Chapter 141: Heavy quiet after

"Why should it have to be now?" Tom gritted inwardly as he stared at Josie’s name on the bright screen, while the bracelet feedback was still hovering in his vision.

That information about Josie’s arousal was so tempting...

For a split second the interruption almost won. Then Sienna shifted under him, and his eyes went to her. Seeing how her gown was still pushed up, her mouth looking all swollen from the rough kissing and her eyes waiting in raw need... Tom made his decision.

"Not now," he muttered.

He closed the screen and let the phone fall face down onto the seat. Then he grabbed Sienna like the pause had only made him worse.

His hand caught the side of her neck and his mouth crashed back onto hers with open hunger. Sienna reciprocated immediately, a broken sound leaving her throat as she kissed him back just as hard, her fingers clutching at his jacket while her body lifted into him without pride left to manage the movement. The car filled again with heat and rushed breathing.

Tom adjusted her against the door, shoved the gown higher, and freed himself fully. There was nothing soft in the way he lined up against her. When he pushed in, it was one firm thrust that forced a gasp out of Sienna’s mouth and made her head tip back against the window. She was wet enough to take him, but the stretch still dragged a stunned sound from her as her body locked around the sudden fullness.

Tom did not give her time to settle into elegance.

He drew back and drove in again, hard and fast, the rhythm was already rough from the start. The confined space made every movement sharper.

Sienna moaned against his shoulder, then against his mouth when he kissed her again, her hands grabbing at him like she needed the force as much as he needed the release. There was no sweetness in it. Only hunger, friction, and the ugly relief of two people who had denied each other too long for complicated reasons.

He fucked her in short, deep strokes, one hand still at her neck, the other braced beside her. Sienna’s composure cracked openly now. Her thighs trembled around him. Her breath kept breaking into helpless sounds she would never have allowed herself in a calmer hour. When the climax hit her, it tore through her fast.

She clenched hard around him and came with a choked cry, body jolting under the black gown, fingers digging into his back as if she could not decide whether to pull him closer or survive him.

Tom kept moving through it, his jaw tightening... He wasn’t finished. And from the look of things, he wouldn’t be able to finish inside this car.

He continued though, trying to see if he would be able to reach orgasm. After a moment of realizing that he wouldn’t be able to handle her as his body wanted, for the release, he slowed down slightly...

"Inside?" he asked in a rough voice.

Sienna nodded at once, still breathing hard. "Yes."

They stayed like that for one more second, joined and panting, before he pulled out. The loss of contact left both of them visibly unsteady. Tom fixed himself just enough to move. Sienna smoothed her gown down with shaking hands and only then realized her panties were still in the car. She left them there. There was no grace left for retrieval.

They stepped out from opposite sides of the vehicle and walked towards the entrance like they had both forgotten something inside the house and was going in to get in a hurry.

The guards at the entrance greeted them.

Neither Tom nor Sienna managed words. They only nodded and continued into the house, the air between them was still charged and unfinished. And luckily, the living room was empty. No staff in sight, no interruption waiting.

Sienna’s first instinct turned toward her own room whereas, Tom was already heading for his. For a moment the old pattern tried to reassert itself. Then she followed him instead, silently.

They got into the room and Tom slammed the door shut.

The second the privacy sealed, the hunger returned without conversation. Tom grabbed her again and kissed her hard, walking her backward until the backs of her thighs hit the bed. He pushed her down onto it and came over her at once, his mouth on hers while his hands were already dragging the gown up again. Sienna pulled at his clothes with equal urgency, all remaining polish gone from her movements. She wanted him back inside. That much was obvious in the restless way her hips lifted and her hands refused stillness.

When Tom entered her the second time, it was deeper and rougher for the space they now had. Sienna cried out into the kiss, then turned her face aside as the pace became punishing.

There was no attempt to make it beautiful. Tom took her like a man with scores to settle under his skin - every thrust seemed to be carrying the memory of distance, contempt, pride, and the long stretch of being unwanted in the same house. His grip returned to her neck, firm enough to dominate without cutting off her breath completely.

Sienna’s reaction was immediate.

"Yes," she mumbled, eyes half-lidded, her mouth open. "Yes... yes..."

The words spilled out of her with no dignity left to restrain them. She loved being used like that. Tom had known it already from the nights she brought other men into the house, from the shameless volume and the way she responded to being ordered and handled. Feeling it under his own hands now only drove him harder. He squeezed her neck a little tighter and fucked into her with relentless rhythm, watching her break under it.

Sienna moaned louder, then softer, then louder again as another climax started gathering in her. Her legs locked around him. Her hands grabbed at the sheets, then at his shoulders, then at anything that could keep her from coming apart too fast. When she came the second time, it was messier than the first; her body seized, her voice cracked, her cunt clenched around him in helpless waves.

Tom followed hard after her.

His final thrusts lost rhythm completely as release tore through him. He buried himself deep and came with a rough sound against her cheek, his body going rigid over hers, the force of it emptying months of restrained appetite into the one woman who had spent so long pretending he was beneath notice.

For a while after, neither of them moved much.

Their breathing filled the room in uneven pulls. Sienna lay on the bed with her gown still bunched around her waist, her hair disordered and the mark of his grip faintly present at her neck.

The composed woman from the restaurant was gone from her face. What remained looked newly used and too exhausted to rebuild pride immediately.

Tom eased down beside her, his chest still rising hard, every thought had been erased from his mind. For the moment, there was only the heavy quiet after rough sex.

Sleep took them like that.