Tease Me(23)

“Are you all right?” I couldn’t help myself. The words slipped through me. I put my phone back in my pocket and reached for her.

Motherfucker.

She rocked back, sitting on her ass. The nightgown was twisted around her waist, exposing her cunt. I bit the inside of my cheek and knelt down.

Gently, I took her chin in my hand and tipped her head up. She had a small gash along her hairline. Bright blood dripped down. She looked at the blood on her hand, still surprised at what happened.

“For the record,” I said and stood, “I didn’t do that.” I strode into the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth. I turned on the faucet, waiting a few seconds for the water to warm up before I wet the rag. I went back over to her, kneeling down again. Gently, I pressed the washcloth to her head. She winced from the pain.

“Thanks,” she said, reaching up. Her fingers slid over the back of my hand. A shiver made its way through me. I had to fight the urge to physically tremble. She held onto the rag, and I moved my hand away.

I stood, mind whirling. “Don’t get blood on the floor,” I added and took one last look, resisting the urge to rush to her, scoop her up, and gently place her on the bed, blotting on her wound. Then I’d fuck the shit out of her. I could see down her gown. Her nipples were still hard. When she straightened up, her legs parted, flashing her sweet pussy, teasing me.

My boner was back, my dick aching to push inside her hole. I wanted to taste her, to feel her, all of her, inside and out. I wanted to take her hand and force it to cup my balls and shove her head into my lap, pushing my cock into her wet mouth.

She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall. I blinked and left the room. I strode past the guard and moved quickly down the hall. I held the image of Ellie’s pussy in my mind.

Fuck. I wanted to come. Hard. So bad. I wanted her to rub her perfect tits over my dick until I came all over her chest. I rushed into my room, closing the door behind me.

I reached down, my hand rubbing over the bulge in my pants, and I shuddered. I pulled off my belt. I hadn’t felt this close to coming without being inside a woman since I was a youth. I pushed my jeans down just enough to whip out my member. I pumped my hand up and down, spreading the precum over my shaft.

The way she hated me, told me to go to hell and meant it…it burned me up inside. When her hand wrapped around my neck, I knew what I wanted, what I’d been craving all this time. I wanted a challenge.

My head tipped back. I moved my hand faster. I came, semen dripping down my hand and onto the floor. And yet I didn’t feel satisfied.

What the fuck had Ellie Morgan done to me?





Chapter 12: Ellie





I sat on the bed, shaking. What the fuck had just happened? I pulled the blankets over my legs and removed the ice pack from my forehead. The bleeding had stopped, but I still felt shocked.

Things had escalated fast—so fast. Alejandro came into the room, his questioning innocuous. Then he touched me, oh God, it felt so good and all he did was run one finger over my collarbone. If only he touched more of me…

My pussy quivered.

I closed my eyes and let out a breath. Part of me was mad I pushed him away. If I hadn’t, we could be having sex right now. My mouth was suddenly dry. I opened my eyes and looked around the room.

He wanted me. That was obvious. When his erection pressed against me, I wanted him too. I wanted him to tease me, to make me want him.

“Fuck,” I muttered.

Just minutes after he had left the room, someone came in to attend to my wounds. All I needed was a Band-Aid and an icepack, nothing serious. Was that enough to prove Alejandro cared about me?

I set the icepack on the nightstand and thought back on the last twenty-four hours. My life had gone from disappointingly boring to…to this. I sighed. Holy hell, things could change fast. I turned off the light and lay down, even though I wasn’t tired. I’d done nothing but sit around all day. Well, that and try on the clothes the maid brought me. Everything was new, and everything was my size…and everything was expensive, revealing, and beautiful.

The door opened, startling me. Alejandro stood in the doorway. He looked stressed, his beautiful face pulled down with worry. Whoever called him must not have had good news.

He leaned on the doorframe, looking bored but so fucking sexy at the same time.

“How’s your head?” he asked.

My heart fluttered. “I’m okay.” I reached up and touched the small cut. “Nothing major.”

“Good,” he said and crossed his arms. His shirt was tight around his biceps. I pressed my lips together, ignoring the rush of warmth that went between my legs.

“What are you doing?” I asked, voice weak.