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Teasing Her Marine Master



By Lola Rivera













Night Works Books, LLC

College Station, Texas

Copyright © 2015 by Lola Rivera / Night Works Books, LLC



All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, write to the publisher, addressed “Attention: Permissions Coordinator,” at the address below.



Night Works Books

3515-B Longmire Drive #103

College Station, Texas 77845



Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

Previously published as Tease by Roxie Rivera. This version is revised and expanded.



Cover Photo © 2015 Piotr Stryjewski/


Teasing Her Marine Master/ Lola Rivera – 1

Table of Contents


Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Lola’s Backlist

Chapter One

She was the dirtiest little cock tease he'd ever known.

Mack watched Jolie climb out of the lake and gingerly step onto the boat. Droplets of water glistened on her tanned nubile body. He watched the glimmering beads ride her curves. They followed the swell of her pert breasts and dripped down her lean belly. He took a good, long look at that sweet little ass of hers before it was hidden by the beach towel she wrapped around her wet body.

Swallowing hard, he glanced away and busied himself with turning the boat around and back toward the docks. All day she'd been parading around in progressively skimpier clothing, tempting him with things he couldn't have. He silently berated himself for lusting after the eighteen-year-old daughter of his best friends. God, he was such a filthy fucking pervert! She used to call him Uncle Mack, for crying out loud! And here he was dreaming about that tight, teen pussy of hers sliding up and down his cock.

His balls ached at the very idea of Jolie's wet cunt squeezing his dick. He could just hear the naughty sounds she'd make, the squeals and moans of joy as he pounded her pussy until she came. He'd fill her up with his cum while she screamed his name and—.


Jolie's sweet voice interrupted his salacious thoughts. She stood close enough that he caught the coconut scent of her sunscreen. Her fingertips scorched his wrist. That megawatt smiled made his stomach flip-flop. Her green eyes seemed even brighter this afternoon.

"Yeah?" He finally found his voice. He consciously ordered his cock to behave, demanding the erection he sported to deflate before someone on the boat noticed.

"Can I drive back to the lake house?" She rubbed her fingers over the wheel. The sight of her hand moving over the gleaming wood sent shivers right through him. He wanted that hand on another piece of wood he owned.

"No." The word was gruffer than he'd intended. Her face fell and he hurried to explain. "The water is busy today, Jolie. You've never driven a boat. Some other time when it's not such a big risk."

"Promise?" She turned those doe-eyes on him and stroked his arm.

He gulped down the arousal threatening to choke him. "Promise."

She grinned and sidled closer instead of moving away from him. She unhooked the towel wrapped around her body and dabbed at her skin, wicking away the last bits of dampness. He'd never seen a simple white bikini look so damn hot. It was criminal, really, for any girl to look that good and be untouchable.

"What's on the agenda tonight?" she asked as she finger-combed her long black hair.

He tore his gaze away from her breasts and back to navigating the lake. "Barbecue, I suspect. You know how your dad is about grilling when he's out here."

"It would be nice if he actually knew how to grill." She bent over and dug around in the ice chest. Her heart-shaped ass wiggled as her fingers sloshed through the ice. Heat streaked through his groin and made his dick throb. "Want something?"

Oh, he wanted something all right. Instead, he cleared his throat and nodded. "Soda's fine."

She grabbed a bottle of water and a can of soda and flipped the lid shut. She used a corner of the towel she'd discarded to wipe away the water clinging to the can so it wouldn't be slippery. He was surprised by her considerate gesture. As an only child, she tended toward the spoiled end of the spectrum.

Their fingers touched as she handed him the soda. The electric spark zinged up his arm and across his chest. He fought the urge to rub her knuckles with his fingertip. His gaze skipped to her face. Did she understand the effect she had on him? That mischievous smiled told him all he needed to know.

Jolie opened the bottle of water and took a long, slow drink. She glanced back toward the other end of the boat where her parents were sipping beers and petting one another. "I wonder if they're going to play 'bridge' with the Hendersons tomorrow night."

He didn't miss the way she drew air quotes around the word
. He wondered when she'd figured out that her parents' bridge games weren't actually bridge games but swingers parties. Barbara and Derek were very open with her—too open, for Mack's taste—so she'd probably figured out her parents' love of swinging and cuckolding at a way too early age.

"Did you ever swing with Mom and Dad?"

Mack choked on a mouthful of soda. He swallowed the fizzy fluid and tried to clear his throat with a loud cough. "No."

"Really?" She frowned at him in disbelief. "You're sure?"

"Yeah, Jolie, I'm pretty sure I'd remember having sex with your parents."

"Jeez!" She put up a hand. "No need to shout."

"I didn't shout." He looked over his shoulder to make sure Derek and Barbara hadn't heard him. That was the last thing he needed. The happy couple seemed totally oblivious. He focused his attention on Jolie. "Your dad and I have been friends since basic training. There was no way in hell I was crossing that line with my friend."

"Is that the only line you have?" She turned those earnest eyes on him. Was she really asking what he thought she was asking?

"No." He didn't even want to go there. Those were dangerous waters and he sure as hell wasn't going to wade into them.

"I see." Her soft tone said otherwise. He got the distinct feeling she wasn't going to let this one drop.

"I don't know what game you're playing, Jolie, but it needs to stop." He made sure to lace his warning with the toughness he used with new recruits. "You're wasting your time shaking your little ass in my face and parading around in your bikini."

"Is that so?" She took a step closer, her breasts dangerously close to his chest, and lifted her chin. "And if I slipped my hand right down here," she held his gaze as her palm glided down the front of his t-shirt to the top of his board shorts, "I won't fight a big, hard cock?"

Mack hissed as her smaller hand squeezed him through the stiff fabric of his shorts. Even though it felt so damn good, he backed away quickly and knocked away her hand. "Don't."

She smiled smugly. "I always get what I want, Mack."

"Not this time, Jolie." But even as the words left his lips, he knew it was a lie. She wasn't going to let up. She was going to push and push and push until she got what she wanted. "Just remember, Jolie. We don't always like the things we get."

One perfectly shaped eyebrow lifted. "Is that a dare?"

"More of a caution, young lady."

She laughed and rolled her eyes. "Yes, sir. Sergeant Hartigan, sir!"

The mock salute came across as simply a substitute for shooting him the bird. He waited for another witty remark to leave those pouty lips but she simply shook her head and walked away from him. He watched the sultry swing of her hips as she crossed boat and joined her parents. Turning his attention to the wheel and the wide swath of lake ahead, he tried to forget the wicked feeling of her fingers wrapping around his dick but it was impossible. She'd wormed her way into his mind and wouldn’t leave him be.

Mack gritted his teeth. Of all the women in the world, it had to be her. It had to be the one girl he couldn't touch.

But he could touch her in his fantasies. In that dream-world, she could belong to him. She could be his little cock sucking slut. She could kneel at his feet and worship his dick. She could drape herself over the arm of a couch and offer that tight ass to him. She could be anything he wanted.

As the docks came into view, Mack decided he really needed a long, hot shower. If there was any hope of getting through this week at the lake, he had to exorcise those demons and exorcise them well.

By the time the boat was docked and secured, Jolie had skipped off and disappeared into her parents' lake house. He trudged back to the shared yard with Barb and Derek. There was no shaking the awkward and guilty sensations that plagued him. Even as he discussed steaks and side dishes with his two friends, he was secretly fantasizing about fucking their daughter. If that didn't make him a pervert, he wasn't sure what would.

Safe inside his smaller cabin, Mack headed straight for the bathroom. His cock throbbed mercilessly in his shorts. Every time he closed his eyes, Jolie's face tormented him. The phantom sensation of her hand frisking him made his balls ache.

He whipped back the curtain and turned on the water. He braced for the knock and rattle of the old pipes. He really needed to get a plumber out here. That old water heater was probably on its last leg too. It was always something.

Mack peeled out of his clothes and stepped into the shower. He dipped his head under the pounding stream. Warm water rushed down his back. His eyelids drifted together. The image of Jolie in that white bikini seared his eyeballs. The white triangles barely covered her perky tits. That scrap of fabric clung to her perfect ass and outlined the waxed lips of her hairless cunt. The need to push her thighs apart and bury his face in that sweet pussy overwhelmed him. He wanted to lick and suck and—.

His head lifted at the unexpected squeak of the bathroom door. Someone else was in the house. He glanced around the shower and silently cursed. Of all the places to be ambushed it had to be the fucking shower.

Never one to shrink away from danger, Mack gripped the shower curtain and yanked it back, ready to strike with his balled up fist. But it wasn't an armed intruder who had wandered into his bathroom. No, it was something much, much worse.

"What the fuck are you doing in here, Jolie?" Mack yanked the curtain over to cover himself. "Get out!"

She wrinkled her nose and shook her head. "Nah, I think I'll stay."

Mack's jaw dropped. "I'm not joking, Jolie."

She held his gaze. "Neither am I."

He started to argue with her but then she reached behind her back and tugged on the tied strings keeping her top in place. He gulped as her breasts were revealed. The rosy nipples had hardened to peaks. He licked his lips as the tremble of excitement rocked his core. She pulled on the strings knotted on her hips. The fabric fell from her body. She kicked away her bikini bottoms and stood in front of him in all her naked glory.

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