Tease Me (The Temptation Duet Book 2)

by Roxy Sloane

  “Good girl,” Ash murmurs, whispering against my naked back. “You’re so fucking good for me.”

  His hand suddenly cracks against my ass in a delicious spank. I jolt forward—which sends the balls crashing together inside me. Sensation splinters through my body. I bite my lip to keep from groaning.

  Fuck.

  “Don’t hold back,” Ash commands. “I want to hear every moan from that wet little mouth of yours. Tell me how much you want it. Let me hear you beg.”

  His other hand finds my breast, squeezing and palming through the lace. He tweaks at my stiff nipple and I gasp.

  “I want it,” I moan aloud. “Please, Ash. Fuck.”

  My voice echoes in the alley, and I quickly turn my head to check nobody is walking by.

  Ash grips my jaw, whispering in my ear. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Worried someone might hear? I thought you liked it when people watched.”

  My blood boils with friction. I writhe in his grip.

  Ash chuckles. “You’re going to put on a show, darling.” He grinds against my ass, so I can feel the thick girth of his cock straining through his pants. “And anyone who walks by is going to see what a filthy, delicious girl you are. Now spread. Wider.”

  His command shivers through me. I widen my stance, and I’m rewarded by his hand sliding between my thighs. He swipes over my clit and dips his fingers into my pussy, rubbing the wetness over my lips.

  “God, I love how wet you get for me.”

  I can hear the lust in his voice. It turns me on even more. I whimper as Ash swirls his fingers back around my clit, slick with my own juices.

  “Wet, and tight, and ready for me,” he growls possessively. “Your body is already begging, isn’t that right? You need my cock to claim you, fuck you so deep you can’t take it anymore.”

  My legs give way at his expert touching, at the clench of the metal balls inside, but he holds me firmly in place, not pausing for a minute as his fingers rub my clit, right there, sending hot lust rippling through me. Fuck, I’m getting close. It’s been building all night, ever since he slid those balls inside, and now the pressure is unbearable, an earthquake waiting for a trigger to be unleashed.

  I moan, rocking against him, riding the tremors, getting close, closer—

  Suddenly Ash grabs my wrists and spins me around, shoving me back against the wall. I whimper in protest that he’s not touching my clit, but he drowns the sound with a fierce kiss. Fuck, his mouth is so hot. He kisses me hard and possessive, a brutal embrace. His body presses me into the hard brick wall, and I can feel his cock digging into me through his pants, so thick and so demanding.

  Our tongues tangle. I moan into his mouth. I love this. God, I love it. He knows my body better than anyone, knows just when to pull back and leave me panting.

  Ash always knows what I want.

  And better still, he knows exactly what I need.

  He drags his lips from mine. “Remember our first night?” he murmurs.

  My head is spinning. “Vaguely. No. Yes.”

  Ash chuckles. “I’m feeling nostalgic tonight. Remember, no screaming,” he adds, reminding me of the last time he said those words just as he drops to his knees, spreads my thighs, and buries his tongue deep in my aching cunt.

  Fuck.

  I bite back a groan as the pleasure hits me. Holy shit! Ash laps against my clit, his tongue hot and wet and so freaking good I can’t take the pleasure.

  I sink back against the wall and bury my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for more.

  His mouth is ravenous as he devours my pussy. He sucks my sensitive nub, licking and swirling around my clit. I whimper as lusty heat crashes through me. My eyes close. All I can do is hold on tight and ride the delicious waves.

  “Open your eyes, darling.” Ash pauses, his breath hot against me. “Watch me lick you dry, every last drop.”

  I force myself to look down. Dear God. The sight of this man on his knees, his tongue flicking against my clit, is nearly enough to make me come right now. He teases me, nudging at my lips, licking around my slick core until I’m shaking and sobbing for mercy.

  “Please,” I gasp, the pressure inside me now unbearably tight.

  His tongue laps into me. I rock against him, holding on tight, riding his sinful mouth. I’ve never been so alert, so alive. Every single nerve is screaming for release, begging to be touched. I can hear the cars passing on the street outside, people walking past just ten feet away. The salty breeze is cool on my skin, the shadows playing in the alley.

  But most of all, I feel Ash. I feel all of him. His hands pinning me back, his mouth devouring my pussy. His tongue – holy shit, his tongue – spearing up inside me, driving me closer to the edge.

  I grind against the rhythmic thrusting of his tongue. I’m so close, fuck, so close.

  Gasps and moans and whimpers spill from my lips, and I don’t care who hears because holy fuck, his mouth is a miracle.

  Ash slides two fingers inside me, pushing up against the benwa balls that are already filling me up. The vibrations ripple through me as his tongue licks hard against my clit.

  “Fuck, more!” I gasp.

  There’s a noise from the sidewalk. A strange man’s voice asks, “Did you hear something?”

  Shit!

  I tense, freezing up, but Ash doesn’t stop. I tug at his hair, but he ignores me, chuckling into my clit.

  The vibrations are so fucking good. Oh shit. I moan again.

  “There it was again,” the voice says. A female adds,

  “It sounded like an animal or something. Maybe we should go check.”

  No!

  I struggle against Ash but he keeps me pinned in place with one firm hand. The other thrusts into me, plunging his fingers deeper, fucking me hard while his mouth unravels me from the inside out.

  I feel the shudder start in my toes, the thick sweetness in my blood. Oh God, I’m going to come.

  “It’s coming from the alley,” the woman says, and through my daze, I nearly laugh. Fuck yes I’m coming. So close. So close—

  Ash pumps his fingers deeper, curling them up to rub my walls just right. The balls rock together, ecstasy coursing into my veins. I’m right at the edge. Yes! I moan again, totally lost.

  Ash takes my clit between his teeth, so gentle, and then sucks. Hard.

  Holy. Fuck.

  I come, screaming, as the earthquake erupts deep inside me, hot currents of electricity pulsing through my body.

  “Leave it,” the man says. “It might be feral.”

  I hear them walk away as Ash straightens up. I sink back against the wall, totally wrecked.

  “They got that part right,” he smirks, running one hand through his hair. “You are feral, aren’t you, darling? A wild animal, begging for more.”

  I can only pant, my heart thundering in my chest. Holy shit, that was hot.

  His eyes burn into me, shadowed and dangerous. He’s gorgeous, powerful.

  Mine.

  Ash reaches for me, tracing my mouth with his slick fingers. He rasps them across my tongue. “Time for dessert,” he orders me.

  I open wide, greedily licking my own juices from his hand. My climax has barely faded but already I want more. I know that this time, the only way I’ll be satisfied is with his cock pounding into me, fucking me hard and fast and dirty until I break again.

  I pull away and look Ash straight in the eyes. “I need you to fuck me,” I tell him, “I don’t care where. Here, in the car, back at the house. As long as you’re balls-deep in my pussy in the next five minutes.”

  Ash’s eyes blaze, dark in the shadows, but he just gives me a cool grin, gently tugging down my dress. “I’m in charge, remember? And just for that, you’re going to take care of my gift a little while longer.”

  I groan with frustration. Fuck. I can’t go another five minutes with the toy inside me, driving me back to the edge again. Already, I’m clenching around them, feeling the pressure start to build.


  “Trust me, darling.” Ash gently smoothes my hair back. “We haven’t even started yet.” His grip tightens. He fists my hair in his hand, pulling my head back as he looms over me, so fucking dominant it takes my breath away.

  I can’t hide the moan when he leans in to growl in my ear. “The next time I come, I’m going to be buried to the hilt in that tight cunt. You’re going to be moaning my name, darling. Because I’m the only one, the only one you’ll ever want.”

  CHAPTER TEN

  JUSTINE

  Dinner is delicious, but I barely taste a single bite. All I can think about is Ash’s promise and how much I want his thick, hard cock plunging deep inside me.

  I can’t relax. It’s almost too much to take. I’m so turned on; it’s impossible to focus on anything except how much I need his touch, his mouth.

  His cock.

  Ash shoots me a satisfied grin. He sips his champagne and finishes his meal, chatting lightly about a new company he’s investing in, like he knows I’m trying not to wriggle in my seat. Damp and aching.

  Needing him now.

  I’m nearly panting with lust by the time the server takes our empty plates. My nipples are scratching hard against the lining of my dress, and it’s all I can do not to rub myself against the chair.

  The couple on the street were right. I feel feral, wild. An animal driven by only one lustful thing. It’s almost shocking, how much I want him.

  I don’t care about the restaurant, or all the people here. There’s nothing in the world but Ash and his knowing stare, the pressure building, clawing sharp in my veins.

  Fuck, this is hot.

  “Would you like to see a dessert menu?” our server asks. I stifle a groan. I can’t take another moment of this torture.

  “No thank you,” Ash replies. I exhale in relief. “We’ll take the chocolate gateaux to go, with the check please.”

  The server nods and exits. I lean over the table. “Smart move,” I purr. “I’m this close to getting us both arrested for public indecency.”

  “I thought I told you to be patient.” Ash grins. The bastard is enjoying this.

  “Fuck patience,” I say clearly. “I could take care of myself right here and now.”

  I flutter my fingers in a wave.

  “So why don’t you?” Ash retorts, holding my gaze. A challenge.

  I pause, my pulse racing. Why don’t I, indeed? I could slip into the bathroom and relieve this throbbing pressure between my thighs. Hell, I could slide a hand under the tablecloth and do it right now.

  Why do I follow his orders? Why do I let him command me?

  Because it’s so fucking hot, that’s why.

  “What would you do if I broke your orders?” I murmur.

  He gives me a devilish smile. “Give you a good spanking.”

  Fuck yes. I grin. “That’s not really a reason not to.”

  He chuckles. “True. But I know you’d prefer I slap that sweet ass while my cock is pounding into you at the same time.”

  My brain is short-circuiting with the image. His hand fisting my hair roughly, drawing my body taut…

  An awkward sound comes from beside us. The poor server kid clearing his throat. His cheeks are burning bright red, and I can tell he just hear every word.

  “Your, umm, dessert,” he says, thrusting a bag at Ash without looking. He drops the check on the table and flees.

  I giggle. “You just scarred that poor boy for life.”

  “Not at all. He’ll be jacking off for hours tonight imagining you on your hands and knees.” Ash takes an expensive pen from his jacket and scrawls a signature. I can’t help but glance down to check the tip. After waitressing my way through high school, I know that the way a guy tips says a lot about him.

  I see the amount and gasp. “You tipped him two hundred dollars?” It’s almost the same cost as the meal.

  Ash shrugs, rising from his seat. “Like you said, the poor kid suffered.” He leans in close as I stand. “No other woman in his life is ever going to live up to his memory of you.”

  The compliment makes me glow.

  “Plus his mom will need it for the laundry bills,” I add with a wink.

  He laughs, and as we head for the exit his hand nestles on my bare back, fingertips sliding just beneath the line of my dress. I catch my breath.

  Relax. I focus on my breathing, on controlling the desire rising within me, and by the time the valet brings the car around, I’ve just about managed to pull myself together.

  “Ashton?” An unfamiliar British voice cuts through my haze. I feel Ash tense beside me as we turn.

  “I thought it was you!” A sophisticated-looking couple are climbing out of a black BMW. The man is dressed in a linen suit with ruddy cheeks, and the woman is slim and polished, poured into a breezy shift dress. “What a small world. We haven’t seen you since, when, the polo last spring?”

  Polo? I mouth it to Ash in amusement, but his face is like stone.

  “Digger. Missy. Lovely to see you,” he says politely.

  OK, I think. Now they’re just messing with me. But it turns out they aren’t.

  Digger chats about mutual friends for a moment, then looks at me. “And who’s this lovely lady?”

  Ash clears his throat. “Justine. An old friend of mine from business school.”

  I feel his introduction like a slap.

  The woman, Missy, narrows her eyes. “I was just in London a few weeks ago—” she begins, but Ash cuts her off.

  “We should be going. Great running into you,” he says, taking my arm and practically shoving me into the car.

  “Let’s do golf some time,” Digger agrees, as Ash slams the door shut.

  I watch them enter the restaurant, feeling a stab of insecurity. Why didn’t Ash introduce me as his girlfriend?

  And then it hits me.

  What am I to him?

  “An old friend?” I mimic Ash when he gets behind the wheel. My voice is cool. “Do you eat out all your old friends in public then?”

  “Oh, don’t worry about them.” Ash gives me a charming smile. “Digger likes to talk. If he knew we were together, he’d have us standing out there for hours quizzing you about your work and family and vacation plans. And I have much better ways to pass the time.”

  His smile turns seductive. He reaches across to slide his hand over my thigh. I try to relax.

  “Still, I’d like to know your friends.”

  “Those people weren’t my friends,” Ash sighs. “They’re associates. I run into them at charity events, make small talk about their new yacht or their vacations, and then we do it all again six months later. I was trying to spare you the boredom,” he adds.

  It does sound boring. I feel better.

  Ash puts on a classical station, and I settle back in the cool leather seat. “Do you still play piano?” I ask, remembering how passionate he was about it back when we were at school together.

  “Not as much as I’d like,” he replies. “I’ve been traveling a lot, focusing on work. Hopefully I’ll have some time once life settles down.”

  “Will that be in New York?” I ask, trying to sound casual. We haven’t mentioned the future, and we’ve barely even caught up on the past, but I can’t help wondering. What happens next? Is he getting on the next flight to London once his business in New York is done?

  “Perhaps,” Ash answers. “It’s a great city, but I’m waiting to see how things line up before I make any long-term plans to stay.”

  What things line up? I want to scream, but I force myself to stay calm. He’s a powerful man with a sprawling business to run. It would be naïve to expect him to put down roots—especially since I don’t technically have any plans of my own to stay in the city.

  “What about you?” Ash glances over. “You’re probably flavor of the month with your office after settling the case.”

  “Winning the case,” I correct him with a smile.

  He laughs. “Touché. When are you g
oing back to LA?”

  “I’m not sure,” I say vaguely. “I have some vacation time stored up. One of the partners called me yesterday,” I add proudly. “I think they’re talking about a promotion.”

  “They’d be fools not to,” Ash says strongly. “They should be on their knees begging to keep you.”

  I imagine the aging partners and wrinkle my nose. “No thanks. The only man I want on his knees for me is you,” I add.

  Ash chuckles. It’s light flirting, but a part of me feels disappointed. I want him to say something about our future, whether he’ll come visit me in LA, but instead, he just reaches over and squeezes my knee.

  “Partner by thirty. I’m proud of you, JJ. It’s everything you wanted.”

  “I guess,” I say, trying to hide my frustration. “And there’s no reason not to take it if they offer me the spot, right?”

  I’m fishing now, but Ash seems oblivious.

  “Not unless you get a better offer,” he says. “You’d be crazy to say no. In fact, I won’t let you. If they offer partner, you’re taking it.”

  It’s crazy, and I know he’s right: I’ve worked my butt off for this break. But I can’t help feeling confused and disappointed, too. I want to know what he thinks about our future.

  So why don’t you ask?

  Maybe because I’m scared of the answer.

  I shake off my doubts as he pulls into the drive. This is a sexy, fun weekend – it’s way too early to be worrying about the future. I’ve never thought further than the next orgasm with most guys, so I shouldn’t stress about it right now.

  Because I’m guessing I have a whole lot more climaxes in store with Ash.

  “Come with me.” Ash takes my hand and leads me into the house. I feel my heart beating quickly in anticipation, but instead of carrying me up to the bedroom, he keeps walking past the stairs, out to the back terrace.

  I stop. The whole back yard is beautifully lit up: tiny lanterns strung in the trees, with the pool lights glowing blue in the dark, and candles and rose petals floating on the water. I can hear the waves crash against the shore in the distance, under a clear night’s sky with a bright moon.

  It’s magical.