Dirty Trick

by Mickey Miller

  “Around you, I am. But we’re not doing this, don’t worry. I just have to work a little penis voodoo.”

  I concentrated on thinking of anything besides Eva’s gorgeous, voluptuous body in front of me, her entire body soaking wet. She had one hand on her big, round breasts just on the bottom border of my peripheral vision. Her wet blonde hair fell behind her head like this was some stupid rom-com and we were in the rain, waiting for our first kiss.

  The difference was I knew exactly what kissing Eva felt like. Hell, I knew what everything felt like. That was definitely not rom-com sex we had one month ago.

  I needed to be thinking of anything else besides Eva. But I couldn’t. It was hard. It was fucking hard.

  And yes, it was fucking hard, too.

  “Well, it appears we have a big problem here, don’t we,” she smiled, amused at my failed attempt to make my erection go away.

  “Ah, just give me a few minutes to meditate…or something.” I’d never meditated. I had no idea why I said that.

  “I’ve been thinking. We had better put on a show for Marco when we get out there.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Just kissing, that’s it.”

  “Good idea. Just kissing? Maybe we should buck a little bit to make sure it’s convincing. You know, grind our bodies together and make some ooh’s and aah’s.”

  “I’m quite good at faking orgasms. I did it for years with my ex.”

  “Perfect. I bet you’ve been dying to put that skill set to good use, and now you can. Just be warned, I’m not going to go easy on you with this fake sex.”

  “I wouldn’t want you to,” she batted her eyes at me.

  “Oh and Alexa,” I ran my hand through her thick, wet hair. “The minute I turn this shower head off, you don’t break character. Not for a second.”

  “Don’t worry, papi,” she said. “If it’s a show Marco wants, a show he’ll get.”

  We locked eyes, and for a split second, I forgot everything. I forgot I was in Mexico, only here to get out of serving a jail sentence. For a moment, there was just Eva and I.

  I turned the water off and took a deep breath.

  In that moment, I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted a woman before.

  18

  Eva

  Corbin and I laid on our sides in bed, our faces inches from each other.

  Naked except for my bra.

  I could feel the heat of his body radiating from his skin even though we weren’t quite touching. Like a game of chicken, we both refused to make the first move. Or should I say the first fake move.

  Maybe Corbin was just teasing me. But he definitely wasn’t the shy type.

  Out of the corner of my eye I saw the camera in the room, and I did my best to remind myself that this was for show.

  We were behind enemy lines, and if Luis Reyes suspected even for a second that something was off between the sexual dynamic of Corbin and I, that could mean death for us.

  So we needed to make this convincing.

  My heart palpitated as our lips drew closer together so we were just millimeters apart. He put his hand on my hip and brought my body into his. I closed my eyes and felt Corbin’s lips finally eclipse the remaining space between us as I breathed heavily.

  A wave of electricity pumped through my body. He grazed my neck and back lightly with his fingers. I brought my hand around his head, and ran my fingers through his thick brown hair.

  Uh oh. Houston, we have a problem.

  I wanted Corbin. Bad.

  And I didn’t want to just dry hump him for the cameras under the covers like we were in a high school play together. Wait, what kind of high school play lets its students dry hump? The logical half of my brain had totally stopped functioning.

  I wanted to feel him just like the first night.

  We kissed sweetly and slowly this time. I didn’t recall Corbin being such a good kisser from our one night stand. Maybe that was because I was too concentrated on how many O’s I was having to think about the kissing.

  I did my best to stop thinking about Corbin and how much I wanted him to take me, the real me, Eva. Don’t think about Corbin’s muscular arms wrapped around you, it said. Don’t think about how such a strong and powerful man is touching you so lightly and carefully with his fingertips. And for God’s sake, do not think about the big cock that is stiffening and touching your thigh.

  My self-talk wasn’t working. At all. Clearly I needed a new strategy.

  Corbin’s tongue ran over the outline of my lips and I battled his mouth with mine. I grabbed a tussle of Corbin’s hair. He responded to my touch by wrapping his arm around my middle. Pulling our hips together, he let out a low throaty growl. A shiver started in my heart and ran from my head to my toes.

  Resistance was futile. I kept getting wetter by the second.

  “Corbin,” I let out a long, low whisper. Corbin opened his eyes.

  “Yes?”

  “I want you.”

  “You’re doing a damn fine job right now,” he smiled and whispered in my ear. “Oscar worthy.” He lightly bit my lobe. I could hear him breathing and feel the heat coming off his face.

  “No. Really.”

  Corbin squinted, as if he was deciding if I was just acting really well, or if I was serious about breaking my pact of no sex. I arched my back and moaned. My earlobe was one of my spots, and Corbin was breaking me down.

  I tried in vain to convince myself this was still about the undercover mission.

  It’s not real. We’re faking it.

  The wet spot between my legs was as real as it got.

  It’s just a game.

  If the weight of Corbin’s muscular body on top of mine was a game, it was the most fun game I’d ever played.

  His mouth smashed mine and I closed my eyes, forgetting where I was. I reached my arms up to the headboard and let his nimble hands work behind my back to unhook my bra. I arched my back, and Corbin took this as an invitation to work his way down my face, neck and chest with his tongue.

  “Just do it,” I said.

  He raised an eyebrow and floated his face back up above mine, hovering over me and leaning on one of his arms. A strategic hand stayed behind, rubbing my thigh.

  “You want me to…go down on you?” he whispered in my ear. “I’m sorry, Eva, I just can’t. I think we were pretty clear on the rules. You were pretty clear on the boundaries you wanted to set.”

  “I want you. I need you,” I moaned and ran my hand along the back of his muscular thigh. “Stop playing.”

  “Oh, are we done playing?”

  Corbin smirked and began to move his body to one side to hop off me. Instinctively, I reached up to grab his hip and stopped him from getting away. My hand, however, accidently grabbed his junk.

  “Jesus Corbin, you are hard as a rock,” I murmured, surprised at how engorged he was.

  Corbin let out a throaty breath. “What are you doing, baby?” he looked down in an opiatic stare, his eyes glazed over.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. I was done letting him tease me.

  “Please, Corbin. I want you to fuck me.”

  I batted my eyes to make sure he knew there was no sarcasm to that comment.

  “Touché,” Corbin said.

  He wrapped his arms around my legs and dragged me to the edge of the bed so my butt was almost hanging off it, my feet pointing straight up in the air. He knelt on the floor so his face was at the perfect level for what he was about to do.

  Corbin looked up at me with his lips curved upward in a smirk. “If this is a game, I think I like this game.” He licked around my legs, teasing me before he dove between my legs. I curled my fingers into the sheets feeling fire and ice run through me at once.

  My eyes wandered to the corner of the room and I again noticed the camera that was pointed directly at us. Enjoy the show, Marco. I smiled, as Corbin tongued between my legs, making me twist and turn.

  It was a show all right, but there wasn’t a thing fake about this anymo
re. It was ironic that I had spent a whole relationship faking my way through it, pretending everything was fine when it wasn’t, and now with Corbin in a fake situation I felt bowled over by how viscerally and truly I wanted this man.

  “Corbin, that’s enough toying with me,” I ran my hand through his thick brown hair. Still kneeling, he glanced up at me. “I want you inside me,” I whispered.

  I didn’t have to tell him twice. Corbin stood up, and my eyes traced the “V” of his chest until they arrived between his legs. He was hard, and still dangling so low. If I hadn’t already had that thing inside me, I’d wonder if it would even—

  “It will fit, stop acting like we haven’t already done this,” Corbin smirked. “Besides, you are as wet as the Gulf of Mexico right now.”

  I smiled, fixating on him—not just his manhood, but everything about him at that moment. My eyes jumped from body part to body part. For some reason I was avoiding his gaze.

  “Alexa, look at my eyes,” he said, staring at me.

  A soft smile ran across my face—so much dopamine and oxytocin running through my body. He reached down and put a curled finger underneath my chin, angling my head up and forcing me to stop averting my eyes.

  “Alexa, up here. Eyes are up here,” he joked again.

  “I know exactly where your eyes are. But it’s not your eyes I want in me right now.”

  “You are so impatient sometimes, you know that?”

  He turned around, grabbed a golden foil pack from the dresser and rolled on the condom. He climbed back on the bed and knelt in front of me, still not entering me yet.

  “Let me give you a hand,” I said. I reached down and grabbed hold of his girth with two hands and guided it between my legs.

  “Fuck, Alexa,” he groaned. He slid in slowly, one inch at a time. I turned my head to the side and stifled a moan in the pillow.

  Corbin teased me with shallow strokes.

  “You sure you want it?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Stop fucking with me and fuck me already,” I said. “Please.”

  He smiled and gave in to my demand, pushing all the way in. Feeling suddenly full, I let out a whimper.

  “It’s okay,” he whispered, guiding my face toward his. “You can scream as loud as you want here.”

  He grabbed hold of my hips with one hand and my head with the other as he stroked back and forth. I ground my hips against him in rhythm.

  “Mmmhmmm,” was all I managed to get out between moans.

  “It’s so hot when you moan like that,” Corbin said.

  The thought that I was turning him on made me moan louder.

  For a moment, he paused. “Don’t stop,” I said, perhaps even a tinge of annoyance in my voice when he slowed down.

  We bucked together, he grabbed onto my hair and pinned me down, forcing me to stare into his icy blue eyes. I moaned as the pleasure came in waves. I loved the feel of his big body on top of me, taking me how he wanted.

  “Let’s change positions,” he said.

  “Take me however you want.”

  He pulled out for a moment and angled my legs toward the ceiling, pushing my knees toward me like the happy baby yoga position. My legs together, I felt him squeeze inside me.

  Remember that other spot? Nope, I realized I was wrong. This was the spot.

  Corbin was carrying me away to the third layer of heaven. As he plunged into me again and again, I didn’t stifle my moans. Instead, I embraced them.

  “Harder, Corbin,” I moaned.

  I felt his hips hitting mine with every stroke. I clenched around him, he felt so big and hard.

  “Deeper,” I commanded. I had been staring at Corbin’s chest, and I looked up at his eyes to find him staring right back at me as I felt his thrusts somehow go further inside me. We were both alone in our own worlds of pleasure, but we were both somehow together too.

  “You’re going to come, aren’t you?” Corbin growled.

  “Ughn hun,” I managed to squeak.

  “Do it. Come for me, baby.”

  I was wordless as I arched my back, reached my hands out and grasped at Corbin—grasped at anything in the vicinity. I wanted an anchor to hold as I let go completely. I felt like I might just float away.

  We bucked like wild animals. I shook, and when the thunder between us finally subsided, I opened my eyes and saw his sweaty face, inches from mine.

  “God it’s so hot when you writhe like that,” Corbin said as I floated back to reality, calming my breath. He stayed inside me a moment before he pulled out, and I groaned at the empty feeling he left me with.

  “It’s easy when you’re doing…what you do,” I mouthed.

  And that’s when I realized I was in trouble.

  Because rule number one of undercover missions is don’t get feelings for your partner.

  It’s in the handbook. Trust me.

  19

  Corbin

  The next morning, Eva showered, and I headed downstairs and slipped outside to the patio.

  Marco was seated at a table outside with Louisa, and I took a seat across from him.

  “Buenos días,” I said, my voice gravelly.

  “Wish I could have woken up as happy as you did,” Marco said, taking a sip of his coffee and shooting me a curious smirk.

  “Come again?” I furrowed my brow.

  “We could hear you and Alexa down here. Shit. You could be heard all over the property.”

  “I guess we never did close the balcony. My bad,” I laughed.

  Marco broke into a smile. He reached across the table and put his hand on my shoulder.

  “Good to see you are back and operational again, cabrón. The Corbin of old.”

  “Coffee?” A maid in a blue and white apron asked me in a heavy Spanish accent.

  “Yes please,” I answered and she filled my cup. I inhaled the aroma of the strong brown liquid. I motioned to her and she topped it off with cream.

  “So when will Luis Reyes be arriving?” I asked.

  “Soon,” Marco answered from across the table.

  “How soon is soon?” I asked, taking a sip of my coffee. It was impossible to see last night when we arrived in the middle of the night, but the lavishness of the Reyes mansion was on display in the morning sunlight. From our position on top of a hill, I could see all manner of wilderness: fruit trees, brush, and rolling hills as far as the eye could see. And the mansion itself was gigantic—the size of a couple of football fields put together.

  “You look tired this morning, Corbin,” Marco said, changing the subject. The way he smiled at me, I knew he had watched that video from last night. On the table was the rubik’s cube. One side was solved, but the other five sides were still a quilt of different colors.

  “Well, you know what this fresh air does to the girls. Drives them loca,” I took another sip of my coffee and Marco stared back at me. “Makes ‘em want to stay up all night doing dirty things.”

  “And what person wouldn’t want to do dirty things with you?” Marco said with an even more devilish smirk that gave me a weird vibe.

  I recoiled just a tiny bit, but didn’t show it.

  “Oh, for sure. They all do.”

  Is Marco hitting on me?

  “How much are you paying Alexa for her company, by the way?” he continued.

  “The standard rate, a thousand a day or so,” I said, making up a price off the top of my head. I made a mental note to let Eva know that price as soon as I had her alone. “Why do you ask?”

  “I ask because I’m curious about your arrangement. You said you picked her up at the club…how did you convince her so quickly to drop everything and come with you? Was she a prostitute before?”

  Marco picked up the rubik’s cube and turned it over, looking for a strategy to make the colors match.

  I raked a hand through my hair. I knew what he was getting at. He was kicking himself for not having done the proper background check on
Eva before he allowed her to come with us.

  Not good.

  “Sometimes, you just find the right woman who is open to a paid arrangement,” I said, looking over at Louisa, who was quiet as a mouse. “You seem extra curious.”

  “Indeed, I’m curious. Luis was asking about it. I showed him a picture of her.”

  “A picture, eh? Where did you get that?”

  I was sure the “picture” Marco was referring to was actually the video he had taken in our room last night. I pursed my lips and held my tongue, using all of my self-control not to jump across the table and punch Marco in the face.

  In my logical brain, I knew Eva and I were putting on a show last night in bed. But knowing that Marco was sharing our love-making with his dirty cousin just didn’t sit right with me.

  Marco averted his eyes and looked down at the ground. I focused on the man for a moment. He was in his early thirties, a little overweight, and with a big mustache and untamed facial hair. I sensed a strange vulnerability coming from him, as if in spite of his drug dealing, villainous image, all he’d ever really been looking for was love from a quality girl. And dealing drugs filled that void for him.

  “Look, Marco, women are a little like this rubik’s cube here,” I picked it up off the table. “They’re complex creatures with many different sides to them. Observe.”

  I spun the cube a few times and looked for the white cross. “You’ve got to start small. Don’t try to solve the thing on the first turn.”

  In a few more spins, I had the white corners. “This requires time and patience.”

  Marco watched me closely. After a few more spins, I had all of the sides crossed. Now I just needed to match the corners to the sides.

  “The thing is, you can solve one side, like you did, but the key is not to put all of your energy into getting one side, it is to look at the thing like the different parts of a whole. And sometimes, you gotta take a loss to that perfect side to make things work in the future.”

  In another minute or so I solved the thing completely. Marco stared in amazement and I handed it back to him.