Playing with Fire

by J. S. Cooper

  “Forgive me, I can see I’ve upset you. Forget my words, I was obviously wrong.”

  “Do you mean that?” I asked through narrowed eyes, softening up inside.

  “Yes, I was wrong.” He nodded. “Please say the night isn’t over as yet.”

  “What do you want to do?” I grinned, suddenly feeling better and horny again.

  “First, let’s get something to eat and drink, and then we can have some more fun.”

  “Eat?” I looked at him in surprise.

  “Yes, eat.” He grinned at me. “You’ll need your energy for what I have planned next for you.”

  5

  “You can wait in the living room while I go to the kitchen and make us something to eat.” Grant walked me down the corridor to a large room. “You can have a seat and watch some TV if you want.” He nodded at me and gave me a quick kiss. “My shirt suits you.” He winked as he undid the top button and stepped back. “Hmm, maybe one more.” His fingers grazed my breast as he undid another button and then grinned. “Yes, much better.” He licked his lips as he stared at me, practically naked aside from his shirt. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

  “Okay.” I nodded and walked into the living room. I could feel the shirt riding up as I walked, and I felt slightly uncomfortable in the room, practically naked.

  “Late night?” A smooth voice made me jump as I walked to the couch.

  “Yes.” I turned around and saw Tyler standing there wearing nothing but a pair of red gym shorts. His muscles bulged out at me as he stood there with a towel over his shoulder. His hair was cropped low, but appeared to be blond. His eyes, blue and dark, peered at me with a look of disappointment. “Can I help you?” I asked, feeling even more self-conscious, knowing the tops of my breasts were visible to him.

  “No.” He grunted, staring at my long expanse of legs. His eyes narrowed as he surveyed my whole body. “You can’t tell me anything I don’t already know.”

  “What does that mean?” I frowned and walked towards him, making sure to hold the front of the shirt down. What was up with the men in this house?

  “You’re a smart girl.” He shrugged and took a step forward. “Or I’m guessing you think you’re smart.”

  I didn’t answer him as he walked towards me, his blue eyes wary. He looked angry, and I wasn’t sure what his problem was. He reminded me of an action movie star. He wasn’t quite handsome, but he was so built that it added a dimension of sexiness to his overall look. I stared at his muscles and shivered. Tyler was a man who could stop you with one finger.

  I turned away from him, feeling slightly confused. I didn’t understand why he was in the room with me, and I didn’t understand the electricity buzzing between us. I felt on edge, and all of a sudden, the only place I wanted to be was at home. I walked away from him quickly and headed towards the fireplace. There were a bunch of photographs on the mantelpiece, and I surveyed them quickly, wanting to distract myself.

  “Who’s that?” I pointed at one of the photos.

  Tyler frowned as he walked over to me and his eyes followed my finger. “Don’t you worry about that.” He turned towards me. “You shouldn’t be here.”

  “Why not?” I asked him curiously. “How long have you worked for Grant?” I asked him, hoping to remind him he had better watch his step, as I was here with his boss.

  “Long enough to know that if you were smart, you wouldn’t be here.” He shook his head. “You’re not special, you know.” His fingers grabbed ahold of my shirt sleeve.

  “I know.” I nodded, feeling hurt and pulling away from him. “I know I’m not the first girl he’s picked up.”

  “You’re not.”

  “So what happened with the last girl?” I asked curiously, ignoring his annoyed face.

  “You don’t want to know.” He said dramatically.

  “Oh?” I froze and stared at him. “Why not?”

  He looked back at me for a few seconds and then we heard footsteps coming towards us. “I told you girl, you shouldn’t be here.” He shook his head and stepped away from me. “I tried to warn Eugenie, but she didn’t listen.”

  “Who’s Eugenie?” I frowned, but then the door opened.

  “Here are the drinks.” Grant beamed at me as he walked towards me with a glass. Then he noticed Tyler in the corner of the room. “You’re up?”

  “Yes.” He nodded. “I was in the gym. I came in to say hi.”

  “I trust you and Tyler have gotten on well.” Grant surveyed my face curiously, and I could feel an odd tension in the room.

  “Yeah.” I nodded. “He’s a nice guy.” I smiled weakly.

  Tyler grunted at my response. I looked over at him, and I could see disappointment in his eyes once again. “I’m heading in, Mr. Slate. Do you need anything else?”

  “We’re good for the night.” Grant shook his head. “Thanks, Tyler.”

  Tyler nodded and then looked at me for a second before exiting the room and pulling the door shut. All of a sudden, the room felt smaller, warmer, darker, and more dangerous. For a second, I thought about trying to call Tyler back into the room, but I knew I couldn’t. His disappointed blue eyes flashed through my mind as I stared at the door, and I wondered why he’d given me that look.

  “You seem to trust Tyler a lot,” I said to Grant casually, staring at his perfect body and handsome face.

  “I know Tyler has my back.” Grant nodded as he handed me the small glass. “I’ve got a grilled cheese coming as well. I hope you like them.”

  “I love grilled cheese sandwiches.” I nodded, my stomach churning at the thought of eating food.

  “I thought you would.” He nodded and watched me as I sipped the whiskey he’d given me. My throat and stomach burned as I consumed the alcohol, and I felt a feeling of trepidation as he stepped towards me. “You’re a very beautiful girl, Evie.”

  “Thank you.” I licked my lips slowly as he gazed at me appreciatively.

  “I’m lucky you chose to spend the night with me.” He grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him. I felt his hardness against my stomach and swallowed hard. “It’s not often I meet a girl like you.” He kissed the tip of my nose and I felt his hands cupping my breasts.

  “It’s not often I meet a guy like you,” I answered honestly, thinking about my very ordinary life. I leaned up and kissed him on the lips, and his eyes widened in appreciation as he kissed me back softly. His tongue sought entrance into my mouth, and I sucked on it eagerly, enjoying the taste of him more than the whiskey I’d recently consumed.

  “So what were you and Tyler talking about?” he asked me softly as he pulled away from me.

  “Not much.” I shook my head and gasped as he lifted the back of my shirt up and caressed my ass. I wasn’t sure why I’d lied. I wanted to ask him who Eugenie was and what had happened to her. I wanted to ask him why he was so trusting of Tyler, yet Tyler was warning me to stay away from him, but I didn’t. Something in me told me to keep my mouth shut.

  “I want to make love to you again,” he whispered as he bit down on my neck, sucking hard. “I want to fuck you on the couch.”

  “What about the grilled cheese sandwich?” I asked softly as he pulled my hand to his hard cock. I squeezed it gently and he grunted.

  “Fuck the grilled cheese sandwich.” He pulled me towards the edge of the couch and then pushed me forward over the arm. My ass dangled up in the air and I could feel the cool air caressing me as he slid up behind me. I felt him pull his cock out, and I immediately grew wet as he placed the tip up next to me and rubbed me gently. “Or are you hungry?” He slipped the tip of his cock inside of me and paused. “Would you rather eat first?”

  I moved my hips in response, and he growled as he entered me slowly.

  Knock Knock.

  We froze at the knock on the door, and Grant pulled out of me and pulled me up.

  “Yes?” he called out, annoyed as we turned around.

  “There’s something burning in the kitchen, S
ir.” Tyler walked into the room and stared at us. I could feel my face burning as he looked at us with an emotionless face. My pussy was still quivering from the feel of Grant inside of me. I bit down on my lower lip as I realized I’d forgotten to mention the condom again. I stared at Tyler’s face, and I could see he was judging me. I wanted to walk over to him and punch the superior look off him.

  “Oh shit,” Grant sighed and then looked at me. “I guess we will eat first. I’ll be back.” He strode out of the room and then paused at the door. “Are you coming, Tyler?”

  “In a minute, Sir.” Tyler continued staring at me, and I looked at Grant’s face. He looked upset and annoyed, but he didn’t say anything else as he walked away from the room. What was going on here?

  “Didn’t you hear me?” Tyler asked softly as he walked towards me.

  “Hear you what?” I mumbled as I stared at his murderous blue eyes.

  “I told you, this isn’t a position you want to be in,” he growled at me. “Are you stupid?”

  “Don’t talk to me like that!” I said angrily. “You don’t have any right to judge me.”

  “I’m not judging you.”

  “You can’t tell me you’ve never had a one-night stand before.” I pointed at his naked chest. “But I suppose because I’m a woman, I can’t have one and be okay with it.”

  “This isn’t one night.” His eyes bore into mine, and he grabbed my shirt, pulling me towards him, the edges of his hands pressing down on my breasts.

  “What are you talking about?” I frowned and swallowed as I looked up into his bottomless eyes. I stared at his lips and swallowed hard. What was wrong with me? Was I seriously attracted to Tyler as well?

  “You’re playing with fire.” He stared down at me, and his gaze fell to my lips.

  “What?” I licked my lips quickly.

  “Stop giving me ‘I-want-you-to-fuck-me’ eyes,” He growled, and I pulled away from him abruptly.

  “What are you talking about?” I shouted. “Are you out of your mind?”

  “Oh sorry, maybe they were just ‘I-want-you-to-kiss-me’ eyes.” He laughed and shook his head. “Better?”

  “I think you should leave.” I stepped back towards the fireplace. “I’ll tell Grant you came on to me.”

  “I’m not coming on to you.” He shook his head. “I’m warning you. The big bad wolf is on your doorstep.”

  “Then I suggest you leave please.” I squared my shoulders. “If you leave now, I won’t tell Grant what you did.”

  “What I did?” He laughed. “I’m not the big bad wolf, Evie.” He shook his head as he walked towards me. He lifted up my shirt slowly and he gazed at my naked body underneath and dropped it. “Though I have a feeling you’ve already let the wolf in, haven’t you? You let him have his first meal, and now he’s ready to dine all night.”

  “Get away from me.” I slapped him across the face. “What do you think you’re doing?”

  “I have no idea.” He pursed his lips and stepped back. “Obviously, I have no idea.”

  “You should leave now.” I bit my lower lip, a headache starting to hit me.

  “I don’t know what game you think you’re playing, Evie. I don’t know if you’re a stripper pretending to be an innocent or if your story about helping a friend out is true. All I can say is I think you’re in over your head.” He nodded his head at me. “And now, I’ll leave. Have a good night.”

  “Where are you going?” I asked him softly, remembering Grant and the chains in his room. Maybe Tyler being around wasn’t so bad. Maybe I’d made a mistake with Grant. There was something about Grant that scared me, even though he’d been a fantastic lover.

  “To bed.” He stared at my legs and then back up to my face. “Alone,” he said slowly, and I gasped.

  “You’re a pig.” I shivered. “I don’t want to go to bed with you.”

  “Huh?” He smiled and winked at me. “All I said was I’m going to bed alone.”

  “I know. I just...” My voice trailed off as I realized I’d made an assumption that could very well be wrong. “Have a good night.” I gave him a weak smile and walked over to the couch. What was wrong with me? I’d come home with one guy, had actually already slept with him, but was now thinking about another guy. A jackass of a guy.

  “You too, Evie. Have a good night.” He paused at the door as he walked out. “Try not to think about me later.” He closed the door behind him before I could say anything to him.

  “Ass,” I whispered into the empty room as I stood up and walked back over to the fireplace and looked at the photo of Eugenie. Who was this girl? I studied her photo and sighed. She looked young, maybe about nineteen or twenty. She had a huge smile and big blue eyes. Her hair was long and blonde. She was beautiful. Really beautiful. And she was smiling up at the camera with loving eyes. Who was she? And who was taking the photograph?

  “What are you doing?” Grant walked into the living room. I spun around, feeling guilty as if I’d been caught doing something I shouldn’t be doing.

  “Uh, nothing.” I shook my head and walked towards the couch. “Did you make the sandwiches?”

  “Yeah.” He nodded. “I don’t know why Tyler didn’t just take the pan off the stove.” He made a face, his handsome features contorting. “Sometimes I think I should fire him.”

  “Why don’t you?” I took a sandwich and nibbled on it.

  “He’s like family.” He shrugged. “You don’t fire family.”

  “Yeah.” I nodded as I chewed on the sandwich.

  “Now, where were you?” He grinned and pulled me towards him. “Let’s eat and then make love again.”

  “I’m feeling tired,” I lied as I felt his fingers reaching down to cup my ass cheeks.

  “I think I can wake you up again,” he said lightly, but his fingers dug into my skin a little bit rougher than previously. “We want to make the most of the night, don’t we?” His fingers slipped between my legs, and I shuddered as a finger slipped inside of me. “Don’t we, Evie?” he growled into my ear as another finger slipped inside of me.

  “Yes,” I moaned, dropping my sandwich and falling against him. The pleasure coursing through my body made me forget everything. How could he make me forget my worries so quickly? I cried out as a third finger entered me and he moved his fingers quickly in and out of me. “Ooh,” I cried out and bit into his chest. He growled down at me in pleasure at my touch.

  “I knew you were a bad girl.” He pulled his fingers out of me and pushed my body over the edge of the couch again. I waited to feel him inside of me again, but instead I felt his hand slap my bottom.

  “What are you doing?” I gasped and looked at him as he slapped me again.

  “Shh.” He shook his head and grabbed my hips. He smacked me one more time, a little harder this time, and I was about to pull away from him when I felt the head of his cock at my opening again. “Shh,” he growled again as he pushed his hardness inside of me. “Doesn’t this feel good?” He reached under and grabbed my breasts as he started to fuck me slowly.

  “Yes,” I moaned as my body responded to his movements. I cried out as he reached up and pulled my hair, turning my face to the right. I shuddered as I felt him filling me up and bringing me close to orgasm already. I felt my body quivering, and for a second I froze as I looked at the mantelpiece again and saw the photo of Eugenie watching us. I bit down on my lower lip as I realized I had absolutely no idea what I had gotten myself into. What had started as a favor to Hailey had taken a crazy turn, and I wasn’t even sure how one night could have already changed my life so much.

  6

  I woke up before Grant did the next morning. My body felt stiff and sore from our lovemaking. I groaned as I opened my eyes and thought about all the sex we’d had. A feeling of shame and embarrassment swept through me as I realized I’d just had my first one-night stand with a complete and utter stranger. A stranger I’d met as a stripper. Yeah, I wasn’t really a stripper, but I’d been acting
as a stripper for the night.

  “Morning, Evie.” Grant kissed my shoulder when he woke up, and I turned to face him. I wasn’t sure what the protocol was the morning after a one night stand.

  “Morning.” I smiled at him and gazed into his brilliant emerald green eyes. He looked even more handsome in the light of the morning.

  “I take it you slept well?” His fingers played in my belly button, and I squirmed on the bed next to him.

  “I did.” I nodded.

  “I guess you’re wondering when you’re going to get your money?” His fingers slipped lower and gently slipped between my legs.

  “No.” I closed my legs and frowned. The talk about money first thing definitely made me feel like a prostitute. “I wasn’t thinking about that at all.”

  “Open your legs.” He nibbled on my earlobe.

  “No.” I shook my head and pouted, feeling upset because he thought he could just talk to me as he wanted to and still have me.

  “You know you want to,” he whispered in my ear, his tongue licking me.

  “Does Tyler live with you?” I changed the subject and turned over to face him more directly.

  His hand left the spot between my legs and he stilled. “Yes, of course.”

  “So he’s a live-in chauffeur?”

  “Something like that.” His eyes narrowed. “Why do you ask?”

  “No reason.” I shook my head and moaned as he pinched my nipples. “I should get going soon.” I gasped as he bent down to suck on my left nipple.

  “Were you attracted to Tyler?” He asked me softly as his teeth nibbled and tugged on my nipple. I shook my head slightly as Tyler’s face entered my mind. For one brief second I imagined it was him in the bed with me.

  “No, of course not.” I pulled away from Grant, my face reddening in shame. What was wrong with me?

  “He’s a handsome guy.” He shrugged. “Very, very built. Like a wrestler almost.”

  “You’re as built as any wrestler I’ve seen on TV.” I lightly touched his arm and he smiled.

  “Not as much as him.” He smiled and stretched, his chest muscles rippling before me. “Anyway, we have muscles for different reasons.”