by Roxie Noir
“Don’t say anything,” I tell him. “I know it was dumb.”
“That’s not what I was thinking.”
I walk a few more tender steps and collapse into a kitchen chair.
“When we let you go and you tell the cops about me, leave this part out,” he says.
“What part?” I ask.
“The part where I tell you it took balls of steel to do that,” he says. “That I know dozens of gangbanging meatheads who carry guns and talk big, but who wouldn’t make it half as far as you did.”
I narrow my eyes at him, wondering if he’s just trying to make me feel better.
Then I remember that he, of all people, probably doesn’t give a shit how I feel, so I just nod.
17
Alex
I make pasta for dinner again, and we eat while we watch The Matrix.
Still nothing from Manny. At this point, I know full well that with every hour, the news gets worse and worse. I don’t know what’s happened, but I know it’s not good for Tessa.
I’m just praying that Manny will send someone else here to do the job. He knew how I felt about this job when I started it, and now I’ve gone way the fuck above and beyond.
The least he can do is send someone else to finish her.
After dinner she clears the dishes to the kitchen before I can get up, and I don’t bother to argue with her about it. I know that she’s just trying to prove something, so I let her.
I stand and stretch.
God, a shower and different clothes are going to feel good, I think.
“Ready for bed?” I ask.
She shrugs.
“Sure,” she says. “I think that was the last movie we’ve got here.”
“There’s still Sorority Sluts One, Two, Three, and Five,” I say.
“What happened to Sorority Sluts Four?” she asks. “You wear out the tape?”
I laugh.
“I don’t need VHS tapes to see that kind of thing,” I say. “I just show up on a college campus.”
Tessa rolls her eyes, but her spark is coming back.
“Sure,” she says. “I bet you show up and panties just fall to the ground.”
“Worked on you,” I say.
“Fool me once, shame on me,” she says. “Maybe next time you can kidnap a porn star who’ll put out.”
I don’t want a porn star. It’s not the thought of Sorority Sluts that’s slowly making my dick hard.
It’s Tessa, standing in the kitchen, arms crossed, bandage-wrapped feet.
“You know any with accountants for parents?” I ask. “That’s not such a bad idea.”
Something just barely flickers in her eyes, and she breaks our gaze.
Jealousy?
“I don’t, but it can’t be too hard to find someone with fake tits and a daddy complex, if that’s what you’re into,” she says.
“Now you’re speaking my language,” I say, and grin at her.
I shouldn’t be taunting her like this, but she started it, and goddamn if it doesn’t make me want her more.
“Predictable,” she says, cocking her head slightly. “Deep down, you’re just like everyone else. I’m going to bed. You need to watch me sleep?”
Something about that stings, but I let it go.
“I’m going to bed too,” I say. “Long day.”
In the bedroom, she stands by the door and looks at the bed, like it’s a challenge. Her floor-length dress is filthy: the bottom is in tatters, and it’s covered in dust and mud. She’s been wearing it for two days straight.
Tessa walks toward the bed, carefully, and sits on one side, still fully clothed.
Fuck, I can’t let her sleep in that. It’s probably covered in cactus spikes or something.
“Wait,” I say, and open the closet.
I rummage through some things, and finally find a white sheet. I hand it to her.
“I’ll turn around while you take the dress off,” I say.
“It’s fine,” she says.
“You’re caked with mud, dirt, and probably your own filth,” I say. “You take it off or sleep on the floor.”
I’m half expecting her to sleep on the floor. I hold out the sheet, but she looks down at herself, her white bandaged feet under her tattered dress.
Then she sighs.
“I rented this thing,” she says. “I guess now I get to buy it.”
“You can sue me for damages,” I say, still holding the sheet toward her.
“It’s probably the least of my worries,” she says.
I realize it’s been almost a whole day since she asked about her dad.
Tessa takes the sheet and I walk to the foot of the bed and stand with my back to her. It’s a long time before I hear the zipper slide down, but she doesn’t ask for my help with it.
I shut my eyes and try to think of something besides the V opening over her back, the dress slowly falling down around her body.
A black mass lands in the corner, and I can barely see it out of the corner of my eye.
A flesh-colored strip follows it, and I realize it’s her strapless bra. Then underwear.
Now she’s naked, behind me, only feet away, and my dick’s gone from half-mast to full staff. I hear her unfurl the sheet, and she takes an agonizingly long time to wrap it around herself.
It takes everything in me not to turn around.
“Okay,” she says at last, and I glance over my shoulder.
She’s just wearing the sheet, tucked under her armpits, both shoulders bare, her hair tumbling over them. I can see the outline of her dress in her sunburn on one shoulder.
Her eyebrows are raised in a what are you looking at expression, so I reach out and flip the lights off, then walk around to my side of the bed. I shove the keys under the mattress, and she sits gingerly on the edge, then swings her feet up and around.
“Remember what I said about the keys,” I say, not facing her.
“You’ll handcuff me to the bed if you catch me trying to steal them,” she says. “Which you really don’t want to do.”
“Right,” I growl.
“You sleeping in your clothes tonight?” she says, her voice almost sweet.
I turn and look at her. I’m still in my clothes because I can’t make my erection go away, and the second I lie down, she’s gonna know why I’ve got a massive tent.
“Would you rather I didn’t?” I ask. “I can take my clothes off again. Just ask, tiger.”
She’s got her left arm holding the sheet tightly across herself, but her right arm is behind her head on her pillow, like she’s posing for a nude painting or something.
“I don’t think there are handcuffs,” she says. “I think if I went for the keys, you’d get pissed, but there’s no handcuffs here.”
“Have I lied to you yet?” I ask.
“You told me your name was Brent,” she says.
“Since we got here,” I say.
“I don’t know,” she tells me. “I haven’t seen much proof of anything. This could just be how you get off, for all I know. Kidnap girls and take them to the middle of the desert.”
“Trust me,” I say. “I would rather be anywhere but here right now.”
I stand and walk to the closet and reach up to the highest shelf. I rummage for a moment, grab the metal loop, and take down the handcuffs.
“They are very real,” I say, letting my voice go low and dangerous.
I dangle them from one finger and the moonlight from the window slides along the metal. I walk to the bed and hang the handcuffs from the post above Tessa’s head.
“What’s to keep me from chaining you up while you sleep, taking the keys, and leaving?” she asks.
“Try it,” I say. “I bet you’d like cuffing me to the bed.”
“Only if it got me out of here,” she snaps back.
I laugh and walk to my side of the bed again. My erection is still raging, and I’m starting to feel like I’m just going to have a hard cock for the re
st of my life.
“So you could go back to missionary with the lights off?” I ask, standing at the foot of the bed.
“I’d give up sex forever to get out of here,” she says.
“You’ve been having the wrong sex, then,” I say, and I take my shirt off.
Even in the dim light, I can feel her eyes on me.
Fuck it, I think. Maybe she’ll get curious.
I unbuckle my pants, let them fall, and kick them away before walking back to the bed.
“You do get off on this,” she says, slowly. “On kidnapping girls and making them helpless.”
I just chuckle.
“I was thinking about the sorority sluts,” I say, but she doesn’t believe me for a second.
“I bet you practically busted a nut when you rescued me from the desert,” she says. “Since now I can barely even walk.”
Actually, I think, that was pretty much the only time all day I wasn’t rock hard.
I turn onto my side, facing her, and prop myself up on one elbow. Her eyes flick to my body again before resting on my face.
“Would the handcuffs just complete the damsel-in-distress package?” she says, mock-sweetly. “Then you could do whatever you wanted to me.”
“Tiger, I’ve barely touched you,” I say. “And when I did, you wanted it.”
She rolls onto her side as well, propping herself up. The sheet follows the curve of her hip and her waist, the swell of her ass, and all I can think about is squeezing her, watching her eyes slide shut with pleasure.
The way she’d sound when she gasps my name.
“But you like this more, don’t you?” she whispers. “When I’m helpless?”
It’s wildly untrue. If I wanted her helpless, I’d have drugged her days ago. I’d have cuffed her already, locked her in the bedroom or something.
Helpless is easy, and she’s still anything but.
It’s her fight that turns me on.
“Shut up,” I murmur.
“Make me,” she fires back.
“You think I can’t?”
“I think you won’t,” she says, practically daring me to do something.
My self-control just crumbles.
I put one hand over her mouth and before I know it, she’s on her back and I’m on top of her, propped up on my other elbow, one knee between her legs, my erection pressed up against her deliciously.
“Is this what you wanted?” I growl. “You want to push me until I snap? Because you’re damn close, tiger.”
Her eyes lock onto mine for a long moment, and I take my hand off her mouth.
“If this is damn close, what does snapping look like?” she asks.
She locks eyes with me and I can feel her breathing hard against my chest. She should be afraid but she’s anything but.
“Unless that was an empty threat,” she whispers.
I know full well that I should roll off of her, go jerk off in the bathroom, and sleep on the floor, but I’m so far beyond making good decisions that I can’t even see them in the rear view mirror.
I press my mouth to hers and she presses back, and in seconds her tongue is already between my lips, her hands tangled in my hair, pushing my face against hers as hard as she can. I fight her back, winding my tongue around hers as I feel her back arch, her body pressing harder against mine.
As I draw back she bites my lip hard, almost hard enough to draw blood, and I laugh as I turn her head to one side and hold it there, licking and sucking at the soft skin on her neck.
“You’ve got a hell of a bite, tiger,” I say, and nip at the cords of her neck.
She gasps, so I do it again, and she squirms. On a spot right above her collarbone I suck at her delicate skin just hard enough to leave a mark.
“Dammit,” she whispers.
“Don’t want you forgetting where you’ve been,” I say, my lips heading lower.
Her hands are on my shoulders, and I think she’s trying to pull me back up, toward her, but that’s not what’s happening. I need to see her, to taste her. I bite at her earlobe and roll one nipple between my fingers, through the sheet, and she bites her lip, her hips moving up and toward me.
“I think we should finish what we started back at the wedding,” I murmur.
“Should I call you Brent again?” she asks, her voice raw and throaty.
“Fuck no,” I say. I pinch the nipple and she gasps. “When you shout a name, you shout mine.”
“Who says I’m a shouter?” she asks.
I laugh and pull at the sheet around her. It’s wound tight, but I loosen it enough to pull down over her perfect, round tits, her nipples at attention.
“I say you’re a shouter,” I tell her, taking one between my teeth.
Her hands clench at my shoulders, and I flick my tongue across it lazily, feeling her whole body stiffen in response.
“And if you’re not now,” I say, pinching her other nipple between my fingertips, “You will be.”
I bite down a little more and then suck at it, hard, and when I take my mouth off, it’s puffy and a little swollen. I do the same to her other nipple until she moans, a tiny, soft sound.
“See?” I say.
I plant my lips right between her breasts and pull at the sheet, but it’s wound too tight now. She arches her back, trying to let me get more of it out, but it’s not working.
“Shit,” she mutters, and props herself on an elbow. “Wait, here —”
I just grab the sheet and pull. For a second I’m afraid it’s not going to work and I’m going to look like an idiot but then it tears straight down the middle and then Tessa’s naked and I’m desperate to taste her.
I trail my lips down her stomach and over her hipbones, her hands in my hair again as I push her thighs apart, then run my tongue straight down over her clit and between her lips, the tip just entering her, my nose filled with her sweet musk. Her whole body jerks and her fingers tighten in my hair as I slide my tongue up again, pushing further inside her. A soft moan escapes her lips and the sound drives me wild with lust.
I pull her against my face and close my lips around the mound of her clit, licking and sucking as she pushes my face against her. I lift her up just a little and slide my tongue inside her as far as I can and she moves her hips, pushing herself into me.
I back off, just a little, flicking my tongue across her clit lightly, again and again, sliding it between her lips without entering her, no matter how desperately she wants me to, or how desperately I want to. I want to make her come, again and again, but not yet.
I close my lips around her clit again and flatten my tongue against her and I hear her moan, her body rocking again, and I pull my face away an inch. She pushes my head toward her, but I resist.
“God, I’m so close,” she moans.
I swirl my tongue around her delicate nub once, and her back arches, her thighs flex.
“Make me come,” she says.
I do it again. She moans, right at the brink, and I pull back, her hands coming loose.
Tessa’s still lying on the bed, tattered sheets around her, sunburned and flushed, disheveled, legs still wide. It’s the the absolute hottest thing I’ve seen in my life. Her chest is rising and falling, her nipples puckered and hard, and I take a good, long look, searing it in my memory forever.
18
Tessa
He pulls away from me and stands, the cockiest grin I’ve ever seen on his face. I almost say I didn’t come yet, but then I realize he knows. He could have made me come in another three seconds, but he didn’t.
Cocky bastard, I think, and then he pulls down his boxers and I realize how accurate that statement is.
Because holy fuck that’s a cock. For a moment I just stare at it uncertainly because I’m totally out of my depth, and then I realize he’s laughing at me, and I sit up on the bed.
I open my mouth to say something but he puts his hand on my face with his thumb across my mouth and I run my tongue along it, then part my li
ps and take his thumb into my mouth, sucking on it and twirling my tongue around it as I look up at him.
He’s not laughing anymore, that’s for damn sure, and I reach out and close my fist around the base of his enormous cock. It throbs in my hand, and he pulls his thumb out of my mouth.
“You want my mouth on anything else?” I ask, and stroke my fist the length of his cock.
Still sitting on the bed, I lean over and lick his perfect abs, my tongue sliding along a dent in the muscle, and he growls, somewhere deep in his chest.
“You have to ask,” I say, letting my lips brush his skin, my hand still sliding along his length. My whole body feels like it’s humming with my near-orgasm, and all I can think about is how he’ll taste in my mouth. The noises he’ll make as I suck him off.
“Get on your knees and put my cock in your mouth,” he says, his voice rough.
Then I’m there, both hands on his erection now, looking up at him.
I draw my tongue slowly along the underside of it and then over the top and I feel him shudder. I look up again and our eyes meet, his dark with lust.
Still looking right at him, I move my lips over the head of his cock and swirl my tongue around it again, sucking, both hands on the shaft and he groans, his hands on my head.
I move my mouth up and back down slowly, his cock pushing my jaw open as I take more of him into my mouth with every stroke until he’s groaning.
“Fuck that feels good, Tessa,” he says, between his clenched teeth.
I moan into his cock. I can’t help it, because I’m dripping wet and because I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
“Moan for my cock again,” he says, and even though I can hear a hint of that grin in his voice I moan again, louder and longer this time as my core pulses with need.
Before I know what I’m doing my other hand is between my legs, slippery with my juices and I’m rubbing it in circles around my clit because I need release, even as I take his cock into my mouth as far as I possibly can and hear him groan.
I’m rubbing myself frantically now, pulling my mouth back and sliding down his shaft, but then he moves back, taking his cock out of my mouth. I move my hand away from myself but he’s already seen me and he’s grinning as he grabs me by the arms and pulls me up and sits me on the bed again.