Twisted Desire (The Twisted Series)

by Christa Simpson

  She feels so good on him.

  As the rumble of his motor soothes his nerves, he only wishes it could last. With a few small unnecessary directions to her house, he lifts his feet and they speed off. Neither of them say a word on the ride to her place.

  Aliah’s garage door opens as they pull up to her house. Harley turns his motorcycle off and, after taking his helmet from her hands, he rests it protectively on the seat.

  “Nice place.”

  “Thanks. It’s a little on the small side, but it meets all my needs. My dad bought me it,” she admits, internally scolding herself for babbling to her two-night sex toy.

  “Your family sounds very giving.”

  “My dad? Yes.” She smiles, feeling it necessary to explain it to him. “My mom’s a heartless bitch.”

  “Oh. So, that’s where you get it from.” He wears a pained look as he follows her into the house. He’d learned his lesson. He really had. But it is too easy to play the sarcastic asshole all the time, and he’s been playing the part for so long that he’s not even sure he can turn it off anymore.

  She scowls at him over her shoulder. “She wouldn’t give me a dime if my life depended on it. I may be a bitch, but I’m not that cruel.”

  Aliah reaches into the garage and presses a button, then waits for the garage door to seal shut.

  “I was only teasing you.”

  She grabs Harley by the elbow and pulls him inside, closing the door behind them. “You’re lucky I haven’t been laid in a while, or that comment would have sent you packing.” She makes to walk away.

  He grabs her wrist and pulls her back to him. Then he whirls her around until she’s pressed against the door to the garage and her arm is pinned just above her head. She closes her eyes to hide from his stare. He wants her to look at him.

  “Hey. I didn’t mean it.” His breath washes over her.

  He leans down to kiss her, and though his eyes are closed, he can feel the moment right before their lips meet, when she turns her head away to dodge his mouth.

  “No kissing.”

  He presses his lips against her neck and retreats after a lingering caress of his tongue. He waits until their eyes connect and pauses for her to explain. He’d already kissed her, multiple times. Why the sudden change of heart? Was it something he’d said?

  Aliah gives him a pointed glare. “Don’t ask questions. That’s the deal. You want the sex? Fuck me till your heart’s content. But there will be no more kissing on the mouth.”

  It seems like a really odd request, but he doesn’t have a problem with that. When he is done with her, she’ll be kissing the ground he walks on, begging for him to touch his lips to that sassy mouth.

  He tilts her head up to make her look him in the eye, regaining the intimate connection that had been broken. “That’s it? Or do you have other exclusions I need to know about?”

  His question heats her to the core. Just the thought of him doing things to her has her body vibrating.

  “That’s it.”

  He nods. “I’m glad.” A flash of heat flickers in his light hazel eyes and the warmth seems to stay in the color. “We should probably get this out of the way now. I’ve been tested.”

  “I already told you. I haven’t had sex in a while, okay? I’m not the whore bartender you might think I am.”

  “That’s good to know, since I don’t make love to whores.” He wants so badly to kiss those feisty lips. Then he catches her eyes grow wide at his choice of words.

  Most women swoon for a man who uses the word love, but not this woman. Nope, the second she hears the damn word, she looks like a deer in headlights. Then she pulls out that trucker mouth.

  “But I’m sure you fuck them as you please.” She tries to put up a stony front, but he can already read her weaknesses.

  “You want me to fuck you? Is that it?” Just saying it out loud turns him on.

  “Yes,” she pleads, not even slightly afraid to ask for what she wants. Her voice is breathless and her chest heaves with every raspy breath.

  She needs this too.

  Harley presses his lower body against her, pinning her to the door, so she can’t escape from him. He loses his jacket and drops it to the floor, not much caring for his expensive leather in comparison to the pleasure he’s about to receive from tasting this woman.

  When he removes his shirt, he looks into her eyes and growls. “Your turn.”

  Aliah’s expression is incredulous. “You expect me to undress myself? Most men would have had me naked by now.”

  “You say you’re not a whore…”

  “I mean, most men would strip a willing woman with his teeth if that’s what he had to do to get her naked.”

  Harley squeezes his eyes shut, forcing away the delightful image that slams into his head. “I like to take my time.”

  He sees Aliah swallow. She’s intrigued. Has a man never taken his time with her? He leans in to kiss her, then immediately catches himself before she can turn away and throw him out. He’s straining against his pants, and her softness only compliments him. He wants to sink right into her, but he wants to do it his way.

  Harley can see the way her chest rises and falls, as she waits to see what he’s going to do next. Aliah acts like she’s a take-charge kind of girl, but he knows better. She wants to be taken.

  “Why won’t you just fuck me already?”

  Oh, he plans to. But not until he is good and ready.

  He skims his hands over her heated flesh, tickling her sides with the gentleness of his touch. He flexes against her, demonstrating how much the anticipation intrigues him too. Then he finally lifts her shirt over her body, but leaves it covering her head.

  While he kisses her neck, she doesn’t even complain. He lets his tongue have a taste of her skin, as his hands warm to her slim core. When he cups a covered breast, she gasps for a breath and suddenly notices the misplaced shirt.

  “What the fuck!” She is not impressed.

  Why does he need her face, if she isn’t going to let him kiss it?

  He helps her fumble with her shirt, until it lands on the floor next to his jacket. His smiling lips find her neck, but she shoves him backward. Not giving up, not even a little bit, he kisses her neck again. He feels when she softens beneath him, but he’s not going to let her forget.

  He grasps onto her chin and turns her head away, as he sucks her skin into his mouth, giving her pleasure bites from her jaw to her ear. She’s clearly pleased with his tongue, now that he’s shut his mouth. But she still struggles to fight him off, knowing exactly what he’s doing with his tight grip on her chin.

  She pries his fingers off her face. “What’s your problem?” Even while sassing at him she arches her back and presses into him, to get the full effect of his hard on.

  Harley’s only response is a smile. He kisses his way across her chest and presses a warm tongue into the hollow of her neck. His lips skim up to the sensitive spot behind her ear, and trace her jaw downward, coming much too close to her mouth.

  He knows she wants to stop him. He can feel the tension coming off her in waves. But he revels in the fact that it feels too good for her to actually spit out the words to make him stop. His lips close around her chin and she opens her mouth, to get more air into her starved lungs. Then he kisses the corner of her mouth, and she almost gives in.

  But not quite.

  She takes his face in her hand and squeezes, searing him with a glare. Then she reaches between them and grabs him by the balls. He grunts; but not unpleasantly.

  “You have some big balls, doing that after I told you not to.”

  He smiles, loving the way she chews at her lips as she stares at his.

  She tightens her grip, finding her resolve. “Do it again, and this thing we have going on right here - it’s over. Understand?”

  He ignores her and licks at the crotch of her hand; the one that is trying really hard to chastise him.

  She grabs onto his long, extended tong
ue with two fingers. “You have no idea how badly I want this tongue inside of me. But you’ve disobeyed my one and only rule. Now nod your head like a good boy and tell me that you won’t do it again.”

  Her actions stump him. Has he read her all wrong? He thought she liked it when he controlled her. But then she pulls out a sexy-ass move like that. Maybe it could be fun if he let her call the shots. Just maybe.

  She lets go of his tongue. His silence isn’t a sign of any disagreement on his part, but the look on her face in response to his unsmiling expression is priceless.

  “Well?” she urges him.

  She still wants it. And he wants to give it to her. But he refuses to nod like a good boy.

  “I won’t kiss you,” he agrees. “But know that it’s not because I don’t want to.”

  Her tongue darts out to moisten her ruby lips, and they’re just begging for him to kiss them. He can’t even tear his eyes away. Why won’t she just admit it? Their chemistry is mystical; dangerously so. It has him acting out of character. He’s acting like a total pussy.

  That’s about to change.

  “You want me to fuck you?” Though he means for it to be hypothetical, she responds to him with parted, passionate lips.

  “Yes,” she moans, as she strokes him through his pants.

  He pulls away to keep the power out of her hands, and it takes all that he has to do it. Energy flows from his fingertips, as they whisper over the dainty lace trimming the top of her black bra. “How much do you love this bra?”

  “What?” she whimpers, too caught up in the moment to realize what he’s asking.

  He tightens his grip on the cups and shreds her bra in half, with one swift rip. She moans loudly, as her breasts bounce free, as if it has turned her on so greatly that she nearly climaxes on the spot. He instantly replaces the lingerie with his hands, lifting and squeezing her like a stress ball.

  With her breasts pressed together, he can’t help but bury his face in them, to kiss and lick the hollow between those two delicious mounds. Aliah wraps one of her short, little legs around his hip and digs her heel into the small of his back to move herself against him.

  After paying sufficient attention to each milky breast, giving careful consideration to her fully aroused nipples, he grabs onto her foot, unwinds it from his hip and lowers it to the floor. Then he unbuttons her skirt, pries it open and slowly eases it over her hips, one at a time, licking his lips as he anticipates how pleasant this is going to be for him. He sees her tattoo, up close and personal.

  His fingers disappear beneath the fabric and smooth over her thighs as he lowers her skirt and panties to her ankles at once, exposing more black flames. He’s careful not to snag what’s left of her lacy lingerie, as he pulls it past her heels, until he’s left her standing there before him wearing nothing but those fuck-me-now shoes and a sassy smile.

  He picks up one of her heels and presses a kiss to the swell of her foot. Harley was never one to obsess over a woman’s shoe, but seeing Aliah like this puts a whole new spin on things. He looks up at her, but finds it difficult to look past her perfectly trimmed pussy.

  Forgetting to restrain her arms while he divested her of her clothes was his first mistake. She reaches down to hurry him along and help him with his shirt. Not taking any of her cues, he continues with his slow provocation. His rough hands whisper over every inch of her exposed flesh, focusing on those healthy thighs. He just wants to dig right into her, as he squeezes a supple ass cheek and presses a kiss just below her belly button.

  When she shivers, Harley decides it’s time to make good on one of her expectations. Their eyes connect briefly.

  “Are you ready for this?” he growls, so excited himself he can barely wait to have a taste.

  She swallows and nods, intrigue flaring in her eyes as he swiftly lifts each of her legs over his shirtless shoulders and regains his stance. He presses her into the door and seals his mouth onto her precious pink pussy. Her body shudders the second his tongue brushes across her.

  He smiles, satisfied that she’s enjoying herself. With a lick of his tongue, up and down, he splits her in two and has a taste, growing more and more hungry to please her with every pleasant whimper she voices.

  Harley’s mouth moves against her soft lips, as his tongue languidly swipes and stabs inside her to get a better taste. She arches her back, but again he presses against her to flatten her to the door. Aliah’s fingers claw into his hair and dig in, to hold herself onto something stable, as he continues to lick and tease her.

  With his arms flattened against the door on either side of her, he curls his tongue a little lower, using the come hither motion, eliciting the most appealing moan from her lips. He does it again and again, learning quickly how she likes it most, until she’s wound so tight around his neck he knows she’s about ready to explode.

  So is he.

  His cock throbs against his pants, begging for him to stop and sink himself into that sweet, sweet pussy. He needs her to cum as badly as she wants to. Harley glances up at her and finds her eyes squeezed closed, her chest heaving and her middle firm and flat. When he wiggles his tongue, her ruby lips part and a gasp escapes from her mouth.

  He knows she’s close and he’s ready to take her there, knowing just what to do to get the job done. He slips his hands between her and the door and grips onto her luscious ass cheeks, holding her firmly against his soft, wet mouth.

  She pants and gasps for air, but he wants more of a vocal reaction from her. He starts to move her lower body in sync with his mouth, so she can feel the slow rhythm of his tongue entering and exiting her body, as her pussy fucks his tongue. He loves the way her insides tighten around him, her thighs squeezing against his ears. Then, when he knows she is only seconds from orgasm, he slips a long finger in there and licks her with a firm tongue.

  Aliah is not afraid to express herself. She screams, as she comes apart, and it’s the most erotic thing Harley’s ever witnessed. He nearly loses it himself, the only thing saving him being the sound of a knock at the unlocked door. He isn’t even done with her, as she remains tightly coiled around his face.

  He greedily drinks up his prize and she ignores the visitor. She can’t seem to descend to reality, while propped up on his shoulders, sitting on his mouth. Shit. Neither can he. But the visitor is relentless, and starts pounding on the door.

  When Harley breaks his mouth away from her, Aliah shouts, “No,” not wanting him to stop. She doesn’t want it to be over and neither does he. He continues to suck on her, until her body stops shuddering. He kisses across her stomach, before licking his moist lips and lowering her trembling legs to the floor.

  She stands on wobbly limbs and quickly collects her scattered clothes from the floor. After pulling on those see-through panties, she crouches to hide in the corner. He grabs her around the waist and hugs her mostly naked body so it’s pressed up against him. She gasps for air, a big smile on her face.

  “They’ll see you!” Her voice is but a harsh whisper.

  The pounding ensues, after a barrage of rings from the doorbell. “I know you’re in there. I can hear you breathing!” a man hollers.

  They’re both smiling like school children and she’s on the brink of a giggle attack. They’re flattened against the wall, just barely out of sight of the partially glazed side-light next to her door.

  They can hear the beginnings of a conversation right through the door, which suggests that Aliah’s earlier ramblings were vividly clear to their visitors.

  “I’m worried,” the man says, knowing Aliah’s on the other side of that door.

  Harley glances down at her for some indication of who it might be. He doesn’t even have to ask.

  “It’s Mitchell,” Aliah mouths, clearing up any guess work.

  Harley nods and smiles, a sardonic smile. He wants nothing more than to chew on those kissable lips. He could care less who is on the other side of that door. He has a relentless lover, who’s happy to accept what h
e has to offer her. Everything except for kisses, that is. On the mouth. He’s plenty happy to kiss the rest of that body, knowing before long she’ll be longing for the touch of his lips on hers.

  Right now though, with her naked little body wrapped up against him, her lips have slipped to the back of his primitive mind. His fingers drift up the curve of her hip and smooth over the soft flesh next to a pair of perfect tits. He’s so very tempted to lay her out on that ceramic floor and pummel into her with fast flicks of his pelvis until they’re both swept up in a mindless release.

  Then a woman adds her two cents to the conversation happening on the other side of the door, and it tears him from his daydreams in an instant.

  “She obviously doesn’t want to talk to you. She would come to the door if she did. Get the hint, Mitchell.” Her voice is snappy. She isn’t happy to be there.

  Mitchell puts his fist to the door one last time. “Come on, Ally. I know you’re in there. Open up.”

  “Enough!” Brandee shouts. “Leave them alone.”

  Them? Shit. Brandee knows Aliah has company. How could she know that? He doesn’t know Brandee Hawkins very well, but anyone with such an unhealthy paranoia is guaranteed to lead into a bad situation. Does she know it’s him there with Aliah?

  That woman is nuts. Harley hopes Mitchell takes the nut bag’s advice and gets her out of there. He’s worried that Brandee’s fixation on Cavanagh’s sex life has already become more of a fixation on Aliah.

  “Let’s go!” Brandee shouts, and it sounds like they’re finally leaving.

  Forgetting about that, and living in the moment, Harley lifts Aliah’s mostly-naked body into his arms and carries her up the stairs, plunging them deeper into the darkness of her unlit house.

  “Where am I going?” he asks her.

  She slaps at him. “Put me down.”

  “I’m not putting you down. So why don’t you point the way?”

  Aliah kicks and squirms, but soon realizes that she isn’t going to break free from his grip of death. She points a finger and he takes a direct route to her room, lit only by the sliver of moon beaming through her windows. He brings her to the bedroom and lowers her body, until she’s slumped at the foot of her bed. Aliah just stares up at him, not quite sure what’s going to happen between them.