So Twisted

by Melissa Marino

  He broke our kiss long enough for us to step inside, but instead of walking farther in, he pushed me against the wall. He unzipped his coat and shrugged out of it, letting it fall to the floor. My coat, which I was holding, was taken from me and tossed to the ground alongside his.

  Without a word, he ran his hands down my arms and stopped at my wrists. In one fluid movement, he grabbed both of them and raised them above my head as he stepped in close. He gathered both wrists in one hand and used his free hand to trace his fingers down the seam of my dress.

  Both impatience and desire overpowered me, and I leaned forward to kiss him. Our mouths became perfectly in sync, our tongues meeting together with such aggression I wondered if it was the same for him. Was he feeling this? His taste, his hand curling under the bottom of my skirt, his moans…it all turned me on.

  His lips left mine and attacked my neck, while the hand under my dress was working its way up my thigh. When one of his fingers grazed over where I was aching for him, he groaned into the area of my neck he was sucking on.

  His head lifted and he whispered in my ear, “You’re too fucking ready for me not to get you off right this second.”

  He slid his hand between my thighs and applied gentle pressure as he rocked his hand back and forth. I leaned my head back against the wall and started moving my hips along with him.

  “Yes,” I moaned as I tried to push myself further into his hands. Any which way I tried to move was hampered by the fact he was still holding me in place by my wrists and his other hand between my legs.

  “No one is here. No one can hear you,” he said while increasing his pressure and tempo. “I want you to come for me. I want to hear how good I make you feel.”

  My quiet whimpers were exchanged for louder noises because hell if I didn’t want him to keep going and know how good he made me feel.

  “That’s it. Let me hear you,” he said.

  My impending release grew. “Yes. Just like that,” I said.

  “I love hearing your voice so close to coming. It’s so fucking sexy.”

  I moaned louder and louder until I knew I was about to orgasm. “Faster, please. Faster and harder,” I pleaded.

  He obeyed, and the slight increase in motion was the perfect adjustment to send me over the edge. I cried out as my orgasm overtook me.

  Both our movements slowed as I started to descend from Mt. Orgasm. His grip on my wrists loosened, and as I was freed, my arms fell limply to my sides.

  “Mmm, thank you,” I said.

  My hands wrapped around his neck, and I rested my head against his chest, listening to his heart beat rapidly. We held silent and still together until he withdrew his hand from between my legs.

  As I lifted my head, my arms moved from his neck to around his waist where I felt the hardness of his erection.

  “Looks like you have a major situation with that massive organ of yours, huh?” I questioned.

  He shrugged his shoulders. “Not too major. It’ll calm down in a minute.”

  I slid my hands around the top of his pants, stopping short of the top button. “Or I can help it calm down. Why don’t you let me take care of you now?”

  “I’d love nothing more,” he said, brushing a piece of hair away from face. “But I wanted this to be all about you. The sexiest thing for me is knowing that I’m pleasing you.”

  “You mean, you don’t want me to—”

  He laughed. “Of course I do, but there’s time for that after we finish up one last order of business.”

  “And what would that be?” I asked.

  “Hot tub.”

  The way the corners of his mouth turned up in a mischievous grin and how he had to readjust his package told me everything I needed to know.

  He didn’t want a hand (or blow, if asked—I was an equal opportunity worker) job in the hallway. He wanted to get me in the hot tub, so he could fuck me there.

  “Meet you there in ten minutes,” I said.

  After going to our respective bedrooms. I contemplated whether the bikini was even necessary, but I couldn’t help but remember how he’d looked at me in it before. Plus, it was all about the show, giving him something to wonder about and eventually unwrap all on his own.

  I exited my room and walked down the hall, noticing that the door to the balcony was ajar. He was already there, waiting for me. As I climbed the stairs, my assurance grew with every step. He could’ve had anyone he wanted with him tonight. He wanted me.

  When I opened the door I saw him situated comfortably in the hot tub. The cold wind hit me hard, and I made a quick sprint toward him.

  “We need to get you a robe,” he said, extending his arm and helping me in.

  I sat down opposite him and settled my body into the hot, steaming water. “I don’t need a robe.”

  He ran his hands through his hair, brushing it away from his face with his wet fingers. “You’re going to freeze your ass off running back and forth.”

  “It’ll get warm out soon, and then I won’t need it anyway.”

  “It’s always breezy up here,” he explained. He leaned down and grabbed hold of my foot, bringing it upright to him. He sat back, and as if there was any doubt that this man wasn’t the living version of every woman’s dream, he began massaging my foot.

  “Besides,” he continued, “when you get out of the water and the lake breeze hits you, a chill will run right through you.”

  I gave him a wink and a smile. “I think a chill is already running through me. If it isn’t a chill, something is sure making me tingle all over.”

  I lifted my foot from his grip and stood up. His expression was confused until I stepped forward and straddled his legs, planting myself on his lap.

  I took his arms and guided them around my body. “Put your hands on me.”

  His eyebrows raised, and a small grin began to emerge. He tried to hide it, but as I adjusted myself closer into him, there was no hiding his excitement, both in his facial expression and the hardness grazing my leg.

  I pressed myself into him as his hands slid down my back and settled on my ass. His wet skin glistened against the moonlight, his face damp from the rising steam.

  I wanted him to want me as bad as I wanted him. I wanted it to be agonizing, the need so deep it was almost painful. I wanted to bring him there, as close as I could, and pull away just enough to make him beg.

  He lifted his head toward mine, bringing his mouth close, but I backed away. The way he looked up at me, his face so serious and honest, made me question if there was something more to this. It could’ve been the desperate need for closeness that I’d been missing for so long or the way his touch felt so different than anyone else before. So much chaos in my mind, but one thing screamed louder than the rest. I just needed to hear him say it.

  “Whatever you want,” I whispered. “I want to be whatever you want.”

  His finger ran down the side of my face, stopping at corner of my mouth. “You already are,” he said, brushing his thumb across my lip.

  His mouth crashed into mine, a groan of yearning echoing from deep in his throat. I bit down on his bottom lip and held until I released and slid my tongue into his mouth.

  He moved.

  I followed.

  As his lips slipped away from mine, he grasped a handful of my hair and yanked my head back. In that position, he had free rein to run his tongue down the center of my chest, stopping to nibble between my breasts.

  “So good,” he grunted. “I’ve waited too long to fuck you like this.”

  The steam continued to rise around us, carrying away all our inhibitions, everything we’d held back up until the moment vanished into the air.

  I was scared because I didn’t know how long these moments would last. I didn’t know if tomorrow would be the day when he said it was all a mistake. So I’d wait.

  Our hands had found each other, and with our fingers intertwined, a warmth radiated across my body. It was fear and exhilaration, and it was so foreig
n to me that I didn’t recognize it at first.

  I held on tighter, gripping his skin and pulling at his hair. My mouth, my kisses following his.

  We, our molded bodies, our unspoken wants, couldn’t separate.

  Just like he wanted.

  And how I needed it to be.

  His arms wrapped around me tightly, and my head rested against his shoulder—the foreign feeling came to fruition.

  And with that realization, I watched my wet hair drip droplets across his chest, telling him in the only way I knew how what I’d just concluded.

  I was falling in love with him.

  Chapter Sixteen

  AARON—

  I’d been awake for a half hour, maybe more or maybe less; I didn’t know for certain since the actual time was irrelevant. All I was focused on was her. Callie was in my bed, her head lying just below my heart, and her hair spread across my stomach and chest. The closeness of her, the warmth of her body on mine, and her arms wrapped around my waist was something I didn’t know I’d been missing. It was the closest I felt to another person in, literally, years.

  A lock of her hair lay haphazardly across her face, and while I was sure it wasn’t bothering her, the need for me to touch her was so overwhelming, enough for me to tuck the loose strand behind her ear. She stirred slightly, and a soft sigh fell from her lips. I thought she was starting to wake, but after a few moments, her breathing became deep and peaceful once again.

  What a crazy few days.

  I laid it all out for her and devoured her in the only way I knew how. I tasted her skin and connected us, both of us reaching new heights with each pass of our tongues. I sought her out, and I discovered. It was one of the single, most intense nights of my life.

  The night enveloped us, locking us away in our own world where there were no questions, no judgments, no reservations. It was just us. I sank my teeth into the pleasure of it all and relished in every moment we shared. Even now, the visions were so fresh in my mind. The way she shivered when my tongue touched her neck, the swirl she made with her hips as she rode me, her cries of orgasm, all of it better than any fantasy I’d ever imagined.

  There was no greater turn-on than seeing her come for me. Nothing more arousing than to watch her get her release, knowing it was me who brought her there.

  And that fucking white bikini.

  Although I’d thought it before, she’d never looked hotter than when she was hovering over me, her skin glistening from the tub water and eagerness in her eyes. The pull between us wasn’t merely superficial, there was something visceral about it. I couldn’t explain it.

  Something changed. This time was different. Maybe it had been so long since I felt.

  So long since I felt the touch of intent.

  Or the breath of want.

  I couldn’t get close enough. Even when we were fucking, I craved something that was just out of my reach. My body clung to hers because, in some basic form, I knew she was helping to mend the part of me that had become broken and dormant.

  With each touch, she placed her healing hands on me and gave my heart a little hope. I didn’t know if it could be repaired or if I was capable of being the man I once was, but the more time I spent with her, the closer I got—I started to believe in everything I lost.

  Or never had.

  I was deep in my thoughts when I felt her move against my stomach and look up at me. Her eyes still looked tired, and she was obviously not getting enough sleep lately. I softly ran my thumb over her cheek, grazing over the darkness under her eyes.

  “You should sleep longer. You look like you still need it,” I said.

  She smiled sleepily at me. “I’m good. In fact, I’ve slept better the last two nights than I have in ages.”

  “Is that so?”

  “Mm-hmm.”

  “I wonder why that is.”

  She shrugged. “I have no idea especially considering I’ve been sharing the bed the last two nights with someone who snores.”

  I gasped. “I do not snore.”

  “Want to make a bet?”

  “No, that’s fine. I may snore, but you talk in your sleep.”

  Her cheeks flushed, and she knew I wasn’t lying. “Well, I…,” she stuttered. Her eyes looked away from me. “Did I say anything inappropriate?”

  “Not at all.” I laughed.

  There was no need to embarrass her by telling her she repeatedly said my name in her sleep followed by a series of words and phrases so naughty they might’ve been illegal.

  She lightly dragged her fingertips over my stomach while she stared at me with a small smile. Her eyelids lowered and followed the movements her fingers were making. Circling and swirling across my abdomen, from hip to hip. The touch was so simple, so chaste, but it turned me on hard. Really hard.

  Her fingers tugged at the top of my boxer briefs, and while I wished she would yank them down and get to the main event, I loved watching her take her time.

  She slid herself further down and eased one side of my boxer briefs down. “Mmm,” she hummed softly.

  I looked down at her, and her finger was tracing a small circle around the tattoo between my pelvic bone and hip.

  “I didn’t say anything inappropriate,” she said. Her head cocked to the side as she glanced at me. “But maybe I should do something inappropriate.”

  She leaned down further, gripped both sides of my boxers, and pulled them down, my raging erection ready and willing.

  The cool tip of her tongue connected with my warm skin, making me groan from the sensation. She swirled round and round my inked words as if she was soaking up each one and trying to make them her own.

  Her tongue glided away from my tattoo, and she continued to lick and kiss her way across my stomach. When she reached my dick, she looked up at me, gazing at me through her eyelashes and tousled hair. She lifted her head briefly while she was still looking at me before she dipped her head down and ran her tongue along the tip of my cock.

  “Calliope,” I hissed.

  “Tell me,” she paused. She wrapped her hand around me and slid down from the tip to base. “Tell me what you like, what you want.”

  “Everything. Everything you do I want.”

  With that, her mouth took in the top of my cock, her tongue swirling around the tip as she started moving her hand up and down me. Her lips and fingers met and together they created the most spectacular suction action my dick had ever known. She rotated her hand up and down while simultaneously sucking me, her teeth grazing over my length ever so, so gently.

  “So good,” I said.

  Her face was partially hidden behind a veil of her hair. I reached down and brushed her hair away because my cock in her mouth was something I wanted to watch.

  I left my hand on the side of her face, and she continued to suck and pump me off. The building of my release intensified, and I hoped I could hold out a little longer, but Callie and my cock had other ideas.

  She used her free hand to grip my balls lightly, and all at once, I felt my orgasm surge forth.

  Her mouth. Her hands. Her tongue. Her smell.

  Her.

  I came undone.

  “Callie. I’m going to come.”

  I smoothed my thumb and finger over her cheek, warning her that she was about to get all of me if she didn’t back off.

  She moaned with her lips still around me, and the added sensation, both on my cock and in my ears, proved to be too much. I came in her mouth without her ever moving an inch.

  My head fell back against the pillows, my hand leaving her face, while I continued to orgasm. When I was done, I glanced at her, her head propped up on her hands, and I knew I’d be hard again for her soon.

  “Thank you,” I said breathless.

  She pushed herself up and crawled up the side of me until she was tucked under my arm. “My pleasure.”

  I wrapped my arms around her and held her close, kissing the top of her head.

  She snuggled in closer, emit
ting a soft sigh. “So nice.”

  “Mmmm. I wish we could stay like this all day.”

  “Me, too,” she said, propping her head up on my chest. “But you have a little girl you need to pick up. I’m sure she has run your parents ragged by now.”

  “I know they love having her there, but I swear every time I pick her up my dad has grown three new gray hairs.”

  She giggled and settled her head down on my chest. Her arms wrapped around my waist and she squeezed me for a moment before placing a soft kiss on my chest. She threw back the covers of the bed before starting to get out.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” I asked as I grabbed her and pulled her back to me.

  She fell back against the bed, and I looked down at her, so beautiful and real. I leaned down to kiss her, but she caught me and threw her hand over my mouth.

  “No,” she shouted.

  “What? Why?”

  “Morning breath,” she said, covering her mouth.

  I rolled my eyes. “You sucked my dick first thing in the morning, and you’re worried about your breath?”

  “And my mouth…just…you.”

  “Will you relax? I’m not much into the kiss-after-jizz thing, either. I don’t want to make out. Just a little kiss, okay?”

  She looked apprehensive, but eventually she dropped her hand and puckered her lips.

  So fucking cute.

  I lowered my head and gave her a quick peck. “See, that’s all I wanted. Was that so bad?”

  She shook her head, but I noticed her body stiffened and sensed something was askew.

  “Hey, what’s up?” I asked.

  She shook her head again, but this time she looked down at the bed and started fumbling with the stitching on the blanket.

  I reached over and took her face in both of my hands. “Tell me.”

  Her eyes rose to meet mine, and for the first time ever, they looked different. Gone was the confidence, the playfulness, and in its place was distance.

  Panic rose up through my chest with the realization she might be reconsidering what we had going. The past few days—hell the past few weeks—had been overwhelming, and I never stopped to ask how she felt about it all.