Their Twisted Love (The Twisted Mosaic - Book 2)

by James, Amelia

  Oh God. I wanted both. Hard, hot cock in my cunt and wet, slippery contact on my clit. I wanted both Alex and Will. I recalled that encounter, but the memory wasn't enough. How could I tell him what I wanted? Did I dare?

  "Do you remember that night...?" I wouldn't say Will's name. "One man fucking me, and the other licking me...." Too vague. Would he understand?

  "I remember." He pulled out and stroked his wet cock over my clit and then he thrust back in.

  "Oh yes. I want that again. There's nothing else like it. I... oh!"

  He sat up on his knees, licked two fingers and circled them on my screaming bud while he fucked me. "I can give you everything you want."

  So close! I spread my legs as far as they'd go. The scent of sweat and sex assaulted me. He bent over and tried to lick my pussy, but obviously it was impossible. He stuffed his fingers in his mouth again and stroked me, fucked me until I came, trapping his hips between my thighs.

  "So close."

  He leaned over me and kissed my breasts, his cock still hard, still thrusting. "I will give you everything you want." And then he exploded, pounding into me with a mission, with a purpose.

  We lay tangled on the floor, just two of us, as he stirred and kissed my cheek. "Can I stay with you tonight?"

  "I thought you never asked permission."

  He smiled and caressed my hair. "Trying to do this right."

  "Thank you." I kissed his sweet lips and snuggled into his strong chest.

  His body stiffened. "Um. Are you gonna let me sleep in the bed?"

  "Oh." Cuddling with him felt so good, I didn't care where we slept. "Yeah. Come on." I helped him up, and we pulled back the covers.

  He tossed half my garter belt at me. "Nice touch."

  "Remind me never to buy expensive lingerie before I go out with you."

  He laughed as he pulled me into bed with him, and we both let out a big sigh. "What was that about?"

  I rolled on my side and circled my fingers on his chest. "Playing nice was... nice."

  "The sex was hot."

  "Oh definitely. I know we had a good night when I can't wear my underwear again."

  "So... what's missing?"

  Another guy? Will? Something else? "We're both single. Maybe losing the fear of getting caught dialed down the nasty."

  "Maybe."

  A lump formed in my throat and my eyes stung. "What do we do now? Is the chemistry gone?"

  Alex laughed and slipped his hand under the covers, fingering the wetness between my legs. "Never. Next time, we play dirty."

  But how dirty can it get with just two of us?

  Playing Dirty

  "So close." Does Talia know she said that out loud?

  Neither one of us liked playing nice. It just wasn't our thing. I knew exactly what Talia was missing, but couldn't give it to her. Not exactly.

  She missed Will.

  Will and I were getting along fine, almost friends again, but adding him back into the mix now would destroy the unstable relationships I had with both of them. Maybe I could give her another man, though—as long they included me.

  We went out for dinner again, this time to a sports bar across the street from Coors Field. Comfortable, casual, fun. No pressure to be perfect.

  "Those fried mushrooms were yummy." Talia popped the last one in her mouth. "So hard to find these days."

  "I never knew about your obsession with mushrooms." I stole the pickle she'd picked off her burger.

  "That's because you don't cook. Will put them in everything he made for me. I was so spoiled."

  "Uh-huh." I picked up my beer mug to hide my scowl.

  She looked at me and winced. "Sorry."

  Whether I liked it or not, we couldn't escape Will. "No apologies. You still care about him. I do, too. He's our friend. We gotta get over our fear of talking about him."

  She nodded. "Okay."

  The waitress walked by, setting a full beer on the table and picking up the empty mug in one smooth motion. She never noticed the awkward pause in our conversation.

  Talia started. "We should—"

  "Maybe I—what?"

  A nervous giggle escaped her lips. "We should... all three of us... go out for a beer sometime. Just to talk."

  I drowned my nasty retort in a long swig and shook my head. "Too soon. You and I need to learn to 'just talk' before we include him."

  She smiled. "Okay. I hope we get there someday."

  Us just talking or including him? Pretty sure I knew the answer to that question so I didn't ask. "Maybe I should learn how to cook... spoil you a little."

  She laughed so hard the family two tables over turned their heads and whispered. "I can not imagine you in a kitchen unsupervised."

  "I'm not that bad."

  "Remember the time Will made... what was it? Parmesan chicken."

  "That was not my fault."

  She snorted. "He asked you to cook the spaghetti, and you dumped it all in the pot... without any water."

  "He never said how he wanted it cooked."

  "His place smelled like burnt pasta for days." She fell back against the chair, laughing.

  "Okay, so cooking for you is not an option."

  "Nope. You'll have to find another way to spoil me."

  I reached for her hand and squeezed her fingers as she leaned over the table. "With pleasure."

  She kissed me quick. "Listen to us just talking."

  I smiled and pulled her closer to me. "Yeah. Not too bad." The tables around us were starting to clear, so I threaded my fingers through hers. "We need to do more of this talking stuff."

  Her hand slid up my thigh under the table. "Mm-hm." She closed her eyes and leaned in for a kiss, but when I pecked her cheek, she blinked at me. "Oh. You mean now?"

  "The other night...." My mouth went dry so I took a long drink. Damn it. I practiced this. "You said we were so close."

  "Close...." Her eyes clouded over and then she gasped. "I said that out loud? I didn't mean—"

  "It's okay. I know what you meant." I held both her hands in mine. "And I promised to give you everything you wanted."

  Her eyes grew wide. "You did?"

  I caressed her flushed cheek and smiled. "Yes."

  "But I want...." She pulled her hands from mine and waved me off. "Wait, we're still new to this. Are we talking about the same thing?"

  "No, but I have an alternative."

  She twisted her hair around her finger and shook her head. "Now I'm really confused."

  The waitress walked by and dropped our check on the table. I stared at the numbers, calculating the tip while Talia fidgeted.

  Be straight with her, damn it. "I know you want another threesome, and I know you want Will to be the other guy."

  Her hair went limp around her finger. "Yes. Damn it, am I that easy to read?"

  "Yes, you are."

  She covered her blushing face with her hands and scooted back.

  "Come here. Listen to me." I pulled her close and kissed her firm lips until she melted. "I can't give you Will, but I can give you another man."

  "With you? I don't want anyone else... without you."

  "That's the catch. It has to be three of us together or not at all."

  "Okay. But why?"

  Because I want you to be happy. "Because we like playing dirty."

  She squirmed in her seat and bit her lip. "Hell yeah."

  "So let's talk about this... make some plans."

  "But won't planning take all the fun out if it?"

  "Well, your pulse is racing, your breasts are heaving, and I'll bet your panties are wet."

  "You win."

  I leaned close and whispered in her ear. "My dick is getting hard."

  Her fingers crawled across my thigh and fiddled with my zipper. "Let's make some plans."

  "Somewhere else." I tossed some cash on the table and got her out of there.

  I drove back to her hotel, but parked my truck in a dark corner behind the building. "Co
m'ere."

  She slid over and I moved out from behind the steering wheel. Talia straddled my lap while I ran my hands up her back and into her hair, pulling her down for a kiss. Her tongue played in my mouth while she bunched my shirt up from the bottom.

  I unzipped her jeans and tried to get my fingers into her pussy, but there was no room to move. "Take them off."

  She slipped off me and wriggled out of those tight jeans, taking her panties with them. Then she resumed her position on my lap.

  "Much better."

  She sighed while I stroked her. "Didn't we have something to talk about?"

  Talk? She expects me to talk? "Oh... threesome."

  "Mmm... yes." She moaned as I slipped two fingers inside her and stroked her clit with my thumb.

  "So should we do it with another guy or another girl?" I'd already decided on another guy, but if Talia was open to a bisexual experience, I'd be all for it.

  "A guy, definitely. A girl would be...." She shuddered and her pussy got hot. "That could be fun. I've always thought Claire was cute, and I bet she'd be into it."

  "First, no way I'm fucking Claire. I don't want to lose my job, or a good assistant."

  She unbuckled my belt and slid my zipper down. "And second?"

  "What makes you think she's into anything kinky?"

  Talia sighed and stuffed her hand in my pants, stroking my hard cock while I finger-fucked her. "She follows the dress code to the letter—except for her heels. Wears at least three inches every day." She dragged her lips down my face till she caught my mouth, sucking on my lower lip. "I did that."

  "And I know how kinky you are." I thrust my fingers deep for emphasis.

  "Ooo... yes." She gave my cock a tug. "How are we going to find another guy?"

  "I'll take care of that."

  "I can't choose?" Her fingers slid down my shaft to tease my balls.

  I pulled her shirt up and licked a fat nipple. "I know what you like."

  "Mmm... where should we fuck him?"

  "You're the one fucking him, not me."

  "Aww."

  "No."

  Headlights illuminated my truck, and I yanked Talia's shirt down. The car turned and parked several spaces away, and darkness enveloped us again.

  Her hand was still wrapped around my dick, and she stroked it back to life. "Tell me how I can fuck him."

  Why does she always want me to talk when she's got me by the balls? Literally. "Any way you want, babe."

  "Can I suck his cock?" She slid to the floor and licked my shaft.

  "Yeah."

  "Like this?" She pulled my hard-on into her mouth and sucked from root to tip.

  Slow, melting heat spread through my limbs as she fondled me with her tongue. "Oh yeah."

  "Or this?" She lifted her shirt and rubbed a hard nipple against the head.

  I grunted and grabbed her hair while she squeezed my balls and sucked my aching dick.

  Then she climbed on my lap and held my cock upright as she maneuvered onto it. "Can I ride him?"

  "Uh-huh."

  She slid up and down as much as she could in the cramped space, enough to set my body on fire. She mashed a breast into my mouth and squealed as I bit down on a sweet nipple. "While you watch?"

  Watch? Oh, watch her fucking the other guy. I'd never been the one to watch before. That was Will's kink. I closed my eyes and pictured another guy in my place—her legs spread for his cock, her face twisted with pleasure as his dick slammed into her pussy. My blood boiled and I groaned, grabbing her ass and pounding her greedy cunt. "Yes, slut. I'll watch."

  She laughed and thrust down on me. "Can he make me come?"

  "He'd better." Any guy who fucked my girl had damn well better make her come. Hard.

  She tipped my head back and kissed me, sucking on my tongue as her pussy tightened on my cock. Then her eyes glittered as she leaned back and reached behind her to grab my balls. "Can I make him come?"

  I'd be shocked if she didn't. "Not until you're finished with him."

  Talia laughed and squeezed my balls, grinding down on my cock while I moaned and dug into her ass. She gasped and clenched, convulsing on my lap.

  I held her tight, barely aware that she'd smacked her head on the rearview mirror, even though I hit my head on the back window when I came. Stars spun around us, exploding into white-hot points of sizzling light and then fading into the night.

  I kissed her warm breasts. "Dirty enough for you?"

  She breathed into my hair. "Close."

  I spanked her and she giggled. Now I just had to find a guy who could handle her.

  ***

  "We're making progress, but we need proof before this case can proceed. Get on it." Joan dismissed us, but I hung back, waiting for her door to close behind Claire.

  "I need a favor."

  Joan smiled and kicked her shoes off, leaning forward so her blouse draped open. "Mmm... I knew you'd ask sooner or later."

  "Thank you, but no."

  She pouted. "What then?"

  "A friend of mine, a woman, needs a date—a sure thing with a kinky side. Know where I can find a guy like that?"

  "I do."

  "And?"

  "What's in it for me?"

  Ah, shit. I couldn't offer her my talents. "I keep my mouth shut... about all your hobbies."

  She leaned back in her chair and tapped her pen on her desk. "All right." She scribbled a phone number on a sticky note and handed it to me. "Grad student. Always desperate for cash. Tell him you're interested in his research."

  I had no problem paying someone for sex. Satisfaction guaranteed, and no strings attached. Once and done. "Thanks."

  I went back to my office, called the guy and told him exactly what I wanted. He sounded eager, so we made plans to meet for a beer. I had to make sure he was good-looking enough for my Talia. Joan's standards sometimes left something to be desired. But this guy would do. He'd been charming, respectful, and he had a smile Talia would get gushy over.

  When I met her in my conference room the next morning, she greeted me with a giddy grin. "Did you meet him?"

  "Yep. I think you'll like him."

  She sat on the table and hiked her skirt up, spreading her legs as I stepped between them. "Tell me everything."

  "Mmm...." I slipped my fingers under her panties. Damn slut is wet already. "He's young, twenty-something."

  "Cute?"

  "The waitress thought so."

  She gasped as I stroked her clit. "Does he have a nice body?"

  How am I supposed to answer that? "No more details. I gotta leave something to your imagination."

  She unzipped my pants and wiggled her hand inside. "You're torturing me."

  "Uh-huh."

  She wrapped her arm around my shoulders, and we kissed lazy and deep, in no hurry. I tasted her entire mouth, taking the time to savor her lips and her tongue. That kiss sealed the deal for our erotic adventure. I wanted to see her fuck this guy as much as she wanted to spread her legs for him.

  But reality had to come first. "I gotta be in court in twenty minutes."

  She stroked my cock. "Make me come before you go." Then she tugged my bottom lip with her teeth.

  How can I say no to that? I laid her back on the table and dropped to my knees. She moaned as I pulled her panties aside and slipped my tongue into her hot pussy.

  "Tonight, tonight." She chanted and sighed, anticipating a new and different tongue on her clit.

  I couldn't believe how much it didn't bother me. Not at all. In fact, I couldn't wait to watch her go crazy for another guy. Am I weird?

  "Put your fingers inside me. I need two." She meant two men, not just two fingers, but she came as soon as I gave them to her, arching off the table and pulling my hair.

  I kissed her quivering thighs, then helped her sit up and arrange her skirt.

  "Wow, you got me off quick."

  "I think we had help." I tapped her temple and smiled.

  She grinned and blushed.
"I won't have to imagine it tonight."

  "Be ready at five thirty." She nodded and I kissed her before slipping out the door.

  Claire cleared her throat as I walked by her. "Your pants."

  Shit. I zipped up quick and winked at her. "Don't tell."

  She smirked and drew an X over her heart.

  The elevator doors slid closed as I jumped in, and my hands shook as I double-checked my zipper. Anticipation. Damn. I just hoped the reality was as good as our fantasy.

  ***

  "Ooo, he is cute." Talia practically drooled when I pointed him out to her. We'd had an early dinner then driven to a hotel bar out near the airport. I wanted this on neutral ground, far away from my office and Talia's hotel, and my home in the foothills. The less he knew about us, the better.

  He stood when we approached, kissing Talia's hand as she offered it. "Pleased to meet you. I'm Jay."

  Her eyes sparkled. "Talia."

  Jay shook my hand. "Good to see you again, Alex."

  "Same here." I guided Talia to a chair between us. "Relax, babe. I'll get our drinks." A waitress would come by sooner or later, but Talia needed alcohol now, and I wanted to leave her alone with him for a couple of minutes to see how they'd get along.

  I waited at the bar and watched while he smiled and chatted her up. She sat straight in her chair, back stiff, hands in her lap. He polished off his drink and leaned across the table, extending his hand toward her. She wouldn't touch him, but she smiled and laughed at something he said, and some of the tension left her body.

  I ordered a beer for me and chocolate martini for her. She hadn't asked for it, but I wanted to indulge her tonight, treat her special.

  "Oh yummy," she said as I sat down. "Thank you."

  "My pleasure."

  She turned to him again. "So you're in school?"

  "Grad school, yeah. Psychology."

  Talia laughed. "Abnormal psychology?"

  He smiled easily. "No. Human sexuality. I'm researching polyamorous relationships."

  "Polyamorous... many loves?"

  "Right."

  She glanced around at the mostly empty bar as if she expected to see men in black hiding behind newspapers. "Are we part of some secret experiment?"

  "No, this is just for fun." He signaled a waitress and ordered another round of drinks.

  "Okay, but change our names when you write about us in your thesis."