Her Twisted Pleasures (7 page)

This was only about sex. If either one of them got too attached, we’d put an end to it right then and there.

The most important rule was simple: Talia got to come at least once every time. This was all about her pleasure, and Alex had no trouble obeying that rule.

He fucked her slow,

grinding against her clit while she moaned under him. “Come for me.”

“No.” She shook her head.

“Do it. Now.” He banged her hard and her body curled.

Talia twisted her head around to look down the hall, fear in her eyes. When she didn’t see me, she wrapped her legs around his waist and arched up, moaning and twisting.

Yeah baby! Come for him again.

She gasped and squealed.

“Yes! Oh God, Alex.”

I almost came in my pants.

He looked at me and

snarled, driving his dick so deep into her pussy I thought it was going to pop out her mouth. “Fuck my cock, slut.

Fuck it hard.”

His dirty talk did it for her.

She held the blanket over her mouth, but that didn’t keep her quiet. She gave up trying to muffle her gasps and came hard. The first one was good, but the second one was always more intense. She squeezed her eyes shut, her skin flushing pink, and Alex’s eyes rolled back in his head when she clamped her thighs around him.

The girl tightened like a vice every time. I could feel her draining him as she’d done to me so many times.

Twice! That was awesome.

Alex fell on top of her. “Oh baby, that was so hot. I finally made you come more than once. Let’s do that again.”

“There’s no time.”

“He told me he can make you come over and over. I want to do that to you.”

“He did?”

“We talk about fucking you.”

“What?”

“He tells me what he does to you, what you like.”

“You didn’t tell him about us, did you?” Her panicked voice made me cringe.

“Nope.”

Liar.

“Don’t scare me like that.”

Alex sat up and pulled her onto his lap, impaling her on his cock. “You like being scared.”

She shook her head,

grinding down on him.

“You like fucking me on his couch with him just down the hall.” His lips brushed her mouth, teasing her.

Is that her heart pounding, or mine?

“You like fucking me

because you’re afraid he’ll catch you.” His tongue played inside her mouth.

She grabbed the back of his neck with both hands, kissing him hard. “I like fucking you because you make me do bad things,” she moaned on his lips.

Interesting. My girl likes to be bad. I’d remember that.

Alex laughed. “I should make you fuck me in his bed. Is that bad enough for you?”

“Alex, no!”

Talia was a terrible liar. Her naughty little smile betrayed just how much his suggestion turned her on.

Alex grinned. “I’m gonna fuck you in his bed… while he’s home.”

I would make that happen for her.

“Oh my God, you are just evil.” She squirmed in his lap, twisting her hips sideways and down. I knew that move. She was getting hot and tight, trying to take his cock as deep as it would go.

“That’s why you want me.”

Alex’s eyes rolled back in his head, and I groaned under my breath, knowing exactly how that felt.

She leaned forward and kissed him. “Fuck me.”

“What’s the magic word?”

“Now, damn it.”

Alex laughed and slammed into her so hard he had to grab her hips to hold her on his lap.

Talia’s head fell back, her long brown hair spilling down her back, tangling in Alex’s hands. “Oh Will.”

What?

“Who?”

“Oh, Alex. Sorry.”

“No,” he smiled. “Call out his name. I bet he’d like that.”

Hell yeah, I liked that.

“Will.” She moaned softly, as if she was afraid I would hear.

“Louder.” Alex wrapped his arms around her and thrust up.

“Will!” She gasped, writhing on top of Alex.

“Now call my name.”

“Alex….” She moaned his name loud and long, and came a third time.

He bit her neck, convulsing under her while she rode him, knowing I saw and heard everything. He’d told me once that was a huge turn on for him.

My cock swelled in my hand. I was breathing hard, sweating in that small closet, but I fought the temptation and zipped up my pants, saving that for her.

Alex slapped her bare ass and dumped her on the couch.

“Put your clothes on before he comes back.” He winked at the closet door as he passed by on his way to the kitchen.

I caught my breath and waited a couple minutes, watching her get dressed.

Knowing she’d got off fucking another guy turned me on.

Huge. She loved having sex with me, but when I watched her come with Alex, it was clear she enjoyed sex just for the fun of it. She wasn’t just going through the motions.

Talia was a sexual woman, and I loved allowing her to express it.

It seemed like she’d changed after we met—like being in a relationship had drained the passion and enthusiasm that drew me to her. She’d told me in the beginning that she didn’t want a commitment, so this problem was my fault and I needed to fix it. It was just a matter of time and strategy. No emotion. Emotions hadn’t helped last time, and they wouldn’t help me now.

Back in the living room, Talia curled-up under the blanket, and stared at the TV

when I came in. Her cell phone chimed and she pulled it out from under the covers, scowling at the lit screen. “Not now, Holland.” Hiding the phone again, she looked up at me and smiled. “What did your mom have to say?”

“Same old, same old.” I shrugged and sat down, putting my arms around her.

God, her body felt good—hot and damp. “I love you.” I kissed her hair.

“I know.” But her voice quivered a bit.

If she wasn’t feeling guilty, she would’ve said she loved me too. I needed to tell her the truth someday, so she wouldn’t beat herself up like this, but past experience had taught me that truth didn’t always go over so well.

Alex came back with a beer.

“Keep your hands where I can see ‘em.” He slapped Talia’s knee.

“Bite me.” She snapped at him, but her eyes danced.

“Don’t fuck with me,

woman.”

Alex was supposed to do whatever she wanted. That was another one of our rules. I could tell her about our arrangement and ease her guilt, but tonight I learned that the risk of being caught, and the appeal of doing something forbidden, turned her on. She liked being bad, and I didn’t want to take that away from her.

This was all about her pleasure, and I never wanted to break that rule.

Can’t Say No

Yes, I was in love with one man but sleeping with his best friend. I got bored easily.

Variety kept me interested.

Long-term relationships had never worked for me until I met Will. I liked having something—or someone—

different now and then. Will and I had been together almost a year, and boredom hadn’t set in yet, maybe because I was sleeping with Alex.

Actually, I was fucking Alex —not much sleeping going on.

Will and Alex were so different from each other. Each had brown hair and blue eyes, but Will’s long, lush hair contrasted with Alex’s short, wild mess. Will’s nice muscles layered his average frame, while Alex was tall and lanky.

Will’s quiet and gentle, sweet and loving nature stood in stark contrast to Alex, who was sheer trouble.

I loved Will. We were best friends and passionate lovers, enjoying deep, intimate conversations and lighthearted, silly fun. I’d never met anyone like him. Maybe that’s why I’d never been in love before. He understood me—

knew me better than I knew myself, especially when it came to sex. I could see spending the rest of my life with Will.

So why was I sleeping with —fucking—Alex? Because he was different—and I liked different. I thrived on choices.

I’d said no when Alex invited me out for a drink, but he never listened to me. Will was working nights again, and I didn’t feel like cooking for myself, so one night I agreed.

We decided to hang out at the bar afterward and watch the Eagles-Texans game.

“Wanna make this

interesting?” Alex leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers behind his head, grinning.

Arrogant bastard. I liked Alex, especially when he was cocky.

Say no, dumbass. “What do you have in mind?” I tapped my fingernails on the tabletop.

Why couldn’t I say no to Alex and stick to it? And why did Will not care when his work schedule took him away from me?

“If Philadelphia wins, you have to take off your panties and show me.”

My outfit would allow me to go panty-free: heavy sweater, knee-length skirt, thigh-high tights and boots.

Damn it, I want to do something dangerous tonight. “And if Houston wins?”

That naughty grin turned into an evil smile. “What do you want?”

Oh so many things—ripping his clothes off being near the top of the list, but I had to stop picturing him naked. “I want to see your cute ass.” Wrong. So wrong.

“That’s all?” He sounded disappointed.

I’d end up fucking him again, but I had to attempt resistance. “For now….”

He laughed and ordered another round of whiskey. By the middle of the second quarter, the score was tied.

Alex turned those devious blue eyes on me, his evil mind working. “If it’s tied at halftime, we get to make out.”

“Here?” I looked around for anyone we knew.

“We’ll find a dark corner somewhere.”

That naughty smile melted my resistance. “All right.”

The Eagles scored, but the Texans tied it up right before time ran out.

Alex dragged me to the hallway by the restrooms. He backed into a corner and pulled me up against him, kissing me hard as he slid his hand across my ass and tried to pull my skirt up.

“No.” I shoved his hand back. “You didn’t say anything about groping.”

“Did I have to?” He kissed me and grabbed my skirt again.

Some guy stepped out of the men’s room and nearly tripped over us. He sputtered an apology, and I took off down the hall, Alex following close behind. I grabbed my coat and headed for the door. Fooling around with him behind my boyfriend’s back was scary hot, but doing it in public was too dangerous.

“Talia, don’t go.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me close.

“Someone might see us.”

“We don’t know anyone here.”

“Are you sure?”

He looked around and then smiled at me. “I promise I’ll behave until I win our bet.”

“When do you ever behave?”

He laughed.

We sat back down at the table and, much to my disappointment, he kept his hands off me. The Eagles scored on their first possession, and the game continued to go Alex’s way.

“You. Panties off.” He grinned. “Now.”

“There’s still thirty seconds left.”

“No way Houston’s gonna come back in thirty seconds. I win.”

“Not ‘til the clock ticks down to zero.”

Of course, he won.

I went to the restroom and pulled off my panties—red lace boy shorts I’d hoped to have Alex rip off. Next time.

At the table, Alex sat in his usual cocksure position—

leaning back in his chair, his hands laced behind his head, a wicked grin plastered on his face. I sat down and stuffed my panties in his pants pocket.

“Happy now?”

“Hell yes. Show me.”

“I just did.”

He shook his head slowly.

“No, you have to show me your naked pussy, not your panties.”

“Uh-uh. You never said anything about showing skin.”

“It was implied.”

“Not here. We’re not going in that hallway again.”

Alex scanned the crowded bar, his eyes drawn together in a sexy scowl. “Okay, let’s play pool for a while. I don’t want to go home yet.”

“Wanna make it

interesting?”

He laughed. “Against you?

Hell no. You’re too good.”

“Yes I am.” We climbed the stairs to the pool room and played a few casual games. We laughed and drank, and all the while Alex flirted and I teased.

Every time I bent over, he’d try to lift my skirt with the cue stick.

“How does it feel wearing a short skirt with nothing underneath?” His hot breath sizzled all the way from my ear to my naked pussy.

“Scary sexy.” Shivers ran down my spine.

“Are you wet?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Can I feel?” He pulled my skirt up a few inches.

“No, no, no, no. Not here.”

He grumbled and looked over his shoulder. “There’s a closet across the room. We can sneak in there, and I can collect on our bet.”

Everyone else was gone, so we ducked into the supply closet and eased the door closed.

He leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms. “Lift your skirt.”

I pulled it up slowly, revealing my lacy thigh-highs as he whistled. A quick flash of flesh, then I pulled my skirt back down.

“Oh no. Pull your skirt above your hips. I want to see it all.”

“You’ve seen it before.”

“I want to see it again. I like your pussy.”

I pulled my skirt up, grumbling curses he ignored, and let him look.

“Turn around. Bend over.”

How vulnerable would I be bare-assed and bent over? A hot, juicy tingle shot through me, and when I showed him my naked ass, he sucked in his breath. Not bothering to ask permission, he slipped his fingers between my cheeks, teasing my wet slit as I braced my hand against the wall.

Stop him! Say no and mean it!

Instead, I turned to face him, and we made-out long and slow while he finger-fucked me.

“Let’s get out of here.” Alex grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the closet, then stopped short. The bar was dark, the music off.

Apparently, we were alone in the building.

“Can we get out?” I tugged my hem down to my knees He didn’t answer. We

hurried down the stairs to the front door. The deadbolt had been turned, and the alarm pad blinked red.

He looked at me with

worried eyes and shook his head. “Let’s check the back.”

The back door, side doors, and the few frost-covered windows in the place were all locked tight.

“We can’t get out,” I said.