Society Girls: Sierra Page 5
“Sim. Yes, Joel Cruz. I would love to be your girlfriend.”
“Now that we have that settled, let’s get some food in you.”
“They did feed me while I was being treated, you know.”
“Not like I’m going to feed you.”
“That sounded kind of dirty,” I tell him as I open my door.
He swings me around, and drops the grocery bags as he pulls me into his arms. “You have no idea how dirty my thoughts of you are, Gatinha. No fucking idea.”
Chapter 5
Sierra
I have no shame. None at all, and it feels fucking awesome. I mean, how could I not kiss Joel after he said he has dirty thoughts about me?. My lips are sipping from his as he lets me lead this kiss. I have no doubt he won’t always let me take control, but he’s giving it to me now, and I’m not going to waste a second of my time in the driver’s seat.
“I have to make dinner,” Joel says, pulling back from me.
“Mais um beijo.”
“One more,” he responds with a smile.
He meets me halfway, and we kiss again. I drag it out as long as I can, and we’re both laughing as we try to catch our breath. “I love kissing you.”
“Hmm. You said you weren’t sure you could answer if I ask you questions in Portuguese. What if I give you a kiss for every one you can?”
“What if I suck? Ooh, that’s the answer. If I suck at the questions, you’ll let me suck you to make up for it.”
“Porra.”
“We can do that, too.”
“Are you medicated right now, Sierra?”
“No. I’m just feeling horny. I’ve waited weeks for you.”
“I was trying to be a good guy.”
“Good guys fuck girls. It happens.”
He pats one of the barstools. “Sit here, and let’s get to know each other. I really do have to get some practice in tonight. If, and it’s a big if, I can still move my arm after that, we’ll take things further.”
“Oh. Of course. I don’t want to stop you from getting back to playing.”
“You’re not, Gatinha. I want you just as much as you want me. Trust me on this.”
“But we’ve just been focusing on me. We should be focusing on you, too.”
“My career wasn’t part of our arrangement.”
“You said our arrangement was stupid.”
“It was.”
“So let’s talk about baseball.”
“Not tonight. I want to learn all about you while I cook and we eat. After that, I want to try and hit some balls.”
“And then I can maybe play with your bat and balls.”
“You did not just say that,” he says with a groan.
“I’m pretty sure I did.”
“You’re not a ball bunny, Sierra.”
“I’m well aware of that, Joel.”
“So please don’t talk like them.”
“Oh. I didn’t realize I was. How about I play with your cock and balls later? Sorry, but I don’t know other words for your balls.”
“You are too fucking adorable.”
“And sexy?”
“Mais sexy.”
“Yay. What are you making for dinner, by the way?”
I’ve seen him take rice, beans, and a few different meats from the bags, tossing them into various pans with spices he’s also brought with him. It smells delicious already, but I have no clue what it is.
“Baião de dois. It’s a common dish in Brazil. I wanted to make you feijoada, but it’s best if the meat marinates for 24 hours, so I didn’t have the time. I’ll make it for you another night.”
“Sim, por favor!”
“You don’t even know what it is,” he tells me with another laugh.
“But it means you’ll be coming back here,” I say, softly.
“I thought that was a given. You are my girlfriend now.”
“Um de muitos?”
“No, not many. One of few.”
“Oh.”
“Now I believe it’s my turn to ask the questions.”
“Okay,” I tell him in a shaky voice.
Shit. I’m probably going to suck at this, not get any kisses, and maybe not even get to suck him. At least the food will be good.
* * *
Joel
I know Sierra’s nervous about understanding the questions I’ll be asking, so I start with some easy ones. Just to throw her off balance, of course. Making this easy for her won’t help her master the language, and we both know it.
“Qual o seu nome?”
“Sierra,” she says, rolling her eyes, and leaning up for her kiss.
“De onde você é?”
“Seattle.” Kiss.
“Quantos anos tem?”
“Twenty-four. Você?” Two kisses.
“Same. Com que sonha?”
“What do I…dream of?”
“Sim.”
“You.” A very long kiss.
I swallow hard, and continue. “Quer crianças?”
“Children?” I nod. “Yes, I want them. Not now, but one day.” Kiss.
“Qual é a sua posição favorita?”
“Umm…I have no clue what you just asked me.”
“Are you sure?”
“It’s about my favorite something.”
“It is.”
I see her thinking hard, and then her blush is back. “Joel.”
“What? I’m a guy who wants to please his girl.”
“Fine. My favorite position is whichever one you put me in.”
Luckily, dinner is done, because that answer deserves more than just a simple peck, or even a little tongue. I step between her legs, and then wrap them around my hips. My hands are in her hair, and when hers don’t automatically go to mine, I lift them there, urging her to pull at the longs strands on top. Once I’ve had enough of her taste to leave me temporarily sated. I move out her arms, and start plating our dinner.
“You liked me pulling your hair, didn’t you?”
“Eu queria que você me fizesse um cafuné.”
“I think that means you liked it.”
“I said that I wanted you to run your fingers through my hair. I’ve wanted that for some time now.”
“You do have pretty hair.”
“Pretty? Foda-me.”
“Well, I’d like to fuck you. But yes, your hair is silky soft, and smells nice. So it’s pretty.”
“Please, on all that is holy, don’t ever say that in front of anyone else.”
“Hmm. You did make me a delicious smelling dinner, and I’ve gotten some yummy kisses while practicing my Portuguese, so I guess I can keep this between us.”
“Thank you, Kitten.”
“You’ve never called me that in English before,” I tell him with a smile.
“You inspire me to do lots of things I’ve never done before.”
“Good.”
“Yeah. It really is.”
Dinner is pretty delicious, if I do say so myself. I can’t help worrying about what’s going to happen after, though. Like I told Miles, I’ve done batting simulations with my physical therapist, and my rotation is supposedly back to normal. Tonight, I’ll be picking up an actual bat for the first time since I inflamed my rotator cuff. I know it could’ve been a lot worse. If I’d torn the cuff, my career would’ve probably been over. Taking over a year to rest and recover hasn’t been a walk in the park, though, and I have to get back if I want any chance of playing in the majors again. I don’t need the money, but I do need to play. I need it like I need to breathe, and like I’m starting to need Sierra.
I just don’t know if there’s room for both baseball and Sierra in my life. Especially since baseball is going to take me from Vegas, while she’s starting a new job here. My conscience tells me to walk away now, but that devil on my shoulder reminds me that she needs me right now. Even if right now is all I can give her.
“You’re awfully serious over there.”
“Just
thinking about what comes next.”
“Tonight, or in general.”
“Both. I’m not staying here, Sierra.”
“I know.”
“Do you? Do you really understand that no matter what happens between us, I have to leave?”
“Yes. Baseball is your dream come true, just like the Foundation is mine. I would never ask you to give up your dream. No matter what happens between us.”
“I could fall in love with you. I am falling in love with you.”
“But you can’t stay. I know. I understand. And for the record, I’m falling for you, too.”
“We’re going to make this work.”
“Yes, we are. Are you ready to go downstairs?”
“Maybe. We should clean up first.”
“I’ll clean up while you go down and warm up.”
I told her I was falling for her, and this right here is a big part of why I feel that way. She knows without me telling her that I need some time alone down there. I don’t want anyone, especially her, to see me fail. She’s giving me the time I need without making a big deal out of it. I need to make sure she’s okay, though.
“You’re okay with this? Not too tired?”
“My ribs ache a little, but I’m good. Go on down, Joel.”
“Thank you.”
“De nada.”
I smile as I kiss her lightly on the lips. I’m still smiling like an idiot as I ride down in the elevator and walk through the lobby. The security guys nod their heads as I bid them a good night, and head for the game room. Once I enter that room, my smile slips.
The cages are in the back of the large room, and just like Miles promised, they’re regulation size. My feet don’t want to move, but I force myself to walk. I have to do this. There’s no chance of going back if I can’t bat again. I’m a second baseman, not a pitcher, but my injury could have still ended my career. I’m lucky I was good enough at my job for the team to hold a spot for me and not just release me. Now I just need to prove that I deserve this second chance. I need to prove it to myself, and then I can prove it to them.
I pick up a bat, and swing it around. Over and over again, warming up my arm. It doesn’t hurt, and there’s not much stiffness. My confidence starts to return, and I know I’m ready. I may be cocky, but I’m not stupid, so I start with the lowest setting. I hit most of them, and move up to the next level.
On the fourth level, I sense her watching. She doesn’t speak, and neither do I. I’m in the zone, and we both know it. I keep at it for hours, getting through every level. My shoulder is sore as fuck, but it was worth it. I’ve still got it. I can still play.
I turn to Sierra, but she’s not standing behind me. She’s on the ground, with her hand holding her side. Her eyes are closed, and she’s not moving. No. Just no.
I drop the bat and slide onto the floor in front of her. “Gatinha. Sierra. Querida, please open your eyes.”
“Joel. Are you done?” she asks, sitting up. “I’m sorry I fell asleep.”
Asleep. Oh, thank God. She was sleeping. Of course she was sleeping, she just came home from the hospital, or wherever she was being treated. “I’m the one who’s sorry. You should’ve been upstairs resting instead of watching me bat.”
“Why? I loved watching you. You look even sexier than usual when you’re doing your thing.”
“Thank you. For believing in me, and giving me space, and just for being you.”
“You’re welcome. About tonight…I don’t think I can…you know. I’m just in a little pain, and so tired. I’m sorry.”
“Do you want me to go?”
“No. I want you to stay, and hold me in your arms.”
“Then that’s what I’m going to do.”
“O melhor namorado alguma vez.” Best boyfriend ever.
“Not yet, but I will be. I promise.”
I can’t promise her forever, but I can promise her that I’ll be the best I can possibly be while we’re together. She deserves more than that, but it’s all I’ve got right now. I just hope it’s enough to keep us both in one piece when I have to leave.
Chapter 6
Sierra
I wake up warm, but also cold. Strong arms are wrapped around me, but right above them, my right boob is practically frozen. It takes me a moment to realize that Joel’s ice pack from his shoulder must have slid down during the night, and is not only melted, but it’s resting on the aforementioned boob.
“Merda,” I say softly, but apparently not softly enough.
The hard body behind me starts to shake with laughter. “You just woke up, and cussed in Portuguese.”
“Yeah, well, you wake up to a frozen boob and see if you can stop from blurting something out!”
“Frozen boob? Oh, shit. I’m so sorry,” he says, throwing the melted pack over his shoulder.
“It’s just cold.”
“I’ll warm it back up.”
Before I can react, the tank top I went to sleep in is lifted up, and his mouth is latched onto me. His tongue swirls over my tight nipple as I arch into him. “That feels so good.”
Instead of answering, he kisses his way over to the left nipple and gives it the same treatment. My breasts almost fit in his mouth, and his beard feels so good rubbing over me as he licks, sucks, and—oh, God—bites. My pelvis has a mind of its own, and starts moving against his very nice morning wood, flannel pajama bottoms and boxer briefs be damned.
“Tão bela,” Joel says as he looks down at my breasts, which are wet and red from his attention. So beautiful.
I try to pull his mouth to mine, but he has other ideas. He rains kisses over my ribs, making sure to give the ones that were bruised some extra attention. While I love it, I want his mouth on me. So I demand it.
“Me da um beij.”
“I am giving you kisses.”
“On my lips.”
“Heading there, querida,” he assures me, smiling against my stomach before nibbling on my hip.
Okay, yeah. My mouth can wait a little while. He sits back and looks at me as he pulls my pajama bottoms and panties off. His erection is fighting against his briefs, and I can’t wait to help him out with that. I lick my lips and see his eyes widen and lips quirk up before he looks down and pets me. There’s no other word for it as he lightly runs his fingers over me, again and again.
“Que lindeza,” he whispers, almost reverently as he looks down at where his fingers are teasing me.
“You think my pussy is pretty?”
“Sim. All of you is pretty, Kitten.”
“Is that why you’re petting me?”
He slides a finger inside my folds, pressing down on my clit as my hips fly up. “Better?” he asks, his hot breath blowing against my entrance.
“Yes. Mais. Por favor.”
“Com prazer.” With pleasure.
His mouth descends on me, and his tongue is inside of me. His finger is still pressing on my clit and I run my fingers through his hair the way he likes. I’ve had men go down on me before, but none have done it with the enjoyment Joel seems to be getting from it. He’s smiling as he takes small sips on my clit and moaning as he licks into me. I can barely control my hips as he scrapes his teeth over me, and then without warning, I explode.
There’s no other word for it. I see flashes of white behind my eyes, and I can feel pleasure all the way from my head to my toes. Every nerve in my body has come alive and is singing a song of joy. He doesn’t stop licking and sucking on me as it goes on and on. I’m afraid I may pass out, but there’s no way I’m going to stop it. Finally, my body starts to calm down, and where’s he’s got his mouth on me is too sensitive for any more attention.
“I can’t…Joel…you have to stop.”
“You can come again.”
“It’s your turn.”
“There are no turns. I got so much pleasure out of doing that to you. Could you not tell?”
“I could tell. It was magnificent. I want you to come now. Na minha boca.” I
n my mouth.
“Porra.”
“That, too.”
“How about that first? I want to be inside of you when I come. You can play with my cock later.”
“I have to work,” I tell him with a pout. I really want to get back to training, but I also really want to stay in bed with him.
“We’ve got all night once you get off work.”
“You’ll come over again?”
“Claro.”
“There are condoms in the drawer,” I tell him, pointing towards it.
“For us?” he asks, and I know what he’s really asking.
“Yes. I bought them for us.”
“Perfeitos. O seu são perfeitos, meu Gatinha.”
“I’m far from perfect, Joel.”
“Sim. Yes. You are. You’re perfect for me,” he tells me, rolling the condom on his very nice sized cock, and then climbing over me. I’m pretty sure he’s perfect for me, too.
* * *
Joel
After Sierra and I made love in her bed, and then again in her shower, I walked her down to her car, where we made out for several more minutes. Her friends interrupted us, which is probably a good thing, since I’m not sure we would’ve stopped otherwise.
I laughed at everyone’s good natured teasing, while Sierra flipped them off and blushed. I’m glad she has good friends. I have good friends, too, and I need to check in with one of them. I instruct my Bluetooth to make the call, and wait for him to answer.
“Hi, Joel.”
“Olá, Marcus. Como vai?”
“I’m good. You?”
“We’re practicing English today?” I ask him with a laugh.
“Yes. I have an international meeting in a couple of weeks. I want to be ready. You’re one of the only people I can practice with, and not look weak.”
Marcus has been one of my closest friends all of my life. When my parents were moved to the U.S. as diplomats, we never lost touch. His family owns a large conglomerate of businesses throughout Brazil, and he just took over the company a few months ago. I know he is facing challenges from many who think he’s too young and inexperienced to run things, but I have faith in him. I wouldn’t have invested in the company if I didn’t.