Dirty Trick

by Mickey Miller

  Marco finished the rest of his wine and slammed his glass down on the wooden table. He reached across the table and grabbed Eva's wrist. "I'm a little concerned that Corbin is spending too much time with you, though. We have so many women here—I can have one ordered for you, Corbin. I worry that you aren't accepting my hospitality."

  Or are you worried that since I'm spending all of my time with Alexa, you haven't had the opportunity to have your way with her?

  My possessive streak bubbled over. I didn’t give a shit if he was the boss or not, I needed to draw a line in the sand. "Dammit Marco! I'm not too concerned that I'm giving my woman a good nightly fuck. The way she services me, there's just not a real reason for me to get someone new right now. No offense Louisa, I'm sure you're great."

  "None taken," Louisa shrugged. She ran her tongue lightly around her lips and took another sip of her wine.

  "I am, however, concerned that we have been here for two days, and Luis Reyes still hasn't made an appearance. Marco, where is he?"

  "I will take you to him," Marco said. "But first, I want a night with Alexa," he smiled.

  I felt my insides tighten.

  "That wasn't the goddamn deal we set up. At no point did we talk about that."

  "The offer has changed," Marco said, cocking his head to one side.

  "You know what? I'm doing you a favor. You need me to sell to college kids. You enlisted me for this job! And now you're making demands. That is not how this works."

  Marco leaned back in his chair and folded his hands. The moonlight was starting to replace the sunlight, and he looked extra menacing.

  "You are my friend, yes, Corbin. But right now you do not make the demands. I make the demands." He moved his eyes to the several armed thugs surrounding our table.

  "You are my friend, too, Marco. Which is why I'm going to let this go. Must be the wine." I scooted out my chair and stood up. "Alexa. Come."

  She looked at Marco, then at me, like a dog between two masters. Marco said nothing.

  "Thank you for dinner,” Eva said politely.

  Two of the thugs stopped us as we made our way to the door. "Jefe, what should we do with them? That’s some major disrespect, no?"

  Marco got out of his chair and slowly approached us. He had the rubik's cube in his hand now, tossing it up and playing with it. It was totally solved except for the corners. He put his face six inches from mine, scowled and cocked his head.

  I wondered if he might just kill us both, right then. Shit, he was certainly crazy enough.

  “Tonight,” Marco began, “I’m going to let this go. But tomorrow we will have a serious business discussion. I think the wine has started to affect your head.”

  25

  Eva

  Corbin escorted me up the stairs. Once we were inside our room, I slammed the door behind us, managing to maintain a semblance of control in front of the video camera. "Corbin. I think we need to jump in the shower."

  If he was half as good with women as Marco claimed Corbin was, he'd understand the added verbiage that my eyes put in the phrase.

  Right. Fucking. Now.

  A million thoughts flashed through my mind as I tore off my dress and my jewelry. How I should have listened to Ned. How this whole mission was a mistake. How we almost just died. How we were so fucked now, like royally-fucked-we-are-going-to-get-killed fucked because Corbin couldn’t stop running his mouth.

  I turned the shower on full power, and the water was piping hot. I didn't care and jumped in. Corbin stepped in right behind me.

  "Jesus! Ouch! Are you crazy?" Corbin jumped at the heat of the shower. It was legitimately scalding, so I wasn't surprised that he recoiled.

  "Am I crazy? Screw you. You are the one who is legitimately insane."

  "Oh yea? I'm insane. Please, enlighten me how.”

  Corbin adjusted the water temperature so it was still hot, but now it was tolerable. He ducked his head under the water and wet his hair.

  "Well, let’s see. Number one you just told Marco to fuck off.”

  “More or less. Your point?”

  “So there is no way he’s going to lead us to Luis now.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong. But go ahead with whatever you have to say.”

  Dick.

  “Moving on to number two. He’s going to kill us. He’s just biding his time. I know it,” I said.

  Corbin grabbed a bar of soap and started to lather himself up. “Nah. We’re good. Trust me.”

  My blood boiled at the cocky bastard’s attitude.

  “I thought you were a little dense, but clearly you are just dumb. I think all of those drugs have slowed down your brain. Don’t you see what you’ve done?”

  I grabbed the soap from him. Even my lather was aggressive. I looked up and noticed Corbin was smirking at me.

  “What the hell are you looking at?”

  “You. You’re extra sexy when you’re angry.”

  My jaw dropped. Unbelievable. Corbin Young was an asshole, I trusted him completely, and now I was going to lose my life because of that choice.

  And you know what else was unbelievable? The cocky bastard was turning me on.

  “You’re unbelievable. We’re done. Whatever we had a couple of nights—that’s over. It was unprofessional, and I can’t believe I did it. And the worst part is, it’s affecting you!”

  “Yes, it is affecting me.”

  I glanced below Corbin’s waist, and he was starting to enlarge. Fuck that’s hot. But no more. I fought the feeling welling up inside me. Not a good idea.

  A light bulb went off in my head.

  “You don’t want me to spend time with Marco alone. You’re jealous. Which is stupid."

  Corbin chuckled. "Jealous? Oh, are we dating now? I must have missed the memo.”

  "Get serious, Corbin! You are getting possessive of me. And it's making Marco suspicious! I’m supposed to be your fucking mistress, your property to be shared. Not your girlfriend! You’re not supposed to guard me; you’re supposed to just pass me around."

  Corbin took a deep breath. He placed his hand on my neck and started massaging it, just like he had under the waterfall earlier. I was angry, but his fingers felt so damn good I let him leave his hand there.

  "Possessiveness has nothing to do with how I acted back there. It’s about respect. Do you know what people like Marco respect? They respect it when you have a spine and you stick up for yourself. So I told him to go fuck himself. Called his bluff. This is all one giant poker game.”

  I crossed my arms, unconvinced. "So you're saying you aren't possessive of me at all."

  Corbin swallowed and his chest muscles flexed. "Yeah I like you. I do. But my motivations for my actions here are purely based on me getting the DEA what they need to let me off my sentence. How I feel about you—" he intensified the neck massage, "has nothing to do with how I act with Marco. Business is business."

  “Your hand feels good,” I said, almost reflexively. Amazing, actually. Suddenly, I remembered that we were both naked in the shower. Corbin was staring back at me with his intense blues. His Adam's apple moved again.

  "What are you thinking about right now?" he asked me.

  “That’s my move,” I said. “What are you thinking about?”

  “You.”

  My heart felt like it dropped out of my chest cavity. I stepped back and felt my back press up against the cold tile. I let out a noise halfway between a moan and a sigh.

  “I feel something special for you,” Corbin said. “Tell me you feel something too.”

  “I feel something too,” I whispered. Corbin pressed his muscular chest against my soft breasts. His sharp jaw lingered inches from my face.

  “I admit it,” he growled. “I don’t want to see you with Marco. I want you all to myself.”

  I ran my hand down his wet, soapy chest, and he returned the favor.

  “Me too,” I moaned.

  26

  Corbin

  My mouth
smashed Eva’s, and she was mine again. Her lips felt like soft pillows, a haven for body and my soul. I pressed her soft body up against the hard tile wall, our bodies slick with soap and suds. She rubbed the back of my head with her hand ever so gently, and worked her way down my back, my hip, until she wrapped her delicate fingers around my cock.

  I let out a low, throaty growl. She looked up at me with her baby brown eyes. I had never wanted anyone more in my life.

  I wanted her so bad that the L-word ran through my mind, involuntarily.

  Love. Where the fuck did that thought come from?

  The L-word had never come close to crossing my mind before, but here I was in this strange, life-or-death situation with a girl I’d only known for three days and I’d never been so sure of anything in my life.

  I love Eva.

  The thought brought an intensity to our kissing that I’d never felt before. On a one to ten scale, we were at eleven.

  My lips opened, and I couldn’t say the L-word, but at least something came out. “I’ve never wanted anyone more in my life.”

  “Shut up and keep kissing me,” she said.

  Fuck I want her.

  I devoured her mouth with mine. One arm hooked around her and the other pressed into the wall to hold our balance. I wanted to feel every ounce of her skin against my own.

  I pushed her to the back wall of the shower and got down on my knees to taste her. She lifted one leg up and I dove between her legs with my tongue.

  “Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my…” she gyrated her hips in motion with my mouth. She lightly massaged a tussle of my hair as I pleasured her. Fuck me if I’d ever been so turned on in my life by the soft moans coming from her mouth.

  I put a finger on her clit, rubbing gently in circles. Her moaning intensified.

  “Ungh. Corbin. Unghhh…”

  She convulsed and hummed, her sweet submissive moan turning me hard as a rock. As if she could read my mind, she pushed my forehead out from in between her legs.

  “Corbin, I need you inside me. Now.”

  “Yes,” I growled, needing her just as much.

  I stood up and turned her body around. She put her hands on the wall and looked over her shoulder at me, brushing her blond hair behind her ear. I took a moment and just admired her beautiful being from behind. Her beautiful, round ass was pointed straight at me and her tits dangled. Her long hair was wet, and her make-up had washed off, revealing her beautiful true skin to me.

  She’d never looked hotter.

  “Please,” she said.

  I smiled. The sexiest woman I had ever met was wet as hell in front of me, begging me to fuck her.

  I leaned forward and kissed her on the neck. “Eva, baby. You’re so beautiful. You’re fucking incredible.”

  She closed her eyes and kissed me. She reached her arm back between her legs, found my thick hardness, and guided me inside her.

  She hummed softly as I entered her.

  She felt fucking incredible.

  I wanted to do this with her every day for the rest of my life.

  We started slow and sensual as she got used to me filling her up.

  I leaned down, took her breasts in my hands and kissed her again. I wanted every inch of her body, mind and soul.

  A few minutes later she got every inch of me, and the wet slap slap slap sound was heard over Eva’s moans.

  She is heaven.

  Soon I found the spot again and we hit our rhythm together. She interspersed “Oh God’s” with “yes’s” and “Corbin’s,” and we were taken to that higher place.

  I wanted to scream her name, but I couldn’t. Eva.

  “Oh God, Alexa,” I grunted.

  She looked over her shoulder at me. “Say it again, baby,” she purred.

  “Alexa, you are so fucking sexy,” I growled.

  Her hair bounced up and down along with the rest of her body.

  “I’m coming, baby.” She grinded her body against mine and my hips smashed her in perfect rhythm. “Right there…”

  She let out one more light moan and I lost it and became a wild caveman. I was bucking her as hard as I could against the wall. I loved feeling my hips right up against her flesh.

  “Eva, baby, I’m going to come,” I managed to say. “Where do you want me to come?”

  “Come on my tits.” We pulled away from each other for a painful second. She kneeled in front of me and grabbed hold of my slick cock.

  She aimed me right at her breasts, and I deposited an impressive amount of come on them. That’s what happened when you fucked the hottest girl you’d ever met, I supposed.

  She looked up at me with puppy dog eyes and I wished I'd had a phone to take a photo of the sexiest pose I’d ever seen.

  This was the moment I knew I was totally fucked.

  I was in love with Eva Napleton, and there were some very big reasons that this was a problem.

  I gently touched her face and guided her back up. Should I tell her how I feel?

  “Eva, I…”

  I was losing my mind. I really did want to do this with her every day for the rest of my life.

  “You what?” she asked. God, she was so fucking vulnerable. I needed to tell her. We could die tonight for God’s sake.

  “I think we should wash up,” I smiled. I kissed her.

  We stepped back into the shower and soaped up again.

  “Corbin, I…” she stammered, searching for words just like I did. “I think that was the single hottest experience of my life.”

  “You want to go again?” I raised an eyebrow.

  Her eyes started at my face and worked their way down my chest and abs before landing around my thighs.

  I’ll take that as a yes.

  27

  Eva

  Despite my freak out, Marco didn’t kill us that night. Or the next night, or the next. Although I hated to admit it, Corbin was right about Marco. After Corbin stood up to Marco that night, Marco stopped messing with us so much. Which basically turned our stay into a sort of a vacation, with the way Corbin and I had been…getting along.

  It had been almost two weeks since we first arrived. According to Marco, Luis had been on a trip to the Caribbean, but he would be getting here ‘soon.’

  We were both starting to get a little antsy that we still hadn’t found Luis. Back at base, they were probably freaking out.

  And here Corbin and I were just enjoying ourselves.

  The sunlight streamed into our room and I opened my eyes. Corbin was naked, sleeping spread eagle on the bed. Good thing it was a king size because the man took up a lot of room. I inched toward him and hovered my face over his, taking in his scent. I lightly ran my hand from his shoulder on down his chest and abs, not wanting to wake him.

  After our conversation under the waterfall, our relationship had spurred beyond solely a physical thing. I felt comfortable around Corbin mentally, too. I let my guard down. I had made more love with him in two weeks than I had with Ned in the entire last year of our relationship. I didn’t know if that said more about how shitty me and Ned’s relationship was, or how electric Corbin and I’s connection was—probably both. Not to mention I hadn’t faked a single orgasm with Corbin.

  Damn, I was getting horny just running my hand on his muscles. I ran my hand over his leg and I swore I saw his cock twitch a bit. He took a deep breath and I could tell he was still sleeping.

  Corbin and I had gotten really comfortable with each other through the last couple of weeks. We’d even started a running joke that we’d make in front of Marco. I would say very sexual, submissive things, conveying that the only reason I was there was to please Corbin sexually. This might have offended my sensibilities in a previous life. But knowing that Corbin was so completely and utterly concerned with my pleasure made me more than fine with it. I loved having an inside joke between us.

  I slid my hand down the V of his abs. I couldn’t help myself and I wrapped my fingers around his cock. Not even in a sexual way…jus
t in an I’m curious kind of way. Could guys get hard in their sleep?

  I looked into the camera and smiled. I wondered if Marco was watching us this early in the morning. Maybe I should give him a little show, just in case.

  Since when did I think like this?

  Corbin had rubbed off on me, the little sexual deviant. I meant that in the best way possible. He brought out the Alexa in me. In fact, I was starting to enjoy living the life of this very sexual alter ego.

  The crazy thing was that I was falling for him. The whole crazy “pretend I’m his personal prostitute” thing had made me feel closer to him than any man I had ever been with. I felt like I had the license to be naughty in bed and he wouldn’t judge me, no matter what.

  And somehow…that made our connection deeper? But that made no sense. Logic, Eva, use logic.

  You’re a DEA agent, he’s a criminal. After you catch Luis Reyes, you two are done.

  Sure, he was damaged, but weren’t we all in some way? I knew Corbin had a rap sheet a mile long, but everybody deserves a second chance, right?

  I stroked his length, up and down. I hadn’t gone down on a guy in so long. But if anyone deserves a morning wake up, it was Corbin. He hadn’t even asked one time for me to go down on him. With Ned, it was him begging me every night and it seemed like such a chore.

  Corbin groaned, stirring. I was nervous, but I crawled over and got directly on his side, perpendicular to his body for easy access. I tied my hair in a ponytail behind my head, and put my hand back on his cock. Slowly, I leaned my head down, opened my mouth and licked his shaft on the sides.

  He opened his eyes and they darted immediately toward mine.

  “Eva,” he growled, his voice gravelly. My heart beat harder, and I didn’t know if it was because he used my real name, or if it was because I felt like I might have surprised him with something I wasn’t sure if he’d like. Maybe he’d be freaked out by my morning enthusiasm.

  “Yes?” I answered, grinning.