Twisted Desire (The Twisted Series) (26 page)

He releases her hand, but only long enough to pull her flat
against him.  Then he takes back her hand and slides it in between them,
until she’s massaging both of them at once.  Even though it’s her fingers
touching him, the knowledge that it’s his guidance and pressure is a heady
cocktail.  She lets him control the pace.  He loves when she gives in
to him.

“Get naked,” he says.

And though Aliah nearly belts out laughing, she saves it
when she feels the swell of that monstrous thing against her.  She rolls
off the bed and, by the time she loses her clothes, she finds him lying there,
wearing nothing but a pair of super short fitted boxers that cling to a pair of
massive thighs.

As she drops her own panties, the last scrap of fabric from
her body, she notices that his boxers can’t even contain his length, the smooth
head peeking out the top of the black elastic band.  She swallows again,
her mouth feeling suddenly dry.

She has to taste him.

He smiles, and his eyes connect with hers, but when he pulls
down those underwear, she can’t remove her eyes from
it
.  It
springs free, launching itself from his body.

“Come and get it,” he says, the anticipation only growing
between them as they take in each other’s naked bodies.

She climbs onto the foot of the bed, crawls over him and
slides her hands over a rock hard body.  She traces the path of her hands
with her tongue, discovering every solid inch of his chest and torso. 
When her hand grabs onto his steely length, she shudders from the sheer size of
the thing.  She slowly strokes him from the head to the base, with a twist
of her hand.  Harley groans and licks at his bottom lip.

“You like that?” she asks, with a smile.

He doesn’t open his eyes, but he answers with a sinful
smile, patiently waiting for her to continue with the sensual assault. 
Aliah gladly continues and drags her tongue across his body, until her mouth is
only a few teasing inches from his cock.

She gives him a gentle twist again, as a pair of soft full
lips close around the head.  She slides her mouth down the length of him,
until he’s puncturing the back of her throat and groaning with pleasure. 
Then she draws her mouth back to the top.  Her lips makes a loud kissing
sound when she sucks on the end of it.  Every time she does, Harley
groans.

He clearly likes that.  And apparently the louder the
better.

“Do that again,” he begs.

His pleading only encourages her, as she takes him deep into
her mouth again.  This time, she finds his fingers lacing into her hair
and holding her where he likes it most.  Regaining control, she moves her mouth
up and down, switching between an airless suck and a lick of his shaft. 
She bobs her head up and down with his hand as her guide.  She brings him
close to the edge, but she knows he’s not ready to go there just yet.

Harley releases her hair as she repeatedly kisses his
body.  She crawls over top of him, sitting on a pair of strong, large
thighs.  He cups her breasts, and squeezes them, his eyes flickering with
a want so sexy she can barely contain her cheer.  Then he lifts his legs to
bump her higher, making his point with body language.

She smiles and rips open the small packet he hands to her,
then rolls the condom over his magnificent cock.  She wraps her small hand
around him and squeezes.  When she slowly pumps her hand up and down, his
hand comes down and stops her.

“Drop it,” he groans.  “I want you on there before I
blow my load.”

He keeps his fingers pinned at the base of his cock, waiting
for her to impale herself.  His other hand reaches out to find her wetness
and smoothes up and down a few times before spreading her open.  She lifts
herself onto her knees and nudges at where he wants to be.

“Do it,” he groans, as she eases onto his head.  He
urges her forward, but she doesn’t give in.

“More,” he begs, but she only eases him back out, toying
with both of their sanities.

With each penetration, she grants him deeper access, until
he is buried as deep as he can go.  She settles down on top of him and
slowly rolls her hips, gyrating against him and stimulating herself immensely
in the process.  He grips onto her hips, but allows her to continue to
control the speed, a slow, sensual assault that drives their arousal to new
heights.

The length of his cock becomes close to unbearable for her
to accept so deeply, causing Aliah to lean forward to catch her bearings. 
Even after she’s stopped the motion, Harley’s hardness continues to stoke the
fire.  She begins to move again, a longer stroke, but not much faster than
before.

“Aw, fuck,” he moans, telling her that he likes it.

She maintains the excruciating pace, as he senses her orgasm
mounting.  Her speed hastens as she strives to hit the right spot. 
She mounts higher and higher, until her shaking arms can’t hold her up any
longer.  She crashes on top of him prematurely, but he continues to spike
her, taking her to the verge of epiphany.

Her eyes are only partially open, so he nudges her cheek,
until she’s staring him right in the eye.  She’s ready to cry out, but he
can tell she doesn’t want her orgasm to send him over the edge until he’s ready
for it.  Unable to take any more of it, he flips her over and buries her
into the bed.  She grits her teeth together as his lips close in on
hers.  She turns her head, pulling her mouth away from his.  He
catches her cheek in his hand and holds it there, as he stops all motion from
his hips.

That gets her attention.

“No,” she screams, as he cuts off her climax.  She’s
feeling so confused, wanting him to take her there.

“Kiss me,” he demands, giving her a little pressure. 
But not quite enough.

“No,” she gasps, needing to feel him move inside her. 
She struggles beneath him for motion, but he doesn’t allow it.

“Kiss me,” he orders again.

Without giving her the option, he takes her mouth against
his, and knots a hand in her hair, just like the first time they’d ever kissed.

Her mouth softens against his, as he pumps inside her,
giving her the pleasure she has been working for.  As her muscles tighten
and spasm around him, he stabs her again and finds his own release.  She
has given him a kiss, but it is half hearted.  That clearly isn’t enough
for him.

Even after they both have finished, he holds her mouth
against his and spikes her with his warm tongue.  He kisses her.  He
makes love to her mouth.  But all he finds on the other end is cold, hard
lips.

He sighs, sounding defeated.  But he doesn’t give up
that easily.  “Kiss me, God damn it!  I just want to kiss you. 
Is that too much to ask?”

It is amazing how he invokes such passion and depth in his
tone.  Though whispered, Aliah feels like she has been struck by the baritone
sound.  She closes her eyes and allows herself to feel for what seems like
the first time since forever.

She lifts her lips, until they melt against his.  But
he doesn’t let her in.  She works her mouth over his, and tugs on his
lower lip until he smiles.  She needs him to know that she has feelings
for him; that it’s more than just the sex for her, no matter how scary that may
seem.

He suddenly regains his erection and he allows her to sweep
her tongue into his mouth, but now he is the hesitant one.  She doesn’t
stop kissing him and he finally joins in for a passionate kiss that threatens
her footing, as she elevates beyond cloud nine.

She kisses him for a long while, showing him how much she
feels for him, until his cock is throbbing and twitching for round two. 
When she finally pulls away from his mouth, he instantly pins her with a
breathtaking smile.

“You see?  That is called love.”  Then he pauses,
before stabbing back inside of her.  “This is called sex.”

He fucks her so hard and fast, that she is screaming out,
stuck somewhere between pleasure and pain.  He presses her ankles forward
until they’re resting beside her head, then he continues to pump into her at a
ravenous pace, skin slapping, mouths gaping, curses ringing through the
night.  When he is done, he rolls aside, flings the overused condom into
the wastebasket and passes out.

For a change, Aliah falls asleep smiling.

After scanning the perimeter of Aliah’s yard, Harley eases
up a little and takes a deep breath of early morning air.  The sun is warm
and the neighborhood is quiet.  There doesn’t appear to be anyone watching
them.

He has a beautiful woman inside, passed out from
contentment.  He forgets about the investigation for just a minute. 
Life can’t get much better than this.  Then he returns inside and is
reminded that the thieves have destroyed Aliah’s home.  He tidies the
living room as best he can and fills another trash bag with broken furniture
that is beyond repair.  He doesn’t want her to wake to such a mess and,
though he tries to be quiet, he makes a lot of noise.

Harley is shocked by what that woman can sleep
through.  Smiling, he makes his way back to the bedroom.  He removes
his jacket first, then slowly undoes his shirt, one button at a time. 
When he gets the last one free, his shirt flags open and Aliah’s mouth curls up
in a smile.

“You’re awake.”

She gapes at him through squinted eyes.  “I thought
you’d left.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

She’s afraid to answer that question.  She
doesn’t
want him to.  Ever.  That’s what scares her most.

It’s like he’s listening in on her innermost thoughts. 
"It’s okay to love.”

Why does he have to bring that up now?

She immediately replaces her smile with a frown. 
“Leave it alone.”

“It is, Aliah.  It doesn’t have to hurt.”

"Easy for you to say.  Your boyfriend didn't cheat
on you with another woman, and then choose her when she gave birth to their
love child."

Harley’s eyebrows pop up and stay up there.

"Oh, wait.  There's more,” she adds, as if he
isn’t already shell shocked by her sudden outburst.  “I work with the
witch, and guess what?  It's twins!"

"Wow."

That’s all he has to say?

"Tell me about it.  Could it have been any
worse?"

"Yes."

Aliah rolls her eyes.  "That was a rhetorical
question."

Harley’s face remains serious.  "It could have
been worse."  When he doesn’t elaborate, she considers whether she’s
prepared to hear his story.

"Tell me then."

When he sighs, she wonders whether he’s actually going to
tell her.  Then he gazes into her eyes.  "You could have been
the one with a loveless family.  Bear a child who doesn’t even know her
father’s name until she’s forced to move in with him after your lonely
death.  You lie on your death bed knowing the man doesn’t want her,
because he’d abandoned you when you needed him most and never looked back."

"Jeesh.  Yeah.  That is worse."

“That’s me, Aliah.  That’s what I’ve done to my
family.  It’s no wonder you don’t want me.”  He turns his head to the
floor and closes his eyes.  "You’re smart to guard your heart from
me.  I take what I want without looking back."

“You don’t mean that.”

Harley’s gaze scalds her, as the heat radiates from his skin
and glimmers in his eyes.  “I knocked up my girlfriend when I was
young.  She was a year younger than me.  Sixteen.”

“Oh.”

“Exactly.”  He sighs, but finds the strength to
continue.  “Her family disowned her when she decided to keep the
baby.  So did I.  We were both so young.  She was my first.”

“You knocked her up on your first try?”

Harley chuckles.  “You have confidence in my
skill.”  Then he outright laughs.  “No.  It wasn’t my first
try.”  He scrubs at his face and looks Aliah in the eye.  “But it was
just plain stupid of me.  It was an accidental pregnancy.  Neither of
us were ready to have a baby, but she shouldn’t have had to go through that
alone.  Unfortunately, I didn’t hang around to regret it.  Now I’ll
spend a lifetime making up for it.”

“You left her?”  Aliah chews on her lip
anxiously.  She wonders how he still feels about
her
.

“In the worst kind of way.  I was a coward.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I didn’t love
her
.”  Their gazes lock and a
breath catches in Aliah’s throat from the force of the meaning in that
look.  “Even after our daughter was born, I refused to see her.  I
left her all of my savings from working two part-time jobs and then I enlisted
in the army.”

“What happened to Hannah’s mother?”  Aliah just has to
know; the curiosity pecks away at her insides.

“While I was dicking around on the other side of the world,
she was over here fighting for her life.  After I served my time, I came
back to check up on her and to apologize, but I was too late.”