Free Tease Me by Emily Goodwin Page B

rushed into my room, closing the door behind
me.
    I reached down, my hand
rubbing over the bulge in my pants, and I shuddered. I pulled off
my belt. I hadn’t felt this close to coming without being inside a woman since I
was a youth. I pushed my jeans down just enough to whip out my
member. I pumped my hand up and down, spreading the precum over my
shaft.
    The way she hated me, told me to go to hell
and meant it…it burned me up inside. When her hand wrapped around
my neck, I knew what I wanted, what I’d been craving all this time.
I wanted a challenge.
    My head tipped back. I moved my hand faster.
I came, semen dripping down my hand and onto the floor. And yet I
didn’t feel satisfied.
    What the fuck had Ellie Morgan done to
me?
     
     

Chapter 12: Ellie
     
    I sat on the bed, shaking. What the fuck had
just happened? I pulled the blankets over my legs and removed the
ice pack from my forehead. The bleeding had stopped, but I still
felt shocked.
    Things had escalated fast—so fast. Alejandro
came into the room, his questioning innocuous. Then he touched me,
oh God, it felt so good and all he did was run one finger over my
collarbone. If only he touched more of me…
    My pussy quivered.
    I closed my eyes and let out a breath. Part
of me was mad I pushed him away. If I hadn’t, we could be having
sex right now. My mouth was suddenly dry. I opened my eyes and
looked around the room.
    He wanted me. That was obvious. When his
erection pressed against me, I wanted him too. I wanted him to
tease me, to make me want him.
    “ Fuck,” I
muttered.
    Just minutes after he had left the room,
someone came in to attend to my wounds. All I needed was a Band-Aid
and an icepack, nothing serious. Was that enough to prove Alejandro
cared about me?
    I set the icepack on the nightstand and
thought back on the last twenty-four hours. My life had gone from
disappointingly boring to…to this. I sighed. Holy hell, things
could change fast. I turned off the light and lay down, even though
I wasn’t tired. I’d done nothing but sit around all day. Well, that
and try on the clothes the maid brought me. Everything was new, and
everything was my size…and everything was expensive, revealing, and
beautiful.
    The door opened, startling me. Alejandro
stood in the doorway. He looked stressed, his beautiful face pulled
down with worry. Whoever called him must not have had good
news.
    He leaned on the doorframe, looking bored but
so fucking sexy at the same time.
    “ How’s your head?” he
asked.
    My heart fluttered. “I’m okay.” I reached up
and touched the small cut. “Nothing major.”
    “ Good,” he said and crossed
his arms. His shirt was tight around his biceps. I pressed my lips
together, ignoring the rush of warmth that went between my
legs.
    “ What are you doing?” I
asked, voice weak.
    Alejandro moved across the room. I swallowed
hard. I wanted him to climb into bed with me and shove his dick
inside me. No. No, I didn’t. I blinked. Yep. I did. I so did.
    “ Just checking on you,” he
whispered. He leaned close to me. My heart hammered. He bit his
lip. My eyes closed, and I tipped my head up, waiting for him to
put his lips to mine. “Goodnight, Ellie,” he said, moving
back.
    Asshole. He came in here just to tease me. I
clenched my jaw. Now he knew I wanted him too. He walked back to
the door.
    “ Ellie,” he said without
turning around. “If you want some company tonight, just open your
door.”
    I couldn’t see his face, but I imagined his
cocky grin. He put the ball in my court. I closed my eyes, thinking
of his hands on my body, his hard cock between my legs. My body
reacted to his, quivering, pulsing, growing wet and warm.
    Fuck. Me.
    No.
    Fuck him.
    I rolled over, glad I took the pain pills
offered to me. A dull headache was starting to form, and I hoped I
could sleep it off before it hit. I tossed and turned for what felt
like hours before I fell asleep.
     
    *
     
    The next two days passed exactly the same.