Her Twisted Pleasures (3 page)

I shouldn’t have flirted with him so much. If I’d been single, it wouldn’t have been a problem… but I wasn’t single and didn’t want to be. I’d always been a flirt. I tried to rein it in, but Alex wouldn’t give it up. Will didn’t seem to care, though, and he often laughed at Alex and me when we really got going. Maybe it turned Will on a little. Alex didn’t have a girlfriend to worry about.

A while ago, there’d been rumors that he’d slept with a female client of his, but she disappeared. The police questioned Alex and the firm investigated him, but they’d never laid charges. She was never found, and Alex was never arrested.

As far as I knew, he lived alone. He’d furnished his condo nicely, but without much thought or feeling. A rich leather couch and matching chairs decorated the living room—tasteful, functional, necessary. The kitchen felt sparse and Spartan. Compared to his cluttered and busy office, his home looked as though he hardly spent any time there.

“I think I’ll take my sweet ass back to bed.” I tried to stand up, but he leaned forward and grabbed my hand.

“Don’t. Stay here and let me finish undressing you.”

With your eyes? That’s not what he said. The room suddenly got hot and small and my heart fluttered under my breast. “I shouldn’t—”

“Why not?”

Seriously? I glanced down the hall and then back at him. I had nowhere to go, nowhere to run. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

His laugh sent chills down my spine. “You would too.”

“Are you sure about that?”

Damn it, what am I doing? I couldn’t play his game. He would win because he had no regard for boundaries, no respect for rules, and no fear.

“Stay here and prove me wrong.”

“No.” I couldn’t trust him.

Ever. I had to get away from him. Now.

Before I could move, he fell back in the chair and dragged me with him, my legs sprawled over his lap. His hands slid down my back, and I tried to stand up but somehow our bodies fit closer together. His fingers felt like fire on my skin.

I felt his cock get hard between my legs, and rubbed against it without thinking.

He groaned and stroked my bare thighs with one hand, while the other teased the cotton panel stretched tight over my hot flesh.

“Slut,” he whispered on my neck. “You were wet before I touched you.”

I leaned back and slapped his face so hard my hand stung.

His black eyes sparkled. “So you wanna play rough?”

Hell yes. I’d had no idea until I slapped him. A wild thrill shot through me, and my heart raced as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my face down, his lips stopping just short of mine. Then he waited.

There had to be some reason I shouldn’t kiss him, but damned if I could remember it.

My fingers curled into his bare chest and he hissed. I liked m a k i n g him squirm for a change.

“Kiss me,” he growled.

“I shouldn’t—”

“I. Don’t. Give. A. Damn.”

Well hell. My lips touched his—barely. I pulled back and looked at him—unfamiliar, dangerous, and so exciting I devoured his mouth without thinking. Don’t think, just touch.

I ran my fingers across his strong shoulders and down his arms. His skin felt hot under my hands, his body hard. He sucked in his abs so I could get into his pants, if I wanted to. I slid one hand over his stomach and under his jeans, touching his hard cock, smiling when he groaned.

He pushed my straps off my shoulders and fondled my bare breasts, circling my nipples with his thumbs, sending shock waves exploding through me.

I leaned back and his mouth found my nipple, sucking hard, his breath hot on my breast.

“Don’t stop,” I gasped. He groaned and clamped my nipple between his teeth, and I squirmed on his lap. Was this pleasure or pain? No matter, because I liked it.

His hand slid between my legs, rubbing my fleshy button through my panties. I groaned and shifted, hoping to force his hand under the cloth. It worked. His fingers touched my wet skin, slipping in and out, fucking me with his hand harder and faster and hotter, until I started panting his name. His hands moved under me again, and his cold open zipper scratched my bare thigh.

His fingers hooked my crotch and he pulled my panties aside. “Let me fuck you.”

“No!” I stood up and fell backward onto the coffee table.

Alex swore and collapsed in the chair, panting hard.

He couldn’t move fast enough to grab me again before I stumbled down the hall, tripped into the bathroom and closed the door. Somehow, a rational thought kept me from slamming it and waking Will. I twisted the lock and rattled the knob, making sure it held.

From the other side of that hollow barrier, I heard Alex laugh. “I’m not sorry.”

I stood in the dark on the cold tile floor, shivering with the realization that I wasn’t sorry either. “One of us will be.”

My weak voice echoed in the small room, but Alex didn’t answer.

I flipped on the light and cringed in the harsh glare, closing my eyes until they adjusted; gasping at my reflection in the mirror. My shirt was still caught under my breasts, and I yanked it up, hiding my nakedness. Good God, what had I done? I closed my eyes and turned away, leaning against the door. Alex had had his hands on me—in me. I didn’t want to remember, but I couldn’t stop.

His tongue in my mouth….

He’d forced me to kiss him, hadn’t he? My hands in his pants… but he let me do it. He wanted me to touch his cock—

hard, hot and a little slippery.

Alex wanted me. No doubt about that.

“I want to fuck you, Talia.”

His voice sounded in my head. Or was he standing in the hallway? Did it matter? The memory of his touch lingered on my skin. His fingers—how many?—in my pussy, and his thumb on my clit. I’d never used those words before. I felt dirty hearing them in my head, dirty when Alex had touched me. My nipples hardened into little throbbing beads. I liked dirty. My girl parts… no, my pussy dripped again—still.

When had that happened?

When I’d slapped him. Oh God. Play rough. Wow. Liquid heat shot through my stinging fingers and dripped down my thighs. I pressed my cheek against the door, hoping the smooth solid surface would cool me, but my ragged breath heated it up. My eyes closed tight. Oh, that was a mistake.

Carnal images invaded my head: my nipple between his teeth, his fingers stroking my wet panties. He squirmed under me when I grabbed his cock. He pulled the soaked cotton aside and violated my pussy. I felt my body betray me.

“Oh fuck!” Yes, Alex, fuck me!

Damn it, why? I didn’t need him. I wanted him—pleasure with no strings, a new and different cock in my pussy—

and I wanted it hard. I wanted to be dirty and like it.

I couldn’t breathe; couldn’t stand up. Blackness swirled behind my eyes, and molten heat gushed between my legs. I was coming. “Fuck! Please!

Damn it, Alex.”

I wanted to be punished.

His victorious laugh rang through the door, echoing off the stark walls. “I knew I could make you come.”

I stumbled back and hit the sink, slid down to the cold hard floor, hugged my shaking knees, and sat there shivering for God knows how long.

When I opened the bathroom door, the hall was empty.

Alex had snuck away in the dark, silent as a predator. Was he watching me from

somewhere? Hiding and waiting until I was vulnerable again? Grinning like a triumphant bastard?

I knew that smile well.

I felt my way down the dim hall and crawled into bed with Will, trying not to wake him.

He rolled over and slid his arms around me. “Where’d you go, baby?”

“I needed water.”

“Mm.” He nuzzled my neck and held me close. “Your body feels hot.”

Still? “Too much alcohol.” I turned my back to him and pulled my legs together so he couldn’t feel my wet thighs, but he rolled with me, spooning me and rubbing his hard cock against my ass. He always slept naked. I did too, but I’d kept some clothes on that night, feeling the need to protect myself in Alex’s bed. Not that it did any good.

“Let me make love to you, Talia.”

Let me fuck you.

Shut up! Who said that? Alex or me?

“I’m so tired.” I moved away, but he pulled me close, nibbling the spot where my neck met my shoulder. Nooo…

n o t that spot. My nipples tingled.

“I am too. Just relax and let me touch you.” His hand slid under my shirt and he cupped my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers.

Will knew exactly how to get what he wanted from me.

Apparently, Alex did too, but Will didn’t use it against me.

He used it to please me.

I stretched out beside him, giving him full access to my body.

He made an approving little moan, and his hand dropped down between my legs. “Wet already.”

I curled up again. Would he know another man had

touched me? Not just another man—his best friend? Oh God. I let his best friend fondle my—!

Damn it.

Will gently coaxed my thighs apart and caressed my slippery button, sending wicked shivers through my wanton body. I couldn’t say no to him.

I’d said no to Alex, right?

His cock in my hand, my nipple between his teeth…. He pulled my panties aside.

Let me fuck you.

Shit! Why was I thinking about Alex?

I yanked my panties off and threw them away from me.

Will’s hand clamped down on my mound like a magnet, irresistibly attracted. I rolled over and kissed him, forcing his fingers inside me. “Lick me.”

“Where?”

“Everywhere.”

No need to be specific. He knew I wanted him to lick that thing between my legs, but he took his sweet time getting there, sucking my nipples, nuzzling my skin. What would he do if I told him to lick my pussy? Would he think it was dirty? Would he like it?

I grabbed his head and pulled him close, pressing my lips to his ear. “Lick my…

button.” Damn it.

“As you wish.” He rolled me on my back and dove between my legs, his tongue flicking all over my… pussy. Pussy! A nasty thrill shot through me, so I thought it again. Pussy… lick my pussy. So close to coming.

I thought about…. No, don’t go there. Black eyes, evil smile, chilling laugh. Dangerous shivers dancing along my spine. What was I doing? I looked at Will, and he smiled up at me when his tongue touched my clit. My clit. I closed my eyes and saw Alex’s head between my legs, eating my pussy, his damn black eyes glittering, mocking me. No.

“No, no, no, no, no!”

Perverse guilt and dirty pleasure ripped me apart, taunting me with my lover and his friend. I loved Will. I needed Will. But I wanted Alex. No! I wanted…. Fuck! It took filthy lust for both men to satisfy me.

When I opened my eyes, Will was kissing me, his tongue probing my mouth while he shoved his cock into me.

“You’re tight. What made you come so hard?”

I needed to respond

somehow, but I couldn’t look at him. “Dirty words.”

His voice rumbled in my ear, husky and ragged. “I’d like to hear those.”

“Not tonight.” I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him in.

Will groaned, stroking me.

“Just one.”

Alex. That’s one. Touch.

Another one. Come.

“Sorry.”

Alex had touched me. I’d come without Will. I wasn’t sorry about any of it. Not sorry.

Those were the dirtiest words I knew.

“Jesus, woman, you are so tight.” Will planted his knees and shoved into me. “So hot.”

I grabbed a fistful of his long hair and kissed him hard, sucking his tongue into my mouth and making him

shudder. Will was a cop, and knew guilt when he saw it, but he couldn’t think straight when aroused, so I used that against him. Raking my hands down his back, I dug my fingernails into his ass, trapping his thighs between mine. He throbbed inside me.

“Fuck me.”

“Mmm… say it again.” He rose up on his elbows, his eyes glittering like someone else I knew. “Say it dirty.”

He wanted me to say what?

He never told me what to do.

He always asked what I wanted. This selfish control felt new and… different. I liked different.

I looked into his demanding eyes and smiled. “Fuck my pussy.”

A triumphant grin took over his face and he plunged into me—my pussy—like a man on a mission. He wasn’t making love to me anymore; he was fucking me.

“Fuck my pussy, Will! Don’t stop!” I came faster and harder than I ever have—with anyone.

My body launched like a rocket. The violent ignition lifted me off the bed, and I crashed into Will as he slammed me back down to earth.

Sweat coated his skin and my fingers slipped, scratching his ass. I wanted to feel him come hard too, so I pressed my lips to his ear and told him to fuck my… nastiest word I know.

He exploded inside me, pulsing and spurting liquid fire.

“You beautiful slut.” His strength drained and he collapsed on top of me.

Wait… he only called me a slut when I told him about my dreams. Oh dear God. Had he heard me with Alex? Tears stung my eyes and I sniffled.

“Are you okay, baby?”

I couldn’t tell him. I was afraid to ask, but I had to know.

“Why am I a slut?”

He smiled and kissed my wet cheek. “Because I know you.”

My heart hammered. What did he know?

“I know you want variety. I know you want someone different.”

I shook my head. “I only want you.”

Will laughed. “Keeping you interested is a challenge, and Talia, I love a challenge.”

“Why does that make me a slut?”

“Slut isn’t a dirty word. A slut is a woman who loves sex, and I learned that about you the first time we met.”

We’d had sex that night—

hot, wild, slutty sex. “So it’s a compliment?”

“Mm-hm.” He lay beside me and held me close, falling asleep.

“I don’t know….”

“You will.” He yawned and closed his eyes. “I love you, Talia.”

Those words cut right through my heart. “I know.” I should’ve told Will I loved him too, but I couldn’t, not with someone else still in my head.

I’d had three orgasms that night, but wanted more. What made me so greedy? Will never left me wanting, but when I reached for his cock again, I felt a soft snore on my shoulder, and let him sleep.