Tempt Me (Tease Me Book 2) (2 page)

She bit her bottom lip. Fuck, I liked when she did that. “Can you take me shopping?” she asked, hopeful.

I shook my head. “Not today,
chica
.”

“Tomorrow?”

I gave her a half smile. “Perhaps. There is some business I have to attend to. But we’ll see.”

She smiled and nodded before disappearing into the bathroom. I picked up the house phone, calling for my staff to bring Ellie clothes. Then I went to my desk inside the sitting area of the master bedroom, unlocking a hidden drawer and pulling out a notebook. I wrote things down long hand; I didn’t like knowing hackers could get onto a computer and steal anything, even though I had hired my own hackers to set up my computer systems. We lived in a digital world. Some were still surprised how many sales were made over the Internet.
 

I kept lists and files on the computer. It was easier and more organized. I only wrote down the most important info, stuff that I wouldn’t forget but needed to write down just to clear my head. I looked over my notes for the big deal going on.

My mind started to wander. Ellie was in the shower. Naked. Wet. Warm. I closed my eyes, leaning back in the leather chair. I hadn’t seen her totally naked yet. The first time I fucked her she was wearing only a thin robe. It was untied, draped off her shoulders. Thinking of that turned me on. I stood, wanting to join her in the shower.

I shook my head and sat back down. No. I needed to concentrate on work. I had negotiations to do in just an hour. I couldn’t guarantee a quickie.

Ellie was like a drug to me. I couldn’t take one hit and walk away. I wanted more, and each time I got it I wanted a bigger, better high. I wanted to draw it out, fuck her every way, tasting her, trying her any way I wanted…but it was more than that. I didn’t want to admit it to myself, but there was no denying this life was wearing on me, that it wasn’t really what I wanted. I shook my head. I had put too much into this, had come this far, to the point of no retreat. I was too far in. I couldn’t get out even if I tried. For now, Ellie and her fantastic pussy would have to do.
 

A knock on the door broke me from my dirty reverie. I stood, readjusting my junk, and strode to the door. Jose, one of my butlers, held a tray.

“
Para la señora
,” he said, nodding his head.

“
Gracias
,” I told him and picked up the silver tray. Jose’s eyes flicked behind me for a second then he turned and went down the hall. I knew my staff was curious about my life. They knew what I did, of course, and they knew to keep their damn mouths shut. I couldn’t blame them for wanting to know what went on behind my closed doors, but I could get pissed about it.

Pissed enough to take care of the problem in such a way that I wouldn’t have to worry about them spilling whatever secrets they picked up during their time here. And they all knew it. I paid them well and expected the best. I always got what I wanted. I set the tray on the dresser and closed the door.
 

I only made it a few feet when there was another knock.

“
Señor
?” someone called. I recognized the voice as Lupe, the maid. I opened the door and waved her in. I retreated back to my desk, finding myself sketching in the notebook while Lupe changed the sheets and made my bed. Lupe was a stout, older woman who wasn’t afraid to huff and sigh dramatically while she cleaned.
 

I heard the silver chain clatter to the floor and Lupe let out a string of profanity, muttering about how I needed to stop having one-night stands and settle down. I rolled my eyes. I knew my mother confided in her about her fears of never having grandchildren.
 

“I’ll come back later,” she said after the bed was made. “And finish when the room isn’t…isn’t occupied.”

“Thank you,” I said, looking up from the notebook. I blinked, feeling a little disoriented. I flicked my eyes back down, looking at what I had drawn. I tipped my head, frowning at the smudged lines.
 

Art was my escape, though it wasn’t an escape I took very often. Before I knew for sure that I would take over the family business, I had dreams of being an artist. They were unrealistic dreams, I will admit, thinking that I could live off my family’s money, running the business on the side while I painted and drew during the day and fucked women and partied at night.

I sighed and tore the page out of the notebook, setting the drawing down on the desk. It was a rough sketch of a woman looking at the ocean. I wanted to paint Ellie someday. Paint her naked and standing by the shore, the wind blowing her hair around her face, her nipples pert from the cold ocean water splashing around her feet…

“Alejandro?”

I stood and shook my head. “What do you need,
chica
?” I asked. I slipped the notebook inside the drawer, locked it, and hid the key. I strode through the sitting room.

“Clothes,” she said, loosely holding a towel around her body. Water dripped from her hair. Her eyes met mine, and she smiled. I took a deep breath and went to her.

“No,” I whispered, taking the towel in my hands. “You don’t.” I pulled the towel from around her and let it drop to the floor. Her skin was red from the hot water.

“So,” she said parting her legs and stepping closer. My cock hardened. “Now what?”

“Now what?” I echoed, unsure what she was asking.

“Now that I’m yours, that I’ve given myself to you…what do I do?”

I leaned in, feeling the heat from her skin on my face. “You do what I tell you,
chica
,” I whispered and kissed her neck. Ellie shuddered and pulled me to her. She closed her eyes, waiting to be touched.

“Not now,” I told her in a hushed voice. “Patience,
chica
.”
 

“When?” she asked, on the verge of begging. “When can I have you again?”

“I will have
you
whenever I want,” I reminded her. She took in a deep breath and nodded. “I have work to do,” I added softly.

“What do I do?”

“Stay here.”

She tightened her grip on me. “I know. But…”

“Stay here. Don’t leave the house.”

“Can I go on the balcony?” she asked. “I want to see the ocean.”

“You can,” I said. “You are free to do as you please on the property.”

She smiled. “Thank you.”

I wanted to tell her that she shouldn’t thank me yet, that she might regret being mine. That my life wasn’t what she thought it was. That being a leader of cartels was more work than play, that the dangers weren’t sleek and sexy like you see in movies. But I didn’t. If I admitted that to her, I would be admitting it to myself, and I wasn’t ready to do that. Not yet.
 

Instead, I shoved her against a wall and put my mouth to hers. She let out a small gasp. She was so warm, so ready for me.
 

My hard dick pressed into her. She tipped her head down, pushing her tongue into my mouth. Fuck. I was hard. She inched her hand down and took a hold of my wrist. Then she moved my hand to her breast. To hell with no distractions before the meeting. There was no way I was passing this up.

CHAPTER THREE

ELLIE

ALEJANDRO RUBBED his palm over my breast, my hard nipple rolling against his hand. He drew it back, pinching my nipple between his index finger and thumb. He pulled, and pain shot through me. Pain that quickly turned into pleasure.

I was still hot from the shower. Beads of water ran down my hair, dripping onto Alejandro’s shirt. He pressed his lips to my neck and sucked my skin. My eyes closed, and I curled my fingers into his flesh.
 

He slid his hand down my stomach, his finger tracing my slit.
 
I wanted him in me already…and we just got started. I leaned back, resting my head on the wall. I let my hands drop from his shoulders to his waist and stuck my hands inside his shirt.
 

Alejandro pinched my nipple again before moving that hand down as well. Oh fuck. Both of his hands hovered over my pussy. I inhaled, holding my breath as I waited for him to touch me.

But he just held his hands there, teasing me. He bit my neck, and I shivered. I pushed my hands into his jeans, running them around the hem until I found the button. I undid it, pulled down the zipper, and stuck my hand inside.
 

He was so hard, and the tip of his dick was wet. I smeared the precum down, using it to lubricate his shaft as I pumped my hand. I tilted my pelvis up, grinding against his hand.

Suddenly, he put his hands on my shoulders, shoving me hard into the wall. His eyes narrowed, and he slid one hand over my collarbone, wrapping his fingers around my neck.

“When are you going to learn to be patient?” he asked through gritted teeth. He stepped closer. The end of his dick stuck out from his unzipped pants. The warm, wet tip pressed against my stomach. My cunt trembled.
 

“It’s so hard,” I panted.

“What’s hard?” he demanded. His fingers were still around my neck, but his grip was soft. He leaned in again, flicking my earlobe with his tongue.

“Being patient,” I said. “And…” I tightened my grip on his dick. “And you. You’re so hard. So hard…so big.”

“Who am I hard for?” he whispered.

“Me,” I said. “You’re hard for me.” I took in a deep breath, moaning. He lightly ran his finger over my clit. “You’re so hard for me. You want me.” I opened my eyes and put my hands on his waist, pulling him to me. I arched my back and lifted a leg up, wrapping it around him. “You want inside my pussy.”
 

Alejandro groaned, and I felt his dick pulse against me. His heart sped up, and he put his mouth to my neck again, sucking so hard it hurt.

“But,” I said, pushing him away, “you don’t get my pussy yet.”

“I don’t?” he mused, not taking his mouth away from me. “How can I get it?” He loosened his grip on my neck. Fuck yeah. He was playing along.
 

“Touch yourself,” I whispered. “I want to watch.”
 

Alejandro smiled deviously. Then he picked me up, tossed me over his shoulder, and threw me onto his bed. I tried to sit up, but he shoved me down. My heart started pounding. I was hot, so hot my chest was flushed. My cheeks were warm and my core even warmer. I propped myself up on my elbows, legs spread. Alejandro took off his pants then got onto the bed, crawling over me.
 

He stopped halfway and pushed up onto his knees. I ran my eyes over his large, veiny cock. Holy fuck, I wanted it. My inner walls tightened as I prepared for it and all its length to slide inside me, filling me.

Alejandro looked right into my eyes as he reached down and wrapped his fingers around his shaft. My heart sped up. I had never seen a man touch himself like that before. He moved his hand slowly, going all the way to the tip then back down. I reached for him.

“Not yet,” he said, pushing my hand away. He stroked his cock. I stared at the tip, licking my lips. It gleamed, wetness dripping down, so ready to push inside me. I was so busy devouring his cock with my eyes that I didn’t notice his other hand until his fingers pushed inside me.

I moaned, throwing my head back. Alejandro pressed his fingers against me, finding the spot that sent me over the edge. Oh fuck! He worked his fingers faster, all the while jerking himself off.

I bent my legs up, toes curling into the mattress. He twisted his wrist and put his thumb on my clit, moving it in slow circles. Oh my God. It was instantly amazing. I put my fingers on my stomach, sweeping my hand up to my breast, fingertips finding my nipple.

Tingles of pleasure rippled through me as I touched my breast. Alejandro kept rubbing me, his fingers sliding against my g-spot, until I was on the brink of coming.

“Ellie,” he commanded. “Look at me.” I opened my eyes, breath coming out in huffs. “Give me your hand, Ellie.”

I reached up. Alejandro took my hand, placing it on his cock. He shoved his fingers deeper inside me and inched one near my asshole. I gasped.
 

“Stroke me,” he ordered, his little finger circling my asshole. I pumped my hand up and down a few times before I was hit with pleasure, erupting from my cunt and traveling down my legs. “Stroke my cock,” he ordered again.

“I…I can’t…” I said, overtaken with pleasure—again.

“You can and you will,” he commanded. I nodded and moved my hand up and down again, putting my thumb on the tip and swirling it around. “Do it or I’ll stop.”

I didn’t want that. Not when I was so…so… “Fuck!” I screamed. My hand fell to the bed, and I twisted the sheets in my grasp as I came, pussy spasming and contracting. Holy fuck, it was wonderful.

“We’re not done yet,
chica
,” Alejandro said and moved off the bed. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me down. Then he went to the side of the bed and hooked his hands under my arms, pulling me so that my head hung over the side.

I was still squirming from the orgasm he had just given me. I lay there, head hanging and the world spinning, while Alejandro leaned over, his hard cock in my face. He grabbed my ankles and brought my feet together, bending my knees so that my legs were out, opening my pussy.
 

He widened his stance and moved his hips. I opened my mouth and took him in. He pushed his cock until it hit the back of my throat. I gagged.

“Relax,
chica
,” Alejandro said. He reached over me, resting one hand on the mattress at my side. He slipped his other hand down my thigh, fingers entering my hole. As soon as he started to finger-fuck me, he slowly began to fuck my mouth as well.

Holy Lord, I was full. He rubbed my clit, which was swollen and hot and pulsing with pleasure. I moaned, reaching up and behind me to cup his balls as I sucked him off. Blood rushed to my head, making me dizzy. Alejandro stuck three fingers inside me, vigorously thrusting his hand into my pussy.
 

He hit my g-spot, and I lost it. It took everything I had not to bite down on Alejandro’s big dick. He took his fingers out of me the second the orgasm hit, moving them to my clit. Another jolt of ecstasy went through me, so intense it felt like electricity rippling along my skin. My ears rang, and I thought I was going to pass out.