Twisted Bliss

by C. A. Williams

  “I don’t think so.” I pressed my hand to the back of his neck, forcing his mouth to mine. Normally, when it came to the physical side of things, he was the one in charge. I was more than willing most of the time, but it looked like I was going to have to take control tonight.

  Justin didn’t resist for long. Soon, I was opening my mouth for him and he was greedily entering. I worked my hands underneath his shirt, feeling the smooth skin on his back and lightly grazing it with my nails. His hands tightly gripped my waist while he devoured my mouth, pulling me flush against him, but I couldn’t get close enough.

  Justin pulled away all too soon, breaking the seal of our mouths and our bodies, and slamming a hand above my head. “Della,” he panted, “I meant what I said. Can’t you try to control yourself?” He winked after the last part and I jabbed a finger in his chest.

  “I’m a grown-ass woman, Justin. And I normally get what I want. I understand what you’re saying about sex not being the foundation of our relationship, but don’t come in here and mess with my head, get me all hot and bothered, and then tell me you’re going to take me home. That doesn’t work for me.”

  “That doesn’t work for you?” he repeated, raising his brows. “Fine,” he growled. “But remember, you’re the one that wanted this.” He grabbed my wrist, dragging me from my spot on the wall, and I felt a zing of excitement rush through me at what he was going to do.

  “You better enjoy every second, because after this, our relationship starts completely fresh. You don’t put out on the first date, do you?”

  I didn’t answer as I let him drag me over to the bar and twist my body around so my back was up against the smooth wooden surface. For him, I would, but I don’t think that’s what he wanted to hear.

  “I’ve been wanting to do this all night.” His hands trailed down my stomach, over the material of my skirt until they reached the bottom, and then they were sliding under. He tugged on my panties, slowly gliding them down my legs, bending down to pull them over my heeled, ankle boots.

  He snapped back up, yanking my shirt over my head, before reaching around to undo the clasp on my bra and flicking that aside. He cupped my breasts in his hands, lightly squeezing them before dipping down to suck each nipple into his mouth. His warm hands palmed my ass, and I pushed his head harder against me as his tongue and teeth continued their delicious torture.

  I arched my hips against the hardness pushing into my stomach, but he quickly pulled the lower half of his body away from me, and I whimpered at the loss of contact. “Not yet,” he growled, after releasing my boob with a pop. “I’ve wanted you like this all night.” He slowly ran his hands down the front of my skirt, and let one hand drift down to skim the tops of my knee-highs.

  “And the shoes?” I asked, one brow shooting up.

  “Hell, yeah, those stay on.” He smirked and moved his hands back to my hips, turning my body so my backside pressed against him as I leaned over the countertop. His hands skimmed the inside of my thighs before he spread my legs and pushed down on the small of my back, causing my ass to jut out even further. I could feel the coolness and knew my skirt wasn’t covering everything up. I felt Justin’s fingers at the waistband of my skirt, and he pushed it up ever so slightly, revealing even more of my ass that he was lightly kneading.

  “Justin.” I wiggled my hips, needing some kind of contact between my legs, but apparently, it wasn’t time for that because I quickly felt his hand land on my ass with a loud crack. “Did you seriously just spank me?” I tried to stop myself from smiling, but I couldn’t. Luckily, my face was still turned away from him so he couldn’t see that I was actually enjoying it.

  “You need to be patient.” He pressed on my back again with one hand, and then his lips landed on the nape of my neck as he pushed my hair to one side. He trailed kisses down my spine, my body shivering from the touches. Finally, after what felt like an excruciating amount of time, I felt his body slide back up behind mine. His lips dropped to my shoulder, and his hand snaked around, lifting up my skirt to start rubbing light, slow circles that about made me come undone. The anticipation had been killing me. And that’s exactly what he wanted.

  “Stop,” I murmured, squeezing my eyes shut and trying to control myself from exploding all over his fingers that were currently pumping in and out. Not that I wanted him to stop, really it would be like pure torture if he did, but I wanted him inside of me.

  “Stop what?” he asked in between the kisses he was placing on my shoulder.

  I couldn’t answer him. I was too overwhelmed. His grip loosened on my hips and then he just stopped. I waited for what was to come next. His lips were still at my shoulder, and he sucked hard before pulling away.

  “What are you doing?” I whispered.

  “You told me to stop. Why did you tell me to stop?” I didn’t turn around. I knew what he wanted me to say, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

  “Why?” he repeated, leaning close to my ear, his warm breath causing me to shiver. He wrapped an arm around my waist and I felt one finger back between my legs. He pushed hard, pumping in and out of me quickly. I was so close. My mind was a blurred mess. I could barely stand as it was. I probably wouldn’t be able to if Justin didn’t have his arm wrapped tightly around my waist. And then he stopped…again.

  “Say it,” he demanded. He leaned down and sucked hard on my neck, making me cry out. “Tell me you want me inside of you,” he whispered huskily. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

  I gulped thickly. “I need you to fuck me.”

  He groaned loudly from behind me. “I love to hear you talk dirty. It’s so fucking hot.” I could hear a ripping noise and I gasped when he gripped the backs of my thighs and spread my legs even further apart. This was the side of Justin that I loved. He could be sweet and gentle when he wanted, but I liked that little bit of roughness. It was a definite turn-on.

  He lifted my skirt and roughly jammed two fingers inside of me, grabbing onto my ponytail with his other hand to tip my head back toward him.

  Need overwhelmed me.

  His hand moved from between my legs, and then he gripped my hips. He grunted and slammed into me, his hips crashing into my ass again…and again…and again.

  I definitely didn’t want him to stop now.

  I HADN’T PLANNED on this happening, I swear. I’d sat at the table with Nate and Mia, pissed as hell every time that douchebag stopped Della. I didn’t go over there, though. I needed to trust her, I guess, even though it was hard as hell. It wasn’t really that I didn’t trust her. It was more him. I saw the way he looked at her, hell, I looked at her the same exact way; only, I was allowed to. Sure, Della probably wouldn’t think the same thing. I mean, technically, our relationship was new, I shouldn’t be this territorial, but I couldn’t help myself.

  He finally left after there were only two other tables left. He walked past me; giving me a glare that I think was supposed to be badass or something. Apparently, he didn’t know whom he was dealing with. It took everything in me not to go straight out the front door and beat the shit out of him. I knew that would probably just piss Della off. I didn’t think she had any feelings left for him, but they did have a history, a history that I couldn’t begin to comprehend. That didn’t make it any easier for me to understand why she took the time to meet with him.

  So, I waited for Della. I had no clue why Brian would let her close the place up by herself at night, and I really needed to have a talk with him about that one. Or try to be here every night she worked, even though that would probably be impossible.

  She looked so damn adorable when I said I was ready to leave. I knew what she wanted. I could read it in the way she was watching at me, chewing on her bottom lip, her pale blue eyes wide with need. There was no way in hell I could tell her no, and with just a tiny, little bit of persuasion on her part, she got exactly what she wanted.

  And now she was sprawled out in front of me, the smooth skin of her back beneath my h
ands, that tiny ass skirt still in place but pulled up just enough so her ass was peeking out, just like I wanted it. And those legging things. I had every guy’s fantasy right in front of me, and I was enjoying the hell out of it.

  “Princess.” I stopped my rapid pace, pulling almost completely out, and she whimpered, twisting her head around and pouting those lips of hers at me. I took a deep breath before I slammed back into her, and I gazed down at her ass, loving the way that it looked while I took her from behind, just the sight about made me come completely undone. She screamed out my name and I pounded even harder, feeling her orgasm explode around my dick, her body going wild beneath me as she rode it out.

  “That’s right, scream my name, princess,” I groaned, not letting up my frantic rhythm at all, and I could tell when she recovered because she began moving her hips and trying to keep up with my steady pace. She was yelling out as I continued to pound into her, and soon, I felt her tightening around me once again, and this time I was right behind her.

  “Della,” I moaned out her name, pumping my hips until the last of my orgasm left my body, and I buried my face into the hair that had escaped her ponytail and was trailing down her back.

  She sighed, completely satisfied, from underneath me. “See? You really wanted to just drop me off at home instead of that?”

  “Of course not.” I dropped a kiss to her shoulder before slowly sliding out, grabbing at her waist to keep her from falling over because she looked that exhausted from what we had just done.

  We both got cleaned up, and I walked her out to her car, pressing a kiss to her forehead before opening her door. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come back to your place?” She grinned, leaning one hip against the car.

  “No, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I wanted to say yes, everything in my body was telling me to say yes. Even after what we just did, though, I think we needed to slow things down a bit.

  A hurt expression flashed across her face, and I reached out, brushing my thumb across her cheek. “Don’t pout, princess. I think we just need to give things some time. Maybe we moved too quickly last time. I don’t know. So, let’s go slow. Let me take you out on an actual date, and we’ll see how things go from there. All right?”

  “Fine,” she huffed loudly but finally smiled at me. “You better make it the best first date ever then. I’m talking about epic.” She pushed up to her tiptoes and smacked a kiss on my cheek before getting into her car. I shut the door behind her.

  Now, I had to go home and deal with Della not being there. It was hard as hell just to think about. But I guess I had some planning to do because I was going to give her an epic date, I just had no clue what it was going to be yet.

  “OH, LOVERBOY’S HERE!” Mia squealed, opening the door all the way for me so I could step into the house. I rolled my eyes, shoving my hands in my pockets to give myself something to do. I was nervous as hell. This felt like an actual first date with Della. And here was Mia to greet me at the front door.

  “She’s still getting ready, take a seat.” I collapsed on the couch, feeling like I was about to get questioned about my intentions when it came to Della.

  I guess it was better than dealing with Lillian, Della’s mom. Della might have a semi-cordial relationship with her, but I still couldn’t stand the woman. Yeah, the first time we met, I tried to get along with her. I think she had been a little distracted by Mia, so she wasn’t too bad. But that still didn’t make me forget the way she’d treated Della in the past. That wasn’t something that I could forgive so easily. I don’t think Della really had, either. I think she felt more obligated than anything, because it was her mom. I think she just liked the idea of having a mother that she could actually talk to and have a good relationship with. I didn’t think that would ever happen with her mom, though.

  “So….” Mia bounced onto the seat next to me. “I think you owe me a giant thank you.”

  “For what, exactly?” I couldn’t really think of one single thing for which I owed a thank you to Mia. Yeah, she had “spied” on Della for me, but the whole gym thing really didn’t work too much in my favor.

  She smacked my shoulder. “For what?” she repeated sarcastically. “Well, let’s see. I set that whole thing up the night you two just happened to randomly run into each other. You don’t think that was a coincidence, do you?”

  “Well…yeah. I mean, until now. I didn’t even tell you where I was going that night, though, I wasn’t that big of a dumbass.”

  “I know, I conned it out of Nate.” She giggled and I groaned, not wanting to know how she got it out of him. Why didn’t I think of that possibility? “I made sure Della didn’t see you before you got rid of that girl. I knew you wouldn’t be able to stay away from her for long.”

  “Huh.” I sat back in my seat, amazed that Mia was actually the reason for Della and I being back together. Who knows if we would be where we are right now if I hadn’t seen her that night. “Well, I guess I do owe you a thank you, then.”

  “You’re welcome. Just don’t mess things up again.”

  That I could most certainly do. “I won’t. I promise.”

  “What exactly did you just promise her?” Della stepped into the room, immediately lighting it up and making me lose sight of anyone but her. She was dressed casually like I told her to, well, as casual as Della could get I guess in a black cotton dress that just skimmed her knees and a pair of cowboy boots, her hair pulled off her shoulders and piled on top of her head. It would do for what I had planned.

  “Promise that he has an awesome first date planned for you. You two crazy kids have fun.” Mia shoved a small bag into my hands, which I assumed contained Della’s makeup. Everything else that we needed was already in the car.

  “You ready?” I grinned at Della, who almost seemed nervous, as I took her hand in mine.

  “Yup.” She grabbed her purse from the coffee table. “I’m ready for this epic date to begin.”

  “Good, because your mind is gonna be blown.”

  “I CAN’T BELIEVE we’re actually doing this.” I turned toward Justin as he grabbed onto my hand to pull me through the revolving glass doors.

  “Okay, let’s see.” We walked slowly, scanning the tiny screens that were dotted behind each counter. The words were blurred to me, because I still couldn’t quite comprehend Justin’s plan. This was definitely not a typical first date. If this was really our first date, I would think Justin was insane, and probably run the other way, but it wasn’t. So, I guess it was actually pretty sweet, and I was amazed that he came up with the idea. I would’ve never even imagined it.

  “Um….” I stopped, scanning my eyes across the screen, and shook my head. “I can’t believe we’re doing this. Are you sure you took care of everything?”

  “Yup. Brian’s all set, it’s the weekend so you don’t have to worry about school, and I’m off-duty. It works out perfectly. Now pick.”

  “Fine, if you’re gonna make me be the one.” I squeezed my eyes shut and pointed my finger, opening them to see where it landed. “’kay, I guess that’s my choice.”

  “Really?” Justin grinned, slinging one arm around my shoulder. “All right, then. I guess that’s where we’re going. I think it might be fate or something. Maybe it’s a sign that we’re supposed to get hitched.”

  “Yeah, right.” I laughed, following behind him to the counter where he proceeded to buy two tickets to Vegas. I wonder what he would’ve done if my finger had landed on Paris, or somewhere ridiculously expensive.

  That’s right. Justin had driven us to the airport, and told me that we were going away for the weekend, anywhere I wanted to pick. Apparently, my roommates had been in on the whole thing and had already packed me a bag. Talk about an epic first date.

  “You know, I would’ve been just fine with bowling again. I was teasing when I said it had to be epic.”

  “I know,” he said over his shoulder, still holding onto my hand tightly as he led me through the airport
. “But I wanted to make it special. Is that all right with you?”

  “Completely.”

  We made our way through security easily and found our gate. Luckily, there seemed to be flights to Vegas almost every hour so we didn’t have to wait too long. I got settled into my seat, and Justin slid into the one next to me, opening his backpack as the flight attendants started making their announcements. “Here.” He handed me a stack of magazines before zipping it back up. “Figured you’d need something to read no matter where you ended up picking. Unless you want to occupy yourself doing something else?” He lowered his voice. “Like maybe joining the mile high club? Those bathrooms are tiny but I’m sure we could make it work.” He winked at me.

  I looked around, my cheeks feeling like they were on fire. I’m sure the people next to us could hear, and judging by the sour expression on the old woman’s face that was on the other side of Justin, I was right. “Maybe next time.”

  He snorted loudly as he buckled his seatbelt and I did the same, gripping his hand as we prepared for takeoff. Flying wasn’t my favorite thing. I dealt with it whenever I had to, but it always put my stomach into knots. Once we were in the air, I was fine, but until then, I would be a nervous wreck.

  “You’re fine.” Justin kissed my cheek, and I nodded my head, squeezing my eyes shut and pressing back into the seat as far as possible. That small touch of his lips, calming me somewhat.

  I started to think about the fact that I was actually going away for the whole weekend with Justin. Yeah, we were really taking things slow. I wouldn’t be surprised if he did try to drag me to one of those drive-thru wedding chapels. It sounded like something that he would do.

  “Here.” Justin squeezed my hand and I opened my eyes, realizing that we were finally in the air, and I blew out a breath. He pulled down my tray for me and started laying out sandwich bags. “My mom made us some snacks for the trip.”

  I lifted a brow, grabbing a chocolate chip cookie that he’d set on a napkin. “Hey, I would’ve made them myself but my mom’s kind of on a baking spree. It gave her something to do.”