by K, S
TWISTED OBSESSIONS
by SK
Twisted Obsessions is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Twisted Obsessions, Copyright 2011. All rights reserved.
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Chapter 1
“What are you smiling at, baby?”
Marcus walked over to Aleesha with a bottle of wine and refilled her glass. After giving her a long, lingering kiss, he sat down in the chair next to her.
The two of them were sitting in Marcus’ spacious backyard. Aleesha was enjoying the beautiful night and couldn't help but admire the way the pool glimmered from the reflection of the moon. The burnt-orange and reddish glow resembled a fiery, illusory mirage. She was discovering that the desert sunsets in Las Vegas were some of the prettiest she’d ever seen.
“Just thinking about Jerra and how in a few short weeks she’s going to be a mommy.” As Aleesha sipped a glass of wine, her thoughts drifted back to how much she’d enjoyed herself this last week; she wasn't looking forward to going home tomorrow. She and her best friend, Keisha, had flown down to spend time with Jerra who was in her final month of pregnancy. Aleesha smiled and shook her head. She still couldn’t believe the former self-proclaimed Ms. Cynic herself was the first one to get married and now expecting a baby.
Aleesha glanced over at Marcus and smiled. “Even after seeing her ready to pop, it’s still hard to believe.”
Marcus laughed. “You can hardly believe it? My boy, who used to be the biggest playa out there, is actually a happily married man and getting ready to become a father. That’s unbelievable.”
They looked at each other, grinning as they thought about their best friends, two of the unlikeliest people to ever get married, finding love together. Marcus’ expression became pensive as he leaned back and stared at Aleesha.
He was going to miss her when she left tomorrow. He’d gotten used to her being here every day, and although he hadn’t been able to spend as much time with her as he’d hoped, that was probably a good thing because he probably would’ve been guilty of monopolizing her every waking moment. At least this way, she’d been able to visit with Jerra every day.
“What’s wrong?” Aleesha arched her brow when he suddenly became quiet.
Marcus leaned back in his chair and let his eyes roam over her face. She was such a sexy woman. Her pecan-colored complexion was smooth and incredibly soft to the touch, and her hair was cut in a short, trendy style that framed her face and brought attention to her large, almond shaped eyes. The way they titled up at the corners gave her a slightly mysterious, exotic look that caused him to drown in their depths when she deliberately flirted with him.
“When are you going to move to Vegas, Aleesha?”
He took a sip of his wine but kept his eyes fixed on her, refusing to let her look away. This conversation between them was starting to get old. He’d lost count of the number of times he’d asked her to relocate from Atlanta to Las Vegas so that they could be together, but she continued to give him excuse after excuse as to why it wasn’t the right time.
Seeing him waiting for an answer, Aleesha let her lashes drop to cover her eyes for a moment before letting her gaze rest on his face. “Marcus, we’ve gone over this. I will. Soon. You know that’s the plan, but you promised to give me a little bit more time…”
Marcus drained his glass and set it on the table beside him as he listened to her run down the list of reasons why she wasn’t able to just up and move yet. He’d heard them all before, and as she’d said, he’d promised not to push, but they had been together almost eight months now. He flew to Atlanta every chance he got to see her, however, it wasn’t the same as having her here with him every day. They’d met three years ago at a conference here in Las Vegas, and although the time they’d spent together had been brief, the attraction was instant. Circumstances beyond his control arose to keep them apart. He hadn’t seen or heard from her again until the night he happened to run into her at a club here in Vegas. He’d let her get away from him once. It wouldn’t happen again.
Leaning over, he softly kissed her lips, bringing a halt to the rest of her little speech. His pulse sped up when her tongue provocatively darted out to slide along his bottom lip.
“Mmmm……” Marcus moaned as he deepened the kiss and slid his hand to the side of her neck. Keeping his lips locked to hers, he got out of his chair and kneeled between her legs. Aleesha parted her thighs to allow him to scoot up close. When their mouths separated, he didn’t miss a beat and lightly bit the sensitive skin of her neck.
“Marcus….” Aleesha slipped her hands underneath his shirt and felt his muscles jump and flex beneath her palms.
“Hmm?” Marcus kissed his way to the other side of her neck.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Leesh.” He lifted his head and stared into her eyes, admiring how gorgeous she was. When her tongue darted out to wet her lips, Marcus let out a low, rumbling growl. Hearing it, the corner of Aleesha’s mouth lifted in a smile.
“You do that to me on purpose, don’t you?” he asked.
“Do what?” Aleesha innocently asked. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Really…” Marcus’ reply was full of skepticism.
Biting his bottom lip, Marcus held her gaze as his hands slid up her shapely calves. He slowly slid his fingertips over her knees until they rested on the smooth, brown skin of her upper thighs. Marcus glanced down as he pushed the hem of her short dress up until he saw the black lace panties she wore. His hands went to the inside of her thighs, letting his palms glide up then down as he parted them even wider.
When Aleesha moaned, it was his turn to look up at her with a blank expression of innocence. “Something you want to say to me?” Marcus' eyes twinkled with devilment.
“Okay, I do it on purpose,” Aleesha confessed in a rush, knowing he would tease and torture her until she admitted the truth.
Marcus smiled his satisfaction. “Now was that so hard? And just because you decided to be honest with me so quickly…” Marcus pushed her back and lifted each of her legs over the arms of the cushioned patio chair. His smile turned mischievous. “Now…this seems familiar.”
Their eyes shared the memory of when he’d seated her in front of a room full of her screaming friends and placed her in the exact same position. Aleesha had been engaged to another man during that time. Her girls had flown her to Vegas for her bachelorette party and by some fluke he was filling in for one of the strippers of Men of Fantasy who danced at Darrell’s club. He didn’t know who was more shocked when he walked into the suite and saw she was the bride to be: him or her. They ended up having a one night stand, and needless to say, things didn’t work out with her fiancé once she got home. Marcus wasted no time flying to Atlanta to be with her, and they’d been together ever since.
“You are so bad,” she told him, still smiling.
“Mmmhmm. The ‘badder’ the better - and you wouldn’t have me any other way.” He slipped his hands underneath her butt and lifted her up so that he could slide her panties down one leg then the other. Bunching them up in his hand, he brought them to his nose and deeply inhaled her sweet scent. A long groan, low and primal, vibrated from deep within his throat before he threw them over his shoulder.
“No, baby. I wouldn’t.” Trembling with anticipation, Aleesha sighed the words rather than spoke them. He was s
o fucking arrogant and sure of himself - but she loved that about him. Besides, he knew he had it going on when it came to pleasing her.
After pulling her dress up and over her head, Marcus sat back and took in the sight of his woman. He moaned in appreciation before lowering his lips to her left thigh to lick and nibble his way up. Stopping just before he got to her moist center, his nostrils flared when he smelled the excitement of her arousal.
Aleesha leaned her head back on the chair and closed her eyes. She squirmed and writhed as Marcus licked her stomach as if he were licking the remnants of his favorite ice cream from a bowl. His tongue darted around and inside her navel before moving further down. As he continued to sample every inch of her body except for the spot where she wanted it most, she squirmed with restless impatience.
“Marcus. Please….”
Finally, Marcus cupped her ass cheeks, holding her still while he dipped his head to taste her flavor. Using a snail-like pace, he licked from her opening to her clit with one long swipe of his tongue. When he straightened up, Aleesha whined in protest. Marcus heard the whimper and smiled, but his attention was focused on the spot where her thighs met.
He was still fascinated with the Brazilian wax she had surprised him with when she arrived a week ago. All of the pubic hair had been shaven clean except for the thin “landing strip” left in the front. With his index finger, Marcus traced the soft line which ran from the top down to the bottom of her mound until he came to the hood of her clit.
Aleesha’s hips jutted forward, eager for his touch. Marcus bypassed the hard nub and teasingly outlined her quivering southern lips which felt like smooth satin.
“You said you would reward me for being honest,” Aleesha pouted. “Don’t tease me.”
Marcus raised his eyes to hers, and chuckled. “I did say that, didn’t I? I’m sorry. I guess I got a lil carried away…”
Aleesha curled a hand around the back of his neck and pushed his head down between her thighs. “I don’t care if you get carried away, just do it down there….”
He laughed at her growl of frustration and did as she ordered. He sucked and spanked her pearly button with his tongue until she climaxed and screamed his name. Marcus took his time and lapped up her juices like a satisfied cat sipping from a bowl of sweet milk. He loved his baby’s taste and knew exactly how and where to touch to drive her crazy. Aleesha held on to the arms of the chair as he continued to move his tongue in, out, and around her pussy. She screamed when he switched up his stroke and flicked his tongue in light, rapid licks over her pleasure spot then delivered strong strokes that pushed his tongue inside of her as deep as he could get it.
Aleesha’s moans grew in their intensity as he opened up pleasure’s door and invited her in. Marcus started eating her out in earnest now, pulling her close to the seeking, hungry movements of his tongue and lips until she came again. Aleesha placed a hand on the back of his head and held him firmly in place as her orgasm overtook her body.
“Mmmhmm…..” he groaned, not letting up for a minute as he continued to slurp the creamy nectar flowing from her feminine flower. His touch became lighter and slower as her explosion ebbed to a dull tingling sensation.
Aleesha collapsed back in the chair. Breathing hard, she couldn’t even find the strength to open her eyes when Marcus leaned forward to kiss her mouth and eyelids.
“You’re a demanding little thing, aren’t you?” he asked.
Aleesha smiled. “And you aren’t?”
“True,” he agreed.
They continued to kiss, indulging in a leisurely tango of tongues. Marcus stood up and pulled his t-shirt over his head while Aleesha went to work on his jeans. Once she had them unsnapped, her hand slid inside his boxers to clutch his erection in an impatient grip. Her thumb rubbed over the wet tip, massaging it over the slit and around the thick head. Marcus momentarily broke away from the kiss to moan out to her how good it felt before continuing to plunder her mouth with an eager tongue.
Aleesha led him over to the lounger and pulled his jeans and boxers down to his knees. While he kicked them the rest of the way off, Aleesha caressed his taunt ass with her fingertips. The moment he sat down, Aleesha went straight to his package. Her tongue hungrily swiped along his balls, causing him to swiftly inhale and catch his breath.
Marcus grabbed the back of her head and threaded his fingers through her thick, short hair.
She allowed him to direct her mouth to his rigid, Hershey colored stick. Her lips parted, creating a tight entrance that let him push his swollen tip forward with a low hiss.
“Leesh…mmm...”
Aleesha slid him in and out of her mouth inch by delicious inch, tasting the pre-cum that trickled from the slit. She bobbed her head on his velvety steel pole, bringing him to the brink of an orgasm before standing up.
Marcus reclined back with his dick pointing towards the Vegas sky and watched with lazy eyes as Aleesha straddled his body backwards in the reverse cowgirl position so that she faced his feet. She smiled when he groaned under his breath while taking in the luscious view of her ass. He squeezed both round cheeks with his hands the same way he would if were testing a peach to make sure it was ripe and ready to be eaten. Aleesha’s ass was juicer than any fruit he’d ever tasted - and of course she knew it was his weakness.
Leaning forward and placing her hands on each of his shins, she gasped as he slid a finger inside of her pussy and wiggled it around before drawing it back and pushing two, then three in. Aleesha moved up and down, tightly closing her eyes from the exquisite pleasure that one act alone was giving her.
Forcing herself to swivel around, she grasped his shaft in her hand and slowly inched down. When she squeezed the muscles in her vagina, Marcus felt as if he were ensconced in a pleasurable pain he had no desire to ever stop. She teased him unmercifully, resisting his urgent pleas to ride his dick. As much as she wanted to plunge down and take all of him inside of her, she continued to move at a slow pace until she was sitting straight up. Aleesha’s pussy transformed into a ravenous tigress with Marcus as her intended victim she intended to subdue and conquer. She stalked and toyed with him before rising up to the tip of his dickhead and letting her strong inner muscles lock then release.
Marcus was doing his best to lift up and drive into her. His feet braced flat on the lounger as he tried to force her to sheathe his length into her snug depths, but Aleesha was in control. Her pussy offered his dick the sweetest of massages that had him speaking in tongue.
“Ohh fuck! Baby, damn!”
“You want this pussy, baby?”
“Fuck yeah! I’m about to cum….”
With feminine power shimmering in her eyes, Aleesha bounced and down, milking his dick on the upstroke, clenching on the down stroke. All of a sudden, Marcus grabbed her hips and thrust up, and just like that, the control she’d been reveling in a second ago shifted over to him. He dominated and took over, fucking her without mercy until they were both pushed over the edge. Their cries mingled in the darkness of night as the waves of their orgasm rippled through their bodies like a funneling tidal surge.
When the last shocks of pleasure slowly dissipated, Aleesha slightly shifted to lift off of Marcus and lie down beside him. She wrapped her arm around his waist, kissing his chest as he kissed the top of her head and caressed the length her sexy curves.
After a few minutes, Marcus stood up to scoop her pliant body in his arms and take her to his bedroom. After he pulled the covers up over them, Aleesha snuggled against him before settling into a deep, satisfying sleep, but Marcus remained wide awake. Although his body was completely sated, his mind couldn’t rest as he thought about their relationship.
Unlike Darrell, he’d always wanted a wife, kids - everything. Darrell’s mother had gotten pregnant when she was sixteen years old and had never wanted a baby. When he was seven years old, she’d blithely dropped off him off at an orphanage and left him without a second thought as she ran away with a local street thug who prom
ised to give her the life she’d always wanted – but it would have to be without her brat, as he’d put it. Darrell had never experienced a family life, but Marcus had until it was seemingly taken away from him in an instant. The memories were vague and fuzzy, and it seemed like a lifetime ago, but he remembered….
“Run, Markie…! Go baby!”
Laughing from pure joy and pumping his eight year old legs as fast as they could go, Marcus looked over at his mother who stood cheering him on along with his three year old sister. They were all in the spacious back yard of their home and enjoying a beautiful Sunday afternoon. Marcus and his father were playing football and Marcus was on his way to making the game winning “touchdown”.
Marcus glanced over his shoulder with a wide grin when he saw he was outrunning his father. His heart raced in his chest as he crossed the makeshift goal line. Spiking the ball, he did the “touchdown dance” his father had taught him then happily jumped up and down, pumping his fists in the air.
“That’s my lil man!” Steven Bennett beamed down on his son with pride. He held up his hand for a high five. “Gimme some!”
Marcus leapt in the air and slapped his father’s palm with his then laughed when his dad gathered him up in a gigantic bear hug. His little sister came toddling over with a toothy smile as she rushed towards the beloved big brother she adored and the father who treated her like a little princess.
Steven released his son and swept his daughter into his arms. He tossed her into the air, eliciting a spree of excited giggles and screams as she called out for him to throw her up again and again. Marcus’ mother leaned down and planted a series of smattering kisses over Marcus’ face. He groaned with exaggerated protests, but his eyes shone brightly and the smile stayed on his face.
“Joy, leave’em alone,” Steven teased. “All that girlie stuff has no place on a man’s football field.”
Joy Bennett planted a fist on her hip and responded tongue in cheek. “Oh, really? In that case, I’ll keep the kiss I was getting ready to give you to myself.”