Teaser Tuesday (The Billionaires Temptations Book 2)

by Wells, Annalise

  I sigh in appreciation of his touch as his fingers brush over the warm mound of my pussy. I wriggle my hips and bite my lip.

  “Shit, oh God,” I say in a moan.

  I stuck in a deep breath as his finger parts the lips of my soaking pussy. And now, his finger slides deep inside, and I move my hips toward his firm hand. His finger slides deep and my pussy tightens its grip.

  My body trembles and Ty moves his head lower. I gasp. I feel the warmth of his breath on my wanting sex. Ty moves between my legs and kisses my thighs. I coo as he runs his tongue down to my secret place. I usually never let clients do that.

  His strong hands hold firm at the top of my legs. But his warm thumbs stay on the side of my wet lips. My legs widen, and my pussy is spread. Ty lowers his head. My clit tingles as he puts his tongue against me.

  I squeal as he pleasures me, deep and true. Ty pushes his mouth hard against my pussy and sucks my lips. Then he teases my clitoris. It hardens as it's drawn in perfectly between his lips. My body shudders with excitement, and I feel my legs wobble with pleasure.

  I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.

  My hand pushes his head hard against my sex, his tongue darts into the hot, wet flesh of my arousal. I feel his tongue inside me. Wanting, tasting. Needing my body.

  You weren’t expecting this to happen, Cally... God I’m glad it did.

  Ty drives two thick fingers inside my moistness. My clit is tantalized as his tongue flicks frantically. I arch my back and bite my lip. I can feel it deep inside me. I want to cum.

  Fight it, not yet... Try and think of the rain.

  I close my eyes as Ty ravages my body. I place my hand on his head. I can’t control my body. He’s taken it.

  “Steady on Mr. Sexy, we have all night!”

  “I really love the rain,” he says, placing his soaked lips on mine.

  “Miles away…”

  Ty

  “Frozen strawberries.”

  Cally told me to stop licking her wet pussy, and that we had all night. I had an idea how to slow things down.

  I picked up the phone and called the front desk.

  “Hi there, do you have any ice cubes?” I ask.

  “Sorry no ice, only a handful of frozen strawberries from dinner in the freezer,” the guy says.

  “Can I have them, and have you got any chocolate bars?” I ask as Cally licks the tip of my cock.

  Fuck…

  I look over my shoulder. Cally had gotten up to pee and is looking at me, wondering what I'm whispering into the phone.

  “We’ve got the vending machine Mr.,” he replies.

  “Can you get me a regular chocolate bar and bring it to my room as well, please, I have no clothes they are soaked, from the rain. Room twenty-two.”

  “About ten minutes, Sir,” he replies.

  I wrap my towel around me and wait by the window.

  “What are you doing?” Cally asks.

  “Wait and see, you hungry?” I ask.

  “Not hungry, hungry, but I could do with something to nibble on,” she replies, still sending my dick way too many messages.

  I look from the window and see the guy as he rushes from the reception area. His coat is placed firmly over his head as he runs through the downpour. I open the door and poke my head outside.

  He walks towards me, “Just add it to my bill,” I whisper.

  “Sure thing Mr. Three bucks for the chocolate and the strawberries you can have for free,” he says.

  “Thanks, it’s much appreciated,” I say.

  I back into the room and close the door. I turn to face Cally.

  “Ta da,” I say.

  “What the hell have you got there? Ty, what are you up to?” she asks.

  “A woman’s favorite, allegedly,” I explain.

  “Is that chocolate?” she asks.

  “And strawberries… frozen, nice and cold.”

  “I have had enough cold for one day,” Cally says smiling.

  “Trust me, you will enjoy this. Here, suck on one of these,” I say.

  I place a strawberry into Cally’s mouth. Her face straightens from the icy, fruity blast. I drop my towel and climb back onto the bed. Cally holds the frozen fruit in her mouth. I lay by her side and place the strawberry on her nipples.

  “Mmm,” she mumbles.

  Fuck she’s so sexy!

  “Nice?” I ask nodding.

  Cally nods in agreement.

  I run the strawberry around her nipple and her areola. The tiny bumps raise from the cold. I lean toward her and take her nipple in my mouth. Cally sighs with pleasure.

  I run the frozen strawberry down her stomach toward her belly; her body quivers with the cold.

  I hold a couple of strawberries in my hand and lay on my back. I grab the base of my shaft and squeeze; my cock is already hard and erect.

  I look at my Cally and divert my gaze to my cock. She looks at me puzzled. She frowns as she removes the strawberry from her mouth.

  “Now what?” she asks.

  “Suck!” I say smiling.

  “Oh, I see,” she says.

  Cally crawls down the bed and takes hold of my shaft. I'm fully erect just looking at her tits and pussy. I can still taste her. She places her mouth around the head of my hard cock. Her cold lips wrap tightly around my shaft. Her head lowers as she slides my cock inside her cold mouth, the glacial touch floods against me and sends shivers through my spine. Her head bobs and her cold lips glide up and down my hard shaft.

  I drop the strawberries and place my icy cold fingers against Cally’s pussy. She jumps in response and spreads her legs. I slide two thick fingers into her warm cunt. She wriggles her hips wildly under my cold touch. She mumbles as she swallows my hot cock in her cold mouth.

  It’s surreal.

  My fingers warm and I can feel that Cally’s mouth has lost the edge of being cold. Cally looks playfully at me.

  “We have tried cold, so how about hot?” I ask.

  “I'm game if it feels as nice as that?” she says.

  I jump from the bed and peel the wrapper from the chocolate and place it into a dish. I open the microwave and hit start for thirty seconds.

  When it beeps, it’s ready. The chocolate is runny on the edges, and firm to hold. I swing myself back onto the bed and dab the melted chocolate onto Cally’s nipples.

  “Ohhh, fuck,” she says through gritted teeth.

  She squeals in slight pain. And Cally bites her bottom lip. I dab the chocolate around her body; the heat spreading through her body with each touch. I place the bar on the side and begin to kiss her curves. My tongue runs across her silky skin. Now the chocolate peels from her body as I lift it with my tongue. I follow the path and lift each piece of chocolate into my mouth.

  I look at Cally. She's licking her full lips. I crawl up the bed and lean toward her. I place my lips on hers. The sweet taste of chocolate spreads as her tongue darts into my mouth. Cally licks the chocolate and runs it over her lips. She swallows it down with delight.

  “Delicious, I wish I could suck it off your cock,” Cally says.

  “Another time, maybe,” I reply teasing her more.

  Fuck yeah, sucking hot chocolate of my cock with a cold mouth…

  “Are you gonna take me now, Teaser Tuesday Boy?” she asks.

  “I’ve wanted to fuck you since this morning,” I reply as my breath increases.

  “Mmm, you only have to ask you know,” she replies in a seductive tone.

  Cally grabs a pillow and places it under her ass. She slaps her pussy and bites her lip. I place my hands on her knees and spread her legs.

  My cock is hard. I kneel closer to Cally. She reaches me and takes hold of my throbbing dick. She rubs the head of it against her swollen clit. I push my hips closer toward her pussy, and I slide softly inside the warmth. I go real slow, letting her feel all of me.

  Cally rests her head and caresses her breasts. I drive my hips forward deep inside her. I lean forward.
I rest my weight on my hand.

  I grab for a piece of chocolate and place it on Cally’s lips; she licks at the warm chocolate as I press deeper inside her warmth.

  She wraps her arms around me and digs her nails deep into the skin of my back. My body arches forward, and my cock drives deeper inside her wet pussy. Cally raises her legs and wraps them tightly around my waist. Her fingers dig deep into me in the heat of our passion.

  “Oh, God, this feels good,” I moan.

  “Tell me about it, ohhhh,” Cally screams.

  She draws me closer as she tightens the grip of her legs. Her pussy pushes into me as my cock rams deeper inside. Her hips writhe and wriggle on the pillow.

  “Fuck me doggy,” Cally moans breathlessly.

  I slide my cock from her pussy as she rolls onto her blessed hands and knees. She spreads her legs, and I kneel behind her. She reaches under her body and grabs my balls in lust.

  “Whoa, that’s cold,” I squeal.

  “I’ve been holding the strawberries,” she replies smiling back at me.

  “It feels good, hold my balls as I slide my cock inside, baby girl.”

  I push my hips and Cally caresses my balls with the coldness of her hand. Tingles flood through my sack as I thrust my hips forward. My cock slides deep inside her as I grab hold of her hips.

  I grab a handful of her long hair and pull. Her head tilts back like a bad girl. She squeals as my cock drives deeper. I pull hard on her hips and gain more momentum. Cally squeals, and her body quivers. My cock drives deeper inside, faster and more obviously, now.

  “Shit, Ty I'm close to cumming,” she murmurs.

  “I'm close too baby girl,” I reply.

  I thrust harder. I feel my muscles tense and my breath deepens. Cally shoves her hips back, and my manhood ignites her pussy.

  My body begins to tense as I start to breathe. It’s now shallow and faster. Cally reaches back and starts to rub her clit. Her hips rock against my tensed body. Her pussy clenches and grips my cock, sending me over the edge. She buries her head in the pillow and her body begins to squirm.

  I place my hands on the cheeks of her ass and drive myself harder inside her wet cunt.

  Fuck, this is my new haven. Cally.

  “Ty, I'm coming,” Cally screams as she bites deeply into the pillow.

  I push in more, a warmth washes through my balls and spreads up through my spine. My body tenses and I feel my body release itself. My hotness permeates deep inside of my girl. My baby girl. Fuck.

  My body relaxes and slumps to the side of the bed. Cally gasps for breath. Her breasts rise and fall as she regains her composure.

  She’s so hot and sexy after a good fuck. God, I’m hooked already.

  “That was fantastic,” I say as I gasp.

  “You’re telling me, I have never done anything like that,” Cally replies with a wide grin.

  “There’s always a first time,” I answer holding her close to me.

  “Can you do something for me?” Cally asks.

  “Of course, anything you want,” I say. I will do anything for my baby girl.

  Cally looks at me and smiles, “Can you pass me the rest of the chocolate? Oh, and the strawberries? Pleeeease!”

  “Yes, yes.”

  “Frozen strawberries.”

  Cally

  “Bliss is the rain and my man!”

  I nuzzle my head against Ty; we drift off to sleep at the sound of the falling rain.

  Later, when I open my eyes Ty is up and already dressed. He's outside the room and talking on his cell phone. I watch and listen but I'm unable to tell what he is saying.

  He looks pissed and is storming back and forth. His voice is calm, but he still really appears to be agitated.

  He walks back into the room.

  He looks towards me and smiles, “Rise and shine sleepy head,” he says.

  “Good morning Ty, how long have you been awake?” I ask.

  “About an hour, I ordered us breakfast, at least they have that available,” he says.

  “I better get dressed, huh?” I say smiling.

  “At least your clothes are dry.”

  Ty definitely seems a distant cry from the guy who trussed me up at Tina’s Place. If it was true and he had been drugged, the Kisses drug was definitely mean stuff. The cops would have a real hard time on their hands trying to end the trail of horror that might be occurring from it.

  Ty opens the door, and room service arrives with the tray of breakfast.

  “What is there? I'm starving, all I had was chocolate and a couple of soggy strawberries,” I explain laughing.

  Ty lifted the cloth. He glanced at me and scrunched up his face.

  “I'm not sure this is going to fill us up much,” he says.

  He places the tray on the bed; the two plates have one piece of toast, two eggs and a couple of pieces of bacon each.

  “I'm not sure I'm that hungry looking at that,” I say.

  “That makes two of us,” he replies. We both laugh at the pitiful looking plates.

  “The chef is um, well… should look for another job!” he says.

  “Damn straight!”

  We decide to stop somewhere and have a real breakfast on the way home. Ty pays the bill, and we climb on his bike. We head off on the open road and hope there is a decent cafe on the way.

  We find a trucker’s cafe and have an enormous greasy breakfast. I was stuffed and just wanted to lay down and go back to sleep after it.

  Back on the bike I shout, “Where are we going now?”

  “I was going to take you back to the club, is there anywhere else you want to go first?” he shouts back to me.

  I lift my head from his shoulder.

  The wind blows in my face, “I want to sleep, either your place or mine,” I say over the roar of the engine.

  I knew my apartment was miles away and from what Ty had said, his area, was kind of close to where we now were.

  “I think I better take you home,” he calls.

  “Is your place closer,” I ask.

  “It is, but it's not much to look at,” he shouts back.

  “That’s okay Ty, I just want to sleep for a while,” I reply.

  I rest my head back onto his shoulder and grip his waist tight. He’s heaven on a bike.

  Ty drives for another five or ten minutes, and he pulls off the main street. He heads between some tall buildings and we arrive at a courtyard of small warehouses. Ty puts the bike into neutral, and the engine just runs slowly.

  “Here we are, home sweet home,” he says.

  I sense Ty is a little embarrassed about where he lives. And from what I can see before me, I wasn’t even sure where that was.

  “There is nothing here,” I say.

  “There is, but not a lot,” he says laughing.

  Ty pushes a remote on his keyring, and a shutter door begins to rise. He kicks his bike into gear, and we roll forward. The shutter closes behind us, and I glance around.

  “What is this place?” I ask.

  “My home,” he replies.

  “Is there anything you want to tell me?” I ask.

  “I wish I could tell you everything; you just have to trust me,” he says.

  “What are all these pictures, who are they?” I ask.

  “It's something, something I have to do,” he explains in seriousness.

  “I can understand that, but this seems extreme,” I say.

  “You have no idea how I felt after I was drugged with that fucking Kisses drug. I was outraged,” he explains angrily.

  I look at the whiteboard; there are pictures of god knows how many people, and it looks like a hit list.

  “I'll explain, you just have to promise me you won’t tell a soul about it.”

  “I promise, if you trust me to see it, I should trust you in what you're telling me,” I reply.

  Ty explains the chart on the wall. There are lots of clubs and bars around the city, and so far, these are the ones he�
�s found which supply the drug Kisses.

  His plan is to replace these doormen with his own. They will not only get rid of the crooked doormen. They will be taking these drugs out of circulation, too.

  “It sounds feasible; these runners are usually junkies, so they will deliver to whoever is on the door, probably,” I say.

  “Correct, and if all these doormen are gone, the companies will have no staff, and they will then lose the contract with the club they are affiliated with,” Ty explains in detail.

  “I only have two questions; number one… is all of this legal?” I ask.

  “It is, I have the backing of someone who is high up, no names. Sorry,” Ty replies.

  “Secondly, where are all your guys?” I ask.

  “They are in place, waiting and watching. When the right moment appears they will pounce,” he explains.

  “We have that holiday coming up, everywhere will be packed, more people, more drugs,” I say.

  “You’re a smart girl, you know the way the streets work,” Ty says smiling.

  “I was born and raised on the streets,” I say.

  I walk around the warehouse. It actually is really cool. Industrial living at its very best.

  This place is fantastic. For my bad boy. Who’s actually good.

  “Why did you decide on this location?” I ask.

  “I just love the vibe from the streets; I'm not into the high life like Beau,” he says.

  The area is divided into different zones. The kitchen is fully modernized. The lounge area has black and chrome leather furniture and his ‘keep fit’ gym area.

  I walk up and let loose a few punches into the heavy bag that hangs from the ceiling.

  “I thought you were embarrassed about this place.”

  “Well, the taste is not for everyone,” he says.

  I love the place. So much freedom. You're not tied to rooms. My apartment would fit in here about four times.

  “Where is the bedroom and bathroom?” I ask.

  “Over there, and you will see why I was embarrassed, a work in progress,” he says laughing.

  We walk toward the bedroom and adjoining bathroom. I open the door. The large bed sits in the center of the room and faces the single window. The furnishings are pretty sparse, and the closet is just a cupboard.