The Final Twist Untwisted Series Book Five

by Raine, Alice

  ‘We’re going to do this my way, though. No gymnastics.’

  ‘Yes, Sir,’ she murmured against my lips, causing my cock to jolt with arousal at her surprise phrase. Sir? Where the hell had that come from? But there was no denying I liked the sound of it. My old dominant side leaped to the surface in glee and my cock gave another lurch which Becky noticed and giggled at.

  We explored with eager hands, skimming over skin and arousing each other in the ways that only we knew, and when I could hear Becky panting with need, I threw myself to my back on the bed and gave my stomach a pat. ‘Climb on board, baby, I want you to make yourself come.’

  Rebecca raised her eyebrows at me as if surprised by me handing over control, but really, given the size of her bump, this was about the only position that I could see being feasible.

  As I helped her to move and straddle me, I grinned at just how keen she looked. Keen and so fucking beautiful it made my chest hurt. I might not suggest this position a great deal, but it certainly had its benefits, one of them being the fact that I had easy access to her gorgeous breasts, which I immediately began to caress again.

  ‘Nice and easy, baby,’ I murmured as she took my cock in her hand and rubbed me back and forth against her molten core. Christ, she was so wet. A groan clawed its way from my chest, and I had to leave her breasts and grip at her hips to hold back the urge to jerk upwards into her.

  Slowly, Rebecca positioned me at her entrance and began to sink down on me, inch by inch. Fuck. She felt so good. Hot, wet, and tighter than ever, and I could feel my cock twitching away inside her as if screaming at me to move. I wouldn’t, though. If I got to come, too, then that would be a nice benefit, but after everything we’d been through with this pregnancy this was about her needs, her pleasure.

  Instinctively, I moved my hands to caress her bump and I couldn’t help the grin that stretched my lips as her hands found mine and we linked our fingers for a few moments. Our babies were in there. It still fucking amazed me.

  She sunk down until I was completely buried inside her and our bodies were as tight together as they could get. Both of us paused in that position, absorbing the feeling and moaning, making noises so innately sexual that they could have been straight from the sound reel of a porn film.

  Then she met my gaze, licked her lips, and began to move. Gazing up at her as she rode me for her pleasure was probably one of the most erotic sights I’ve ever seen; her expression was full of love and lust, her breasts swayed with her gentle movement, and her hair dropped down to curtain us in our own private bubble.

  I loved her so fucking much. ‘God, you are so beautiful.’ The words were in my head, and seemed to fall from my lips accidentally, but Rebecca absorbed them with a soft, shy smile as she ground down on me again and growled as my cock hit her G-spot.

  This might be predominantly about her pleasure, but hearing her make those sounds while her body clutched at my cock made my hands twitchy, and I slid one around to grip her buttock while my other hand dipped below her bump and found her clitoris.

  She practically purred when I began to circle the slick nub. ‘Ahhh … Yes. Just like that.’

  As I continued to play with her clit, I angled my hips slightly so that my shaft would rub against her G-spot every time she dropped down onto me, a move which clearly worked, because she gasped, and the next second she began speeding up her moves, moving one hand to her breast and fondling it as her head fell backwards.

  ‘Eyes, Becky, let me see them.’ I couldn’t help the demand in my tone as the words fell from my tongue, but I needed to see her beautiful eyes. I always needed that intimate contact. Immediately, my girl brought her head forwards and smiled at me as her hips kept up the “up, down, grind” rhythm that she had settled into, and I could see from her dilated pupils that she was getting close.

  I was, too. Her channel clenched around me so perfectly that it was taking everything I had to hold back my release.

  ‘Oh God, Nicholas, I’m close,’ she murmured, her cheeks flushing as she slammed her hands down onto my chest and clawed at the skin in a move so fucking erotic that I felt my balls tighten and lift.

  ‘Come for me, baby …’ I ground out through clenched teeth as I desperately tried to cling to the swirling sensation at the base of my cock that signalled my imminent climax.

  I would not come before she did.

  Leaning forwards, she nodded and really ground herself down onto my cock, so much so that my hand at her clit struggled to move. Instead, I pinched at the tender nub, and her channel gripped me like a vice as she exploded around me.

  ‘Nicholas!’

  As she cried out my name, her body started to shake above me, the muscles of her core convulsing around me as she rode out her orgasm until I had no choice but to follow her lead. Allowing myself one upward thrust, I buried my length within her, gripped her hips to hold her still, and felt my release fire from within my balls like an electric shock shooting straight through my cock. It was so fucking good, and so powerful it was almost painful. If this was pain, then I’d take it from her every single day for the rest of my life.

  ‘You OK, baby?’ I asked, hoping it hadn’t caused her or the babies any discomfort.

  ‘OK? Are you kidding me? Holy fuck, Nicholas, that was incredible,’ Becky panted above me, her face flushed from her orgasm and eyes twinkling with happiness. It was pretty much the perfect view, as far as I could see.

  Returning her grin, I placed my hands on her bump again and gave a gentle rub. ‘Don’t listen to that foul language. That’s just your baby momma forgetting herself.’

  Raising an eyebrow at my use of the teasing nickname that I knew she hated, Rebecca linked her fingers with mine and gave a squeeze before rubbing the bump herself. ‘Yes, well, “baby momma” only uses that language for two reasons. One, when your daddy is being an arse, or two, when he’s being very, very naughty with mummy.’

  ‘Being an “arse”?’ I repeated, trying to sound outraged, but failing miserably.

  ‘Mmm-hmm. Luckily, you’ve carried out your daddy duties to an exemplary level and I feel so sated and relaxed that I can’t even be bothered to argue with you. You can help me in the shower, though, and then make me pancakes.’

  From the twinkle in her eye, I could tell Rebecca was enjoying this banter, too. As she pulled me towards the shower, I started whistling to myself again, deciding that my day really couldn’t get much better.

  Chapter Thirty One – Nathan

  I wouldn’t usually have tagged along when Stella was meeting up with Kenny, because I knew they had a close bond, and now I’d got over my jealousy about it, I tried to respect it and let them do their own thing when they met up.

  I was tagging along today, though, because when Stella had mentioned Tom’s address my jaw had nearly hit the floor. He lived in one of the new apartments in Battersea which had been designed and built by an architectural firm that I considered my closest rival in London.

  It was a project I had admired from the start, but my pride had stopped me from ever going to see the finished buildings, in case it looked like I had a case of professional envy. I didn’t, since my company was doing very nicely indeed, and I hadn’t even put in a bid for the Battersea work, but still, I hadn’t visited.

  Now I had the perfect excuse, because we were coming across to see our friends.

  The site from the outside was impressive; it was a conversion of an old industrial building, but as we walked towards the entrance I could immediately see that, rather than knock down the existing structure, they had managed to keep its integrity, and simply bring it up to date by adding glass walls, exposed brickwork and some modern metalwork. It worked rather well, but what I really wanted to see was the inside.

  Almost as soon as Stella had pressed the intercom Kenny’s excited voice answered, followed by a buzzing as the security door clicked open.

  We wound our way through the brightly lit corridors and came to their door as it was flung
open by Kenny, who then pulled Stella, Will, and me into a huge hug.

  ‘Hi guys! Welcome!’

  My arms remained rigidly by my sides and I clenched my teeth as he wobbled us all about gleefully and chuckled something about a “group hug”. This was one of the reasons I tended to avoid Stella’s regular meet-ups with Kenny, because over-the-top gestures of physical contact still made me feel uncomfortable, regardless of who was delivering them. Unless it was Stella, of course. Then the rules were reversed and I liked as much contact as possible. Preferably intimate, and deep.

  Pulling my thoughts from the gutter, I persuaded a tight smile to my lips as Kenny released us and gave me a hearty pat on the shoulder, as if trying to offset his hug by being overly manly with me.

  He really was the king of bodily contact. I flinched at yet more touchy-feely actions and clenched my jaw, but I stood my ground and managed not to brush him off, which was progress for me.

  He picked up William and swung him around, causing my boy to gurgle with joy, and I couldn’t stop my smile becoming just a little more genuine. He might be a little over-physical, but Kenny was an amazing friend to Stella, and a great “uncle” to Will, so I really shouldn’t complain.

  Once Kenny had finished his display, he handed Will back to me, and Tom stepped forwards and extended his hand to me with a smile. Balancing my boy on my hip, I shook Tom’s hand. He was far more reserved than Kenny, which was easier for me to deal with, but also perhaps one of the reasons they worked so well together as a couple. He gave Stella a quick hug then stepped back, took hold of Kenny’s hand, and waved us inside. ‘Come on in!’

  As I had expected, the apartment was stunning. We entered straight into a large open-plan lounge area, and just within this space I could see three different types of walls: glass, warm wood panelling, and exposed brick. It managed to maintain an industrial feel while still being modern to the extreme.

  From this initial glance, I could tell the development had been designed and built to an incredibly high standard, and I felt excitement settle in my belly at the prospect of seeing more.

  Nicholas might be able to lose himself in his music, but for me, architecture was my thing. More specifically, good architecture was what did it for me.

  We took off our coats and shoes and moved further into the living space just as Will started to fidget in my arms.

  ‘Would you like a look around?’ Tom enquired casually, seemingly unaware of just how eager I was.

  ‘Absolutely,’ I replied, my voice sounding high-pitched from my excitement. I cleared my throat, slightly irritated that I’d let my enthusiasm be so bloody obvious. I sounded like a little kid on helium.

  Beside me, Stella flashed me a reassuring smile and gave my free hand a squeeze, as if understanding my expression perfectly. It always seemed like she could see through me, which, given that she knew me better than anyone ever had, she no doubt could. I still hated losing control over my emotions, though, even if it was just in front of our friends. Stella was always telling me it was OK to loosen up now, but after so many years of guarding my inner feelings from everyone around me – my parents, the bullies at school, my teachers, my submissives – I still found it incredibly difficult to do so.

  I could be described as a work in progress. Luckily for me, Stella seemed to have the patience of a saint.

  Will started to get more upset in my arms, and Stella glanced at her watch. ‘He probably needs his snack. Are you hungry, bubs?’ she cooed. She grabbed a pot of yoghurt from the baby bag and held out her arms for him. Spying the food, William smiled and went into his mum’s arms with a gurgle of excitement that wasn’t too far away from the noise I’d made just a few minutes ago.

  ‘I know Nathan is dying to look around, so you guys go ahead. I’ll feed the little man and then have a tour later.’

  ‘I’ll stay with you, Stella,’ Kenny said. ‘T’s the expert on this place, aren’t you, babe?’

  Tom smiled shyly, but then nodded and looked at me with an excitement that almost seemed to match my own. ‘I bought this place when they were first designing them, so I had a little bit of a say on the layout. I still have the blueprints and initial drawings if you’d like to see them?’

  Now he was talking my language. ‘Like to? I’d bloody love to see them.’

  Stella

  Grinning at how in his element Nathan appeared at the mention of the word “blueprint”, I blew him a kiss as he stepped away. Immediately, he became engrossed in a discussion about the internal structure of the apartment with Tom. Bless him, my man did love buildings.

  Sitting on one of the black leather sofas, I opened the pot of yoghurt and gave Will a spoonful. As he was munching away, I glanced around the space before nodding to myself. This place really was perfect for Kenny and his overly tidy habits: smooth lines, minimalist décor, and spotlessly clean, but with several rugs scattered around and collections of personal photographs on the walls it still had a homely, cosy feel.

  I knew Nathan was mainly here because he wanted to look at the internal design, but I had a different agenda – I wanted to get the latest gossip, so as soon as Tom had led Nathan away on their tour, I grabbed my chance.

  ‘You look like the cat that got the cream, Ken,’ I declared with a grin, which Kenny quickly matched. It had been obvious how happy he and Tom were as soon as we walked in. Both were relaxed, with genuine smiles on their faces, and they had held hands as soon as the hugs were finished, but I still wanted to hear the details from the horse’s mouth. ‘How’s it all going?’

  Kenny glanced over his shoulder to check the others were out of sight then flapped his hands excitedly before leaping from his sofa and coming across to sit next to me. ‘God, Stella, it’s amazing, he’s amazing!’ I smiled fondly at my friend’s happiness, fairly sure I’d used almost those exact sentiments to describe Nathan and me when we’d first got together. ‘I never knew I could be this happy!’

  I’d never seen him look this content, either; his eyes were twinkling and his complexion was rosy with health. Living with Tom was obviously good for him. Great, now I was almost crying. Feeling my throat close up with emotion, I sniffed back an errant tear and grinned at Kenny. ‘So you haven’t driven him nuts with your need for tidiness, then?’

  Tweaking his beard, Kenny shook his head with a smug smile. ‘Nope, if he’d been messy it might have ruined everything but we seem to be perfectly matched on that scale, thank goodness.’ Knowing how particular Kenny had always been when I’d lived with him, I could well believe it.

  What was it about me that attracted clean freaks into my life? First, I’d had Kenny and his love of a neat and tidy house, and now Nathan, who liked things spotless, but was particularly obsessed with hygiene and clean hands. Maybe I’d been a dirty slapper in a previous life and these men had been sent to show me the right path.

  ‘We just get on so well, Stel!’ Kenny grasped his cheeks as if they hurt from smiling so much, which seeing as he couldn’t seem to stop, they probably did. He sighed happily. ‘I know we’ve not even been together a year, but it’s the best relationship I’ve ever had. It’s what I’ve always wanted, you know?’

  Nodding jerkily, I blinked away even more tears and reached across with my free hand to give his a squeeze. ‘I’m so happy for you, Kenny, I truly am.’

  I’d known Kenny a long time now, and his generous nature had often led to him being targeted by the wrong kind of guys. Users who said all the right things for a week or so, then upped and left without so much as a goodbye.

  With his good looks, he’d never had any trouble getting guys interested, and as a result of his love for sex and his lack of willpower he’d had a string of one-night stands and failed relationships, but he’d never found the one. Not until now, anyway.

  ‘I love him so much, Stella. He seems to know me better than I know myself sometimes.’ That was a sentiment I was also familiar with, because Nathan knew me so well it was like he could see right into my soul
sometimes.

  ‘And the sex is incredible,’ Kenny finished softly, hugging a pillow to his chest and smiling dreamily. Kenny usually didn’t hold back on the details of his encounters, but with William in my arms today I was glad he spared me the in-depth analysis and went for the broad summary.

  ‘So, are there wedding bells in the air yet?’ I asked as a joke to lighten the air, but to my surprise, Kenny blushed, and fidgeted on his seat.

  ‘Actually, it’s funny you should say that …’

  ‘Oh my God!’ I shrieked, my eyes flying open wide. ‘I was kidding! Are you serious? You guys are getting married?’ I squeaked, my voice high, but luckily muted by the hand that I’d slapped over my own mouth.

  ‘Well no, not yet, but the other day I met Tom’s oldest mate, Brent, and afterwards, on the way home, T said that Brent would be his best man when we got married.’ Chewing on his lower lip, Kenny leaned in close and gave me an intent stare.

  ‘He actually said those exact words – “when we get married.”’ Kenny nodded gleefully then shrugged. ‘Then he got a bit embarrassed afterwards and we haven’t mentioned it again, but that’s a good sign, right?’

  Nodding my head, I smiled so broadly that my cheeks started to hurt. ‘I think that sounds like a very good sign, Ken. He wouldn’t have said it if it hadn’t been on his mind.’

  Drawing in a huge breath, Kenny flopped back on the sofa again. He grinned like a loon. ‘That’s what I thought!’ He ran a hand through his hair and gently nudged me in the ribs. ‘ I hope you can rock a tuxedo, because you’ll have to be my best man – well, best “woman”, I suppose – when the time comes.’

  I raised my eyebrows and yet again my eyes filled with moisture. ‘It would be my honour,’ I whispered, before quickly dashing the tears away with the back of my hand and distracting myself by feeding Will another spoonful of yoghurt. ‘God, Kenny, that’s three times you’ve almost made me cry today!’