Page 8 of Twisted Love

He kissed the edge of the slit that separated her folds before he pushed his tongue into it, to taste her fragrant, delicious taste against his tongue. It was a heady taste, a taste he’d never forget and wanted to taste a million more times. He moaned against her as his tongue became saturated with her flavor, his head buzzing with pleasure. When he found the tiny hill that was her clit, he flattened his tongue out until she groaned and buried her fingers in his hair.

That was the spot, the place where he could so easily become lost in the wet heat of her desire, but he’d found it and would stay honed in on it until she sank to the floor. His desire to prolong her torture was forgotten the second her fingers tugged at his hair and her ass tilted to give him better access.

Logan worked his tongue on her, in tight circles that would get her off fast and hard. He was eager to get inside her but that wasn’t what drove him. The need to hear her gasp as she came was a wild force that took his control, that made him act to quickly make her come. His fingers clutched tightly, almost bruising her thighs, something else she liked, and he’d give her whatever she wanted as long as it brought him what he needed. If she wanted that hint, that thrill of pain, he’d give it to her.

He loved the sensation of her silky thighs against his cheeks, the heady scent of her right there in his face, easily lapped up onto his tongue. Everything about this woman turned him on and he lost himself when he was so intimately close to her. And when he heard her responses, the way she gasped or panted at his touch, it nearly made him lose his mind.

But he had to get her off first. That was his mission.

“That’s so good, Logan.” She groaned. She was close then, he knew it.

Her hips jerked in time with his tongue as he slowly tongued her clit, then sucked her. Hard.

Her legs began to quiver, and her hips thrust against his face sporadically. With his strong fingers buried in the fleshy globes of her ass, Logan held her there on his lips as he sucked harder.

“Logan, fuck, Logan, please, I’m so close.” The woman of his dreams begged.

He moved a finger on her ass until he found the spot that would send her over the edge. He could thrust his finger into her there, but he knew the tease of it was what she wanted. Oh, she’d get off if he slid his finger into her ass, but the tease of not doing that made her nearly scream with pleasure.

A quick glance up showed him tight nipples, ready for his tongue, a mouth open as her body tensed around his face, ready for his cock. She responded to his slightest touch, be it his breath, or his mouth, his fingers, or his cock, and she loved having him touching, inside, every inch of her. Oh yes, he’d had, and would have, every part of her, but he knew, deep down that, it would never be enough.

She was like a drug he wanted to quit but couldn’t. He’d started this as a game, as a way to regain some of the pride he’d lost as a kid, but it had become something he couldn’t control, not always. He was a grown man, he knew that, and knew that his pride had been salvaged a long time ago, but the minute he’d seen Keily’s application on his desk he knew he had to have her, to make her the one that paid for all the pain and humiliation he’d endured back when he was a geeky kid without a friend.

Now, he seemed to be the one paying the price, but it was a price he loved paying. Her essence flooded his mouth as she came apart above him, her body now a writhing snake but he held on, he drove her higher until she groaned loudly, in capitulation.

He held on as wave after wave of pleasure made her body dance in sensual abandon. He wanted to film it so he could watch her at his leisure, to see every emotion that crossed her face. She probably wouldn’t agree so he hadn’t bothered to ask her.

When her body went limp and she tugged at his hair he leaned back and looked up at her. “Done?”

“You’re going to kill me one of these days. My head’s just going to blow right off.” She sank down to the floor, her eyes on his, full of sated happiness.

“I’m not sure how I’d explain that to the authorities.” He answered and pulled at her hand until she stood back up. “We aren’t done.”

“Mm, you’re determined to find out what you’d say to them then, aren’t you?” She leaned into him, her lips hovering just below his. Her heavy-lidded eyes looked into his, full of filthy promises he knew she could keep.

“I might be, but right now, all I’m interested in is getting inside of you.” He guided her back to the table. She marched in front of him on unsteady legs until her thighs met the edge of the table. “Lean over.”

He thought she’d give some witty rebuttal. Instead, she leaned over until her hips were at just the right angle, the heels still on her beautiful feet. He loved the curves of her body, the way her full hips pinched in to form her waist. He clasped his left hand around her waist as he guided his cock to her entrance, the black towel he’d had tucked around his waist was long forgotten on the floor.

He wasn’t thinking anymore, only feeling. What he felt most was desire, a need to feel the way her walls clung to him, sucked him in. He needed the way he lost his own mind when he was deep inside of her and she made all those lovely sounds he loved so much. She moaned when he sank into her, a sound of encouragement and delight. He gave an answering groan, clenched his other hand around the other side of her waist, and jerked her hips back to his.

“Like that, Logan, just like that.” She demanded, and he answered, pounding into her as he jerked her hips back onto him over and over again.

Logan lost all control, her every word, sound, and movement a goad to lose himself in her. So he did just that. She started to pulse around him, her walls fluttering around his shaft to stroke every drop of his pleasure from his body. He groaned her name as he came apart, totally lost in the only woman he should have never touched.

5

Keily

“I don’t care what anybody says, having hair pulled out by the roots anywhere fucking sucks.” Keily waited to hear Rosa’s response over the speaker system, turning right out of the beauty salon’s parking lot to head home.

“Girl, don’t I know it. At least you’re blonde and have fine hair. Try having coarse dark hair.” Rosa said softly. She was still at work, but even with her office door closed there were some things she wouldn’t say too loudly.

“I can’t believe we pay to have that shit done.” Keily was swearing like a sailor but didn’t care. The waxing experience had been extra painful today for some reason and she didn’t like it to begin with. “Needs must, I guess.”

“I guess. At least you have a man that will appreciate your efforts.” Rosa sighed on the other end of the line, her loneliness obvious.

“I’m sorry. I guess I shouldn’t complain.” Keily really meant it and wished she could find somebody for her one and only best friend.