Devour Me, Baby - A Yeah, Baby Novella

Sienna whimpered and started rocking her ass back into my face as I continued to fuck her with my tongue. Her sounds of pleasure escalated. “Yes!! Oh yes, Owen! Yes!”

It spurred my need, and I knew I wouldn’t hold out much longer. Reaching around her thigh and in between her legs, I pinched her clit while my tongue thrust hard inside her. She shuddered once, then screamed my name as she shattered.

There was no time for me to savor her orgasm, I needed to be inside her before I lost my fucking mind. Surging to my feet, I unbuckled my belt and wrenched down my zipper. My cock sprang free, relieved to be out from its agonizing confinement. I wasted no time spreading Sienna’s cheeks again and slamming in until I was buried to the root.

She was still in the throes of her orgasm, and her walls gripped my cock as they pulsed with each shudder. It was like a million tiny tongues licking my shaft and I groaned in ecstasy. It was difficult to pull out, but I fought the suction until only the tip was in, then pushed back in hard. She screamed, and though she hadn’t fully come down from her last orgasm, she spiraled up again.

My ass clenched tight as I fought the tingling at the base of my spine, not ready to let go. I pressed on her thighs to widen her stance as far as I dared without causing her to fall. It allowed me to sink even deeper inside her, and the angle caused my dick to drag along her most sensitive inner spot every time I went in and out. Bending forward, I covered her hands with my own and started thrusting, bottoming out every time.

“Fuck, you feel good, baby,” I panted. “You’re pussy is so fucking tight, Sienna, I can barely pull out. Fuck yes! I want your cream all over my cock. Take me deeper, baby. I know you can—fuck! Oh, fuck yeah.” She bore down and I lost my steady rhythm, pounding in and out frantically.

Suddenly, she threw her head back, her body arching, and screamed. She came so hard, her pussy was like a vice, squeezing me so tight I saw stars. I couldn’t do anything but follow right behind her. With a shout, my cock exploded inside her, filling her womb with my seed and I continued to pump shallowly, pushing in every last drop.

Once I felt a little more in control, I let go of her hands and cupped her tits, lifting her upper body and pressing her back to my chest. I kissed her neck, nibbling with little licks and bites. “There isn’t anywhere I’d rather be than inside you, baby,” I mumbled. I could feel her distended nipples scraping my palms through her bra and shirt. Her ass bucked into my groin when I twisted and plucked them, and I was instantly hard again.

I pulled out and lifted her off the chair, then maneuvered us so I was sitting and she was impaled on my dick once again. “Ride me, Sienna,” I demanded. Her brown eyes burned with fire as she grabbed onto my shoulders and did what she’d been told.

Later, after I’d made her come twice more, I cleaned us both up in the little bathroom. I picked her up and cradled her in my arms, returning to my desk and settling her in my lap after dropping into my chair.

Sienna ran a finger down the center of my chest and buried her face in my neck. I felt her tongue dart out and lick me, causing me to groan. “Behave, Sienna,” I growled. “Or you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

“Not that I mind satisfying your craving.” Her voice was muffled against my skin and I felt her cheeks rise with a smile. “But, maybe next time you could be my snack instead.”

I sucked in a breath as a visual of my woman, on her knees under my desk, her plump lips wrapped around my cock while I worked, popped into my head. A bulge sprang up in my pants, right under Sienna’s sweet ass. I closed my eyes tight and tried to focus.

“Baby, my body is all yours,” I grunted. “But, I have something I want to talk to you about first.”

She laid her head on my chest, tucked under my chin, and sighed when my arms closed around her. “What’s up?”

“I got the contract for that reality show I’m going to be a judge on. We’ve negotiated the dates I’ll need to be there, and I’m taking you with me.”

“I’ve got class, Owen,” she protested, but I could hear the disappointment in her tone.

I hugged her tight and smiled, excited to tell her what I’d worked out with them. “We’ll be filming next week, over your spring break, baby. I wouldn’t have even considered going if it meant I had to leave you. These shows film in a shorter amount of time than the audience realizes since the episodes only air once a week.”

Sienna sat back and beamed at me. “Wow. You really want me with you that much?”

I frowned at her, surprised that she questioned my need for her. I was fucking obsessed with her and could barely stand to share her, let alone be away from her when she was at school. Some days I couldn’t get through it and ended up driving to campus and working in my car in front of the science building until she was done. Then I’d text her that I would pick her up and drive up as though I’d just arrived. I didn’t want to scare her with my fanatical need for her, but she shouldn’t be questioning my devotion.

That reminded me of the little box in my desk. I didn’t want any son of a bitch assuming she wasn’t taken and hitting on my woman. I would more than likely put them in the fucking hospital. So, I made a split-second decision. She deserved a romantic proposal, and I intended to make that happen when we returned. But, for the moment, I needed to brand her as mine.

Swiveling slightly in my chair, I opened the top drawer on the left and retrieved the little blue box. “I want you to wear this while we’re there,” I said as I opened it, removed the ring, and slid it on her finger.

8

Sienna

The ring was undeniably gorgeous. Breathtaking even. Owen’s non-proposal... not so much. Quite the opposite really. Staring down at the biggest diamond ring I’d ever seen before, I almost flinched away from him—the pain was that intense. “You want me to wear this while we’re in California?”

“Yes.” His finger rubbed my skin, just above where the ring rested. Goosebumps spread across my arm and for the first time since we’d met, I wanted to curse my reaction to him.

“Why?” I rasped out.

“Because—”

Between the strange pause and the strangled sound of his voice, my head jerked up so I could search his face. His green eyes were locked on my finger, more specifically the ring that encircled it.

Maybe there was more to his request than it first sounded like there was? My heart started to beat wildly in my chest.

“It will make things easier.”

And there went any hope that the ring meant anything.

“I don’t understand. How will me”—I yanked my hand out of his grasp and waved it under his nose—“wearing this monstrosity make things easier?”

“Monstrosity?” he growled, rising to his feet as he set me on the desk in front of him.

“Look at how big it is!” I growled right back. I wasn’t really upset about the size of the ring, but I also wasn’t going to tell him why I was so pissed off. But if I kept taking pot shots at him or the ring, then he was bound to know I was upset. And once he knew, there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d let me get away with not telling him what was wrong. I needed to get a handle on my anger first. “Damn. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called it a monstrosity. The ring is big, extremely big, but it’s also extremely beautiful.” I cocked my head to the side as I stared at it, thinking out loud. “Especially when you consider how a natural diamond is formed. All those years under extreme heat and pressure, changing how the atoms in the carbon bond together. And if the temperature isn’t between nine hundred and thirteen hundred degrees Celsius or the pressure isn’t between forty-five and sixty kilobars, the carbon turns to graphite instead. There’s one heck of a difference between pencils and diamond engagement rings like this, that’s for sure.”

“Sienna,” he interrupted.

“Eep! Sorry for geeking out on you.” I felt my cheeks heat.

His green eyes twinkled.

“I love it when you get so excited talking about something that you chatter nonstop.” He brushed a soft kiss against my lips. “Can I assume this means you like the ring?”

“I do,” I whispered. “But I still don’t understand how me wearing it makes anything easier.”

“Taping these kind of shows can be intense since they cram so much into such a short period of time. I’ll want you by my side as much as possible.”

“I’m not just your... girlfriend.” I stumbled over the last word since it felt weird calling myself that, even though it was true. “I’m your assistant, too. Wouldn’t it make sense for me to be nearby in case you need anything?”

“I want you closer than an assistant would need to be, Sienna.” He trailed his fingertips up the inside of my thigh, leaving me in no doubt of what he meant. I blushed furiously, thinking about how awkward it would be for us to be all over each other in front of strangers who’d judge me for being his assistant and sleeping with him. I already felt weird knowing that Andy knew what we were up to when we were together in his office a lot of the time, and she’d never been anything but supportive. So maybe he was right about the ring making things easier while we were in Hollywood. It didn’t make it hurt any less, but at least I understood his reasoning a little better.

“Plus, the producers are sticklers for secrecy. You’ll have to sign an NDA, no matter what, but they’ll give you more freedom as my fiancée than they would as my assistant.”

“Well, then I guess I’d better where it while we’re there.”

For the first time ever, I was thankful for mid-term exams because they gave me the excuse I needed to distance myself from Owen. The Thursday and Friday before we were scheduled to leave, I had tests which accounted for a big chunk of my grade in several classes. I’d told Owen that I needed extra time to study, and he’d been completely fine with it—as long as I did my studying in my office instead of the library on campus. It didn’t give me as much distance as I’d hoped for, but it was enough for me to get past the sting of hurt I’d still been feeling over the ring incident.