Tease Me (The Temptation Duet Book 2)

by Roxy Sloane

  His words crash through me. All in.

  “And now…?” I whisper, shocked to find that I’m nervous. On the edge, hoping despite myself for his next words. “Tell me. What’s changed?”

  “What’s changed is I can’t live another fucking day without you.”

  My pulse races. Ash gets up, covering the distance between us in a single stride. He places his hands on either side of me, gripping the arms of the chair.

  Pinning me in place.

  “Now you talk,” he demands. “Tell me I’m not wrong. Tell me you didn’t want it to be me sending you the notes, that you weren’t imagining my cock inside you the entire time we fucked.”

  I want to resist him, but I can’t. The way he’s looking at me, I can see. He needs this.

  He needs me.

  “But why the games?” I whisper, holding onto my last shred of self-control. “Ash, why not just call me up and ask me out?”

  “Because I had to know,” he murmurs, leaning closer. His lips are just inches from mine, his body poised above me, not yet touching.

  “Know what?” I breathe, frozen in place.

  “Know if you were still the filthy, gorgeous, girl of my dreams.” Ash gives me a crooked smile, leaning down and licking slowly across my lower lip.

  I let out a moan.

  “I had to do things to you, everything you ever wanted. Everything you told me you fantasized about. I wanted to make it all happen,” he says. “Dammit, JJ, you’re everything. Don’t you see? I wanted to give you everything.”

  And he did, didn’t he?

  He reaches one hand out, trailing softly down my neck, over my swollen breast.

  My breath catches. I feel a hot tingling in my clit and I have to squeeze my thighs together to ease the sudden throbbing.

  Ash’s eyes blaze into me, not breaking the hot, ravenous stare as he slowly strokes me through my T-shirt. He closes his thumb and forefinger around my stiff nipple and squeezes.

  “You’re still mine, and don’t you ever deny it.”

  His mouth finally covers mine, claiming me with fierce passion, and I know.

  I need him.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  JUSTINE

  Ash slides his hands around my waist and yanks me out of the chair, hard against him. I can feel every inch of his body, but it’s not enough. I want more.

  “Tell me,” Ash growls, nipping at my neck. I wince at the delicious pain, sharp and hot like the desire in my veins. “Tell me you wanted it. Tell me you were imagining me, all along.”

  “Yes,” I groan, already dizzy, drunk on him. “I wanted it to be you.”

  Ash’s eyes flash with victory, and then his mouth is devouring me again. God, yes. I loop my hands around his neck, pulling him down to me. I kiss him with a fierce hunger, needing his mouth on me, gorging on his lips and probing tongue. I grip his shirt tight in my fists. “I need you,” I gasp. “Fuck, Ash, I need you right now.”

  “I’m yours.” He thrusts against me. “All of me, darling. Every fucking inch.”

  God, he’s hard. So big and ready.

  I buck against him, already reaching for his belt. Everything disappears but him, the hot friction of our bodies, the clawing heat between my thighs.

  I’m wet and aching. I need his cock, inside me. Now.

  I shove his pants down and reach for him, closing my fingers around his thick cock. Ash growls, then suddenly, he grips my ass and lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist, and hold on tight as he strides back inside. The door slides shut behind us, and then there’s nothing but the sound of us breathing.

  Our mouths slide against each other, hot and wet, a battle of tongues and teeth and will. My back crashes against the wall with a hard thud, and I hear something crash to the floor, but I’m too far gone to care. Ash yanks my T-shirt up, and bends to rake his tongue across the silk of my bra. My nipples ache, tight and needy for his touch. He nips one through the lace and I yelp, reaching to push his head away.

  He looks up at me. “No.” His voice is thick with lust. “This body is mine.”

  In one motion, he pulls my T-shirt up over my head. I lift my arms, waiting to free them, but instead, he keeps them trapped in the fabric, twisting it in his hands.

  My wrists are bound. He pulls them down behind my back, so I’m trapped against the wall with my hands tied behind me and my legs wrapped around his waist.

  My heart pounds. Holy fuck. I struggle against the makeshift restraint, but I can’t move at all.

  Ash leans in to suck at my lower lip. “How does it feel, darling?” he asks, shoving my skirt higher and slowly grinding his hard cock between my thighs.

  I whimper at the friction, rubbing right there against my clit. My panties are sticking to me, slick with need. I can feel the heat of him, the demanding hardness of his cock.

  “Is this what you wanted, all those times you closed your eyes and obeyed my every command?”

  Ash slides one hand up the inside of my thigh. He curls two fingers inside my soaking panties and then there’s a rip. My panties fall away, and I moan as his flesh finds my tender nub. Ash teases me.

  Oh, fuck.

  I mewl, arching eagerly against his hand, but he uses the other one to press me back against the wall, pinned in place.

  I writhe in protest, but my hands are twisted tight behind me. I can’t move, I can’t do anything but shudder and gasp as Ash strokes my clit in slow, deadly strokes.

  “Fuck,” I curse, the heat and pressure building. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

  He dips his head and pulls my bra down with his teeth. He sucks my nipple into his mouth and I cry out with the burst of sharp pleasure. His licks me softly, then harder, his tongue rasping over me, harsh and sweet.

  My head falls back with a hard thud against the wall, my eyes closed from the pleasure of his mouth. Each lick and suck sends heat straight to my pussy, leaving me desperate to be filled.

  It was good with the blindfold: the mystery, the tease. But having him in front of me and knowing that it’s Ash driving me crazy is hotter than I ever imagined.

  I can see the pleasure on his face, feel from the thrust of his body how much he wants me.

  He easily keeps me lifted, pinned against the wall. I tighten my legs around him, grinding hard against the length of his cock. I’m so close to the edge already but I know I can’t go over without him inside me.

  “Fuck me,” I demand. “Ash, don’t do this to me!”

  He lifts his head. His eyes gleam with lust.

  “But this is too much fun. Watching you beg.” His lips find my ear, breathing hotly. “Just waiting to be filled up. You’d like that, wouldn’t you sweetheart? My cock easing deep inside of you, hitting that spot no other man can reach. How much do you want me?”

  I groan in frustration—but it quickly turns into a moan as Ash slides his fingers down from my clit, circling my dripping cunt. So close. Not close enough.

  “Ash!” I thrust against his hand, desperate for more, but his fingers taunt me, staying just out of reach from where I need them most.

  “Beg,” he orders me.

  I bite back my cry. I’ve given him so much, I need to hold on to some control.

  “I mean it, JJ,” Ash uses his other hand to grip my jaw, forcing me to look at him. “Beg for me. You know you want to. I can feel it, baby, you’re so close. Beg, and I’ll give you everything.”

  I gasp for air. I could lose myself in his eyes. I could step off the edge and fall into oblivion. But I’ve never surrendered to anyone, not like this.

  I’ve always been the one to keep control.

  Ash’s expression softens. Tenderness shines in his eyes. “Trust me,” he murmurs. “I promise, I won’t ever let you down again.”

  His fingers tease closer to my entrance and I whimper. It’s so hot, the risk, the adrenaline coursing through me, my body pinned and helpless.

  And Ash, always Ash. He takes me higher, pushes me further. There’s nobody l
ike him, and there never will be.

  But can I do it? Can I trust him now?

  I want to. More than anything.

  I decide in a rush.

  “Please,” I break, begging the way he wants me to. But it’s what I want, too.

  The release crashes over me, the freedom of letting go. I cry it louder, loving the desperate ache in my voice. “Please, Ash. Please!”

  He gives a growl of fierce possession, claiming my mouth in a bruising kiss as his fingers plunge deep inside me.

  I cry out against his lips. Oh God!

  He surges inside me, curling up, rubbing high against my walls as his palm grinds into my clit.

  It’s so good. I’m close. So fucking close.

  Ash breaks away, breathing hard. “Ride my fingers,” he orders, pumping them faster, “Show me how you’re going to ride my cock.”

  I roll my hips, fucking myself with his hand. I’m full, so full, but I’m still not satisfied. I whimper, needing more.

  “That’s it, darling, let me hear how much you want it,” he murmurs in my ear. “Your body’s screaming loud and clear, your juicy cunt is crying out for a good, hard fuck.”

  He pulls his fingers from me and I groan from the loss. Then he lifts his hand to my mouth.

  “Lick,” he commands, pushing his slick fingers between my lips.

  Fuck. I obey, moaning as the taste of my juices floods my mouth.

  He’s playing with me, keeping me on edge. It’s so hot. Dirty.

  He’s in charge.

  But that was always Ash’s gift. He turns me on like no other man ever has, knows my body, knows every dark fantasy—and brings them all to life.

  Every note. Every game. He knew, I’d love them all.

  And he’s even better at it now.

  “What do you think, sweetheart?” Ash slides his fingers out of my mouth. “Are you ready for me yet?”

  “Yes,” I gasp. The tension coiled tight inside is unbearable. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone so much. “Fuck me now.”

  Ash shifts position, yanking down his briefs and sliding his arms beneath my knees. He lifts my legs even higher, spreading me wide open, pinned back against the wall. I can feel his head nudge against my lips, so big and hard.

  “This is what I dreamed about,” Ash’s voice rasps. He looks down between us, hungrily devouring the sight of me. “Your naked breasts, your glistening cunt. All these years, darling. Every fucking night. And now I’m going to feel you come hard around me, right where you belong.”

  He slams inside me in one hard, thick stroke.

  Holy fuck!

  He fucks me hard, driving me back against the wall as my orgasm pulses through my body. The length of him drives deep, his girth splitting me wide open as I convulse around his cock, unable to suppress my moans.

  Ash stills, waiting as I reel from the aftershocks. He kisses me again, his mouth tender yet fierce.

  “Did you like that, darling?”

  I nod, unable to speak for the first time ever.

  He smiles. “Good.”

  My head is spinning as he lifts me again, striding across the room. His cock is still buried deep inside me, and every step bounces me on his delicious thickness.

  I hold on tight and enjoy the intoxicating ride. God, I can’t get enough of this man.

  Without warning, the world tilts on its axis as I’m dipped backwards. I squeal in shock at the sudden movement.

  “I’ve got you, sweetheart,” Ash promises.

  He lowers me gently, until my back hits the cold polished wood of the large coffee table in the middle of the living room. “Just do what I say.”

  A thrill runs through me. What does he have planned next?

  My weight supported now, he reaches back and untwists my hands from the bunched up T-shirt that’s been restraining me. I flex my wrists, lifting them in front of me.

  “OK?” Ash checks, and the tenderness in his gaze makes me glow inside.

  I nod, then clench my pussy down around his cock. “Just peachy,” I grin.

  He groans. “Damn.”

  I reach up, eager to touch him this time, but Ash captures my hands again. He stretches them out wide across the table and wraps my fingers under the wood to hold on tight.

  “Don’t let go,” he commands, voice full of power.

  “Or what?” I ask, breathless.

  He suddenly grinds so deep inside me, I cry out with pleasure.

  “Or I stop. Do you want that?”

  I shake my head frantically against the table. Dear lord no. I don’t ever want him to stop, not when his dick is impaled so deep, filling me up, so good.

  Ash is poised above me, leaning over me on the table. He lifts my legs over his shoulders and thrusts, angling his cock even deeper inside.

  Oh. My. God.

  Pleasure. I grip the table and scream. Ash doesn’t even pause, thrusting his cock again, driving up inside me, finding my G-spot and grinding just right.

  I see stars. Fuck. I see the whole fucking universe, rushing through me, white-hot.

  “Ash!” I cry, lifting my hips in rhythm with his thrusts. He’s looking at me, holding me captive in his gaze. I’m already so close again, that coil inside of me wound up tight, ready to explode.

  He can see how close I am. Ash pauses his thrusts. “You’re going to wait for me this time,” he commands me, and the dominance in his tone sends a fresh flood of damp need to my pussy.

  He plunges into me again. Fuck. I can’t stop moaning. I’d be begging for more if I could even find the words. I’m strung out, so close to breaking. I don’t know how I’m supposed to hold on much longer.

  “Please,” I gasp. “I can’t—”

  “You will.”

  Ash pulls out of me suddenly, leaving me desperate, clenching against air. I whimper at the loss, the emptiness that only he can fill.

  He’s torturing me, but it’s the sweetest torture I’ve ever known.

  Ash lifts me effortlessly, pulling me from the table and setting me on the floor. The thick carpet is soft against my bare skin as he flips me over onto my hands and knees.

  I fall forward, weak with desire, but Ash’s strong arms hold me up. He pulls my hips back, positioning me, spread and open to him.

  “Look at you, JJ.” His voice is thick with lust. “Still the finest ass is the world.”

  His hand smoothes over my ass cheek, teasingly light. “As I recall, this ass likes it rough.”

  Excitement shocks through me. I remember when he spanked me. God, that was hot.

  “I wonder if that’s changed…”

  His hand cracks against me, sharp and sweet. I let out a moan.

  Ash laughs, a low growl. “Apparently not.”

  He spanks me again, harder.

  Dear lord. My toes curl and my pussy clenches. A dark craving for more.

  He knows exactly what I need.

  I feel Ash kneel on the floor behind me, feel his cock nudging at my entrance again.

  Another memory surfaces, a newer promise. “I thought you promised to look me in the eye when you fuck me?”

  He answers by plunging that magnificent beast of a cock into me, thrusting into my tight drenched hole.

  I groan with the sensation, being filled all the way up.

  Ash leans over me until I feel his chest hot against my back. He withdraws, thrusts back inside, over and again.

  “I did. And I still can.”

  He twists my hair in his strong fist and tugs my head up until I’m looking straight ahead.

  Straight into my own reflection.

  Holy shit.

  The huge mirror propped against the far wall is positioned right in front of us. I can see every filthy thing Ash is doing to me.

  I stare, entranced. My face is flushed with arousal, my breasts bounce with each hard, driving thrust. Ash is kneeling behind me, beads of sweat rolling down his chiseled abs, his fist buried in my hair as he drives his ravenous cock deep inside me
with precise, devastating thrusts.

  It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

  Ash locks eyes with me in the mirror. “Take it,” he demands, thrusting faster. “Take it all.”

  He tugs my hair sharply, and then grabs my hip with the other hand, arching my body up to meet his cock. I groan with pleasure, grinding back against him. I can’t take my eyes off us, off him. Seeing his face as he pounds me from behind.

  “Harder,” I moan. My orgasm is so close I can taste it.

  “How often do I have to tell you? You’re not in charge,” he says, changing pace suddenly. Now he’s fucking me in shallow thrusts.

  He takes the hand from my hip and spanks me again. Fuck, that’s good. “Yes!” I cry. “Please, more!”

  He thrusts deeper, at the same time as he spanks me. The sting of pain mingles with the bone-deep pleasure of his cock rubbing up against my G-spot, and it’s more than I can take.

  “Oh God, I’m going to come!” I fight to keep control, but it’s a losing battle. I can’t hold it back. I’m almost there when suddenly, he pulls out of me.

  I whimper, my fingers scratching at the rough carpet as I push my ass back at him. I need him. Fuck. I can’t get there without him.

  This is what insanity must feel like. No logic, no control. Just raw, wild need. “Please,” I beg again. In the mirror, I can see his expression. His face taut with fierce control.

  He looks like a chiseled god. All-powerful.

  All mine.

  I gasp for air, my body still shaking on the edge. I can feel the cool air chilling my wet, swollen cunt, the slick drag of his cock as it rubs against me, teasing me with its nearness.

  “Please,” I try again, my heart pounding. I don’t feel any shame begging anymore, just a blissful surrender. Nobody else could control me like this. Nobody could be so strong.

  Ash leans forward, surrounding me with his body, his heat. I can smell our sex rolling off of him as he makes eye contact with me in the mirror.

  “You only come when I tell you to. And if you don’t come when I say, you don’t come at all.”

  I feel his fingers drag through my wetness, smearing my juices back between my cheeks. Before I can even register the foreign sensation, his slick finger nudges further, there, probing at the tight ring of puckered flesh.