Twisted

by Cari Quinn

  “Mmm.” He squeezed her ass and ground his cock into her belly. “I want to be in all of your zones at once. How am I supposed to pick?”

  “You can have any of them in any order you’d like.” She trailed her fingers down his muscled torso and toyed with his zipper. Damn shame that tonight he was wearing a shirt and jeans, but that just gave her more clothing to enjoy taking off him. “All-access pass.”

  “I like the sound of that.” He hauled her up in his arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her across the deck to the hot tub. “Kick off your shoes.”

  The gleam in his eyes made her dart a nervous glance over her shoulder. “Uh, Gray…”

  He was already reaching behind himself to help her get them off. Luckily she’d only worn slingbacks tonight and not those crazy boots of Harper’s. “Don’t Gray me. You’re on my turf. We play by my rules.”

  Amusement had her lifting her chin as he pulled off one of her shoes then the other. “Oh yeah? Is that so?”

  “It’s completely so.” He dipped his head to bite her nipple through her top and she let out a moan. “If you’re good¸ I’ll sing you the song I wrote for you while I fuck you.”

  She couldn’t stop the shiver. “You’re in some mood tonight.”

  “Oh, you have no idea. It’s almost like I’m an all new man.” Stopping at the side of the hot tub, he cocked an eyebrow. “Want kind of underwear you got on under there, sugar?”

  Already whipping out the sugar nickname. Damn. “Take a guess.”

  Apparently that was the wrong time to play coy, because he dumped her into the Jacuzzi, laughing uproariously while she squealed and sputtered. “I’d rather see for myself.” He feinted left to avoid her wildly splashing hands, lifting his head only to proclaim, “Pink bra, huh? I approve.”

  “Gray Duffy, you are so dead,” she shrieked, whipping her sopping shirt over her head and throwing it. He took the hit square in the chest, still laughing.

  She couldn’t help laughing too as she removed her soaked skirt and panties as fast as possible and dumped them on the deck. Then she moved to his side of the hot tub and grabbed the waistband of his jeans to drag him close for a hot, wet kiss. “I fucking hate you,” she breathed between kisses.

  “Liar. You know you love me.” He didn’t give her time to reply before he undid the clasp of her bra and filled his hands with her slick breasts. “And I love you. And these.” He ducked his head and slipped his mouth over her nipple, drawing it against the roof of his mouth. “God. I’ve missed you today. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on you again.”

  She wove her fingers into his hair and tipped back her head to smile up at the ceiling of stars. It felt like they were shining straight onto her. Through her. “We have a lot of time to make up for.”

  “We do. But we have forever to catch up.”

  He stepped back long enough to shuck his shirt and jeans then joined her in the hot tub. It took him all of five seconds to pull her on his lap and another five to slip inside her. She gasped at the sudden shock of his intrusion before the brief sting dulled into pleasurable fullness. She gripped his shoulders and rose up experimentally, sinking down again with a moan that he echoed in her ear.

  “You feel perfect.” He bit her lobe. “Like you’re mine.”

  She’d never wanted anything more. “Yes,” she whispered, fearing her voice would crack if she tried to speak any louder. She toyed with his eyebrow ring, riveted by the sight of his gorgeous face transformed by the same passion that was blossoming inside her. “You’re mine too.”

  “I always have been.” He grabbed her hand and kissed the tips of her fingers, the center of her palm, the inside of her wrist. “You own me. So…”

  She rose up again and slid down, searching for the perfect angle to rub her piercing against him to generate more friction. She gasped as she found it, then swiveled her hips as she made the trip back up his erection. “So…” she repeated, licking the side of his neck. His skin tasted salty and he smelled like a different soap. This one held hints of cinnamon, like Red Hots. She brushed her nose along his jaw, inhaling greedily, desperate for all of his scents and flavors.

  “I was going to ask…what…you planned to…do with me, but I think I know. Ahh, fuck. That feels incredible.”

  “I can’t believe I’m here, doing this with you. That it’s you, and we’re— God.” She pressed her knees into his hips and rose up higher, letting her head fall back again as he sipped the water trailing off her nipples. His tongue swirled up over her breast, drawing erotic patterns, while he pumped inside her in long, deep strokes. He didn’t rush, just applied that same focused attention he used for practicing guitar on playing her body.

  “I can’t get enough of you.” He pulled her down and rubbed his thumb over her piercing, strumming her flesh as if he had lifetimes to make her come. He latched his mouth on her shoulder, nibbling his way across and up her neck. “Ah, baby, squeeze me, just like that. I want you all over me.”

  She rocked upward, losing herself in the heated bubbles frothing around her and the penetrating glides of his cock. His hands bracketed her spine, giving her the support to move, to drive them both wild as she dropped backward, trailing her hair through the water. She clamped down tight, her eyes closing from sheer bliss. She nearly bucked out of his hold when he adjusted his grip on her to tweak her swollen clit. Two flicks and she was squirming and panting, on the verge of an explosive orgasm.

  “God. I can’t come this fast.” She tried to shimmy away from his questing fingers. “You’ll break me before sunrise.”

  He chuckled at her evasive tactics and jostled her on his lap, lifting her and driving into her until she couldn’t hold back her moan. “That’s what I want. That sound, just like that.” He ran his tongue down her throat, sliding over her stampeding pulse. “I wanna hear you scream.”

  “But Nick—”

  She realized her mistake at the flash in his eyes. He knotted his hand in her hair and powered into her again, spreading his legs so that she dangled off him into the water. It rushed around her ears, as relentless as the pulsing in her core.

  “He doesn’t exist for us,” he murmured against her breasts, speaking just loudly enough for her to hear him. “This is only about you and me.” When she only whimpered, he brushed the edge of his thumb down to where they were joined, teasing her with a hint of contact. “And if he hears, then maybe he’ll know that you’re mine. I don’t share.”

  She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak under his renewed onslaught. All she could do was wrap her slippery fingers around his tensed forearm and hold on for dear life. She braced her feet on the wraparound bench he sat on, levering up to give him more room to thrust. The nerve endings he scraped on every stroke created a whirling need inside her that matched the pumping jets that surrounded them. She finally stopped trying to fight her orgasm, giving in on a long, shuddering moan.

  “So fucking sexy.” He scooped her up and turned her around, sitting her on his lap and thrusting upward into the tight clasp of her thighs. She was still quaking from her climax and having his length rubbing against her so intimately while not sliding inside made her aftershocks spin on and on. “Reach down and use me the way you need to so you can get yourself off again.”

  God, he made her tremble so hard just by talking. The dirty things he said, the urgent way he said them—she couldn’t have said no to anything he asked. Wouldn’t have wanted to. She dipped beneath the surface of the water and encircled his cock, jerking upward and earning his hiss. His expelled breath stirred the wet hair along her nape and she dropped her head forward, encouraging him to brush kisses over the back of her neck.

  Gripping him harder, she swept her thumb over the swollen tip of him and blew a stream of air that created a small current of bubbles over his length. He drove his hand in her hair again and pulled, bringing tears to her eyes. She blew again and his thighs bunched beneath her, the tension between them growing as she jerke
d him off with one hand and gave him an air-and-water blowjob with the other. With the slightest rock of her body, the heat emanating from the vee of her thighs enfolded him, tearing a sound that bordered on agony from his lips.

  “God, your cock makes me hot.” She arched like a cat, pulling him against her lower lips, swaying side to side so that her swollen flesh grazed his. “I want to suck it, ride it, feel it between my breasts.”

  She angled her body and dragged her taut nipple over the head of his dick. He groaned and used his hold on her hair to force her lower so she could slide her breast along his erection. He was so hard and thick that he throbbed in her hand. The leashed power she held made her whimper and rotate her hips, wishing she could have him inside her at the same time. Instead, she dragged the head over her clit, tantalizing them both.

  He growled and grabbed her hips, impaling her on him in one smooth move. “Jesus, fuck me. I have to be inside you. Goddammit, I want to stay inside your tight pussy, always.”

  His teeth latched on to her shoulder and she vised around him, helpless to stave off the shudders that came just from having his thickness inside her once again. It had only been a few minutes since the last time and that was already too long. She rode him without hesitation, bouncing on his lap so violently that he sank too deep too fast. The flash of pain vanished swiftly, chased by an intense ribbon of pleasure. She bent forward, inviting him to seize her hips and hammer into her the way she sensed he needed to.

  That was all it took to have him lifting off the bench to push her deeper into the water, forcing her up against the side of the hot tub. She gripped it in trembling fingers as he rammed into her from behind, his cock on the warpath on her still sensitive flesh. Crying out only seemed to spur him on more so she let every noise go, wanting him to hear what he was doing to her.

  Fucking her into oblivion, stroke by stroke.

  Her knees slammed into the wall and she lowered her forehead to the wet side of the Jacuzzi, savoring the unmistakable slap of skin on skin. Even the bubbling water couldn’t mask it. Or maybe it was that she knew what their mating must sound like. The way his balls were hitting her ass on every thrust, she could only imagine the picture they made. Rough, crazed, wild. He rubbed her back, his long fingers stimulating points under her skin. His sensuous massage only fueled the tension overtaking her limbs. She couldn’t climax again so soon.

  She couldn’t not.

  “You know you want to come on my cock. So close.” He leaned over her back, ruffling her hair with his warm breath as he started to pant out the lyrics to a song she’d never heard before. It shouldn’t have made her hotter. She wasn’t some groupie, and his normal tricks shouldn’t have affected her to such an extent.

  But between the siege of his cock and his raspy voice, the band of pressure inside her snapped. She wailed out her pleasure, her moans turning to screams as he battered into her without cease. His fingers fisted her hair and he growled in her ear, singing in a low, tormented voice that would remind her of relentless fucking for the rest of her life.

  Up against the wall

  Or on the floor

  I’ll take it anytime at all

  She pushed back against him, letting out a whimper at the realization he still hadn’t come. How could that even be possible? It felt like she had a stick of dynamite inside her, hard and unforgiving. Pulsing with every thrust. He pummeled her with his cock and branded her with his teeth on the side of her neck, tripping her into bliss one more time. And he still didn’t find his own release.

  When she managed to lift her head, she glanced over her shoulder, moaning again at the blur of his body pounding into hers. All those sleek muscles, flexing wetly. She tightened around him involuntarily and he groaned, throwing back his head. The cords in his neck stood out in sharp relief, highlighted by the colorful lights in the hot tub. His face contorted as he pumped into her frenetically, as if he was seeking something he couldn’t find. She squeezed him again and reached down between her legs, stroking him hard every time he re-entered her. Bearing down, she rocked her hips, trying to give him the friction he desperately seemed to need.

  Another orgasm built up inside her, the ripples in her core soon widening to encompass her whole body. She didn’t even have time to warn him. Then she was lost again, the pleasure so violent that she nearly blacked out. She pressed her cheek to the side of the hot tub and hauled air into her starved lungs, barely able to focus on the swimming canvas of stars above her head.

  Dear God. He truly intended to kill her.

  He continued fucking her, shoving her past enjoyment to the cusp of pain. At this rate, she wouldn’t be able to walk. Her legs were already quaking, and she couldn’t stop gasping. His dick swelled impossibly huge inside her, earning her whimpers as he reached around to rub her clit and her piercing with those wicked fingers. She quivered, beyond the capability to cry out. All she could do was shudder through another endless climax.

  By the time he picked her up and carried her inside, dripping water everywhere before he wrapped her in a thick, fluffy towel, she could barely lift her head. He placed her on the bed, covered her up with the sheet and slid in beside her, stroking her hair until she lifted her heavy lids and gave him a weak smile.

  “Hi there.” Her voice even sounded slurred.

  He’d literally fucked her into almost unconsciousness. She hadn’t believed that was an actual thing, but her limp arms and legs were more than willing to vouch for its existence.

  “Hi.” He brushed a kiss over the top of her arm. “Doing okay?”

  “Yeah. I had an out-of-body experience for a few minutes there, but I’m reasonably sure I’m still in one piece.”

  “Good. Because I’m not done with you.” He moved closer, nestling his length against her ass, and she realized with a start that he was still hard.

  How could that be possible?

  “What are—you didn’t—you’ve gotta be freaking kidding me.” She rolled on her back and stared up at the tensed planes of his face, tracing her fingers along his jaw. The faint tremor under his skin made her swallow hard and search again for her voice. “You didn’t come?”

  “Not yet.” He turned his head to kiss her fingertips, not reacting to the sound of distress she couldn’t stifle. “But the night’s young.”

  Questions formed on her lips, trembling there while she walked her fingers down his neck to his shoulder and lower to his chest. Under her palm, his heart stampeded like a runaway locomotive, so fast that she wondered how she didn’t see it pounding in his throat. Her gaze shot to his. “Did you smoke before I got here?”

  It didn’t make sense. He shouldn’t be revving this hard from weed, but there had to be some explanation. Even while he was lying beside her, his body vibrated with pent-up energy. She could practically feel the need pouring off him.

  And that wasn’t even referring to his cock, which had felt like a baseball bat against her backside. Her poor abused pussy gave up a weak throb in protest.

  “Nah.” He skimmed his hand over her breasts. His casualness felt forced. Almost practiced. “Maybe I should though. Take the edge off.”

  Before she could open her mouth, he shifted away to dig through the nightstand. He rolled a joint in record time and returned to the bed. Shutting his eyes, he leaned against the headboard and took a long drag. Then another and another while she watched him with her own heart racing way faster than it should have.

  Something was off, and she couldn’t place what. More than his unholy staying power, more than his sudden ease in smoking up in front of her. She tried to line up her thoughts, to find a way to broach a topic she didn’t want to touch with an eight-inch-still-freaking-hard cock. Even as he took hits off the joint, his erection curved against his stomach, so hard that she actually winced in sympathy.

  Then his sleepy gray eyes landed on her and he passed her the joint without saying a word.

  She started to object. Once was one thing. Maybe even more than once would be
okay if it only happened occasionally. Extremely occasionally. But two nights in a row? She swallowed the bitter flavor in her mouth and shook her head. “This isn’t a good idea—”

  “But I feel so good.” He pulled her against his side and gave her a heartbreaking smile, the kind she could use to keep her warm on cool nights. His soft lips brushed hers. “I want you to feel the way I do.” He kissed her chastely. All sweetness and heat. “Let’s share it.”

  Already she could feel some of the tension leaking out of his embrace. Her Gray was coming back to her. If that joint had somehow helped the transition, though she didn’t know why, she couldn’t fault it.

  She couldn’t say no.

  Closing her eyes, she took a couple of quick hits. Like magic, the unexplainable fear that had gripped her insides began to dissipate. He chuckled beside her and turned his face into her hair, sighing as she reached down to cup his cock.

  Guess she wasn’t so tired after all.

  She passed him back the joint and climbed on top of him, gripping the headboard behind his head. He leaned up to slip his mouth over her nipple, drawing it inside as she slid her wet flesh over his length. He groaned and palmed her hip, nudging against her with an insistence that echoed in his hungry gaze.

  All she wanted was him. This.

  Licking her lips, she inched downward, taking him in so slowly that he hissed out a breath. She flinched at the flash of pain and he set down the joint long enough to gently rub her clit, easing the sting.

  “I can make this better,” he said, his attention focused on what he was doing rather than on her face. “Just say the word.”

  She smiled and arched her back, moving into his strokes. Magic hands. They could heal her anytime she asked. “If you mean more of what you’re doing right now, then yes.”

  “No. Something else.” He shot her an unreadable look and reached for the joint, pinching off a quick hit. “A bit stronger than this. I wouldn’t ever do anything that didn’t make you feel good. I promise.”