Her Twisted Pleasures (6 page)

“This will never work if we keep secrets.”

“Agreed.”

We finished our beer and I waved the waitress over, but Will declined another round.

“I gotta see Talia and find out how she’s doing.”

“Okay. Tell her….” What was I thinking? “Can’t tell her anything.” But I was worried about her. I didn’t want to cause her pain. “Make sure I didn’t hurt her.”

Will nodded, still showing no emotion. “I’ll take care of her.”

“I know.”

Will left and I drank another beer. He was right. Talia wasn’t the same girl I’d known when she first started working at the firm. Back then, she was strong and independent, and didn’t need anyone to take care of her.

But something had changed inside her. Will blamed himself, but I suspected there was more to it, probably something to do with the special project Spencer had her working on. Of course, I couldn’t prove it. Will’s plan to let me sleep with her wasn’t going to solve anything, but as long as I got to fuck Talia, I didn’t care.

The sexy brunette waitress sauntered back and offered to bring me another beer.

“Thanks, beautiful.”

She giggled, her sweet ass swaying under her short skirt as she squeezed into the crowd.

When she came back, she set the bottle on the table with her left hand, and that’s when I noticed the sparkling engagement ring on her finger.

“Is there anything else I can do for you, babe?” Her knee brushed my thigh and her shoulders lifted, showing off full breasts and perky nipples under her tight t-shirt.

Like I said, I’m an expert at reading people, and she had opportunity written all over her curvy body. “What time do you get off, sweetheart?”

“Whenever you want me to.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

Breaking Rules

Why did I enjoy watching another guy fuck my

girlfriend? Beat the hell out of me, but it was the hottest thing ever. Maybe the appeal of doing something forbidden turned her on, but for me… it was something else. The funny part was that she didn’t know I could see everything. She thought she was cheating on me, and when the guilt started to get to her, I got all the makeup sex I could handle.

Alex and I had set it up because she was attracted to him, and he’d told me he’d be fucking her if she weren’t with me.

Talia thrived on variety. She hadn’t planned to see me again after the first time she slept with me, but I didn’t give up.

We’d fucked in the back of my pickup truck. She’d never had sex outside before, so I drove her to a dark quiet place where we made lots of noise. We’d been together almost a year, and the best part of my day was finding new ways to keep her happy.

So when Alex caught her eye, I decided to let her wander and see where it led. If she were sleeping with Alex, at least I’d know whom she was with.

Alex wasn’t interested in a relationship; to him, love was a fairy tale. I’d stood beside him when his almost father-in-law had walked down the aisle alone to tell Alex his bride-tobe had changed her mind. She couldn’t marry a man she didn’t trust. The pain on his face left a permanent mark—a new

twitch in his jaw and a jag in his eyebrow. He said women found it sexy. That’s classic Alex—manipulating

circumstances to make them fit into his cynical world.

It worked for him, but I saw the truth.

A couple years ago, I walked in on the woman I loved…

fucking another guy. Neither of them saw me watching, wondering what to do with the engagement ring in my pocket.

I stared at their twisted naked bodies and my dick got hard.

She left me after that, but I learned something that night: pain turned me on.

Learning new things about Talia turned me on too.

The other night Alex came over for dinner. I liked to cook so it wasn’t unusual for the three of us to hang out together. Talia flirted naturally, as automatic as breathing, and so did Alex. When those two got together, sparks flew. She loved to hate him, and he knew exactly which buttons to push to piss her off. I’d told him about a few, but he found some on his own. She fucked hard when she was angry.

Apparently, Alex had

discovered that too.

That night I experimented with a new recipe and winter vegetables. Talia practically had orgasms over the different dishes. I was pan-searing a couple steaks with a sweet onion while they flirted and argued.

She complained about her old boss again. “Holland needs to back off. I work in your department now, Alex. Doesn’t he get that?”

“I could move you directly under me.” Alex grinned and winked at her. “I need another paralegal.”

“Don’t you have enough girls working under you?” Talia rolled her eyes.

“Always room for one

more.”

She laughed. “I’m still learning your department procedures. Do you want to finish training me?”

“I’d whip you into shape.”

He smacked her ass and she yelped.

“You can try….”

Is she challenging him? This is gonna be interesting.

“Don’t fuck with me, baby.”

His voice dropped, but I heard every word. “It won’t end well for you.”

She knew better than to threaten Alex unless she intended to follow through. I moved over to the cutting board, chopping a red pepper while I watched.

Her bold smile faltered when he snarled, baring his teeth like a wolf stalking his prey but when his jaw twitched and that jagged eyebrow arched, she melted faster than butter in my hottest sauté pan.

“Do you really think we could work together? I can’t even get through dinner without wanting to smack you upside the head.”

“Smack me anywhere you want, baby.”

“If we worked together, we’d probably end up killing each other.”

“We’d probably end up fucking each other.”

She shushed him so fast all I heard was a hiss.

“Where’d I put the wine?” I left them alone, hoping Talia wouldn’t notice the bottle of Merlot next to the stove while I listened from the hallway.

“No, not here.” Her harsh whisper was cut off by Alex’s growl.

I couldn’t risk looking around the corner, but I heard enough to make me hard on the spot: bodies hitting the cabinets, lips smacking, hands sliding over clothes, a soft little sigh. Talia squealed and I pictured his hands slipping under her shirt, tugging her bra cups down and pinching her nipples. And then, the unmistakable sound of a zipper being yanked open.

Damn, that takes balls.

“Like that, baby?” Alex spoke loud enough for me to hear.

Her dirty reply was muffled by his laughter, and swallowed when their mouths met again.

They tussled, rattling the dishes on the countertop while she moaned and he grunted.

My crotch throbbed and I shoved my dick aside, hoping to hide my erection. I hated to interrupt them, but my onion had begun to caramelize and needed my attention. I pretended to trip over my feet, stumbling and swearing into the kitchen.

Talia gasped and the zipper screeched closed.

She kept her back to me, sputtering and slamming the cabinets while she set the table.

Alex grinned and adjusted his pants.

“Damn, it’s right here.” I uncorked the Merlot and handed it to Alex. “Pour the wine.”

He filled Talia’s glass to the rim, but he left ours both halfempty.

“What the hell are you doing?” She picked up her glass and gave it back to him.

“Oh, is this your glass?”

She didn’t buy his BS for a second. “Don’t think you can get me drunk and take advantage of me.”

Was that a dare?

“I don’t need to get you drunk to take advantage of you.” He lowered his voice, probably to make her think I couldn’t hear.

I stifled a laugh.

She shushed him again, turning her back as she finished arranging the table.

I clenched my jaw to keep from laughing along with Alex.

Talia would be so pissed if she found out about our little arrangement. Might be fun to test sometime—just not yet.

After they flirted their way through dinner, we found a cheesy horror movie on TV.

Talia cuddled up with me on the couch, and Alex sat in the recliner next to us.

I loved watching scary movies with her, but only at home. She snuggled up close whenever she got scared, and hid under the blanket she always draped over her, even in the dog days of summer. I didn’t mind because I did things to her under the blanket that would get us arrested in a theater. Tonight, she bit her lip to keep quiet, but had a hard time keeping still when my fingers got under her pants and into her hot pussy. I looked over the top of her head at Alex, who appeared to be interested in the movie, and I could tell he was watching us by the grin he tried to hide under his hand.

Talia squirmed closer to me.

I loved her body: long and lean and curved, with breasts that were smaller than average, but perky with fat sweet nipples that got hard when I touched them. Her pussy was hot pink, and she got wet without much effort, but I still touched her as much as she wanted, and more.

Talia didn’t come easy when she was nervous, but I could make her come over and over.

Alex and I’d had a conversation about that once.

“Getting Talia off is a challenge, especially if she thinks we’re gonna get caught.”

I agreed. “Once she gets started, you can keep her coming for a while.”

“Really? I’ve never been able to do it to her more than once.”

“That’s because you two are always in a hurry to finish before I ‘catch’ you.” I wasn’t ready to expose our secret.

“Yeah, that’s true.”

Time. That was the key. “We need to set up an encounter where you’re not so rushed, maybe spend the night together.”

“I like that idea.”

We were still working on it.

Talia was getting hot and wet, and I could tell by the sound of her breath and the beat of her heart that she wanted to come—but I’d save that for Alex. I kissed her cheek and went to the kitchen for a beer, leaving Talia panting under the blanket. Alex’s cell phone lay on the table, so I used it to dial my number, and hurried to the living room when my cell phone rang.

“It’s my mom.” I looked at Talia and rolled my eyes. She didn’t see me, because her face was hidden halfway under the blanket—must have been a scary part. “This could take a while.” I gave Alex a slight nod over Talia’s head.

“Hi Mom,” I said to the silent phone. I walked down the hall, pretending to head to the bedroom, but ducking into the closet instead. The louvered doors hid me, but I could still see everything going on in the living room.

Alex smiled at Talia. She peeked over the back of the couch and down the hall, searching for me, then gazed back at Alex with a tempting smile.

He crooked his finger at her, but she shook her head. He grunted and moved over to the couch, yanked the blanket off and pulled her sweater up, exposing my favorite pink lace bra.

“He’s right down the hall.”

She squirmed away from his insistent hands.

“I’ll watch for him.” He shoved her sleeve off her shoulder and slipped her pretty breast from her bra, latching his mouth onto her nipple.

“Mmm… no.”

I knew that no was only a token protest. The girl liked to fuck too much to say no and mean it, especially to Alex.

“Mmm, yes. I know you want to.” He freed the other breast and pinched her hard fat nipple. “You’ve been teasing me all night.”

“You started it.” She pulled his shirt up and started working on his belt buckle and zipper, moaning when she got her hand on his cock. Alex leaned back on the armrest, making her bend over to give him a blowjob.

I’d unzipped her pants while we were under the blanket, so Alex only had to pull them down to let me see her pretty peach ass while she sucked his cock.

My cock stiffened and I slid my zipper down to stroke myself while I watched. I loved the way she squirmed when she was giving head. She did it to me too, but it was entirely different watching her from behind while she did it to him.

Alex cupped her ass with his hands, spreading her cheeks apart so I could see all her juicy pink bits. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes, enjoying it for himself, not just putting on a show for me.

Damn it, I forgot to mute the TV. But I’d seen her mouth fuck him so many times I could practically hear her soft little moans and slurping tongue.

Seeing it turned me on as much as actually hearing it. I toyed with the idea of letting Alex have her all to himself, without me watching— staying at home and letting my imagination run wild. My cock suddenly got real hard. Yeah, try that soon.

She gasped and cried out when Alex grabbed her hair and pushed her down on the couch, falling on top of her.

He’d told me she liked it rough.

I was too nice to do that to her, but Alex was not a nice guy.

Bad things tended to happen to women who got involved with him.

A few months ago, I’d helped him get out of trouble when he slept with a woman he wasn’t supposed to. I still didn’t know the whole story, and he kept quiet, claiming attorney-client privilege. A criminal defense attorney who was best friends with a cop—it didn’t make sense to anyone but us.

Talia moaned as he licked her pussy, nibbling and sucking like she was a juicy treat—

sweet and tasty—too good not to share.

Her breath was getting shorter, her gasps hard and quick—she was coming fast.

She clapped her hand over her mouth as her face flushed pink and she arched up, shoving her pussy against his mouth.

Then Talia pushed him off and sat up, covering her breasts with her hands and pulling her knees together. “He could be back any minute.”

Alex pushed her back down, and I fought off the urge to defend her. He wouldn’t hurt her, and her shocked but oh-

God-I-like-it gasp said she enjoyed being manhandled.

“Spread your legs, woman.”

Alex grabbed her thighs and shoved them apart. “I’m not going home tonight without fucking you.” He lifted her hips and slammed his cock inside her, making her squeal.

She sat up and shoved at his chest, but he used her position to drive in deeper. Her mouth fell open and he kissed her.

When Alex and I had made this arrangement, we’d set up some ground rules. I’d agreed to let him kiss her. She was a great kisser, and I couldn’t deny him that pleasure. He’d agreed to let me call it off if I ever got uncomfortable. So far, I hadn’t.