Society Girls: Sierra (9 page)

“Joel!” she exclaims when she sees me.

“Olá, Gatinha.Como vai?”

“Oh hell, my ovaries just exploded,” the
polished looking blonde next to her says, fanning herself. I can’t
remember her name even though we met at the club that night I
danced with Sierra. There was a time when I would’ve totally taken
advantage of my accent, as well as my native language, but now it
just makes me think of one girl.

“Calm down, Rhieve. He just asked her how
she was. And called her ‘Kitten’. In that barely-there accent of
his…okay, I get the ovary explosion,” the beautiful Middle Eastern
girl says. Neveah. That’s her name. I do a mental fist pump. I can
do this. I can remember their names.

“I’m right here, you know,” I tell them with
a laugh.

“Oh, we know, ball boy,” Jenysis tells
me.

“Excuse my friends. What are you doing
here?” she asks. I raise an eyebrow at her, and smile when she
practically growls at me before asking again. “O que faz aqui?”

“He really is teaching her Portuguese,”
Matisse says.

“I thought you were all headed to the
cafeteria for smoothies,” Sierra tells them.

“We thought you were coming with us,” Rose
tells her with a smirk.

“I…I mean…Joel.”

“Go with your friends. I’ll see you
later.”

“You’re sure?”

“Claro.”

“Okay. I should be home around six if you
want to come over then.”

“Sure. Oh, and don’t forget that it’s your
turn to cook tonight.”

“Merda.”

“I’ll pick up pizza on the way over.”

“Muito obrigado. Muito,” she tells me,
leaning up to kiss my cheek before leaving with her friends.

That’s not the correct way to use that word,
but right now I don’t care. My girl is so fucking adorable, and
also so damn sexy. I can’t wait to see her tonight. All of her.

Sierra

Joel’s down in the batting cage, while I’m
studying in my apartment. I’m doing well with the Portuguese, and
my other languages, but I need to work on some things for my
Science class with Audrey tomorrow. I did okay with the subject in
high school, but the stuff we’re studying is kicking my butt a
little. I know I’ll get it, but I definitely can’t skate by like I
do with my Fashion and Technology lessons.

After about two hours, I’m starting to get a
crick in my neck, and the formulas are all merging together on the
pages. I stretch and yawn before putting everything away. I know
Miles could be down there for hours if I don’t interrupt him. He’s
been doing that every night this week, working in the batting cage,
and then coming upstairs to wake me up for some lovemaking before
we both fall asleep. That’s all I’ve been getting from him, just
middle of the night sex. No dinners, no hanging out, not even a
kiss in the morning when I leave for work because he’s still passed
out. He’s focused on baseball, and only baseball, and it’s starting
to get to me. Tonight I want something different, something for me,
so I’m going to make that happen.

I put on a loose dress that has a deep
V-neck, and looks like lights are flashing over it behind the white
circle overlay. It’s not terribly sexy, but since I have to walk
through the lobby, I need to be covered up. The security guys have
probably seen everything there is to see in their time here, but I
still don’t want to give them a show.

I wave as I pass them, and grab a helmet
when I walk into the game room. I trust Joel’s skills for what I
want to do, but I know he’ll be more relaxed if he knows I’m
protected. I’m happy to see that he’s got the balls on medium speed
as I slip into the cage with him.

“Sierra, what are you doing?”

“I want to play, too.”

“You want to bat?”

“Something like that. You just concentrate
on hitting those balls while I play with yours.”

I drop to my knees in front of him, and pull
down his shorts, and boxer briefs. A ball pings on the cage next to
me as he curses. “This is too dangerous.”

“I trust you.”

He growls out another curse word when I take
him in my mouth. I hear a couple more balls hit the cage, but the
rest are connecting with his bat. I reward him for his hard work
with some hard sucks, taking him in as far as I can. It’s not easy
to keep him in my mouth with his hips swinging, but I’m determined
to make this work.

“Porra, shit, merda, fuck…Kitten. God, don’t
stop.”

I’m not planning to stop. I continue to work
him over while he works out. I alternate licks with sucks, paying
special attention to the head where he’s leaking already. I lower
myself down, taking his balls into my mouth as I stroke him, and
then he’s done playing.

He slams on the stop button, pulls me to my
feet, and flips me around to face the back of the cage. “You wanted
to drive me crazy, didn’t you?”

“N-no. I wanted to make you come in my
mouth.”

“Not tonight, Gatinha. Tonight, I’m going to
drive you crazy, make you beg, and then and only then am I going to
fuck you hard against this cage.”

“That works, too.”

“Glad you approve.”

He whips my dress over my head and curses
again when he sees that I have nothing on underneath it. His hands
go to my thighs, spreading them open. He runs his fingers up the
inside, capturing the liquid that’s running down them. He turns my
head so I can watch as he sucks his fingers into his mouth, licking
them clean.

He leaves me for a moment, but I force
myself not to whimper, knowing he’ll be back. I grip the cage and
lean my head against it as I wait for him. I feel the baseball on
my back as he steps behind me again. He rolls it over my shoulders,
and down my spine, then back up again. The fingers of his other
hand find my wet pussy, and tease my entrance. I try to bear down
on them, needing the friction he’s denying me. Instead of giving me
what I need, he drops the ball and smacks my ass.

“Be a good girl, and behave.”

“What if I don’t want to behave?”

“You want me to spank you, don’t you? You
liked that?”

“Yes.”

He smacks my other cheek as
I moan, and then he’s spinning me back around so that we’re face to
face. He picks up the bat, and my eyes widen. “I’m just going to
play with the bat, Sierra. You know I won’t hurt you.” I nod,
because I
do
know
that. I close my eyes, letting him know I mean it.

He brings the bat up and runs it over my
cheeks, one after the other. It slides lazily over my collarbone,
and between my breasts. When he gets to my ribs, he flips it
around, running the handle over each bone on both sides. He’s
gentle, and although I never would’ve imagined it before, having my
baseball player play me with his bat is pretty damn sexy.

Once he’s past my ribs, he unexpectedly
drops the bat to the ground. I open my eyes, and he’s giving me one
of the sexiest smiles I have ever seen in my life. “Not there,
Kitten. While I like running my ball, and my bat over your skin,
your pussy’s only for me. My fingers, my mouth, my tongue, and
especially my cock”

“It was nice. It felt nice to have you run
those things you love over me.”

“It
was
nice,” he tells me. “What we’re
about to do isn’t going to be so nice. I’m too turned on for ‘nice’
or ‘sweet.’”

“I don’t remember asking you for either
tonight.”

Instead of giving me a verbal answer, he
kisses me hard, pushing my hands above my head. I struggle a little
against him and he pulls back to look at me. His eyes search mine
as he lets my hands go. “Was I hurting you? I didn’t mean to.”

“No,” I tell him, running my hands up under
his shirt. “I just needed to touch you. I don’t like it when I
can’t touch you.”

“Well, we can’t have that, can we? An
unhappy Kitten?”

“No. We most certainly cannot.”

He kisses me again, letting
me scratch his abs lightly as he pushes me harder into the
cage.
I’m going to have some marks
tomorrow
, I think to myself.

Or at least I thought I was only thinking
it, until he answers. “Merda. I know you want to touch me, but I
want to fuck you against this cage. Without hurting you.”

I kiss him lightly, and then turn, placing
my hands above my head as I spread my legs wider, and bend forward.
“Go ahead. I got some good touching in.”

“Anytime you touch me is good.”

“You say the sweetest things. Now fuck me
before I go crazy,” I say, leaning down to grab a condom from my
shoe.

He puts it on and slams into me, pushing me
right up against the cage, and then pulling me back a little. I
can’t touch him, but he’s touching me. His hands slide down my
sides as he rubs his beard over my back and bites my shoulder. As I
thrust back to bring him deeper into me, he reaches around to rub
my stomach, my ribs, and finally my breasts. His fingers skate over
my hard nipples as he whispers in my ear.

“I love your tits, Kitten.”

“They’re small.”

“They’re perfect. The way
they fit in my hands is perfect. Their shape is perfect. Your
nipples are perfect.
Perfect.
”

I turn my head and he gives
me his lips. Our tongues tangle together as he moves one of his
hands down. When it presses into my folds, and finds my clit, I
moan into his mouth. We continue this way for the next few minutes,
and then I’m coming. Arching back into him as he continues to
thrust into me, and kiss me, and oh God, touch me. I can feel my
orgasm everywhere. I can feel
him
everywhere, and it takes me out of this world for
a few seconds.

I come back to Earth when he grabs my hips
hard enough to leave marks, and starts going even harder, and
rougher. I hold on as tight as I can to the cage as he takes what
he needs and comes on a roar. He pulls out and steps away from me.
The loss of him feels like it’s more than physical, and it makes me
shake a little.

“Damn, that was good.”

“We can try to top it upstairs.”

“I need to get back to practice, and I
should probably sleep at my place tonight. I need to rest before my
session with Waverly tomorrow.”

“You’re not staying?”

“Don’t be like this, Sierra. We can spend
one night alone. We’ll be spending lots of nights apart when I make
it back on the team.”

Apart.
He said we would be apart, not alone. Since he’s treating me
like a bunny right now, I guess I don’t have to wonder why that is.
I was stupid to think that this was more. That
I’m
more.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Good. I need to get back to it. See you
tomorrow.”

I’ve never done a walk of shame before,
because I’ve never been ashamed of what I’ve done in the past.
Right now, as I put my dress back on and walk back through the
lobby, I’m ashamed. I feel dirty and wrong. Everything I thought
was right is wrong. I don’t know what to do.

At least I learned Portuguese.

* * *

Joel

I’m doing arm circles with weights under
Waverly’s watchful eye when Jenysis barges into the room. “You
bloody wanker,” she says, getting all up in my face.

“What did you do to her?” Waverly asks me,
her eyes wide.

“It’s not me. It’s Sierra. She’s not one of
your rabbits, you…you…asshole.”

“Rabbits?” I ask.

“Oh, I think she means bunnies, not
rabbits,” Waverly tells me.

“Yes. That’s it. Bunnies. Sierra’s not one
of your bunnies.”

“First of all, I have no bunnies. Second, I
know damn well Sierra’s not one of them.”

“Then why did you treat her like one last
night?”

“I didn’t.” I wouldn’t.

“That’s not what she said. You hurt her.
She’s hiding it from everyone else today, but she let me see her
fall apart. If you don’t really want to be with her, then tell her
that and she’ll just honor your original agreement.”

“I have no idea why she’s upset, but I can’t
believe she sent you here.”

“You’re an even bigger arse than I thought
if you think she knows I’m here.”

She turns and stalks out before I can ask
her if she has any more information for me. Waverly’s standing with
her arms crossed now, looking at me like I’m a piece of gum stuck
to her shoe.

“What? I swear I didn’t do anything.”

“I haven’t known Sierra long, but she
doesn’t seem like the type to get all crazy over nothing. Maybe you
need to think harder about whatever happened last night.”

“I don’t need to think, I know I didn’t…oh
shit,” I say as I start re-enacting last night in my head.
“Motherfucking bastard. I’m a motherfucking bastard.”

“Care to elaborate?”

“No, but I have to go. I know we had another
half hour, but I have to go.”

“Go. You’d be no use here now anyway.”

I sprint to the elevator, breaking the rule
about having someone with me. I have no clue about what’s going on
around me, so it really doesn’t matter. I pace in circles as it
takes me to the floor I need. I’ve worked myself into a frenzy by
the time I get inside the Foundation lobby.

“Are you okay, Joel?” Alex asks, looking
alarmed.

“No, I’m really not. I need to see
Sierra.”

“She’s busy right now.”

“I’ll wait.”

“It could be hours, Joel. She has training
all day.”

“I’ll wait,” I repeat, sitting on one of the
couches.

Alex picks up her phone and makes a call,
all the while looking at me like she doesn’t know what to do with
me. I want to wish her good luck in figuring that out. I don’t even
know what to do with me right now.

My knee is bouncing up and down when Darcy
walks into the lobby. “Are you on drugs, Joel?”