Suddenly Dirty (14 page)

“Tell me, Evan, I want to know.”

“I’m thinking about removing your top so I can see your tits,” I respond, while sliding my hand over my dick as my words leave my mouth.

“What; like this?” She pulls off her t-shirt freeing her beautiful breasts.

Surprising me for a moment with her gorgeous, pink nipples forming hard peaks; she was tormenting me. Her hands glide over her breasts.

“Just like that, sweetheart, I would take one of those hard nipples, suck it deep into my mouth just the way you like it.”

As her fingers pinch her dusty pink nipples, she lets out a soft moan.

“Slowly, I would make my way down your body, licking and tasting every inch of your skin until I reached your pants.”

Her hooded eyes look at me as her hands run down the path that I speak of; her teeth biting into her plump pink lips.

“I would peel those pants down your legs, slowly.”

Watching as she followed my words, her grey yoga pants hit the floor. Sienna steps out of them, leaving nothing but a tiny scrap of fabric covering her.

“You would be waiting for me to pull down your panties, your pussy throbbing for me in anticipation. Are you wet for me, Sienna?”

Her eyes were growing wide, a mischievous grin landing on her face as her fingers slowly breach the thin material of her G-string, dipping inside of her core.

Making me groan as I watch her, my hand slowing down, I was mesmerized.

Her head rolls backwards as her fingers move slowly under the thin fabric.

“Sienna, I want to touch you, so goddamn much.” I declare, moving towards her, I seize her legs and pull them closer to me so she is standing directly in front of me. “Do you know what I want to do now?” I rumble, while looking up at her.

Her hooded, green eyes are sparkling with desire looking down at me. She pulls her hand from her underwear, fingers glistening with her arousal, and offers them to me.

One by one I lick her fingers savoring her taste.

“Evan,” Sienna moans, with each suck.

I rip her underwear off making her squeal, throwing it to the side. Nudging her legs open I take one leg and place it on the couch, her glistening pussy held right in front of my eyes. Fuck me! I could blow my load just looking at her like that. Gently, I blow on her sensitive clit, making her buck when the cool air hits her heat.

“Starting right here,” I say, as I gently start biting her inner thighs, the first touch of my teeth on her skin heating her body. Bite by bite, I slowly edge closer to her sweet spot, skimming over it, making my way down the other thigh.

She was wriggling in anticipation, breathless for more. “You are such a tease, Evan.”

“You have no idea, sweetheart, how much of a tease I can be.”

Sienna let out a whimper at my words.

Gently blowing again across her throbbing pussy, I whisper, “You like that, don’t you?”

Sienna hums

“Want me to tell you what I want to do next to you?”

Moaning, Sienna had lost the ability to speak.

“Are my words making you ache, sweetheart?”

“Please, Evan.”

Fuck, I want to tease her, tempt her. I want her breathless and wanton for me. I want her begging me, pleading with me to take her; but fuck it; I don’t think I can wait that long myself. My cock is already leaking, and my balls are drawn up tight just waiting for me to release them.

“My tongue could take away that ache you have between your legs, sweetheart. A couple of flicks and I bet you would be feeling a hell of a lot better, or maybe you want my hands on you. The same hands that are sliding over my cock? Those same fingers could now be sliding over your core, pushing your folds apart slowly, exploring the ache developing within you, the pressure building with every long stroke. Sinking into you, feeling your tight pussy wrapped around my fingers as I stroke your inner walls, feeling your heat all around me bringing you higher until you can’t take it any longer.”

Sienna moans loudly. “Evan, stop fucking talking and just do it, will you.”

“What do you want, sweetheart? Do you want me to take my time, slowly with my tongue? Or do you want my cock filling you up, fucking that ache away?”

Her eyes drop down to my cock.

Dropping her leg from the couch, she drops to her knees; swiftly taking my cock in her mouth.

“Fuck,” I groan, grabbing her hair as she sucks harder on my cock.

“Sweetheart, what are you doing?”

Her eyes meet mine as she sits in-between my legs. My dick in her mouth, a smile across her face; a couple more sucks and she sits back on her heels.

“I was sick of waiting for you to do something,” She said, looking like a fantasy come to life sitting there naked.

“You’re right,” I responded, picking her up from the ground and throwing her against the couch. I took my shoes and socks off, followed by removing my jeans and then took a condom from my pocket. I ripped the foil slowly, pulling it over my aching cock.

Sienna’s eyes watching every movement.

“Ready, sweetheart?”

Biting her bottom lip, she nods as I hover over her, kissing her mouth with heated passion. Her legs wrapping around my waist as I slowly nudge her entrance. Inch by inch, I push my way into her, feeling her wet heat around my cock, taking a moment as I adjust to her. “Fuck, Sienna, you feel fucking fantastic,” I groan, as I fill her.

She wriggles under me, her eyes pleading for more.

Taking myself almost all the way out of her before I slam back into her hard, I rumble, “Hold on, sweetheart.” As I drive into her harder, faster, her nails scraping my back, the heels of her feet digging into my ass, the pubic bar at the base of my cock hitting her clit over and over again. I could feel her starting to clench as her orgasm hovered.

“Fuck, Evan, fuck,” she screams, her inner walls clenching on my cock, a couple more thrusts and I am coming right behind her, my face nestled against her neck. Fuck, I want more. Picking her lifeless body up from the couch, I carry her back to my bedroom.

I have been admiring Evan’s tattoos daily. The intricate work woven all over his arms is pure art. Derrick and I have wanted to get one for so long, but both of us are too ‘chicken’ to do anything about it – until Evan suggested he would take us to his tattooist. It didn’t take Evan long to make a couple of calls and book an appointment. When the rest of the boys heard what we were up to, they decided that they all had to get new tattoos, bringing Isla and Vanessa along with them.

Arriving at the California Bros. tattoo shop in Venice Beach and stepping through the imposing black doors, I was surprised by what greeted us. It wasn’t at all what I was expecting. It was funky and beautiful. Vintage-style tattoo art graced the exposed brick walls, black and silver skull embossed wallpaper line the back wall, large silver mirrors also hung on the walls on either side. It was like nothing I had seen before. The interior was just divine.

“They also own the barber shop and micro-brewery next door,” Evan says, knocking my shoulder.

What a awesome concept, but today I was testing out their tattooing skills.

“Welcome Boys.” A Bettie Page looking woman greeted us from behind the reception desk. She was dressed in a red-checkered shirt, her large breasts straining against the buttons, skin tight dark denim jeans with blood red sky-high heels. Her black hair rolled into a 50’s style, bright red lipstick on her plump lips, and her eyes almost looking cat like completing her rockabilly look. She was beautiful. She gave each of the boys a welcoming kiss. I noticed her arms were full with vintage style tattoos; they looked cool.

“They’re addictive,” she says smiling, catching me looking at her artwork.

“We have a couple of virgin’s today, Rachel,” Axel calls out from behind us.

“Ooohhh, fresh blood,” she giggles. Making my heart sink a little.

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

“Zander is out the back getting things ready with the other boys.”

Watching her hips sway as we follow her to where everything is set up in individual booths, mild panic started to set in. I watched as a tall guy comes out from the back room, his arms covered in tattoos, some on his face and neck as well. His light brown hair was slicked back and his eyes were a sparkling blue.

“Zander, my man,” Evan greets, pulling him into a man hug as they slap each other on the back.

“Looking good,” Zander replies, with a genuine smile on his face as he looks at Evan. “How’s Jake going? Man, it’s been ages since I’ve seen him.” Evan and Zander catch up on the details of his brother’s surfing life and some other random guy things.

My eyes are looking around the room checking out the setup. My heart begins to race just thinking about getting a tattoo. I can feel the sweat sticking to my skin.

“Far out, that man is hot. Seriously, it’s like hot guys attract other hot guys – like magnets pulling them to each other.” I giggle at Derrick’s comment.

I was glad he was here with me because I was shitting myself. Vanessa and Isla had gone into another room with Finn, Oscar, and Christian, while Axel went with Rachel.

“So … you two are getting your first tattoos?” Zander asks

We could only nod our response. Even Derrick looked nervous now.

“They look like they are both going to throw up.” he says to Evan, making them both laugh at us.

Evan’s hands begin to knead my shoulders. “Nothing to worry about, sweetheart,” he whispers into my ear.

“Who wants to go first?” Zander asks, his blue eyes looking at Derrick and me.

“Me.” I hear myself say.

“Good work; now make yourself comfortable on that chair, and show me what you want,” he instructs as his eyes drop down to my chest briefly.

Evan lets out a cough, catching Zander’s attention and glaring at him. Zander’s eyes remain above my chest for the rest of the session.

I hand him the quote that I had printed out earlier.

He looks it over and nods before taking it away, making it up onto the transfer paper. After a couple of minutes he is back. “So, where would you like it?”

Lifting up my shirt, to the man’s surprise, his eyes widen as I point to just under my bra, at the top of my rib cage.

“You will have to take off your bra but keep your shirt on so I can work properly.”

Looking at Evan to gauge his reaction, he nods but doesn’t seem happy about it. Thankfully I hadn’t gone for a white tank top today as I didn’t realize I would be braless. I slowly pull my bra off, through my sleeves, dropping it on the floor with my bag.

Evan’s eyes drop to the black lace material then back to me.

Giving him a quick smile, I jump onto the table.

Zander rolls up my tank top asking me to hold it in place. Pressing the outline onto my skin, he asks me to stand up to have a look in the mirror and see if the placement is correct. Once I am satisfied I lay down again and he starts working on my design.

Derrick holds my hand the whole time; I nearly break his fingers squeezing them so tight. The cut of the needle into my skin is agonising, but I grit my teeth through the half hour job. I’m amazed at myself as I can’t believe that I made it through my first tattoo. I stand and admire Zander’s handy work in the mirror.

“So what does it say?” Evan asks, curiously looking at the Arabic writing.

الجايات أحسن من الرايحات.

“What is coming is better than what is gone.”

Derrick and Evan stand in silence taking in the words.

“Fuck, Si, that is cool,” Derrick pipes up, giving me a grin.

Evan just nods, handing me a bottle of water.

“You’re up next, let me just clean up and get fresh supplies,” Zander addresses Derrick with a smile.

Ten minutes later it was Derrick’s turn to be in the hot seat. Laying on his back with his shirt pulled up, pants pulled down exposing his hip, he was getting the words ‘Suck my …’ you can guess the rest when your eyes fall to where that sentence finishes. He thinks it’s hilarious, as does Zander.

Meeting up with Vanessa and Isla, all of us tattoo virgins on a high, we show each other what we got. The guys high five Derrick on his tattoo as well. I think some of the boys were jealous of D’s idea. Isla got a cute little feather behind her ear, and Vanessa got blackbirds across her foot. Some of the boys even headed next door to the barber shop to get themselves cleaned up. Once we had all finished, we headed to the California Bros. bar. The other brother, Westin, ran the bar while Ash ran the barber shop.