Neither This Nor That Box Set 1

by MariaLisa deMora

  The simplest graze of his upper lip against her clit was enough to send a full-body quake through her. When he followed that with a flick of his tongue, diving underneath the hooded beauty, dragging up and over the hardened nub, her slick wet flooded his mouth. Palms to her thighs, he curved one hand underneath her ass, lifting her to his mouth so he could latch onto her clit, mouthing and tonguing it gently, taking everything she fed him, rewarded with a soft and breathless, “Aaahhh, Bell.”

  Pursing his lips, he sucked her, focusing with his mouth and tongue. The blood pulsing through her pussy scorched as he teased her entrance. One barely-there fingertip, slipped up and down, circling the opening, circuit after patient circuit—mouth to her clit, sucking and tonguing over and over. His name gained syllables as she wailed, “Bell!” when he pushed that single finger inside. Halfway only, in and out, patiently thrusting in time with his mouth on her, feeling the tight walls of her pussy clamping down on him. Fucking tight. Staring up her body, he watched her ribcage rise and fall at breakneck speed. Her back bent, arching, and she called his name again, and again. Ripples of her orgasm were beautifully visible on her skin and seductively felt on his fingers and tongue.

  Her face had gone from taut and strained to soft, lips parted, and relaxed. Two, he thought, moving both hands to cover her belly, slipping up to tease the slowly softening nipples into peaks again. Her skin flawless, a virgin canvas touched only with God’s brush where freckles dusted her breasts and nose, thicker across her cheeks. Dark lashes dipped and touched those flushed apples. In contrast, his inked arms and hands looked dark and erotic as they moved across her. Spanning her ribs, fingertips finding purchase in the dips between, counting idly as he pushed up to cup her breasts again.

  Still air in the truck cab carried enough moisture to the windows to have set up a thick fog. Condensation from their sweaty bodies filled the glass and shone a spotlight on her truck as dramatically as if the suspension was singing like he hoped it would be in a few minutes. He was hard enough to pound nails, blood surging thick through his cock, rigid with need. Dipping his head, Twisted lingered, lapping at her one last time before pushing to his knees and shimmying his jeans over his ass. Cock in hand, he stroked himself, root to tip and back again, once. Just once, and with the feast laid out before him, it was enough to nearly bring him to the edge. Makeshift cockring of thumb and finger beat it back enough for him to unclench his jaw to say, “Hand me a condom, Penny. Time for me to play.”

  Eyes jerked wide open, and she stared up at him, his intent because he wanted her full participation. The writhing and shuddering she’d done as he ate her inflamed his imagination of how she would be under him. On top of him. In front of him. Plunging up, down, back…chasing his cock like he’d chased her pussy a minute ago. Her gaze dropped to his cock and he flexed, tightening, feeling the crown mushroom out, knowing without looking it was red edging to purple, the crest defined. Throbbing.

  “I have to move my hands,” she told him, and he smiled, supporting himself up on one arm, suspended over her. Reaching between them, he trailed his palm up over her pussy, circling her clit with two fingers slow, then fast, then slow again.

  “Move your hands, baby,” he told her, engrossed in the way her lips parted when he hit the fast speed. She gasped, then bit down on her lips and then gasped again. Every reaction controlled by his hand on her. Leaning in, Twisted kissed her softly, letting the flavor lingering on his mustache and beard from his intimate exploration of her invade this soft caress of lips on lips.

  “Ohhh.” She breathed in, and he smiled against her mouth, fingers circling slowly, and then rapidly. Movement followed by a crinkle, and then her hand was between them. He took the package, angled down and kissed her again, hard. Sucking her tongue into his mouth before tangling his own with it, pushing back into her mouth, thrusting. Timing his movements, Twisted played careful pursuit of her arousal. Fingers circled fast, gliding across her clit while at the same time trailing slowly against her tongue with his. Changing speeds, his fingers circled slowly, diversion for a hard kiss, head slanting, biting at her bottom lip. A contest to see her finish, fingers circling fast, a brisk thrumming side-to-side, earning her crying gasp into his mouth as she came again, worked to the edge and over with generous kisses and attentive play. Three.

  Ass to heels, the fabric of his jeans cut into his thighs as he rolled the condom down. He frowned when he realized it was the kind he used for blow jobs. No matter, she made enough lube for two fucks with only the first orgasm. Her panties were wet and soaked before he removed them, darkened copper center giving everything away to attentive eyes. Fingers to her pussy, he spread her lips and pressed the tip of his cock inside. Knees wide, he arranged her before him, the fire-red patch just above his target leading him forward.

  Supported on his elbows, he glided over her, and slipped both hands under the pillow. Finding her hands, he laced their fingers together. She clutched him with desperate strength, and he wondered again, Is she? Slow push, two inches in, one inch back, slow and steady. Push until her fingers gripped him hard enough to bruise, then pull back slowly, fucking those few inches he had inside her. “Spread your legs wider, darlin’,” he murmured, and the stranglehold her thighs had on his hips lessened. “Bring your knees up.” This instruction was less enthusiastically followed, but he felt the softness of her calves along his flanks, and the angle changed, “Oh, yeah, baby.”

  “Ohhh.” He watched the sound leave her mouth, lips pursed in a sweet circle he would fucking love to have wrapped around his cock before the night was over. Tight as her pussy was, he would be ecstatic to stay right where he was, though. I told her she didn’t have to do anything, he reminded himself, flexing his fingers around hers. In a near echo of his thoughts, she asked, “What do you want me to do?”

  “Darlin’, you don’t have to do anything.” Pushing steadily, feeling her parting before him, hot, soft, tight, sweet pussy, his for the taking. “All night,” he promised again, pulling back slowly, the drag against his cock excruciating in its beauty. “No rush, no hurry. You just do what feels right, baby.” Surging farther in, his hips sashayed side-to-side, rocking slowly. Her bottom lip disappeared into her mouth, and he watched as her teeth dented the skin, biting firmly. “Am I hurting you, Penny?” Ass and back tensing, ready to pull out entirely if she indicated discomfort. Un-fuckin-like me. He dropped that thought like a hot potato when her back arched, torso pushing up against him with a moan. Her shoulders rounded, lifting, head tilting to brush her lips against his, feverish in her wordless need. He gave her what she wanted, kissing her hard, pressing her hands into the mattress as, rocking side to side, he thrust slowly until he was firmly seated inside her as deep as possible.

  Her fingers twisted, frantic in their need to get away, get close, get into him, get away from him. He held on. Held on and lifted up to watch as she called his name and he felt that fucking flutter and ripple that he’d experienced at such a distance earlier. All around him, fluttering, clenching, tight and hot. Neck curving, back bowing, she twisted underneath him, shoulders and ass pushing into the mattress as she came just from his cock being inside her, nothing else. Mind. Blown. Fuck, she’s hot. He watched her titties strain, begging for a caress of their own. Mouth to one, then the other, he offered tribute to her beauty with sucking kisses, maroon blossoms dotted in their wake. The edge of his teeth provided a different sensation, one she liked if the noises coming from her throat were any indication. Four. This thought giving him a deep satisfaction.

  “Gonna fuck you now, baby. Keep yourself spread for me. Hands in position, don’t let them roam.” Reluctantly releasing his hold, knuckles catching on hers as he unthreaded their fingers, he shifted to one arm in the bed, the other hand trailing up her chest to her neck. Cupping and tugging, he tilted her head, and then leaned down, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth. Thumb caressing the apple of her cheek, then trailing down, his hand closed gently around the column of her throat, heartbe
at underneath his palm. Teeth gripping her lip, he muttered, “Stay spread.” Heat and pressure from her legs disappeared, and he clenched his ass, grinding into her, feeling the last of her orgasm leaving her, drawing a final gasp as he jerked inside her, head of his cock bumping and rubbing deep.

  Hips flexing, he pulled halfway out, carefully and slowly thrusting in, testing the waters to ensure she was stretched enough to take him without pain. Out—drag of her pussy torture, losing the heat of her skin against his balls—in, back to heaven, hot and soft, willing, sweet. Out faster, frame underneath him shuddering, her hips pumping up—in, quick and hard, bottom and grind, then—out.

  Mouth to her neck, he felt her rapid breaths gusting past his ear, transitioning into a little moan when he pumped into her, deep and ringing while giving her his teeth in the muscle where her neck joined her shoulder. It fit his mouth like made for him. Twisted laid a series of soft kisses interrupted by tight grips with his teeth, each different effort bringing a new reaction from her.

  “Sweet pussy, Penny. Shiny Penny,” he whispered to her, lips ghosting across her skin. “Sweet Penny.” Hips and back working ceaselessly now, he thrust into her steadily, each stroke exquisite and glorious. Wet, she was so wet, their play having every good return he could hope for. This was a messy fuck, and those were the ones he loved the most. Messy is good, so good. But having tight, hot, and sweet…better. So much better. Never had it like this before. Where the pussy wasn’t afraid of him. Wasn’t afraid of pleasure, taking everything he had to give, and giving him back…this.

  Coiled need settled on his spine, shivering its way up his back and wrapping threads of desire everywhere along its path. Muscles jerking and flexing independent of his intentional motions, his sac drew up, contracting and pulling close to his body. His cock was so thick, the lips of her pussy pulled and tugged with each stroke, inner walls holding him close. “Beautiful Penny.”

  It struck him she was quiet, and he shifted minutely so he could see her face, pushing one knee down in the bed, approaching her pussy from a slanting angle, finding exquisite there, too. Perfect. Mouth open, she lay trusting and lovely in his hands, throat working with each gasped breath. A rare beauty in his world, flawless the only word he could think. With her head moving side-to-side on the pillow, a fall of hair draped across her brow with the piercing while curls and strands stuck to sweat covering her cheeks.

  Hard, deep, fast. The mattress squeaked under him, and the truck rocked side-to-side with the movement, her hips rising up to meet each downward thrust. “Fuck,” he said, the tingle hitting hard when her bottom lip disappeared into her mouth again, the sight of her teeth biting into the ruby flesh too much. Powering through, he thrust hard, grunting and feeling the heat hit the head of his cock, surrounding him. Deep, deep, deep. Fuck. Holding his breath, he grunted and then stayed planted, mouth to her throat. Fuck. Pussy like this can’t be bought. Struck by the epiphany, he took the thought to conclusion. Can’t be taken. “Gave yourself to me,” he said, lips to her shoulder, head pressed into the pillow beside hers, the lumps of her hands moving underneath. Has to be given, presented, offered. “Gave me something so sweet, man would break his back to keep that.”

  Breathing hard, sweat slicking his skin, he slipped across her belly, staying root-deep. Burying his face into her shoulder, he licked and sucked his way up her neck. Mouth to her jaw, Twisted nibbled up, pulling her earlobe into his mouth, surprised at the unmarked skin there. Pierced brow, virgin ears, no ink that he’d seen. Not a virgin between her legs, but damned close. He’d bet every dollar in his pockets she’d only been breached once, maybe twice before. Sensitive and so fucking responsive, the things I could do to this woman.

  Lips to her ear, he whispered what he knew, words spoken soft as the wing sweep of a butterfly, “I ain’t your first, but I’m your best.” She moved under him, arms straining with the need to push him away, but still obediently folded out of the way. “Ain’t nobody ever ate that pussy before. Gave me something sweet. So fucking sweet. Something that sweet. Now I know what I negotiated for, I will be using the whole night, darlin’. I got plans on what I’d like to do with you.” He felt his softening cock beginning to slide out and reached down, anchoring the edges of the condom against his shaft as he pulled out slowly. “Need a tissue, Penny. And a wipe or towel, darlin’. Let me see to you. Tonight is all about you.”

  Panting breaths had dried her mouth; he heard her lips part just before she whispered, “Tissues up by my seat. Wipes in the drawer to my right.” He sucked on the skin just behind her ear, taking all her air along with a few stolen nips. She cleared her throat, then softly said, “Shower stuff, with a towel, in the built-in on the other end of the bunk.” Organized, like he already knew. Everything in place, so she could put her hand to it in need. “Bell?” Calling his name like he wasn’t still on top of her, like they weren’t slick with sweat and lying close. She called his name as if she were across a room, untouchable, out of reach.

  “Yeah?” he answered, bringing his mouth down her throat, lips moving in tandem with his tongue. “Whasup, Penny?” Next her chest, kisses on every inch traversed along his way to her breast. Titty in his mouth on a deep draw, he sucked hard, flicking the tender, sensitive nip with his tongue. A gasp escaped over the top of his head, then her fingers threaded through his sweat-clumped hair near his scalp. A sweep of her hand cleared the long hair from one side of his face, and he tipped his chin, dragging his beard across her breast, angling his head to look into her face.

  “Thank you.” Her words didn’t make sense. Then he took a punch in the chest when she said, “Promise I’ll make it worth your while.” Fuck. Prostitute. Right. Not a supremely sweet connection like he experienced. She assumed his actions the work of countless practice sessions. His thoughts must have been evident on his face because she frowned, tipping her chin to the side like she’d done before and then whispered, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what…” Rattling a breath in, shards of pain like broken china laced in her voice. “…I’m sorry.”

  Recovery might be possible if he were honest with her. Not happenin’. He rejected the idea. Modified truth, maybe? “This wasn’t about that, darlin’. This is just me, with you. Tonight, I want to be just me.” That was a truth that cut close to the bone because, in every second spent outside this truck, he wasn’t himself. He was Twisted, president of the Incoherent MC, a man who had killed and cheated every step of his way to the top. Twisted wouldn’t be lying here, holding a used condom to his cock, worried about the emotions of the woman underneath him. Twisted would be flipping her over, hand over her mouth as he fucked hard, takin’ her ass because she wouldn’t have been sweet enough to get him off. Not the kind of cunts he fucked. Bell was a memory. George Bell someone he knew in a past life, memories flowing through dreams at night.

  But tonight, he could be Bell, could be what might have been if Twisted weren’t birthed years ago by circumstance and events beyond his control. “Just Bell and Penny, exploring the boundaries of what we like together.” Dipping his chin, he tugged at her nipple with his lips, kissing the curve of her breast and across to the other one. Lips to her skin, he murmured, “Can you let me just be?” Teeth to the clasp, he released the bra still confining her torso.

  “Yes.” This response rang clear in the cab, the swell of her ribcage expanding out with her breath. “Yes, of course.”

  “Then, let me thank you, Penny dear.” Moving down her body, he folded, rising on his knees, sweeping her frame with his gaze. “You’ve provided me with a priceless opportunity I will not squander away. Turned me into a pinchfist, and me holding onto these minutes with miser’s fingers.” Winking at her, he grinned, deliberately lightening the mood by drawing the two words out long, “Aaaallll niiiight.” Her laughter was a sweet reward, too.

  Five minutes later he was stretched out beside her, having shed his jeans along the way. She had flipped a sheet over their hips, in modesty or out of habit he couldn’t say, but h
e liked her cuddled into his side like she was. Head to his shoulder, her touch grazed around his nipples, dragging her fingertips through his chest hair, down his belly and back up, repeating the journey tirelessly.

  For his part, he had one hand pushed under the sheet, fingers tracing interlocking rings on her hip in an endless loop of tenderness. His other was thrust under the pillow in mimicry of her earlier pose. Glancing down, Twisted let his eyes dance across her exposed breasts, liking how they pressed against his side. “Tell me about Penny,” he said, finding a curiosity inside him about her, an interest nearly as broad and profound as his appetite for her. Even having just taken her, just fucked her until he came, and came hard, he wanted to be back inside her. Reliving of his fantasies from earlier had him dancing along the edges of rational reasoning. Two more condoms.

  He’d had her under him now, every bit as beautiful as he imagined. Loving slow and sweet like that had been unique in his experience, and he found himself hungry for more of that feeling. That fitting together, the sense of giving something of yourself even while your partner gave you everything. “Tell me how you came to drive a truck.”

  She tipped her face to his chest, kissing his skin softly, hot lips with a sweet dip of her tongue. “My uncle drove. Had a regular route, LA to Boston and back again. Produce up east, seafood headed west. Needed a relief driver the summer I turned nineteen. He threw me up into the truck and taught me everything I know.” Her hand lifted, gesturing to the cab surrounding them. “He didn’t have any kids of his own. This was his truck. Now…mine.”