She is shaking in my grip.
I twist her nipple with my free hand and pull her ponytail tighter. "Say it."
She moans. I pull again. "Sienna."
"Yes." she moans breathless.
I reach down, unzip myself, press against her and she pushes back.
The sound she makes when I enter her in one long thrust is the sexiest thing I ever heard.
Her breath fogs the glass. I can hear my own heartbeat thrumming all over my body. I press my forehead against the back of her head and I stand there, inside her, both of us still for a moment.
I start to move. Slow at first. Deliberate. I still have one hand holding her to me by her ponytail while the other is at her waist pulling her to me with each thrust.
I slap her ass and watch it bloom beautifully pink. She clenches around me, so I slap her again, this time on the other cheek.
I pull my head back a little and with my hands I open her butt cheeks and spit. I start working my thumb against her tight hole. Easy, patient, small circles, and I can feel the resistance give by degrees until she relaxes for me and I press slowly inside. Her moans increase.
Taking a step forward I press her even more to the glass. Between the window and my body she has no place to move. I close my hand around the front of her neck. My thumb finally penetrates her tight ring of muscles and I can feel her tighten on my dick.
I squeeze her neck and thrust one more time and she comes apart, shaking and clenching. I thrust twice more and I come with my face against her shoulder and my hand still on her throat, emptying myself into her.
After, neither of us moves.
The party below keeps going.
I ease my hand from her throat and flatten my palm against her chest instead, feeling her heartbeat coming down under my fingers. She is breathing hard against the glass. I am breathing hard against her.
31
SIENNA
His arms are around me, his chin is resting on top of my head, my cheek is pressed to his chest and his heartbeat is steady. Mine, I’m not so sure.
I am sitting in William’s lap, on the floor of a security room, naked while the party carries on below. This moment is so fragile that I think we are both afraid to say something that will break it.
Then a phone rings.
It's somewhere close, muffled. William grunts with annoyance but he doesn't move. He presses his mouth briefly to the top of my head instead, keeps his arms where they are, and lets it ring.
It rings for a while. Then it stops.
Then it starts again.
The sound he makes this time is considerably less patient. He loosens one arm from around me, reaches for his jacket on the floor beside us, and digs into the inner pocket.
He looks at the screen. His jaw sets.
"What?" He says to the phone in a clipped way. I can hear a voice on the other end. I can't make out the words. Just the tone.
"Yes." A pause. His arm that is still around me tightens. "She's fine. She’s with me." Another pause, and he sounds more irritated this time. Like he is explaining something obvious to someone who should already know. "No." He makes a deep sigh.
He puts the phone in front of me and I can see the name Carter displayed on the caller ID. I look up at William not sure what he wants. He puts the phone on speaker and tells me with a more gentle voice “Tell them that you are ok or he won’t stop”.
I hear Carter's voice come through, tight and controlled, "Sienna, are you okay?" and then Adrian's voice cutting across, "The bartender said that William dragged you—" and then Carter, flat, "Give me back the phone. Sienna?"
I can't help it and I smile at the phone.
