by Alexis Anne
Contents
Title Page
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Other Books By Alexis Anne
Copyright
Tease
-Volume 2-
By Alexis Anne
http://alexisannebooks.com/
Copyright 2014 by Alexis Sykes
All rights reserved.
Smashwords edition
To N~
For whom I write all the dirty things…
Chapter 1
Wednesday night
I blindly unlocked my door, one hand turning the key, the other fisted in Adam’s shirt, holding his body against mine as I kissed the hell out of him. It was an exceptionally long day at work and all I wanted was to get my hands back on Adam.
His tongue moved deep in my mouth and his leg was bent between mine. I was grinding against his thigh when the lock finally slid free. The door opened behind him and I pushed Adam through, throwing the keys carelessly at the table and dropping my bag on the floor. “Couch,” I commanded.
Adam panted and his eyes were dark. He nodded as I pushed him backward. “Yes ma’am. Need some relief?”
“Shut up,” I said with a shake of my head and pulled my shirt over my head. He did the same just as the couch came up behind him.
He grinned and popped his eyebrows as he dropped his jeans and then hopped effortlessly over the couch. “Come on, Gorgeous. I’m waiting.”
I was naked and on top of him a moment later. He kissed a trail up from my breasts to my lips, when I sank my tongue into his mouth all over again. I was wet, but not incredibly wet the way I needed to be for Adam. So instead of lowering myself down onto his fully erect and waiting cock, I let him kiss me, massaging my ass and hips, as my hands roamed over his muscles.
I loved the feel of his shoulders and biceps, plus he had this scent. It wasn’t cologne or body wash—at least I didn’t think it was—but he always smelled like it. There was a hint of something spicy.
“Do I smell? I just showered.” Adam’s forehead was scrunched up and he was watching me with confusion.
“No,” I replied quickly and stuck my tongue back in his mouth. There was one sure fire-way to shut down conversation with Adam and it involved my tongue and my body.
I pressed down on his cock, letting his large head slide inside enough to find some lubrication. Adam groaned. I sighed and finally began to relax. Somewhere over the course of the day I’d become crazy for exactly what we were doing: more sex with Adam. I would have thought after two intense rounds the night before I would be satisfied, but by lunchtime, my body was aching from the previous night’s activities. It was that dull kind of ache that constantly reminded me how good the sex was and it made me crave more.
“Please tell me you aren’t working late again this week,” he gasped as I sank a little deeper.
“No. Today was the last day. Now shut up and let me fuck you.”
Adam closed his eyes and leaned back against the couch. “Use me and abuse me any way you wish.”
A relaxed Adam was a gorgeous sight to behold. I bit my lip and rocked my hips, grinding all the way down. I was finally full again. That peace I’d found the night before, it was back. My mind was quiet and my whole body was relaxed. I took a moment just to enjoy it.
His hand moved up the middle of my back and stopped to rest between my shoulder blades. When I opened my eyes, Adam was watching me with a lazy look in his eyes. “You are beautiful, Elizabeth.”
“Because I like the way your cock feels?”
“Exactly.”
I rolled my eyes and proceeded to fuck him until he was swearing like a sailor.
An hour later I was lying on the couch while I waited for Adam to return with our dinner from downstairs. So far our arrangement was working out well. Granted we were barely twenty-four hours into it, and Adam was still in town for another ten days, but the sex had been incredible and the complications had been minimal—that complication was my job and it keeping us from staying in bed every minute of the day.
So, not really a complication as much as a reality. I’d managed to clear a few meetings until after Adam’s vacation and handed off grading to my graduate assistant, leaving me more time to enjoy my sex-cation with Adam. Things were working out well, all in all.
I grabbed my phone and called Allison, even though it would be late for her in London.
“What is up?” she droned with a robotic voice. Something she only did when she was drunk or at least solidly buzzed.
“Just checking in. I haven’t talked to you all day.”
“Word. We had meetings all fucking day. By the time we got out, I went straight to the pub. How are you and hottie-pants?” Definitely buzzed.
“Hottie-pants? Is that the best nickname you can come up with?”
She snorted. “I see your challenge and raise you ‘details’. Whatcha got for me?”
Details. Allison wanted me to be friends with Adam. According to her, his vacation time-frame and job on the other side of the world made him a perfect test case for my new life in Calhoun Beach. “He is nice, has a giant cock, an amazing tongue, and likes it a little rough.”
“Not what I meant.”
“His last name is Callaway?”
“Still not what I meant,” her voice dropped an octave with frustration.
“He likes steak, scallops, his coffee with way too much sugar, and thinks bacon is a food group.”
The line was silent for a moment. “Better. Not great, but better.”
I lay there staring at my bookcases. They lined one wall of our living room from my bedroom door to the windows that looked out over the beach. “And he likes to read.”
“Bingo!” She yelled. “Now that is something you can work with.”
“What?”
“Books! Something that isn’t too personal. You can both talk about books and find a connection without it crossing all your safety lines.”
I glanced over the spines and titles sitting on the shelves. “You do have a point. If I get stuck, I will go with books for getting to know Adam Callaway. Happy?”
“Very,” she slurred.
“Perhaps you should go get some sleep…”
“Excellent idea!” she agreed. “Have sweet sex tonight!”
“Good night Allison,” I said just as my door opened.
“Your friend in London?” Adam called as he slammed the door shut.
“Yep.”
“How is she? I love London.”
“She had a long day at work,” I replied as I took the food from him and started laying it out on the coffee table. “How was Mitch?”
Adam grinned and sat down on the floor across from me. “He warned me that you only order the burger and fries when you are running marathons or getting your period. He says he made sure the fries were loaded and both sauces were in the box.”
The amount of sex Adam and I were having was pretty much equivalent to running, so I was craving carbs and protein. There was no doubt in my mind that I was going to devour every bite. “Mitch knows too much about me.”
“I think it’s cute. I’d be jealous if I didn’t know how much he loves his wife.”
I shook my head and rolled my eyes. “Did you go to high school with her, too?”
Adam nodded, sticking a fry in his mouth. “Yeah. She was sweet and Mitch always adored her. I couldn’t imagine either of them with anyone else. So which is it?”
“Which is what?” I asked, confused. My burger was perfect. I poured ketchup, the strange orange sauce Mitch always gave me, and mustard over the beef before carefully arrangin
g the onions and lettuce and replacing the bun.
“Marathon or period?”
I stopped just before taking my first bite and glared at Adam. “I’m carbo loading for more sex. Obviously.” And then I sank my teeth into the first delicious bite of meat. “Oh god. It’s so good.”
Adam swallowed and his eyes zeroed in on my mouth. “You should be careful moaning like that around me.”
I popped my eyebrows and talked with my mouth full of food just to ruin the effect. “Why? Want some of this?”
He shook his head, but his eyes travelled up and locked with mine. “I don’t think you realize how fucking hot it is when you moan. And now that I know how much you do it, all I can think about is fucking you when I hear it. So watch it, Filler. I may get turned on by your burger fetish.”
I took another giant bite and moaned while chewing like a cow. “Hot for me now, baby?”
Adam laughed just I like I wanted him to, and went back to his own food. I noticed how he was examining my apartment as he ate. “I guess I should give you the grand tour. We kinda skipped that the first time.”
“I think I’ve got it figured out.” He pointed at my door. “Your room, this is the living room, the kitchen is over there, and I’m guessing that door is Allison’s.”
“Bingo. You’re like an architectural genius.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “I have heard the term ‘genius’ tossed around with my name before.”
I choked on my food.
“What?” he asked, mocking offense.
I shook my head. “You should really look into finding some self-confidence. Your ego isn’t enormous or anything, Mr. Genius.”
“Just sayin’ it like it is.” He bounced his eyebrows and grinned. “Besides, you seem to enjoy my ego, confidence, and my intelligence.”
I cocked an eyebrow and shrugged my shoulders. “They certainly have their uses.”
He ate a few more bites then stopped and frowned. “Where is your television?”
I shrugged. “We don’t have one out here.”
He stared at me like I’d just said the craziest thing he’d ever heard. “You don’t have a television out here?”
“No,” I said slowly.
“Why?”
“Why do I need one?”
“How else do you watch football?”
I snorted and set the last few bites of my burger down. “That is what the bar is for. Football, wings, beer. No mess, no cooking.”
Adam’s eyes lit up. “You don’t cook, do you?”
Oh geeze. It was like Twenty Questions all of a sudden. At least they were all easy questions. “Not really. I have about three meals I can manage and all three involve cheese.”
“Cheese?” He coughed like I was choking him.
“Grilled cheese, mac and cheese, and cheesy scrambled eggs. Oh! And I can heat up soup from a can. Most of the time.” I cringed thinking about being sick last month and burning chicken noodle soup on the stove top. Mitch and Allison both vowed to never let me forget that one.
“Wow,” Adam looked truly shocked as he took another bite, finishing off his burger. “It really is good you moved in here. You might starve otherwise.”
I rolled my eyes. “Like you can cook.”
“Of course I can. My mother is a world-renowned chef. I grew up in a kitchen.”
I was an idiot. Of course Adam could cook. It was just that in my world, no one cooked. It hadn’t even occurred to me he would know what to do in a kitchen. “Well maybe you should dazzle me with your skills one night instead of getting takeout.”
“I think I will,” he agreed, and then eyed me suspiciously. “What did you eat growing up?”
Alarm bells started clanging in my head. Just mentioning my childhood was enough to make me panic. “Takeout. Sometimes we had a cook. I lived in a lot of hotels and we ate at a lot of restaurants.”
“Right,” he murmured. “You moved around a lot.”
I nodded and shoved the last few bites of burger in my mouth and Adam let the subject drop without any more questions. “So, Mitch mentioned you might need a tour guide.”
“Mitch talks too much,” I swore, closing my box and stacking it on top of Adam’s. I was going to have a special talk with my favorite bartender.
“Well do you?”
“Need a tour guide? No.” I did not want Adam taking our friendship that far outside of the bedroom. Books I could talk about. Food was fairly safe. But going around town? Too much.
“Really? He said you were just complaining about not getting to all the places you monitor for the board.”
Damnit all. Mitch really didn’t know when to shut up. “Well that’s for work. I will get around to it.” I needed to know as much about local history as I did anything else, but I was so busy I hadn’t had a chance to move outside the city limits.
Adam crossed his arms and glared at me. “I’ll have you know I’m a perfect tour guide for that. Passing up on my expertise and local knowledge is just plain dumb—especially if you are only saying no because we’re fucking and you don’t want to cross your ‘boundaries’.” He actually air-quoted the word and rolled his eyes like my desire to keep our relationship in the bedroom was a problem.
“You know the country roads, fish camps, and outer plantations?” I asked incredulously. I could see Adam knowing the local restaurants and bars. Maybe even the stores and markets. But the historical stuff?
“As a matter of fact, I do. Very well.” His voice hardened on the last two words.
“Fine. If we find time, you can show me around a little.”
“How about tomorrow? When do you get off from work?”
Pushy. Why was Adam so hell-bent on showing me around? “I get off at one tomorrow.”
“Perfect. Wear a sundress.”
“What?” Just…what?
He grinned and popped his eyebrows. “Remember when I said I might have an unfulfilled college fantasy or two? Can I pick you up at your office?”
I stared at him for a long minute trying to decide if it sounded like a helluva lot of fun or insane. Considering my week with Adam was supposed to be all about fun, I decided to ignore the fact he’d just told me what to wear. “Fine. I’ll wear a dress tomorrow. Make it count.”
“Excellent. Now, I need to fuck you again.”
“Perfect,” I agreed, standing up and stripping off the t-shirt. “Here?”
“No,” he shook his head. “I really want you in the bed again.”
With a nod, I stalked off toward my room.
Adam was a bit worked up. He was quieter than he had been the night before, more aggressive with his motions, and his mood seemed darker somehow.
I liked it. Something in my own mood had shifted. When Adam and I talked, things always got too personal. No, actually, it wasn’t even that. I just felt too out of control. I never knew what Adam was going to ask next, what secret I might accidentally divulge, or if he would hear something that ended our relationship before I was ready to end it.
But in the bedroom, my control was back. Whether Adam was taking the lead or not, this was a scenario I could understand. I knew what to expect and, more importantly, I knew I had all the power. Sex was my safe place.
Just to prove it, I perched on the edge of the bed and started touching myself. “Want to watch me turn myself on?”
Adam tossed his shirt onto the floor and started kicking off his shorts. “You’re the boss.”
A shiver coursed down my spine. Control.
Then I opened my legs a little further and grabbed my breast with my free hand. “You want to see what I like?”
Adam stood naked in front of me, his cock quickly growing as he watched me swirl two fingers over my clit. He swallowed. “I think I already know what you like. Want me to show you how much I know?”
My hand faltered. His words alone made me hotter and wetter. The way we bantered and challenged each other was such a turn-on. “Not today. I want you to watch.”
He nodded slowly, his right hand coming up to stroke his shaft. “Then by all means, show me whatever you want.”
I arched back on the bed, my legs spread open and my breasts thrust up in the air, as I stimulated myself and slid two fingers inside. I heard a faint intake of breath from Adam, but nothing else. I worked my fingers in and out several times, fantasizing about Adam in the foyer all over again. His fingers were so much larger than mine, so I added a third.
Another faint gasp of air from Adam, along with a slight groan.
I massaged my breast and worked my hand. It was all fantastic, but not nearly as good as what I wanted. And unlike the other morning when I found my hand so incredibly unsatisfying, I didn’t need a toy to play with. This time I had the real thing.
“I think you’re gonna need to put on a condom,” I gasped.
“Yes ma’am.” I heard the sound of my nightstand drawer opening and then a moment later, the bed dipped as Adam climbed up.
His eyes were intent and very serious as he pulled my hand away and pinned it down on the bed. With his free hand he grabbed his cock and pushed it against my sex. I was so wet his head slipped right in, but stopped when it hit the resistance of my much smaller body. He withdrew slightly, the tip of his cock now soaked, and slid it back in harder, faster, and deeper.
I moaned as his body invaded mine. He pulled out again and pushed back inside with purpose. This time he wasn’t leaving. This time…he was going to force his cock all the way inside. He slid slowly, his shaft gliding into me, forcing my body to expand around his. It was exquisite torture to feel, but I wanted to see it, too.
I cocked my hips up and watched as Adam’s body moved closer and closer to mine. The sight was beautiful. His dick was a work of art. And my body loved the feel of taking in all of him. He was panting, but it was controlled. “Now you have me. What do you want me to do?”
“Don’t move a muscle,” I whispered and started rocking my hips upward. His cock twitched a little at first, but then it stopped. I moved back and forth against the bed like Adam’s dick was my very own personal dildo. Then I took a breast in each hand and ran my nails over the tips of my nipples.
