Her Twisted Pleasures (10 page)

“You’re a slut.” I gave her more, but not all of it.

“Yes I am.” She smiled, shifting under me so I slid in deeper.

I pulled back. “You take that as a compliment?”

“I try to. It’s supposed to mean I’m not afraid to enjoy my sexuality.” She wrapped her legs around my hips.

I resisted her pull. “Nice.”

“Will taught me that.” Her legs tightened.

“He’s a good man.” I pulled out of her.

“You are not.” She groaned and twisted.

I laughed. “What else does he do to you?”

“He gives me what I want.”

“Be specific.”

“What does that mean?”

Innocence dripped from her lips, but her eyes revealed that she knew more than she wanted to admit.

“Tell me—in all the dirty detail—what he does to you.”

“Why?”

“Because if you want to fully enjoy your sexuality, you need to learn to talk about it.”

That’s something Will and I were working on with her—

separately, of course. She had a dirty mind, and we wanted to hear her express it.

She groaned and rolled her eyes. “If I didn’t know better, I’d swear you and Will were in on this together.”

Would she be surprised if she knew? For now we wanted to let her enjoy being bad, so I slid my tongue in her ear and she arched up into my chest.

“Tell me.”

She held her breath. “He licks me.”

“Where?”

“Anywhere I want.”

“Where do you want to be licked?” I dragged my tongue along her throat.

“Mmm… that’s a good spot.”

“Where’s your favorite spot?”

Her eyes flashed and she pouted. “You’re a mean bastard.”

“I know. Tell me.”

She grumbled and

squirmed. “Between my legs.”

I shook my head. “Tell me exactly.”

“Lick my… pussy.”

“Better. Which part?”

She raised an eyebrow.

“Some parts are more fun than others.” I flicked my thumb over her clit.

“Oh,” she gasped, “right there.”

“Say the words.”

She chewed her lip. “My button.”

“What the hell’s a button?”

Will might have let her get away with innocent names for her pussy, but I wouldn’t. “If you don’t tell me, I won’t know where to lick you.”

She pressed her lips

together.

“Okay, I guess you don’t want it that bad. Good night.” I rolled off.

“Wait, wait, wait….” She grabbed my arm and pulled me back to her. Her pathetic green eyes begged me. “Lick me…

please.”

She sighed and groaned, rubbing her pussy against my leg and whispering ‘please don’t make me’ into my shoulder. The girl could win an Oscar if she kept up this act.

Finally, she swallowed hard, looked up at me, then away.

“Lick my clit.”

Her words were barely audible, but good enough.

I flipped her on her back and spread her legs. Her pussy was dripping wet, her heat on my face. I nibbled her stomach and her thighs, licking her soft lips.

She said it again, without me forcing her. “Lick my clit, Alex. Please.”

I flattened my tongue and slapped it over her hot clit, and she just about hit the ceiling. So fucking yummy. Like honey—

sticky and sweet. I held her down and licked until she was squealing, kicking and ripping skin off my shoulders.

“Don’t stop.” She panted.

“Don’t stop what?” She’s right. I am mean.

“Don’t stop licking my hot cunt!”

Yeah baby! I made her come again—harder. When she caught her breath, I said, “Tell me what he won’t do to you.”

Silence for a long time. I hated to think of something missing from their sex life. Will said everything was fine, but I hadn’t heard it from her.

“He doesn’t scare me like you do.”

Interesting. She liked to play rough—something Will

wouldn’t do—but I never realized I scared her. “Do you like that?”

She nodded.

“What scares you?” I pushed her thighs apart with my knees and entered her. Sometimes a little distraction loosened her tongue.

“You’re dangerous.” She sighed and her eyes rolled back.

That could mean anything.

“Why?” I sank deeper, sliding slow and grinding hard so she could feel all of me.

Her breath caught. “Because you have no boundaries. You like to break rules, and you make me do it too.”

Right again. I loved pushing her out of her comfort zone.

That’s what Will wanted me to do. “I know how to scare you.”

Her eyes grew wide and her heart pounded under my chest.

“How?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Do you have to ask?”

I laughed. “We won’t do it tonight. I’ll make you wait and wonder what it could be.”

“That’s what scares me.”

“Uh-huh.”

My idea was pretty damn dangerous, and I hadn’t done it for a long time. I needed to plan it carefully so I wouldn’t hurt her. Will trusted me and I didn’t want to scare him, so this would have to stay between Talia and me.

“Let’s get back to fucking in your boyfriend’s bed.”

“Take me back to the couch.”

She pushed at my shoulders, but I was planted deep, not going anywhere.

“I’m gonna take you right here.”

“No, Alex, we can’t do this to him.” She looked at me with wet eyelashes, and I

reconsidered.

But not for long.

Will wanted this, and Talia wanted me.

I pulled out and she tried to bolt, but I fell on top of her and pinned her down. “You are going to let me fuck you in his bed, and you will like it.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re a dirty slut and I’m a mean bastard, and we need each other.” What the fuck did I just say?

Before I had a chance to feel bad, she grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me hard.

“Shut up and fuck me. Now.”

I slammed into her and she cried out. “Do you think he’ll smell our scent, our sex, in his bed?”

“I’m changing the sheets.”

Her back arched and her pussy tightened around me.

“What if you waited for him here after I leave? Would he smell my scent on your body?”

“No. I’m taking a shower.”

“Would he taste my cum in your cunt?” My jaw stung—

she’d slapped me. “Told you I was gonna play dirty.”

“What if I don’t let you come?”

“Now that’s dirty.”

She smiled and tried to push me off her, but I was ready. She bucked underneath me, trying to throw me off.

“Oh, baby, that’s gonna make me come harder.”

We wrestled in the sheets, pushing and pulling. She scratched me. I bit her. We rolled over and something ripped. I pulled her hair, yanking her head back. She squealed and shuddered, and came—her body getting hot and tight, as she squeezed and released my cock, harder each time, moaning and twisting and panting my name.

Fire started in my balls and exploded through me, burning from the inside out. Liquid fire shot into her, dripping down her legs and onto his sheets.

Too bad she wouldn’t let him find that. Oh well. I’d tell him about it.

“Nice try, sweetheart, but you failed.” I panted in her ear, trying to catch my breath while I lay on top of her.

“Failed? That was one of my best efforts. What the hell are you talking about?”

I laughed and nibbled her earlobe, kissed her cheeks, caressed her swollen breasts.

Maybe it would ease some of her guilt if I was sweet to her. I settled in and closed my eyes.

The girl had worn me out.

“Oh no.” She smacked me awake.

“Ow. What the fuck?”

“You are not going to sleep here.” She pushed me out of bed and handed me my clothes, then changed the sheets.

“Where are my clothes?”

“There’s not much left of your shirt.” I tossed it at her along with her shredded panties.

She put on her coat,

covering up her naked chest, and tried to button it while I groped her pretty breasts.

“Stop it.” She slapped my hands away and closed the last button. “Help me straighten up.

Will can’t know we’ve been here.”

As she left the bedroom, I knocked a pillow on the floor.

That would make him hot.

Talia tidied the couch cushions. “You are going to do what you were told and take me home.”

“All right.”

But that didn’t stop me from molesting her at every red light. And we made out in her driveway for a good half hour before I let her go.

“I gotta go to work

tomorrow, Alex.” She unzipped my pants. “I need to get some sleep.”

I pulled my mouth off her breast just enough to argue.

“Let me make you come one more time.”

“No.” She groaned as my fingers slid under her jeans.

“We shouldn’t….”

So I made her come twice.

I walked her to her door like a gentleman, but as soon as I’d driven out of sight, I pulled out my cell phone.

“Did she have a good time?”

Will asked.

“Hell yeah.”

“Good. Where’d you fuck her?”

“In your bed.”

He laughed. “Nice. I bet she changed the sheets.”

“Yeah. They’re in the trash.

We tore them up pretty good. I put her ripped clothes in there too.”

“Awesome. Tell me

everything.”

“We’ll have a beer tomorrow night, and I’ll tell you what I did to your dirty slut.”

“Come on, man.”

“Use your imagination until then.”

“You’re a mean bastard.”

And we need each other. Damn it.

Incarcerated Heart

I hated rules. Yeah, that was a weird attitude for a cop, but the rules I enforced were meant to protect people. The rules I hated were society’s nitpicky, do-this-because-I-said-so rules.

You had to behave a certain way, think a certain way. Why?

If it wasn’t hurting anyone, why did I have to do anything ‘they’ said? Fuck that.

When Alex and I had set up his fling with Talia, I thought we were flipping society the bird. But tonight, watching him laugh with her and sneak a caress under the table, I wondered if I was the one getting the finger.

“Want some more wine, baby?” Alex filled Talia’s glass without waiting for an answer.

“Mmm… thank you.” She took a sip and smiled at him, her eyes sparkling. Because of the wine, or because she was drunk on their lust?

“I want a beer.” I ducked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. No one was listening to me anyway.

A couple months ago this same scenario would have given me raging wood, but seeing it tonight left a sick feeling in my gut. Why? Before Talia came over for dinner, Alex filled me in about how he’d caught her alone in the law library after hours yesterday.

“I pinned her against the bookshelf and pulled up her skirt. She didn’t have any panties on, so I took advantage of that.”

“Nice.”

“She resisted enough to make it look good, but she gave in pretty quick. I made her come twice.”

By the time he finished his story, my hard-on almost busted through my zipper.

Talia knocked on my door tonight wearing a heavy sweater and a short wool skirt, but I suspected she was naked underneath all that warmth.

She’d buttoned up her thick coat all the way to her cold, rosy cheeks. When would this winter ever end? She’d kissed me and said “Hi” to Alex, and he kissed her cheek, copping a feel when I wasn’t supposed to be looking.

Their flirting and fondling usually turned me on, but tonight it had gotten on my fucking nerves.

I downed my beer and

grabbed another one. Alex muttered something I couldn’t hear, and Talia giggled. I recognized that sexy laugh.

She’d used it on me the night we met. Why was she using it on him? Was she tired of me already? Wanting something new and different? I thought we were giving her enough variety. How much more did she want?

My stomach churned and I slid back against the cabinets.

The pantry door kept me hidden, but I could see them through the open breakfast bar.

He grinned at her and she blushed, glancing in the direction of the kitchen door. I watched her arm move—

sliding up his thigh. The tension between them was gone. She was too comfortable groping him in my house, and he ate it up. Too much sugar and not enough heat. Maybe that’s what bugged me.

Alex walked into the

kitchen, adjusting his stiff dick in his pants. Talia sighed, leaning on the table with her chin in her hand and a dreamy look in her eyes. I used to catch her looking at me that way, as if she was imaging what the future held.

Had I let them go too far?

Was it more than sex between them?

“Hey man.” He kept his voice low. “Do you want to watch me fuck her? We could fake a phone call from your mom.”

“No.” I didn’t explain—not wanting him to know I was uncertain.

“Yeah, she probably

wouldn’t buy that again. Maybe you could get called to work.”

“I mean, no, I don’t want to watch.” I’d seen enough of their mushy fawning at dinner.

“Okay, you can leave and I’ll fuck her alone.”

I wanted to punch that smile right off his face. Did he not understand the word no?

When he played the nameless man in Talia’s dreams, he didn’t. According to her confessions.

“I want her to myself tonight.” That surprised both of us.

But he recovered quicker than I did. “All right. Sure. I’ve been spending too much time with her.” He glanced back at the dining room table.

She sat with her back to us, tracing the rim of her glass. Her hair caught on her sweater when she flipped it over her shoulders. She dipped her finger in her wine and licked it, her body rocking as she swung her feet under the table. How could the back of her head look so happy?

I needed to reclaim my woman, make her body mine again. “And I need to spend more time with her.”

Alex tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, then glanced at his watch and smiled. “It’s early. I’m gonna call Vanessa and offer her some… legal counsel.” He licked his lips and winked.

“Who’s Vanessa?”

“A client—not mine—but she asked for my advice on her case, so I’m gonna help her out.” He flashed a predatory smile—a look that scared Talia and curled her toes at the same time.

“You’re gonna fuck her.”

“Definitely.”