Taunt Her

by Caitlyn Dare

  Her nipples pebble behind the fabric, and I’m reminded that there’s nothing beneath my shirt. She squirms, her thighs rubbing together, her foot moving against my growing cock.

  “Jesus fucking Christ, we’re going. Just stop doing that when you’ve got company.” Conner’s words barely register as I glare at Remi’s skirt as if its mere presence offends me.

  “Don’t break her, Ace. We need someone to deliver the drinks next time we hang.”

  “Fuck. Off.”

  The second the door shuts behind them, I dive for her. “Fucking hell, Princess. Do you have any idea how badly I need my hands on you right now?”

  She shakes her head, a shy, innocent smile playing on her lips.

  “Well, let me show you.”

  I part her thighs, exposing her lace covered mound, and settle myself between them. Dropping my lips to hers, she makes a point of keeping hers closed for a few seconds in defiance.

  I growl. “Hmmm… you know how much I like it when you fight. But you forget something, Princess. I fight dirty.”

  My hand dives under my shirt, and I cup her naked breast in my palm. She gasps at the sensation and her lips part for me.

  “Wasn’t hard now, was it?” I mutter against her mouth.

  Her response is a groan as I pinch her nipple, making her hips roll against me.

  Fuck. Revenge shouldn’t feel this fucking good.

  I still for a second as the reality of why we’re even here hits me full force. But I lock it down. None of that matters right now. I’ll worry about that later when I step outside of this little bubble we’ve found ourselves in.

  Right now, all that matters is hearing her scream my name as I make her lose control.

  I kiss along her jaw and down her neck. “You want me to make you come again, Princess?”

  “Yes,” she whispers.

  “How do you want me to do it?”

  When she doesn’t respond, I give her some suggestions.

  “My fingers?” I pinch her nipple again.

  “Yes.”

  “My tongue?” I lick up the column of her neck and she trembles.

  “Yes.”

  “Or my teeth?” I bite down, hard enough to leave a temporary mark. I can’t help it. I need everyone in this fucking town to know who she belongs to.

  “God, yes.”

  I don’t offer her my cock. Not yet, anyway. Something tells me she’s not ready. The slightly hesitant way she touched me earlier leads me to believe she doesn’t have all that much experience in this area, and unlike fucking Bexley, I don’t take things that aren’t offered to me.

  I might ruin them after, but at least I get their permission first.

  Pushing the fabric of my shirt up her stomach, she helps me out by lifting from the couch and allowing me to pull it from her head. I stare down at her, and my mouth waters.

  “So fucking perfect,” I mutter, running my fingertip over her brand.

  Mine.

  “Ace,” she begs, thrusting her full breasts towards me.

  Reaching behind me, I tug my own shirt off and drop it to the floor. Her eyes immediately drop to my ink. I know she’s curious about the story behind the art, but like fuck am I tainting her with those fucked-up stories.

  Dropping my head, I suck one of her nipples into my mouth and then the other. She moans and writhes beneath me, but as much as I might want to take her right here on the couch, I know that anyone could see us right now if they cared to look.

  Pulling her into my arms, her legs automatically wrap around my waist and her arms around my neck. She plays with the hair at my nape before leaning forward and dropping light kisses to my neck. Unable to cope with her softness and the things it does inside my chest, I throw her down on the bed. Her eyes fly open as she bounces.

  “I already told you, Princess. I don’t do hearts and flowers. I do hard and rough. That okay with you?”

  “Y-yes.”

  “Good.”

  I push my sweats and boxers down my legs in one go, and her eyes drop to my hard length. I’m not sure if she’s aware of it or not, but she licks her lips.

  “All in good time, Princess. Let me take care of you first.”

  I pull her skirt down her thighs without undoing it, before wrapping my fingers around the edges of her panties and tugging until the fabric rips. “Now when you walk out of here, you’ll be forced to remember what happened between us.”

  She bites down on her bottom lip as she watches me stare at her. My cock juts out in front of me, but I ignore it. Although I fully intend on having it seen to the second I’m done with her.

  I grab her ankles and she squeals as I pull her to the end of the bed before dropping to my knees before. “Such a pretty pussy.” I run my finger through her folds, smiling when I find her wet and ready for me.

  “Ace,” she moans, bucking from the bed.

  “You want my mouth, Princess?”

  “Yes, yes I need… fuuuuck.”

  Leaning forward, I part her and suck on her clit. The second her taste hits me, I realize that I’ve got a problem.

  I’m fucking addicted.

  Her fingers dive into my hair and she pulls me closer, needing more. I slide two fingers inside her, and with them and my tongue working together, I play her until she screams my name for the entire town to hear.

  Fuck, yes.

  “Jesus, Ace. I feel like I could sleep for a week,” she mutters as I climb up her limp body. Her eyes follow me but they’re tired and hooded. Exactly as I planned.

  “Too tired to repay the favor?”

  Her eyes flick to my cock and she once again licks her lips. “I’ve… um… never…”

  Her innocence fucking slays me, and I do something I never thought I would when next beside a hot body. “It’s okay.” Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I pull her in to kiss me.

  She moans as she tastes herself, and my cock weeps, knowing that it’s turning her on.

  I wonder how quickly I could get her off again?

  I’m just about to put that thought into action when she pushes harshly at my shoulder and forces me to lie back. She throws her leg over my waist before taking charge of the kiss.

  Sexy. As. Fuck.

  Her heat grinds down on my length. I’m so close to grabbing her hips and thrusting up into her, but I know I can’t. I’ve got to wait.

  She shimmies down my body, kissing over my pecs before running her tongue along the indentations of my abs.

  “Remi,” I warn. She’s getting dangerously close as she starts to make her way down my V, licking and nipping at me with her teeth. If she doesn't finish the job, then I can’t be held responsible for my actions.

  Her innocent dark eyes look up at me.

  Fuck.

  All the air rushes out of my lungs at the sight.

  So fucking perfect.

  “Don’t worry, Ace. I got it covered.”

  “O-okay,” I stutter like a fucking idiot when she’s hovering right over me. Her breath tickles my sensitive skin. It’s the ultimate tease.

  “Just tell me if it’s—” I cut her off.

  “It’ll be perfect,” I grate out, beginning to lose grip on my restraint.

  Thankfully, she wraps her hand around my length before staring at it like it’s a fucking popsicle stick.

  “Remi. Fuuuuck,” I grunt when she licks the head.

  My body tenses as I wait for more. Almost as soon as she pulls back does she get braver and suck the tip of me into her mouth.

  Her wet heat is fucking mindblowing, and all I can do is focus on the sensation as she begins bobbing up and down.

  I fight to keep my eyes on her, to try to remember what it’s like, because I know the time is coming where this is going to come to an end and all I’ll have is memories.

  “Jesus, Princess. So fucking good.”

  She smiles around me at the praise and takes a little more of me.

  My fingers thread into her hair, bu
t instead of using it to guide her like I usually would, to make her gag on my length like the dirty sluts of my past, I hold gently and allow her whatever she needs.

  Fuck, she can have anything she wants if she keep fucking going.

  Long before I’m ready for it to end, tingles erupt in the base of my spine and my balls begin to draw up.

  I don’t want to warn her. I want her to drink me down. But I can’t do it to her.

  She isn’t them. She’s different and she deserves more.

  Hell, she deserves a lot more than me and how I’m going to treat her. But that’s who I am, the motherfucker with no conscience from the Heights.

  “Rem, I’m gonna come, baby.”

  I tug on her hair a little, giving her an out should she want one, but she doesn't even flinch.

  Okay, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

  “Fuuuuuck,” I groan as my orgasm hits me.

  And even still, she keeps fucking going.

  Once I’ve come down, I pull her up my body and kiss her until I’m once again hard and ready for more.

  Fucking hell, will it ever be enough with her?

  I lose track of how many times I make her come, but by the time she passes out beside me, I’ve fulfilled my promise of using my fingers, tongue, and teeth. Now all I need is to sink inside her and find out just how tight she is. But I’ll wait until she’s begging me to take her.

  After convincing her to stay, Remi texted her Mom earlier and said she was spending another night with Hadley. She wasn’t all that happy about doing it until I reminded her of the benefits of staying with me—none of which she’d be able to have if she were alone in her own bed. She caved pretty fast to my way of thinking after that.

  I could have let her go, but I need her here, believing I spend the whole night in bed beside her, because I’ve got some revenge to go and serve.

  Thirty minutes after she passes out in my arms, I slip from the bed and silently pull on some dark clothes. After texting Cole, I leave the pool house and meet him at the side door, ready to go.

  “What’s the plan then, bro? Beat him black and blue so he misses the first game of the season.”

  “We’re not going to lay a hand on that cunt. Not yet, anyway. I’ve got something much more painful to his ego in mind.”

  Cole rubs his hands together like the sadistic motherfucker that he is, and a wicked smile curls at my lips.

  I fucking love my brother’s twisted mind. It’s the only one that rivals my own.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Remi

  I wake with a start. Sitting up, I push unruly curls out of my face and get my bearings. I’m in the pool house still, and it’s late. I can tell from the way the moonlight is streaming in through the window.

  Ace sleeps soundly beside me, his hand curled possessively around my hip. For someone who likes to repeatedly remind me he isn't a hearts and flowers kind of guy, he’s doing a pretty impressive job of pulling me deeper under his spell.

  Grabbing my cell off the nightstand, I check the time. One-thirty. Jesus. Mom is going to ask questions tomorrow, a lot of them. But I’ve already given Hadley a heads up that she’s my cover, should anyone ask.

  Restless, I check my messages and have a quick glance at social media. I’m about to put down my cell when something catches my eyes.

  What the hell?

  It’s a photo of the beach, where the volleyball court is, and right there, bound, gagged, debagged, and tied to one of the posts is... “Bexley?” I shriek.

  “Uh, what?” Ace’s voice is heavy with sleep.

  “What the hell?” I zoom in to read the marker scrawled across his chest. “I suck Seahawk dick.” My eyes fly to Ace. He’s still asleep beside me. “Tell me this wasn’t you?”

  Bexley is already gunning for revenge, and I don’t want to think about what he might do if Ace was responsible for this.

  “Ace,” I snap, grabbing his nipple and twisting.

  “Ow, what the fuck?” He bolts upright.

  “Tell me you didn’t?” I thrust the phone in his face and he frowns, rubbing his jaw.

  “What the hell is that?”

  “It’s Bexley, look...”

  He explodes with laughter. “Stupid douchebag had it coming to him.”

  “So it wasn’t you?” I narrow my eyes, looking for any trace of guilt. Before I can make a decision, he flips me onto my back, pinning me to the bed.

  “What can I tell you, Princess? I wish it was me. Fuck only knows I can’t wait to get him for ever putting his hands on you. But it wasn’t me.” He runs his nose along my jaw, letting his lips ghost over mine. “How could it be when I was here all night, getting you off.”

  My stomach clenches. “I fell asleep,” I murmur as he begins to grind into me. “You could have... snuck out.”

  Ace hitches my leg around his waist, driving deeper. Only the thin cotton of my panties and his boxer briefs separate us. “Why would I sneak out when I have you in my bed?”

  “It really wasn’t you?” I can’t imagine anyone else is stupid enough to take on Bexley.

  “Let me fuck you,” he whispers against the shell of my ear, making my stomach coil. “I need inside you, Remi, baby.” He rolls his hips, showing me just how ready he is.

  “Ace, I’m...”

  “You’re a virgin?” He doesn’t look surprised, just curious.

  I nod. “This, us, I like what we have going,” I slide my hands over his broad shoulders, “but I’m not sure I’m ready to—“

  He gives me a tight nod. “I can wait.”

  “Geez, thanks.” I drop my eyes. Part of me wants to give it up to him. It isn’t like I’ve been holding onto my V-card for that special someone. I just didn’t ever want it to be something I’ll regret.

  Ace grips my chin, pulling my face back to his. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

  “There’s some stuff... stuff you don’t know about me. Stuff I’ve never really dealt with.”

  His eyes flash with concern, his muscles tensing. “What stuff?”

  I nudge him gently, and Ace rolls off me. He slips his arm around me, pulling me into his side.

  “After my mom found out about the affair, she went off the rails. Drinking. Hanging out at bars looking for attention. I guess she needed to know she still had it or whatever. Anyway, she met this guy. She was so smitten, but I never liked him. There was just something about him.

  “Things started to get serious, and he started coming around the house. I was so mad at her. We’d barely gotten settled in and she had already moved on, or at least, that’s what it felt like.” I knew now, that wasn’t it at all. She was hurting, and she needed something—or someone—to help numb the pain.

  “Anyway, he turned out to be a total jerk. He’d get drunk and order her around as if it was his house. She didn’t let him stay over often, but when she did I always dreaded those nights.” I inhale a deep breath, blocking out the memories.

  “Princess, you’ve gone awfully quiet over there.” I sense Ace watching me. “Did he do something, Remi?”

  Anger laces his words, soothing something inside of me. Ace cares. Whether or not he’s willing to admit it, I know he does. But like me, he hasn’t had a typical upbringing. The people he was supposed to be able to count on, to teach him about love and family and forgiveness, let him down.

  And now we’re here.

  Two lost souls bound together by stolen touches and toxic kisses.

  “Tell me about you,” I say, changing the subject. I’ve already said too much about mom’s ex. I don’t want him to come between any more than he already is.

  “There isn’t much to say,” Ace grunts. “Dad died when we were young. Mom tried, and failed, to hold it together, and I had to grow up fast to take care of my brothers.”

  “And that guy, Donny? How did that happen?”

  “The Heights is a jungle, Princess. If you’re weak, you get preyed on. And if you’re strong, you have to pro
ve your worth. Lucky for me, I was always strong and I had something to fight for.”

  “Your brothers?”

  I feel him nod. “It’s why I’m here, for them...” Ace hesitates. “They deserve a chance at something better. Conner is smart, he could do anything he puts his mind to, and Cole has a real shot at football.”

  “And you?” I lean up to look at him. “What do you deserve, Ace?”

  He looks at me and says ten little words that make my heart ache. “There’s only one place I’m going, Princess. Straight to Hell.”

  I wake to the feel of Ace’s lips trailing over my collarbone. “It’s almost ten.”

  “What?” I shriek.

  “Yeah, we overslept. Conner just texted to say your mom just got here.”

  “Shit.” I bolt upright, catching Ace in the face with my elbow.

  “Motherfucker,” he grinds out, rubbing his cheek. I duck down to kiss him better.

  “I’m sorry, but if my mom finds out I’m—“

  “Sorry to burst your bubble, Princess, but that ship has long sailed.”

  “She knows?” My brows furrow. “And James?” He nods. “Why do you seem so calm about this?”

  “Because,” Ace flips me, rolling me beneath him, “it doesn’t change the fact that I’m going to be doing very bad things to you tonight.”

  “Yeah?” I grin.

  “Yeah.” He kisses me, letting his tongue slowly twirl with mine. The news that my mom and James both know about me being here melts away until I’m drowning in nothing but the feel of Ace’s lips on mine.

  “We should probably go face them.”

  “Okay.” He’s acting too cocky, as if he can’t wait to see his uncle’s reaction.

  “You know,” I say, climbing out of bed and searching around for my clothes. “James really isn’t so bad once you get to know him.”

  Ace freezes, anger flashing across his expression. He storms into the bathroom, slamming the door.

  Okay then.

  I let out a small sigh. Maybe there’s a way to go before Ace forgives James.

  By the time I’m dressed, Ace comes back into the bedroom and pulls on some sweatpants and a clean tank. “Come on.” He holds out his hand, and I take it.