Pulling Her Trigger

by Alexa Riley

  She laughs in my face, but I can see she likes the challenge. “Sorry, I don’t go home with strangers. It’s the hotel next door or the cab of my truck. Take your pick.”

  I don’t say anything. I just keep looking down at her. Her clear blue eyes are locked on mine. I’m dominant by nature, and control is something I need. I’m not backing down from her demands, nor do I think I would get what I want from her if I did. I can feel her emotional struggle to ‘win’ this battle, but I stay silent and let her figure out her next move. She breaks the silence.

  “You’re hot, but I don’t see you getting me off. Most hot guys are lazy because they just rely on their looks. I have to do all the work to get what I want, so I’ll take that bet.”

  If guys are lazy with her they’re fucking crazy. The idea of making her cum over and over again with my fingers, mouth, and cock is the hottest thing I can imagine. It’s so hot, thinking about this strong-willed woman screaming my name because I gave her uncontrolled pleasure. I’ll eat her pussy until she can’t move, just so she has to stay in my bed.

  I lean in to kiss her lips again, but I stop before I make contact. Despite her no-kissing-on-the-lips rule, her head tilts up in anticipation of a kiss, her body pushing against mine. No matter what her brain is telling her, her body is enjoying the show.

  I look into her ice-blue eyes and think about the first time I saw her. It was a week ago when her file landed on my desk. I opened the folder and there she was. The one.

  Most people would say I was crazy. Lucky for me, I don’t give a fuck what most people think. I come from a big Italian family where everybody has an opinion on how you should live your life, but my pop is the one I respect the most. The day I saw her picture, those glacier eyes of hers looked back at me and I was done. I got up from my desk and went to see my pop. My father understands. He saw my mother for the first time when he was ten years old, and he knew he’d spend the rest of his life with her. I never thought lightning would strike twice in our family, but that day, I was done. She is mine, she just doesn’t know it yet.

  Once my pop hugged me and told me everything would be all right, I got to work on finding out why this little sharp shooter was involved in stolen guns.

  I’d wanted to be a cop since I was a kid, so going into the FBI was a dream come true. I’ve put in over ten years of service and worked my ass off to get to where I am today. This road isn’t easy, but it’s the one I want. So finding out my girl was mixed up in stolen guns was a kick to the nuts.

  I got involved in this case because I work in the Violent Crime and Major Thefts division at the FBI in Kansas City. The Feds love anything to do with stolen guns, and I’m head of the department. Anything this size goes through me, and after seeing her picture, I knew this was a case I would handle personally.

  One of the stolen guns was found at the scene of a double murder, and from what our research uncovered, it once belonged to a Mackenzie Straight. Her file is long, listing all her personal achievements with the Air Force and subsequently her sniper skills in other branches of the military. It boasts pages of her service to her country, so I was baffled as to how she was caught up in all this. At first it seemed like a mistake, but the more I dug, the more I found. It turned out Mackenzie is wanted for questioning in Texas for a homicide case, so not only is she caught up in stolen guns, she may be involved in a murder.

  The day I got her file and went to see my pop, I left his place and did a drive-by outside her house. Well, I meant to only drive by, but once I got there I decided to park for a bit. I wanted to see if I could catch a glimpse of her, and then I would leave. At least that’s what I told myself.

  The sun was just setting as I pulled into an empty spot among some trees across from her place. Luckily I only had to wait about five hours before she pulled up, so by the time she got home, it was completely dark.

  I heard her before I saw her, the rumble of her motorcycle making her arrival known. As I watched her pull into the driveway, I hunched down in my seat, so she wouldn’t see me. When I heard the bike cut off I rose a little and watched her climb off. I watched her as she stood there and shook her hair out. I was hard instantly just being this close to her, and I started to rub my hand across the front of my slacks. I never bothered to change when I left work, so I was still in my standard work suit. I reached up and pulled at my tie to try to get more oxygen into my body. Suddenly I felt as if I was suffocating.

  I watched her turn around and look in my direction, as if she felt me there, but I knew I was completely concealed. After a moment of hesitation, she turned back around and went into her house. I was too hard and too worked up. I had to do something about it. I kept rubbing the front of my pants, but I knew I needed more to get any kind of relief.

  I had to see her just one more time, just for a second, and then I could go. I checked around my car, making sure no one was around, and silently got out, making my way to the side of her house. I saw a light flip on just as I made it around, and I ducked down below the window sill. I tried to control my breathing, but my heart was beating out of my chest. I had no idea what I was doing there; I just knew I had to do it. Leaning up a little, I peeked inside the window. My breathing stopped completely when I realized it was her bedroom. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, unlacing her black combat boots, and when I pulled my cock out I didn’t stop to think about what I was doing. All of a sudden I had my dick in my hand.

  When she stood up, I had a moment of panic, but then any concerns I had left my head as she unbuttoned her tight jeans and started to peel them down her legs. They were like a second skin on her so she had to wiggle to get them down her thighs. I was jerking my cock and panting so hard, I was fogging up the glass. I pulled my hand away and spat on it to get a better glide, and when I looked back up she was bent completely over, trying to get the jeans off her feet. Her boy-short underwear showed off her lush ass and gave me a tantalizing glimpse of her pussy. Once I put my slick hand back on my cock, it didn’t take three more pumps before I was cumming on the side of her house.

  I looked down to see the mess I made, and then suddenly her bedroom light flipped off. I panicked and stuffed my still-swollen cock back in my slacks and zipped up. After a second I heard the television, so I guess she must have gone to her living room to relax before bed. I looked down at the side of her house again, and saw where my cum landed. I smiled a little, thinking I had marked my territory and left it there. “Good night, Mackenzie,” I whispered, and made my way back to my car.

  I’ve done that every night for the past week, until tonight when I was finally able to make my move. I’ve been tailing her off and on for seven fucking days, and this is the first time she’s gone somewhere I can approach her. She’s constantly with someone from the Ghost Riders MC, and I need her alone for what I have planned.

  Looking down at her now, I know what I need to do in order to keep her. She just needs to catch up to where I’m already at.

  I reach down and unbuckle my belt.

  “Easy, big guy, I said mouth only.”

  I smile at her, and pull my belt free from my pants. “You gonna tell me your name, or do I have to come up with something else to call you. Dollface? Sugar? Baby cakes?”

  “You call me any of those names, and I’ll remove your favorite appendage from your body.”

  “So, you gonna tell me then?”

  “Mac,” she says, but I can tell she’s reluctant.

  “You gonna tell me what your whole name is, or do I have to sound like I’m fucking a dude when I moan your name?”

  She cracks a smile at my joke, and I can see her soften a little. “Mackenzie, but don’t go spreading that around.”

  “You got it, Mackenzie.” She smiles a little, and I can tell she likes the sound of it. I bet I’m the only person she’s let call her that. Good. I want it to be only for me. “I’m Vincent. But I’ll answer to anything that comes out of your mouth—God, Jesus, More, Please, Again…whatever,” I say,
and bring my belt up to her wrists. Her smile drops when she sees what I’m about to do.

  “What the fuck are you doing? I didn’t say you could tie me up.”

  Just my luck there’s a hook on the back of the door that’s down low enough for her wrists to reach. She’s a short girl, but the height of the hook won’t make her strain at all. I wrap my belt around her wrists, and she starts to struggle a little.

  “Easy, Mackenzie,” I whisper, and she calms a little. I place her tied-up wrists on the hook and let her see how much slack she has. She could easily lift her arms off the hook, and I left enough room in the belt for her to slip her hands out without any difficulty. She feels the ease with which she can escape and her body relaxes. “You can get away from me any time you want. But the point of this is that I want your hands there, and I want you to keep them there because I said so. Not because you can’t get away, but because you want to do what I say.”

  I watch the pulse in her neck quicken at my words and her breathing picks up. She’s probably never had someone dominate her before, and I’m sure if you ask her outright, she’ll tell you to fuck off. But right now, with me, she’s getting off to it.

  “Think you can handle that?”

  “You use that mouth for anything else besides talking shit?”

  I give her my wicked smile. Fuck, but her comments just make my dick even harder. I lean in close to her mouth again. “You keep those hands where I put them, and enjoy the ride.” I grab her face with both hands and crush my lips to hers again. She said no kissing on the lips, but her mouth melts to mine and I feel her tongue seeking entrance. The kiss is a branding, a mark of possession, letting her know that in this moment she is mine to control. I give her what she wants and lick her back. Her own hot mouth brands me. Like she owns me. She does.

  I break the kiss and lean back, looking at her flushed face. Her hands are still in place above her head, and I reach down to undo my jeans.

  Her eyes grow big with shock, but I just keep going and unzip them. I reach down into my briefs and pull my thick, hard cock out and give it a few strokes. Her eyes are glued to my hand and cock, and I can see her squeeze her thighs together, trying to relieve the pressure.

  “Don’t worry, I’m only going to use my mouth. I just needed to let this guy out for some fresh air.”

  She gives me a dirty smile and leans her body back against the door. “A big dick to go with all your big talk. Meanwhile I’m still fully dressed.”

  I let out a little laugh and drop to my knees in front of her. “You can say it’s all talk if you want to. But you and I both know this little pussy of yours is soaked.” I look up in time to see the blush creep across her cheeks, and she doesn’t respond to my words because we both know it’s true.

  “Let’s see how much she likes my big dick,” I say, and unbutton her jeans. They’re skin tight like the ones she was wearing the first night I stood outside her window. Once I unzip them, I grab her underwear and jeans together and pull them down just enough to expose her pussy. I feel Mackenzie shake with anticipation, and I know she’s thinking I’ll keep going. Her jeans are so tight that the waistband locks her thighs, and she can’t spread her legs. This is going to tease both of us, and I can’t wait.

  I can see her honey coating her lips, and I lean forward and press my nose to her slit. I feel the dampness on my face as I inhale her scent, and it goes straight to my head. She smells like sweet pussy and home all mixed together. I feel the end of my cock bob up and down, like a puppy begging for attention. My precum rolls down the head of my dick at just the smell of her.

  “Sweet fucking Jesus, do you smell good.”

  “Oh, God,” she breathes and pushes her hips forward.

  I grab her and hold her steady, as I ease my tongue into her slit. The first taste of her is so sweet when it hits my lips. She’s like peaches soaked in whiskey, and instantly I’m addicted.

  I lick in and out and kiss her pussy like I would her mouth. She struggles to spread her legs a millimeter more apart, but I hold her tight and make her work for it. She’s so turned on; her juices coat my tongue and mouth. I want more of it. I want to drink her down my throat until I’m drunk on her. She’s close to cumming and I can feel it, but I want to make sure she’s with me on this.

  Pulling back, I look up at her, and I see she’s close to having a fit. Teetering on the edge of orgasm has made her wanton, and that’s when I make my move. “More than one orgasm and you’re mine tonight. Right, Mackenzie?”

  She nods her head yes, but that’s not good enough.

  “Say it, Mackenzie. Say the words. You come more than once and I own you.”

  She takes a deep breath, but keeps her eyes on me. “Do it and you’ve got me all night. In your bed.”

  The control she just gave me is all I need. I reach up, grab her jeans and underwear and jerk them the rest of the way down to her ankles. “Grab on to the belt,” I groan, and as she does it, I lift her legs and put my head between her knees. Her pussy is right in front of my face and her bound ankles are behind my head. I grip her thighs hard enough to leave bruises and latch my mouth onto her pussy. I suck her clit into my mouth and she cums within seconds. All the teasing primed her, and she shouts her orgasm into the empty room.

  As she comes down from her peak, I pull back and shove two fingers inside her pussy. I start working her g-spot rapidly, because I don’t want to give her a break. She’s so tight and hot. I put my mouth back on her clit and moan around her as I suck her to another orgasm.

  I feel her clenching around my fingers, and I smile against her. I know I’ve got her for tonight, but I want the first time she meets me to be branded into her memory, like the first time I saw her.

  Slicking up my pinkie finger in her honey, I slide it back to her asshole and penetrate her tiny ring, while still fingering her g-spot. She lets out a shout of surprise, but moans loudly as I work the three digits into her.

  “I told you to enjoy the ride, Mackenzie. You going to give my face a workout or not?”

  I look up and see her eyes close at the sound of my dirty words. I’m turning her on and she loves it. I put my mouth back on her clit, and she starts to work her hips against me. She pushes against my face and rides it hard while I finger her holes. I want her to feel me everywhere. It doesn’t take long before she’s clenching both her pussy and ass and hitting her third, then fourth orgasm.

  As her breathing returns to normal, I can feel her body start to lose its strength. I lift her legs and help her steady herself, before I move to tuck my cock back in my pants. I see her watch me and she raises an eyebrow in question.

  “Mind the mess on the floor as you exit,” I joke, and she looks down to see my puddle of cum under her boots. I came as she was hitting her second orgasm, but I didn’t pay my cock any attention. All my focus was on Mackenzie, so getting her off got me off. Not a bad trade off. I don’t care if I came like a randy teenager. How could I be embarrassed that my woman is so fucking hot that she makes me cum just by tasting her sweet pussy.

  I help her get her underwear and jeans back in place, and then she looks at me expectantly. I feel my chest almost puff out at the look I’ve put on her face. Fuck, I wasn’t even this proud when I became an agent. That alone lets me know what she means to me.

  She still hasn’t taken her arms down, and the fact that she’s still waiting on my permission it does something wonderful inside my chest.

  “Good girl,” I whisper, and reach up, removing my belt and helping her take her hands down. She doesn’t respond to my comment, but I can see the blush on her cheeks again.

  After I put my belt on, I can see her looking anywhere but at me. I don’t want her to regret agreeing to go to my place, but it’s going to happen.

  I push her up against the door again with my body, and hold her face with both hands.

  “Tell you what. You come back to my place tonight, and let me make you cum some more. We don’t have to fuck, but I want you
in my bed. You can call and tell whoever you want where you are, so they know you’re safe, but I swear on my honor, I won’t hurt you.”

  CHAPTER THREE

  CAS

  I’ve had men look at me with lust in their eyes before, but something about the way Vincent looks at me is different. His gray eyes are soft around the edges and look almost pleading. This from a man who just made me tell him he could have me, it seems almost laughable. I told him for tonight, but I’ve got a feeling he’s not going to be satisfied with only that. This should have me running for the door, but there’s just something about this man. How could a man’s eyes look pleading, but also like a predator watching his prey?

  His thumb strokes my cheek, while his eyes watch mine. This is going further than I want it to. I just want a quick fuck, but something is telling me that once Vincent gets his hooks in me, I won’t be able to get loose. He’s making me feel things I shouldn't. It’s all too soon and too fast. I’m better at a distance in all things, but he hasn’t let me have any since the moment he got a hold of me.

  All my senses are still on high alert from the powerful orgasms that just rocked my world. I hear his deep breaths, and I can feel the wetness that’s causing my panties to stick to my pussy.

  I need a second to collect my thoughts.

  “Tonight?” I ask, stalling for time. Vincent shifts, rubbing his cock against me. His highly impressive cock that, only moments ago, came from just eating my pussy. Well, maybe he was stroking himself too. Each orgasm seemed to happen so fast and close together that I lost track of everything but my clit in his warm mouth. Shifting against him, I become uncomfortably aware that it’s been over six months since I had a cock inside me. I think about his cock and the size of it, and it makes my pussy clench.

  His mouth twists into a half smile showing off his perfect white teeth. “Am I scaring you?”