Her Twisted Pleasures

by Amelia James

What?

  “Who?”

  “Oh, Alex. Sorry.”

  “No,” he smiled. “Call out his name. I bet he’d like that.”

  Hell yeah, I liked that.

  “Will.” She moaned softly, as if she was afraid I would hear.

  “Louder.” Alex wrapped his arms around her and thrust up.

  “Will!” She gasped, writhing on top of Alex.

  “Now call my name.”

  “Alex….” She moaned his name loud and long, and came a third time.

  He bit her neck, convulsing under her while she rode him, knowing I saw and heard everything. He’d told me once that was a huge turn on for him.

  My cock swelled in my hand. I was breathing hard, sweating in that small closet, but I fought the temptation and zipped up my pants, saving that for her.

  Alex slapped her bare ass and dumped her on the couch.

  “Put your clothes on before he comes back.” He winked at the closet door as he passed by on his way to the kitchen.

  I caught my breath and waited a couple minutes, watching her get dressed.

  Knowing she’d got off fucking another guy turned me on.

  Huge. She loved having sex with me, but when I watched her come with Alex, it was clear she enjoyed sex just for the fun of it. She wasn’t just going through the motions.

  Talia was a sexual woman, and I loved allowing her to express it.

  It seemed like she’d changed after we met—like being in a relationship had drained the passion and enthusiasm that drew me to her. She’d told me in the beginning that she didn’t want a commitment, so this problem was my fault and I needed to fix it. It was just a matter of time and strategy. No emotion. Emotions hadn’t helped last time, and they wouldn’t help me now.

  Back in the living room, Talia curled-up under the blanket, and stared at the TV

  when I came in. Her cell phone chimed and she pulled it out from under the covers, scowling at the lit screen. “Not now, Holland.” Hiding the phone again, she looked up at me and smiled. “What did your mom have to say?”

  “Same old, same old.” I shrugged and sat down, putting my arms around her.

  God, her body felt good—hot and damp. “I love you.” I kissed her hair.

  “I know.” But her voice quivered a bit.

  If she wasn’t feeling guilty, she would’ve said she loved me too. I needed to tell her the truth someday, so she wouldn’t beat herself up like this, but past experience had taught me that truth didn’t always go over so well.

  Alex came back with a beer.

  “Keep your hands where I can see ‘em.” He slapped Talia’s knee.

  “Bite me.” She snapped at him, but her eyes danced.

  “Don’t fuck with me,

  woman.”

  Alex was supposed to do whatever she wanted. That was another one of our rules. I could tell her about our arrangement and ease her guilt, but tonight I learned that the risk of being caught, and the appeal of doing something forbidden, turned her on. She liked being bad, and I didn’t want to take that away from her.

  This was all about her pleasure, and I never wanted to break that rule.

  Can’t Say No

  Yes, I was in love with one man but sleeping with his best friend. I got bored easily.

  Variety kept me interested.

  Long-term relationships had never worked for me until I met Will. I liked having something—or someone—

  different now and then. Will and I had been together almost a year, and boredom hadn’t set in yet, maybe because I was sleeping with Alex.

  Actually, I was fucking Alex —not much sleeping going on.

  Will and Alex were so different from each other. Each had brown hair and blue eyes, but Will’s long, lush hair contrasted with Alex’s short, wild mess. Will’s nice muscles layered his average frame, while Alex was tall and lanky.

  Will’s quiet and gentle, sweet and loving nature stood in stark contrast to Alex, who was sheer trouble.

  I loved Will. We were best friends and passionate lovers, enjoying deep, intimate conversations and lighthearted, silly fun. I’d never met anyone like him. Maybe that’s why I’d never been in love before. He understood me—

  knew me better than I knew myself, especially when it came to sex. I could see spending the rest of my life with Will.

  So why was I sleeping with —fucking—Alex? Because he was different—and I liked different. I thrived on choices.

  I’d said no when Alex invited me out for a drink, but he never listened to me. Will was working nights again, and I didn’t feel like cooking for myself, so one night I agreed.

  We decided to hang out at the bar afterward and watch the Eagles-Texans game.

  “Wanna make this

  interesting?” Alex leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers behind his head, grinning.

  Arrogant bastard. I liked Alex, especially when he was cocky.

  Say no, dumbass. “What do you have in mind?” I tapped my fingernails on the tabletop.

  Why couldn’t I say no to Alex and stick to it? And why did Will not care when his work schedule took him away from me?

  “If Philadelphia wins, you have to take off your panties and show me.”

  My outfit would allow me to go panty-free: heavy sweater, knee-length skirt, thigh-high tights and boots.

  Damn it, I want to do something dangerous tonight. “And if Houston wins?”

  That naughty grin turned into an evil smile. “What do you want?”

  Oh so many things—ripping his clothes off being near the top of the list, but I had to stop picturing him naked. “I want to see your cute ass.” Wrong. So wrong.

  “That’s all?” He sounded disappointed.

  I’d end up fucking him again, but I had to attempt resistance. “For now….”

  He laughed and ordered another round of whiskey. By the middle of the second quarter, the score was tied.

  Alex turned those devious blue eyes on me, his evil mind working. “If it’s tied at halftime, we get to make out.”

  “Here?” I looked around for anyone we knew.

  “We’ll find a dark corner somewhere.”

  That naughty smile melted my resistance. “All right.”

  The Eagles scored, but the Texans tied it up right before time ran out.

  Alex dragged me to the hallway by the restrooms. He backed into a corner and pulled me up against him, kissing me hard as he slid his hand across my ass and tried to pull my skirt up.

  “No.” I shoved his hand back. “You didn’t say anything about groping.”

  “Did I have to?” He kissed me and grabbed my skirt again.

  Some guy stepped out of the men’s room and nearly tripped over us. He sputtered an apology, and I took off down the hall, Alex following close behind. I grabbed my coat and headed for the door. Fooling around with him behind my boyfriend’s back was scary hot, but doing it in public was too dangerous.

  “Talia, don’t go.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me close.

  “Someone might see us.”

  “We don’t know anyone here.”

  “Are you sure?”

  He looked around and then smiled at me. “I promise I’ll behave until I win our bet.”

  “When do you ever behave?”

  He laughed.

  We sat back down at the table and, much to my disappointment, he kept his hands off me. The Eagles scored on their first possession, and the game continued to go Alex’s way.

  “You. Panties off.” He grinned. “Now.”

  “There’s still thirty seconds left.”

  “No way Houston’s gonna come back in thirty seconds. I win.”

  “Not ‘til the clock ticks down to zero.”

  Of course, he won.

  I went to the restroom and pulled off my panties—red lace boy shorts I’d hoped to have Alex rip off. Next time.

  At the table, Alex sat in his usual cocksure position—

  leaning back in his chair, his hands lac
ed behind his head, a wicked grin plastered on his face. I sat down and stuffed my panties in his pants pocket.

  “Happy now?”

  “Hell yes. Show me.”

  “I just did.”

  He shook his head slowly.

  “No, you have to show me your naked pussy, not your panties.”

  “Uh-uh. You never said anything about showing skin.”

  “It was implied.”

  “Not here. We’re not going in that hallway again.”

  Alex scanned the crowded bar, his eyes drawn together in a sexy scowl. “Okay, let’s play pool for a while. I don’t want to go home yet.”

  “Wanna make it

  interesting?”

  He laughed. “Against you?

  Hell no. You’re too good.”

  “Yes I am.” We climbed the stairs to the pool room and played a few casual games. We laughed and drank, and all the while Alex flirted and I teased.

  Every time I bent over, he’d try to lift my skirt with the cue stick.

  “How does it feel wearing a short skirt with nothing underneath?” His hot breath sizzled all the way from my ear to my naked pussy.

  “Scary sexy.” Shivers ran down my spine.

  “Are you wet?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Can I feel?” He pulled my skirt up a few inches.

  “No, no, no, no. Not here.”

  He grumbled and looked over his shoulder. “There’s a closet across the room. We can sneak in there, and I can collect on our bet.”

  Everyone else was gone, so we ducked into the supply closet and eased the door closed.

  He leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms. “Lift your skirt.”

  I pulled it up slowly, revealing my lacy thigh-highs as he whistled. A quick flash of flesh, then I pulled my skirt back down.

  “Oh no. Pull your skirt above your hips. I want to see it all.”

  “You’ve seen it before.”

  “I want to see it again. I like your pussy.”

  I pulled my skirt up, grumbling curses he ignored, and let him look.

  “Turn around. Bend over.”

  How vulnerable would I be bare-assed and bent over? A hot, juicy tingle shot through me, and when I showed him my naked ass, he sucked in his breath. Not bothering to ask permission, he slipped his fingers between my cheeks, teasing my wet slit as I braced my hand against the wall.

  Stop him! Say no and mean it!

  Instead, I turned to face him, and we made-out long and slow while he finger-fucked me.

  “Let’s get out of here.” Alex grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the closet, then stopped short. The bar was dark, the music off.

  Apparently, we were alone in the building.

  “Can we get out?” I tugged my hem down to my knees He didn’t answer. We

  hurried down the stairs to the front door. The deadbolt had been turned, and the alarm pad blinked red.

  He looked at me with

  worried eyes and shook his head. “Let’s check the back.”

  The back door, side doors, and the few frost-covered windows in the place were all locked tight.

  “We can’t get out,” I said.

  “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.”