Her Twisted Pleasures (8 page)

“I was going to talk you into spending the night with me, but this isn’t what I had in mind.”

I was too busy considering our options—and coming up empty—to let that comment bother me. “There’s no one we can call. The emergency exit has an alarm too.”

“I don’t want to set off any alarms.”

“Are we stuck here for the night?”

“Looks that way.” His face looked grim for a moment, then that familiar devious smile started tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“What are you thinking?”

Not anything good.

“Ever had sex on top of a bar?”

I glanced over at the empty bar, still well lit and surrounded by mirrors. “Have you?”

“Once.”

Not surprising.

“It wasn’t easy, though. The pool table would work better.”

At least the pool table was upstairs away from lights, windows, and mirrors. In the near-dark room, his eyes sparkled with mischief.

I couldn’t say no, and he knew it. I loved Will, but this thing between Alex and me was just sex—extremely hot, forbidden sex. I would never love him because he was impossible to trust. He had a dangerous element—

something that scared me.

“Take me upstairs.”

“I’ll take you upstairs, downstairs, and on the stairs.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Come on.” Up in the pool room, I picked up a cue stick, hoping to stall him a while longer. He played along, sitting down on a barstool, watching me bend over the table.

“Take off your skirt.”

Leaving me in my sweater, thigh-highs and boots? My pussy dripped at the thought. I unzipped my skirt and slid it down. His eyes followed me as I sank shot after shot, bending over the table close to him, away from him, then close to him again. He made no effort to touch me, and I wondered who was doing the teasing.

Then he loosened his tie.

“Take off your sweater.”

I stood topless in the red lace bra that matched the panties in his pocket. My nipples turned to pebbles, and I relaxed one shoulder, letting my bra strap slide down my arm. I bent over the table across from Alex to line up my shot.

One breast slipped free. He unbuttoned his shirt and his tie slid to the floor.

“Take off your bra.”

I now wore only my

stockings and boots, but still he didn’t touch me. His shirt hung open, and I licked my lips at his well-sculpted chest and chiseled stomach while contemplating my next shot.

Alex unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, sliding his hands inside and stroking his hard cock.

“Damn it.” The cue ball bounced across the table and hit the bumper. “Missed.”

He smirked. “You like watching a guy touch himself?”

Is it that obvious? My face burned hot. “Will won’t do it in front of me.”

“He’s a nice guy.” His eyes turned dark. “I’m not.”

My nipples puckered and a hot, damp sheen flashed over my bare skin. “That’s why you turn me on.”

Those black eyes looked straight into my darkened heart. “Why do you like to watch?”

I stood up, throwing my shoulders back to let him get a good look. His fist tightened around his cock as the head swelled. A drop of pearly fluid dripped down his fingers.

“That’s why. I like knowing I make a guy so hot he can’t keep his hands off himself. It’s my favorite compliment.”

He gritted his teeth.

I circled the table, once, twice—pretending to search for the best place to take my next shot—then braced my feet apart and bent way over, in front of Alex, nearly lying on the table. My ass rose up, offering him my dripping wet pussy. If he didn’t touch me this time….

He groaned and his pants hit the floor. As he grabbed the back of my neck with one hand, holding me down, he shoved his cock inside me hard and fast.

I squealed and he swore, pounding my ass. I came so hard I lost my balance and landed face down on the table, dislodging him.

He flipped me over and dropped to his knees, eating my pussy like candy. I swung my legs over his shoulders, clipping the top of his head with my heel, but it didn’t faze him. He tongue-fucked me as my back arched off the hard table, demanding more. Alex always gave me what I wanted, whether I knew what I wanted or not.

He made me come again, then he got on the table, pushing my thighs apart with his knees.

“Fuck me.” I panted,

reaching for him.

He sat back and stroked his cock, watching me quiver. An evil smile twisted his lips. “Are you sure?”

You already fucked me once tonight, so why are you asking now? “Yes.”

“You want my cock instead of his?”

“Don’t go there.”

“We’re already there. My cock is right here if you want it.” He held it up. “All you have to do is take it.”

You bastard. All night he’d flirted and tempted me, and now when I was spread out in front of him, he wanted me to make the choice. “And if I don’t?” Why did I do that? I can’t play his game and win.

“Your loss.” He tugged at his zipper, but I distracted him with a kiss. I couldn’t enjoy sex without kissing.

“Fuck me.” I breathed into his mouth. “Fuck me now. Fuck me hard.”

“That’s not what I want to hear.”

Then what are you after?

“Tell me you want me.” His lips burned hot on mine.

“I want you.” I whispered.

“Say my name.”

I hated that too. He had this perverse desire to remind me I wasn’t fucking the man I loved.

“I want you… Alex.”

He shoved me down on the table and slammed into me.

Unable to look at him, I dug my fingernails into his ass, hoping to inflict some of my pain on him, but he kept pounding and punishing me with his hard body. And I liked it. All the pain and guilt disappeared and pleasure took over. Pleasure, heat, sweat, passion.

“Damn it, Alex.”

Oh, hell yes, what that man can do to me. My body rocked and he tried to hold my thighs apart, but I clamped my legs around his waist and convulsed under him.

“You gotta keep your legs spread.” He gasped and pried himself off me.

“Why?”

“Because I told you to.” He looked around and grabbed a cue stick. His eyes lit up.

Oh shit, he has an idea.

“Do you trust me?”

“Hell no.”

His wicked laugh sent chills down my spine. He unzipped my boots and tossed them on the floor one at a time, stroking my quivering legs as if to soothe me. He laid the stick on the table and tied one ankle to it.

“Spread your legs as far as you can.”

My slippery pussy kept me from arguing.

He tied my other ankle to the opposite end, then sat back and gloated. “Oh, I like this. I can do anything I want.” The evil bastard grabbed his cock, stroking it while his wicked eyes danced.

“I could tease you.” His cock slipped from his hand and bounced off my clit. “I could pound you.” He slammed into me and I gasped.

Pure evil flashed in his eyes as he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. “I could fuck your ass.”

“Don’t you dare!” Oh, my God, will he really? Will I come?

His cock slid down, down, slipping between my clenched cheeks. The felt-covered table pulled my hair as I shook my head. “No.”

He laughed and kneeled between my tied-apart legs, and slid his cock into my pussy —the only part of his body touching me—sliding in, slipping out, stroking and stirring. I reached for him, but he grabbed my hands.

“Nope.” He jumped off the table to find his tie, which he used to wrap my wrists together, above my head and to the table.

My breasts lifted high, stretching my nipples tight. He leaned over and sucked them before getting back on the table to cock-fuck me again. He braced himself on his hands, still touching me with nothing but his hard hot cock.

Come for me, baby.”

He only had to tell me once.

I tightened around him, pulling against his tie and my tights.

My knees bent and clamped together, squeezing him between my thighs.

“No, no, no,” he growled, and got up. He inspected the stick, but my ankles were still bound. “Maybe if I move it up.”

He slid the stick under my knees, wrapping my tights around them and tying me snug.

My pussy tingled and

dripped. My nipples throbbed.

His cock slid into me, slow, torturous. I moaned and twisted, wanting to touch him and hold him, but all I could do was squeeze harder and harder.

“Oh, hell yes, that’s what I wanted.” He held his body above me. “Do you feel that?”

I did—like nothing I’d ever felt before—a tight pulsing ache that contracted around him, over and over. Outside my control. Turning my body into one giant throbbing sex organ.

“That’s your cunt muscles fucking me, nothing else.” His eyes rolled back and he fell on top of me, and full-body fucked me

“Harder. Pound me, Alex.

Make it hurt.”

Surprise flashed in his eyes right before he smiled and slammed into me. I loved it when he got a little violent. If I felt some pain in the morning, I’d had a good night. Will wouldn’t rough me up; he was too much of a gentleman.

Maybe if he’d manhandled me, I wouldn’t need Alex… but I’d still want him.

“Jesus, woman, you’re so fucking tight.”

My pussy fit his cock as if it were made for him. Don’t think.

Just feel. Tighter, hotter, harder.

Alex’s mouth closed on my neck, stinging me.

Oh, that’s gonna leave a mark.

“No hickies!”

He laughed. “What would Will do if he found one?”

I fought my rising panic. I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t have wanted Alex. I shouldn’t have been fucking him. It was so wrong—hot for all the wrong reasons. “Shut up and make me come.”

“What’s the magic word?”

“Now!”

He slid his arms around my waist, lifting me up against his body. His hips crushed me back down on the table.

I wriggled one hand free from his tie and grabbed his hair, landing a biting kiss. I could mark him all I wanted.

“Bitch.” He hissed and sucked his swollen lip.

“Yes.”

“Slut.” His voice was rough, his breathing hard.

“Oh yes.” My breath came hard too. The room turned hot, sticky, closing in on us. I needed to pull my legs together to protect myself. I was vulnerable, too exposed. If I came now…. Oh God!

The orgasm hit and ripped me apart. I screamed and held onto Alex with my free hand.

He hissed.

Did I scratch him? Then all my senses flooded. I smelled our sweat and tasted it on his skin. Colors I’ve never seen before danced around my eyes.

Pleasure so pure it couldn’t be wrong took over, leaving me unable to defend myself.

Alex moaned and kissed me, trying to make my tongue play with his, but I was too exhausted. Had he come too?

No idea. I was too blissed-out to pay attention.

He pressed little kisses on my lips, eyes, and cheeks. He could be really sweet when he wasn’t playing the devious bastard.

Speaking of devious bastards….

“You said you were going to talk me into spending the night with you.” We’d never done that before. I wanted to, but it was a bad idea—just like fucking him was a bad idea. Oh hell. I’ll probably end up doing it.

He grinned. “Did it work?”

I laughed. “I guess I don’t have a choice.”

“You always have a choice.

I’ve never forced you into anything.” He untied me, frowning.

I’d always told myself that he made me unfaithful, but we both knew that wasn’t true. “I meant the doors are locked. I can’t escape you.” In more ways than one.

“Mission accomplished.”

I wanted to slap that smug smile right off his gorgeous face. “Did you plan this?”

Alex’s wicked blue eyes danced. “You’ll never know.”

I couldn’t trust him. He always left me guessing, but that’s just one of the reasons he so appealed to me.

I sat up and rubbed the feeling back into my knees.

Alex volunteered to help, but his hands kept sliding up my thighs. He leaned close and nibbled my neck. “Where do you want me to take you next?

The bar? The stairs? The choice is yours.”

The choice is yours. I’d heard those words before from Holland Spencer, my

demanding ex-boss, when he wanted me to believe I was a willing accomplice to his illicit activities. My choice?

Yeah… that’s what I’m afraid of.

Her Boyfriend’s Bed

I loved the NFL playoffs.

The season was over for my team, but I still loved to watch.

It was like a whole new season —anything could happen.

Watching the game alone was boring so I invited a few friends over: a couple of guys from work, a couple of girls I knew—

and wanted to know better—

and Will and Talia.

Will and I grew up together.

We’d been through a lot, shared a lot—including some of our women. I was fucking Will’s current girlfriend, Talia. He knew all about it—hell, it was his idea. We’d been trading women since college. It started over a bottle of expensive Tequila and a drunken dare.

My girl at the time—

Sidney?—liked to flirt, liked to fuck. Unbelievably, I had a hard time keeping up with her.

We were hanging out and drinking shots with Will and his girl… Kristen? After a couple of shots, Sidney decided the girls should switch partners. I’d dated Kristen a couple semesters before, so we knew each other well. Will thought Sidney was hot, and she’d flirted a bit with him too.

We laughed at her idea, but she didn’t give it up, and the drunker we got, the more appealing fucking someone different became. Finally, Sidney pulled her shirt off, sat in Will’s lap, smiled at Kristen and said, “I dare you to let me fuck him.”

Kristen frowned. “Just sex?

No strings?”

“Just sex. Just for fun. You can do whatever you want with Alex.”

Kristen’s eyes shifted in my direction. She still wanted me.

“Okay.”

Will’s eyes nearly popped right out when Sidney dragged him off to my bedroom with no objection from Kristen. I was a little shocked too, but happily buzzed when Kristen cuddled up next to me. We started reminiscing about how much fun we’d had together, and pretty soon we were naked and making out on the floor. It felt damn good to fuck her again, but a relationship would never work. We were happy with a one-night fling.