them a little pinch.
Fuck, Sienna really does it for me.
I wait as long as I can before I reach for her. So, maybe ten seconds. But then she’s in my arms, and we’re kissing while she rubs herself against me.
As though we’ve mutually agreed to the next step, we both reach down to shove off her shorts and panties and shove down my boxer briefs. And then she perches herself over my groin and slips and slides against me with her warm pussy.
Groaning, I grab a nice handful of her ass. “How are you wet for me already? I fucking love that.”
I sit her up just so I can take a peek at my thick cock sliding between her thighs. It takes restraint to not plunge into her tight little body, but I can’t bring myself to take that step yet.
All of the shit this week feels as though it’s catapulted my relationship with Sienna lightyears ahead of where it should be. We should be fucking around and cutting loose and enjoying each other in a casual way.
It hasn’t escaped me that a woman like Sienna could have a dozen guys at her feet with a snap of her fingers. Why would she wanna deal with me and my baby mama drama?
I’m also hyper-aware she got jerked around last year, and the last thing she needs is another dick in her life.
I don’t know if I can step up the way she needs me to, but I wanna try to be that man.
She arches up, and I get the distinct impression she’d take me to the hilt with a hint of encouragement from me. But I want to be the good guy here. The one who doesn’t push his advantage when she’s vulnerable. Someone who looks out for her best interests instead of my own. This might sound crazy, but I wanna give her time to back out of this thing if she needs to.
But then she gives me that smile, the one that feels like it’s just for me, and it unleashes something primitive in my chest.
“I’m starving. Need some breakfast. Climb up here, sunshine.” Tugging on her thighs, I scoot her up to my shoulders. “Hold on to the headboard. And no screaming.”
I smirk, because, yeah, there might be screaming. Sienna is vocal, which is hot as hell, but we don’t need the whole cabin to know what we’re doing.
The early morning light casts her in breathtaking hills and valleys. My eyes travel up her scorching body, from her bare pussy with that tiny runway and taut stomach, to her gorgeous tits and laughing eyes.
