Tease Me (12 page)

Alejandro took the AK47 from around his neck
and set it on the floor. Then he took off his pants and crawled
into bed, pressing his naked body on top of me.

“
You are mine, Ellie. Now
that you have given yourself to me, I own you.”

I just nodded, too drunk with bliss to make
sense of his words. His hands landed on either side of my waist. He
bowed his head down and stuck out his tongue, slowly licking a
trail up from my navel to my nipple.

I tossed my head back, moaning as he sucked
at my nipple. He grabbed my wrists and forced them over my head,
pressing them into the headboard. His cock rubbed against my
stomach, and I shuddered. He reached over, taking something from
the nightstand next to the bed.

“
Be still,” he instructed.
Sleek silk graced my wrists. He bound them together then tied my
hands to the headboard. With a wicked smile, he moved off of me.
Moonlight poured over his naked body.

I bit my lip and looked him over. He was
perfect. From his chiseled jaw to his muscular thighs, every inch
of Alejandro Calaveras was fan-fucking-tastic.

“
Be a good girl and be
quiet,” he whispered. I bent my legs up and nodded. He took a step
back, eyes running over me. He deeply inhaled and turned. He
disappeared into the bathroom. A few seconds later, the shower
turned on.

I panted and relaxed. Holy fucking shit. Had
that really just happened? I tugged against the silk on my wrists
and realized I wasn’t tied tight. I blinked several time and rolled
over, my pussy still hot. My arms twisted uncomfortably above
me.

My eyes landed on the
bathroom door. If Alejandro wanted to tie me up and
not
be able to free myself
and escape, he would have. I dropped my gaze to the gun on the
floor.

Was this a test?

I closed my eyes again, catching my breath.
Then I twisted my hands and pulled them free.

She was better than I ever imagined. The
forbidden fruit, the enemy, the one who had the power to destroy
me. Now that I had a taste, I wanted more.

I tipped my face into the hot water. Her
tightness fit perfectly around my cock, so wet and warm. It took
everything I had not to come right then and there, the moment my
dick entered her pussy.

I shook my head. I shouldn’t be thinking
about her. I shouldn’t want her like this. Not now. Not after my
men caught that little prick in front of my house. He was taking
pictures, gathering information for someone. I could only assume it
was for the Morales. I smiled. The only info they’d be getting was
knowing they needed to hire a better informant.

The immediate threat was gone, but a bigger
issue lay under that. If the Morales were planning action against
me, I had to be ready. I didn’t need Ellie distracting me.

Ellie.

The moonlight illuminated her perfect naked
body. The sound of the waves crashing behind us as I rammed my cock
into her tight cunt. I started to get hard again.

I’d been tempting her for days, and she’d
resisted. What had changed? Had she really gone outside to check on
me? I grabbed the soap and lathered myself up. It didn’t matter
now. She had surrendered to me, allowed me to make her mine.

I take care of what is mine.

I rinsed off and wrapped a towel around my
waist. Steam billowed throughout the bathroom. Knowing Ellie was
tied up in my bed turned me on again. I grabbed a condom from top
drawer in the bathroom and went back into my room.

Ellie wasn’t on my bed.

My heart skipped a beat. She was mine. She
wouldn’t…I cast my eyes around the dark room.

“
Put your hands up,” she
said, her voice honey smooth. She stepped from the shadows. The
robe was tied tightly around her body. “You’re under
arrest.”

Desire burned inside of me. I flashed a smile
and raised my hands. The towel fell from my waist.

“
You have the right to
remain silent,” she continued, moving closer. I parted my legs,
showcasing my cock. She licked her lips and looked at it, almost
melting before going stoic again. “Anything you say or do,” she
whispered and grabbed my wrists. She twisted my arms. I went with
it, allowing her to turn me around. She pushed me into the wall.
“Anything you say or do better make me scream,” she
finished.

My dick pulsed, hard again. I spun around and
picked up Ellie. Her legs went around my waist. She was wet, ready
for round two. I pushed her against the wall. My heart was
hammering for her in a way it hadn’t ever before. I wanted her, all
of her. It wasn’t just her sweet pussy I craved but her entire
being.

How the fuck did she have that effect on
me?

“
You could have run,” I
whispered. She lowered her head, meeting my eyes. “And yet you’re
still here. Why?”

She shook her head. “I don’t know.”

I gently pressed my lips against her neck,
just barely touching her. The tantalizing kiss made her shiver.
“Yes, you do.” I gave her another soft kiss on the neck. “Tell me
why you’re still here.”

Her hand went to the back of my head. She
grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled.

“
Make me come then I’ll tell
you.”

Well, shit. How could I resist that? I was so
hard, my balls tight again. I wanted to come again too. I spun
around and walked to the bed. I threw her down, opened her robe,
and knelt on the floor. I grabbed her ankles and yanked, dragging
her to the edge of the bed.

I parted her thighs and dove in, flicking her
swollen clit with my tongue. I pushed one finger inside of her,
feeling around for her G-spot. I found it quickly.

My dick throbbed. I reached down and touched
it, shocked at how close I was to coming already. Part of me wanted
to jack off right there, feel the instant release. Another part of
me wanted to draw it out, make her come then have her return the
favor.

She reached down, pushing my head into her
cunt. I worked my fingers and my tongue, flicking, rubbing,
sucking. Her legs wrapped around me. I felt her muscles tighten.
She was moaning loudly, unable to control herself from the intense
pleasure.

I didn’t realize I was pumping my hand up and
down on my own cock until I moaned too.

“
Don’t stop,” she muttered,
putting both hands on my head. She spread her legs and curled her
fingers, pulling my hair. My body was acting on its own accord. I
needed to penetrate her. Now.

“
Don’t stop, don’t stop,”
she moaned. “I’m so…so…close.” I let go of my cock and slid my hand
over her thigh. I pushed another finger inside of her and flicked
my tongue even faster. She screamed when she came, body tensing and
shaking.

I pulled my head back, quickly wiping my
face. Ellie’s mouth was open. I stood, dick so hard it was heavy.
My eyes ran over her, mind racing. Unable to resist any longer, I
threw myself over her, forgetting the condom. I slipped inside of
her, letting out a moan as soon as my cock went inside her
slit.

I pulled back then pushed in. Hard. As hard
as I could. I did it again. And again. Ellie was still rigid, her
body in overdrive from the orgasm. I was there, about to come. I
bent my knees and pulled out, falling forward and pulling myself up
and putting my cock on her chest.

Ellie pushed her breasts together,
surrounding my dick. I thrusted against her then came on her tits.
Panting, I let my head drop. My dick pulsed, and semen ran down
Ellie’s chest and onto the sheets. I rolled to the side,
satisfied.

Ellie took off the robe and used it to clean
herself. She tossed the robe on the floor and looked at me, eyes
wide as if she was drunk. I reached for her, taking a gentle hold
of her arm. I tugged her forward, and she moved toward me with
ease.

I spooned my body around hers. She was so
soft, felt so good against me. I moved her hair over her shoulder
and pressed my lips against the nape of her neck.

“
Why didn’t you run?” I
asked again.

Ellie sighed. “I have nothing to run to.”

I slid my finger up and down the curve of her
hip. “I don’t believe that.”

She sighed. “I guess I
should rephrase that to I have nothing
worth
running to.” She put her hand on
top of mine. Despite the up close and personal fucking we had just
done, the gesture was very intimate, and suddenly the mood shifted
from pure sexual enjoyment to something…more.

“
I’m in a dead-end career,
and no one takes me seriously. I have no friends in the city, I
hate my apartment, and I’m months behind on bills. My life is
depressingly boring. And…and I hate what I’ve become.”

Her last words hit home. I
hated what I had become as well. “Why is that,
chica
?”

She took another deep breath then laced her
fingers through mine. I narrowed my eyes, staring at the back of
her head. She was holding my hand like it meant something, like I
was more than the guy who had just fucked the shit out of her to
the point where she couldn’t walk.

I think I liked it, feeling like there was
something between us.

“
I gave up everything to be
a cop. My father’s a cop. I know you know that,” she said quickly.
“So is my brother. I wanted to be like them. I spent my life doing
what I thought I should do, what I thought would make my father
proud. I put all my energy into work. Year after year, I kept
applying for a stupid promotion. And year after year, I got shot
down by my own
father
. Do you know how shitty that makes me feel? Not even dear old
Dad thinks I can be anything more than a glorified Crossing Guard.
My friend used to tell me to do what you love and fuck them all…but
I never could. I did what
they
wanted me to do, and I really fucking regret it. I
wasted my life.”

She twisted on the mattress, turning toward
me. She linked her arm through mine. “I hate being a cop. I hate
being good. Sometimes, I just want to be bad. I want to stop lying
to myself and settling for ‘good enough.’ I don’t want to feel
guilty for going after what I desire.”

I hooked my leg over hers. “And what is it
you desire?”

She closed her eyes. “I want to feel
free.”

That was exactly what I wanted.

But she wasn’t going to know that. Ever. “How
can you feel free here?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I mean
feeling free to be myself? Is that lame?”

It wasn’t, not at all. That’s what I wanted.
That’s what I yearned for. My life had quickly gone from privileged
teen to stressed adult. The transition from one to the other was
fuzzy. Just when had I made the switch?

It all started when my
father died, which was a whole other can of worms to
not
open. Ever. I was a
businessman, and I ran my business well.

“
Not lame,” I said and
pulled the blankets over us. “You want to be here?”

“
I think so.”

“
What if I don’t want
you?”

She opened her eyes for a few seconds. “What
else are you going to do with me?”

“
Kill you.”

She shook her head. “No. You would have
already. Why haven’t you, then?”

“
I wanted to fuck you,” I
said honestly. “And now that I have…”

She tensed, just slightly. “Don’t you want to
do it again?” she whispered, her voice low and seductive.

“
Yes,” I said. Well, I was
being honest after all. “But what I want to do and what I need to
do are two separate things. And when it comes down to it, I always
do what’s in my best interest.”

“
You’re not going to kill
me,” she said, arching her back just enough to cause her nipples to
brush against my arm.

“
You seem sure about that,”
I said, feeling turned on—again—by how brazen she was.

“
I’m hopeful,” she said with
a smile. I couldn’t help but smile back. I debated telling her that
I never had any intention of killing her, that the thought of
hurting her seemed wrong, so wrong. I wanted to fuck her
senseless—repeatedly. But I also wanted to take care of her, which
was so weird to me it made my skin crawl.

*

“
You seem tense.”

I kicked off my shoes and eyed Ellie. She was
leaning against the counter in the kitchen that next day. It was
the first time I’d seen her since I left her naked and sleeping in
my bed that morning. And I had missed her.

I went about business as usual. I was close
to being done setting up here. Then I’d go back to the city, which
I hadn’t told Ellie about. I wondered what she would say. It
bothered me that I was worried about it. It didn’t matter. I did
what had to be done. Her feelings made no difference. I tried to
tell myself that there was nothing special about her, that she
wasn’t anything I couldn’t pay to have.

The fact that she shouldn’t be here made me
want her more. And there was something else, something I couldn’t
put my finger on.

“
Rough day at work?” she
asked, taking a bite of a strawberry. She was wearing tight jeans
that clung to her full ass. She bent over, the seam of her jeans
taut against her pussy. I licked my lips, longing to taste her
again. She had on a black tank top. It hung loosely around her
curves, leaving what was underneath up to my memory from last
night.

She was exquisite. She was lean and muscular
but still had a womanly figure. Her breasts were large with small,
pert nipples. She stomach was flat but still soft and supple. And
her pussy—oh God, her sweet pussy—tightly folded in between long,
smooth legs.