“Yeah, because if I die on his watch…”
“Girl, come on, man.” Maia leaned out the window. “Take a closer look.”
For a moment I said nothing. When her engine went on, I stepped back and wrapped my arms around myself. I headed back inside as she reversed.
Inside, Malik was on the phone. Tarek took my hand and led me into the office. He closed the door and eased me into the hard surface.
“I’m going to ask again.” Tarek met my eyes. “Are you okay?”
“A little bruised, but you should see the other guy.”
He smiled. “I’m going to run you a bath.” He said.
I grabbed his shirt to stop him. “Call me needy but I would like you to kiss me.” I hung my head. “I want to feel your hands on me, to hear you breathe in my ear—why am I like this?”
Tarek turned and peeled my fingers from the fabric of his shirt. He used his body to hold me to the wall and pressed his mouth against my ear. I sighed, closed my eyes and waited. His scent was intoxicating—strong, woodsy. He moved his cheek against mine, the day-old stubble grazing my skin, turning me on.
“You’re saying you want me, Ellie.” He whispered huskily before nipping at my earlobe. “Don’t beat around the bush. Say the words.”
“I...”
He leaned back and quickly spun me to face the door. I braced both hands on it before his body was back against mine. He reached down to grab my ass in his large palm and squeezed. “Say the words.”
I moaned.
He spanked me. “Say. The. Words.”
I melted down my own leg and gasped as his hand marked my cheeks for him. “I want you.” I conceded. “I want you right now.”
“Good girl.” Tarek growled while tugging my thong to the side.
He filled me hard and fast from behind. I tried keeping my scream of delight in. I tried being a good girl, to think about how inappropriate this had gotten. But he pulled out only to shoved back in and every word I wanted to throw out died in my throat. I panted and arched back, shoving my ass out for him to take me deeper, harder, faster.
Tarek didn’t disappoint. He rode me like I craved and after my first orgasm, he spun me around, covered my mouth with hand and found me again. I met his gaze, not believing how unbelievable wrong yet sexy it was to have him like this.
“Tell me how you want it.” He growled. “No, don’t look away.”
“Tarek…”
“Yes, Ellie?”
“I want it harder.” I moaned while digging my fingers into his shoulders. “I want it every way you can give it to me.”
He lifted a hand to my throat and held my neck in place so I could watch him. He wanted me to watch him break me apart and my body succumbed to the thought. I slumped into his chest and the motion caused him to slip from my body.
I pushed him backwards toward a chair then slipped to my knees in front of him. He cradled my neck and I went down on him, trembling, moaning, sucking.
“Ellie.”
My only reply was to fondle his balls and pulled him to the back of my throat. I knew Tarek was almost there—every sound he made, every time his body stiffened, every twitch of his mouth. When he tried to push me away, I held onto the arms of the chair and merely pulled him deeper into my mouth until he exploded.
The happiness that caused me was unbelievable. It was dirty and wrong, but I could muster the capacity to feel even a little bit ashamed about it. The momentum of me pulling off him sent me to my ass. All I did was met his eyes, while his spunk slipped down the corners of my mouth.
Cobra
Plans for the club changed.After Malik left us for the night for an emergency surgery, Ellie darted up the stairs with her shopping to shower and get ready. It took me no time at all to dress, but it seemed to have been taking Ellie a lot longer. As I paced the kitchen, the computer on the island beeped. I looked down just as Swede’s face filled the screen. “Christ on a cracker.” I muttered. “That is creepy.”
Swede smirked. “What’s the matter, Snake-man? I’m not cute enough for you?”
