by J. Lea
Sophie steps closer, and pulls the zipper I zipped up to my neck, lower. “What about now? You still think it’s not sexy?” Turning to the mirror, I see my breasts are almost spilling out of the top. Sophie’s simple action suddenly turned my costume from moderately sexy to sinfully sexy.
“You’re right. That’s not for me.”
“It looks like it was made exactly for you. I was kidding earlier. Jake will be picking up his jaw from the floor when he sees you. And look at that ass. You look stunning. A pair of knee high boots, and you’re going to be the hottest thing on the block.”
“So, should I buy it?” I bite my lip in thought.
“Definitely!” Sophie vigorously nods her head.
“And you make an awesome Superwoman,” I wink at her.
Turning back around to face the mirror, I watch my reflection. I’m not used to seeing myself in such daring outfits, but I feel sexy. Matt decided on a Zorro costume; he looks handsome as hell.
“Wow, Ella, I almost didn’t recognize you,” Matt exclaims, his hands around Sophie’s waist, showering her with kisses. Sophie winks at me, making me smile. We then change out of our costumes, and turn the store upside down to find something for Jake to wear. When we finally give up a while later, we take our costumes to the counter, and buy them. I invite them to my house for coffee.
“I can’t believe we couldn’t find a good costume for Jake,” I say for the third time since we left the store. “We don’t have a lot of time left to come up with something that would fit him.” I put the tray with coffee and cookies on the coffee table, and join them on the sofa. “What would look good on him?”
“What wouldn’t look good on him?” Sophie mutters, and Matt raises an eyebrow at her. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. You know I love you, but we’re talking about Jake Burns.” She purses her lips, batting her eyelashes at him innocently. Matt shakes his head, chuckling.
“Women,” is all he says, making Sophie and I burst into laughter.
“Oh, I know,” Sophie jumps in her seat, making us look at her, waiting for her to continue. “You’re a convict, so why don’t we make him a cop? He could cuff you. I bet he’d like that,” Sophie claps her hands, and wiggled her brows excitedly.
“He would look sexy in a uniform,” I agree. But where will we find a police costume on such short notice? People already bought almost every costume in the city.” I lean back in my seat, crossing my legs. I try to think of something, when the bulb in my head goes off. “James,” I grin. “I bet he can help us with the uniform.” Sophie smiles in response. I grab my phone and call James.
“Hello?” he answers.
“Hi, James! It’s Ella.”
“Miss Vaughn? Is something wrong?”
“No, no, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to worry you. I just have a question. I know you have buddies at the police station, so I was wondering if you could get me a police uniform. I need one for Jake for Halloween.”
“Hmm,” he mutters. “Did Mister Burns ask you to call me?”
Busted. “Well…not really…” I say slowly. “But if I said anything to him, he wouldn’t want to dress up. If I surprise him with a costume, he wouldn’t have a choice but to go along with it.
“I don’t know, Miss Vaughn.”
“Please. I won’t tell him I borrowed it from you.”
“I’ll see what I can do. But I can’t promise you anything.”
“Thank you, thank you! I’ll be in touch.” As soon as I hang up, I let out a huge breath. In the end, everything is going to work out perfectly.
~ * ~
“So…” I say, as I fold the freshly laundered T-shirts. “We’re going to Pearl tonight for Halloween.”
“Are we?” Jake’s eyebrow shoots up. I nod. “I’m not in the mood for going anywhere. I had a horrible week, and I don’t feel like partying tonight. We can stay home together, and have fun here. But if you want to go, you can go without me.” Jake indeed came home from Malaysia in a terrible mood. Besides having problems with tires, he had to retire from the race early on. This was one of the most important races of the season, and winning would’ve automatically made him the world champion, but since he didn’t finish the race, he didn’t receive any points. Gonzales, who is currently in the second place, won, and came dangerously close to Jake in the rankings. Now, the final race of the season will decide the winner, and Jake’s focus is currently solely on racing. There is nothing he wants more than to take the title home again. He trained the whole morning, and then he spent the bigger part of the day at the circuit. When he finally came home, he watched the footage from earlier races. “I don’t feel like going anywhere.”
“Honey, don’t beat yourself up about this so much. You need a little fun, too. You’ve been working so hard the whole season, letting go once in a while will do you only good,” I say gently, sitting down on the bed beside him, placing my hand on his knee.
“Ella, I have to stay focused now that everything’s at stake. I’ve worked my whole life for this. I need to win. I have to.”
“I understand.” I feel slightly disappointed. I really wanted to dress up tonight, and have fun with Jake, forgetting just for a night that he’s a big shot motorcycle racer. I haven’t seen him in more than two weeks, and I want to spend as much time with him as possible. “I’ll stay home with you. I don’t see you enough as it is, and Pearl isn’t going anywhere. We’ll go some other time.”
“No, babe, you go. I’m sure Sophie and Matt would be disappointed if you didn’t. Go on, have fun, we’ll have the entire day tomorrow to ourselves.”
“Are you sure?” I ask, leaning my head on his shoulder.
“Yes, go enjoy yourself.” Jake places a soft kiss on my forehead with his arm over my shoulders, pressing me into him.
“Okay,” I say, and head to the bathroom to change into my costume. It won’t be the same without Jake, but I’m determined to have fun. Besides, I can’t waste a perfectly good costume. It’s a shame I won’t get to see Jake in his, though. He’d be smoking hot.
Jake
I’m lying comfortably on the bed with my legs crossed at the ankles, one arm under my head, and remote controller in the other, rewinding the footage of the race in Malaysia on the television. I have no clue what was going on those couple of days I spent there. Nothing went as planned, and tires were causing me problems at practice and in qualifying. I don’t even want to think about what a disaster the race was. As I was going into the first left corner, I skidded off the end of the track, and couldn’t set the motorcycle back upright, so it caused me to crash. I desperately wanted to win; this was my ultimate goal, because Gonzales is breathing down my neck with only a few points behind me. Now it all depends on the last race. I’ve never been as nervous as I am right now. I want the title of the World Champion; god knows how it’s going to be next year, if I’ll still able to maintain top shape, which is necessary in order to secure the top spots. I pause the footage right before my fall, and play it at half-speed. I need to study all the details of my crash so it doesn’t happen again. I’ve already gone through the footage a million times and know it by heart, but I watch it again and again to punish myself for making stupid errors in the first place.
“Sophie and Matt will pick me up,” I hear Ella’s voice, and then she walks into the bedroom. I turn to her to nod, but my body freezes as my eyes take in the image in front of me.
“What the hell, Ella? What are you wearing?” My eyes are glued to her, roaming all over her body hungrily. Damn, she’s sexy as hell.
“A costume,” she drawls, her response sounding like a question. “I went shopping with Sophie and Matt a few days ago. She’s Superwoman and Matt is Zorro. Do you like mine?” She grins as she spins slowly around so I can see her from all angles. My mouth hangs open in amazement, my dick swelling and straining painfully against my sweats.
“You can’t go out wearing this,” I sputter. Her leather costume leaves nothing to imagination, hugging her hips an
d her ass like a second skin, a black belt emphasizing her narrow waist. Her breasts are pushing against the top of the costume, zipper bursting open. She let her hair down, falling in waves to her shoulders. And the cherry on top are the over knee high heel boots, screaming for me to fuck her right here, right now. My cock is screaming for release.
“Why not? You don’t like it? I was sure you’re going to love it.” She wiggles her hips.
“No, I don’t like it,” I say seriously, a downright lie. But damn it, she can’t go out wearing this. Everybody will be drooling all over her ass and breasts. Ella’s shoulders slump, her eyes turning from happy and playful to surprised and insecure. She turns to the mirror. My gaze falls to her gorgeous butt. Christ, the things I want to do to her right now. I don’t want her to think she looks awful in this costume—on the contrary, I want to throw her on the bed and bury myself into her—but I won’t let anyone see her wearing this, undressing her in his or her heads. She is mine. I slowly walk up to her, my gaze never leaving hers, staring at me in the mirror. Moving her hair to the other side, I kiss her neck. I instantly feel goose bumps form on her skin, and I turn her toward me. Sliding my fingers down her cheek to her lips, I say: “Do you have anything else you could wear? I wouldn’t mind lending you one of my T-shirts.” I’ll even drape her in a sheet if that means she won’t be wearing this to the club.
“Seriously, Jake? And whom will I be going as? You? I like this costume, and I don’t care if you hate it.” Just as I think she couldn’t possibly be sexier, she pulls handcuffs out of a drawer, and slaps one cuff around her wrist, the other cuff dangling at her side. Seriously? My eyes almost fall out of the sockets. My cock gets harder, if that is even possible. Swallowing soundly, I open my mouth to protest, but nothing comes out of it. Ella’s gaze drops to my crotch where a sizeable bulge is dominating my pants. Her eyebrow shoots up, a naughty smile appearing on her lips.
“I thought you said you didn’t like the costume,” her voice is low and seductive. She walks to me and grabs my erection through my sweats, making me close my eyes, and moan.
“I don’t.” A lie.
“I guess he didn’t get the memo.” She licks her lips, tightening the grip on my cock, which is desperate for her attention, her gaze never leaving mine. Our lips are inches away.
“You know he’s the one with the brains,” I whisper, intoxicated by her touches and her sweet smell. As I lean in to kiss her, she lets go of my cock and turns away. Hey, come back, I want to yell.
“Too bad,” she looks over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling. “I’ll have to find someone else to play cops and robbers with, then.” She walks out of the room. Yeah, right, in her dreams! I have her pinned against the wall a second later.
“That’s never going to happen,” I whisper in her ear. “The only one who can play with you is me.” I capture her lips in a hard, possessive kiss, grinding my steel-hard erection in her belly to show her how much I want her. “I’m going crazy with want for you, Ella,” I groan into her mouth. “I need you so badly.” I reach forward, and pull down the zipper to release her breasts, straining against the material. I slide the leather to the sides. “You’re not wearing a bra.” I say stupidly.
Ella gives me a playful shake of her head, grinning. “Nope.” She pops the ‘p’.
“You’re definitely not leaving the house dressed like this. I’d be up all night thinking about all the other men undressing you with their eyes.” She’s going to stay here with me.
“So, go with me, and that way you won’t have to worry about others since your hands will be on me the whole night.”
“I’m seriously considering joining you.” Even though I should be preparing—mentally and physically—for the race, I’m not letting her go out dressed like this alone. “But I don’t have a costume.”
“Don’t worry. I already took care of it.” She pulls me to the closet. “Here,” she throws a uniform in my arms. I lift it to see what kind of a uniform.
“Where did you get this? No way am I wearing this.”
“Sophie and Matt will be here in five minutes. If you don’t want me dancing with other guys, you’re going to wear this. Otherwise, I’m leaving without you.” Geez, the things I have to do to keep other men from drooling all over her.
“Fine,” I fake a pout. I pull my sweats down, and free my still hard cock. I see Ella’s eyes cloud with passion.
“I’ll take care of him when we get back.” She drops to her knees in front of me, and takes my erection in her hand, guiding it in her mouth. I gasp and close my eyes, burying my hands in her hair. The feel of her warm, wet mouth on my cock feels incredible. But as quickly as she’s wrapped her lips around me, they’re gone, replaced by cold air. “That was just a little preview. Can’t wait for the main event,” she winks.
“No,” I groan in protest, I desperately need her mouth on me. Pulling her to her feet, I grab her butt, lift her in the air and crush my lips to hers. “I want you, babe, now.”
“Jake, baby, Sophie and Matt are going to be here any minute.”
I put her down on the bed in between kisses. “I don’t care. They can wait.” Knees on either side of her waist, I look down at her. “You’re gorgeous, I will never tire of looking at you.” Just as I lower my head to feast on her nipples, the doorbell rings, causing me to groan in protest. Ella wiggles out from under me, pulls the zipper on her costume back up, and hurries to open the front door. I swear in frustration, and plop down on the bed.
Ella
Matt excuses himself to the toilet, and Sophie and I are waiting for Jake to join us. I probably did a poor job fixing the top of my costume, and combing through my messy hair before I opened the door to let my friends in. I’m sure I’m still blushing from Jake’s dirty talk. At first, I actually thought he hated my costume, but then I saw what was bothering him. He’s jealous of other men looking at me, and he thinks I’d attract too much attention in what I’m wearing. I’m not saying I don’t look great—I feel phenomenal—but he has nothing to worry about. My eyes only see him, and that’s the most important thing. I’m glad I managed to persuade him to join us. He could use some fun and dancing. I know how important his upcoming race is, but it’s not happening tonight, and he has to live a little, too.
“Oh my God,” Sophie whispers, more to herself than to us. Her mouth wide open, and she’s staring at something behind me.
“What?” I turn around to see what’s happening.
“Oh my God” is indeed the correct comment in this situation. Jake has just walked into the kitchen, wearing the police uniform. He has a duty belt around his waist with handcuffs and a fake gun on it. But the sexiest thing on him is the tie around his neck that just begs for me to drag him into the bedroom by it. He’s fastening the buttons on his sleeves. It’s true what they say—men in uniforms are hot.
“Ella, you’re screwed tonight. Every woman will want a piece of that.” Gulping soundly, I slowly nod. She’s right. I’m screwed.
“Wow, Jake,” I manage to utter. I’m speechless.
“Do I look presentable?” he asks, still fumbling with the button on his right wrist. “I can’t believe you talked me into this,” he whispers as I walk to him, give him a kiss, and help him with the buttons.
We climb into the car, and Matt drives off. When we get to Pearl a few minutes later, he parks at the VIP section of the parking lot, and we walk towards the long row of people, waiting to get in. Jake grabs my hand, and I feel something cold snap around my wrist. Confused, I look down, where I see the shiny metal of a handcuff. But not just my hand. The other cuff is secured around his wrist. He winks at me. “This way, I’ll have you in my sight the whole night.” His wide grin lights up the dark night sky. I’m not complaining though. I’ll keep an eye on him as well, or should I say, his groupies.
We don’t need to wait in line as Matt is one of the owners of the club, and the bouncers recognize him immediately. When we reach the top floor, we’re immediately wel
comed by a loud music blasting from the speaker, and I start moving my hips to the rhythm of the popular pop song. The big room is decorated with pumpkins and skeletons and witches and cobwebs, giving it the Halloween-y feel. Matt and Sophie go to a table while Jake and I get drinks. I’d wait with my friends, but we’re cuffed together, so I guess tonight I go wherever he goes. It’s weird to see Sophie drinking only water, but she has to take care of the tiny human growing inside her. So far, she isn’t showing, and she looks gorgeous tonight in her skintight costume. While we wait for our drinks, I see Jake’s gaze on me, his mouth grinning wide.
“I see you’re enjoying this.” I raise our handcuffed hands, and Jake is nodding his head to the music.
“Definitely, babe. But I have another scenario playing in my head, how I’m going to cuff you to the bed when we get home, and you’ll be at my complete mercy.” His thumb slides across my lips. My pulse jumps at his words, wetness pooling between my legs. I have to take a few breaths to gather my thoughts. Is it hot in here or is it just me?
The evening gets even better after that. After round one, Sophie and I want to get wild on the dance floor, but since I’m confined to Jake’s side, that’s not possible. I raise our joined hands, telling him I want to dance with Sophie. I suggest we can stay cuffed, but in this case he has to join me on the dance floor. He decides he’s not letting me go, so he talks Matt into dancing with us. The quartet dances to the music, shaking our butts to the faster songs, and swaying to the slow ones until sweat is pouring down our faces. Tired and thirsty, we head to out table.
After grabbing another round of drinks, we are standing at the table, sipping our iced drinks, and chatting animatedly. I glance at Jake; I love seeing him laughing and having fun. The last few days were stressful for him, so watching him, with a grin on his face, warms my heart. Jake’s warm breath against my ear brings me back from my deep thoughts.