With a Twist (4 page)

"Where do you live?” she breathed, lifting her neck and giving him access. He nipped and licked and she swore she couldn't move from the spot. She was kissing a man in public right outside her own bar. But she didn't care. She just wanted Shane.

"Not far,” he breathed, then led her to the curb and stopped beside a black, shiny motorcycle. He smiled and handed her the purple helmet that sat atop the seat. “Here's our ride."

Ava wasn't surprised to see the Harley. The huge, macho machine completed Ava's ‘Shane’ picture. She'd never ridden a motorcycle and excitement rushed through her veins, anticipating her first ride.

He faced her and placed the helmet over her head. “From now on, other than me, my bike is the only thing I want between your legs."

Ava nodded and swallowed. “I can't wait to mount it and ride.” His hands fumbled on the leather strap under her chin, and she smiled when his blue eyed gaze grew dark with arousal.

He winked, took her hand and placed it on his long, thick cock. “Oh, you will, that's a promise."

Sitting behind Shane, holding him while experiencing the powerful motor of the bike, was a perfect prelude to their evening. Ava relished the vibrations of the strong engine between her legs, anticipating a stronger force between her thighs later on.

His place turned out to be a loft on the lower East Side in Soho. Shane led her into the oversized elevator that would take them to the second floor. Again, Shane pushed her up against the elevator wall, lifted her arms over her head, and proceeded to kiss his way down her neck and sucked her nipples through the material over her breasts.

Ava was dry kindling, and Shane's body was a match that would ignite her so she'd go up in flames. Frightened, excited, aroused, a myriad of emotions welled up in her.

The elevator stopped, and after sliding apart the heavy doors, Shane wasted no time kissing her again as they moved into the cavernous loft.

"Shane, I need—"

"Yeah, I know. Me too."

He carried her to the bedroom where floor to ceiling windows spilled light and city sounds into the room.

Ava throbbed with impatient need for his hands, his mouth, his everything. Shane placed her gently on his king-sized bed, covered by a navy and white comforter soft as cotton. “Don't go away."

"Wouldn't think of it.” She smiled.

She lay on her side, head resting on her hand, watching him. On a nearby oversized antique dresser, lay various items that Ava recognized were sex toys. She'd never indulged in objects of pleasure and shivered with anticipation.

Placing the items on the tall night stand, he turned on a stereo. The soft jazz saxophone filled the room with sexy notes, while candles were quickly lit, illuminating the bed. Curtains were sheer, leaving Ava feeling wanton and naughty instead of ashamed or embarrassed. She couldn't keep her eyes off Shane and his cat like movements. Without thinking, she slid her hand down her body under her jeans, to touch wet skin below. She sat up when he returned to stand above her, his eyes dark and hungry.

"Whatever you do, don't stop,” he encouraged, his voice gravelly and breathy.

He stood at the foot of the bed, and placed his palm on his cock. “Keep going. Take off your shirt."

She liked this game. Slowly, feeling liberated and sexy, she pulled her worn Tee shirt over her head and tossed it to him. He brought the fabric to his nose and inhaled it.

"You smell like sex. Now, the bra."

Again, energized by his commands, she undid the front latch of her lace bra and pulled it apart slowly revealing the treasure that lay underneath. She slid the gauzy material down her arms to the bed.

"Touch those gorgeous breasts with your fingers. Yeah, that's it, squeeze your nipples until it hurts."

She smiled and her pussy wept at his words. Each squeeze of her hard, aching nibbles brought sighs and moans. She watched as Shane slowly pulled down his zipper, only half way.

Ava wanted to touch him, suck him, make him scream, but she could see he loved this game they were playing, and wanted to play as much as he.

"Okay gorgeous, slide those pretty fingers inside your panties and touch your clit for me. Slow, yeah, that's it."

She threw her head back, and slipped one finger inside herself, and pinched her swollen clit with shaking fingertips. “Ah,” she moaned.

Shane's voice was a low pant. “Don't come yet. Pull down your pants but don't take them off. Slide them down to your ankles. Just like that."

She knew where this was going when Shane unzipped his jeans and slid his jeans down his long legs in kind.

"Taste yourself. Wet your fingers and slide them inside that pretty pussy of yours. Now rub and squeeze. But don't come."

Ava licked her lips. And swallowed deeply as he released his swollen cock, purple and engorged head that her mouth watered to suck “Describe how you feel, Ava. Tell me what your pussy feels like."

"Ah, I'm hot, wet and slippery.” She swallowed and her pounding heart throbbed in rhythm with her contractions.

"What else? How do you taste?"

She brought moist fingers to her lips and swirled her tongue around them. “Um, like musk. You should try it, Shane."

"Oh, I will, soon. When you can't take anymore let me know and I'll give you what you want."

Ava had never been completely exposed in front of a man before, much less masturbated while a man watched her. She was free and beautiful and sexy, thanks to Shane Sullivan.

Slipping two fingers inside her drenched pussy, she pushed in and out, thrusting her hips forward to meet the pressure of her fingers. She could see and hear Shane breathing heavy as he gripped his thick cock and began to slide it up and down. The pressure built up inside her and she panted. His eyes drank her in like a man dying of thirst. It drove her on to make him burn. Her body sizzled with hot ribbons of pleasure. She needed to come, wanted to come.

"Shane, I—"

"Not yet Ava.” His voice cracked. It was obvious he held onto his composure by a thread, same as she. It was to be a battle of wills between them. Who would surrender first.

"I want to come, Shane, please. I need your beautiful cock inside me."

His nostrils flared as she watched his self control slip away. The veins in his neck bulged and his breathing grew thick and heavy as he pulled the foil packet from his pocket, and prepared himself for her.

Tell him the magic word, and he's all yours.

Just a breath, a whisper. “Fuck me."

Later on, she wouldn't remember how the remainder of their clothes disappeared. He pushed her down on the bed, and mounted her like a horse in heat.

"Oh yeah,” he kissed her hard and deep, so hard their teeth clicked.

She raised her legs as far as they would go, and wrapped them around his waist, and locked her feet together so he couldn't escape.

He drew her hair away from her face, dropping kisses to her forehead, nose, cheeks and mouth, while he began to thrust inside her with those strong athletic legs.

His hands palmed her ass and squeezed as he lifted up to meet his piston like movements.

Every pore, every fiber of her body was attuned to his touch, his cock, his tongue as he assaulted her with every inch of his flesh.

"Oh Ava, let go, let go, I'll catch you, sweetheart."

He kissed her hard and deep, then lowered his mouth to her hard nipples. He sucked on one so hard her vagina clenched and throbbed with pleasure.

"I'm with you babe, squeeze me with those hot sweet walls of yours. I've been dreaming of fucking you since I woke up this morning. Have you thought about fucking me too, Ava? Did you dream of my cock pushing inside you, making you scream, turning you inside out?"

"Yes, yes all day. I was wet with wanting you Shane. I need you to fuck me now, I'm coming. Oh, Shane."

Their bodies stilled and readied themselves for the ultimate connection.

Shane threw back his head, his neck veins bulging as his cock seemed to swell more inside her pussy. The hot rush of his cum penetrated through her. She heard cries of pleasure and realized both of them had screamed their release.

He collapsed on top of her, his cock still swollen and inside her, and Ava smiled.

She loved Shane Sullivan.

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She watched his hand burrow in his back pocket and pull out a handful of condoms. He winked and threw them on the bed next to her. “Don't go away, I'll be right back,” he kissed her hard and fast, then left the room.

She sat up, naked, disheveled and replete and for the first time in her life, Ava knew what it meant to be happy. Being married to Richard had been a routine affair, fairly satisfying at the time, yet Ava had no idea what she'd missed, until now, until Shane. Unashamed of her nakedness, she felt beautiful because of Shane.

"What are you thinking?” A glass of wine was placed in her hand.

She looked up at him. “I'm thinking you're too far away. Come closer."

He nodded and sat on the bed, took a healthy gulp of wine, and set it on the side table.

"How close?"

Ava took the initiative, grabbed his hands to pull him closer, opened her mouth and let him feast. It was a liberating sensation to take what she wanted.

"Ready for a private party?"

"I'm ready for anything.” She lay back on the bed, hungry for his touch.

A pair of leather restraints appeared in his hand. He rose to his knees, playfully swinging them back and forth in front of her. “Ever been tied up?"

"No,” she answered. Her heart pounded, electricity coursed through her vein and burned like a hot wire. “But I think I'm about to find out."

That smile nearly sent her over the edge. “I promise not to hurt you, Ava. I swear."

"I know you won't.” She believed him.

As he bound her wrists and ankles to the bed posts, Ava noticed that the restraints weren't tight, just firm enough to keep her in one position—on her back. She trusted Shane in a way that she'd never trusted Richard.

Ava watched hypnotized as he shed his clothes, slowly, deliberately. She never tired of sex with Shane. When his cock sprang free, long and pressed up against his flat stomach, Ava anticipated a night of long, hard loving, and she craved all that Shane had to offer.

"Your body is a banquet and I'm going to savor every delectable inch of you like a feast."

He kissed her hard, and tasted like wine and sex. Ava opened her mouth and drank the essence of grape from his lips much as a woman possessed, while Shane made his way down her body. She moaned in frustration when he rose from the bed, and then returned quickly with the glass of wine and slowly dribbled it onto her nipples and down to her navel.

"I'm going to lick and suck every drop of wine from your warm flesh until you beg for mercy."

Yes, suck me, take me, and lick every inch of me.
She barely managed a nod when he lowered his head and sipped. Sensations engulfed and paralyzed her as his mouth possessed and weakened her. The scent of grapes surrounded her, until she thought she'd break apart. He showed no mercy in his ravishment. He started from her toes, kissed and nibbled, sucked and licked up her calves to her thighs. Ava writhed in pleasure, her heart beating in time with the throbbing rhythm in her pussy. He tortured her by ignoring her clit and running that incredible tongue up her tummy, to the swollen breasts beyond.

She'd always loved the feeling of having her nipples sucked. But Richard had never satisfied her longing. What Shane did now was nothing short of exquisite pleasure/pain.

He cupped first one breast, kissing and nipping the hard aroused nipple, then gave equal attention to its twin, taking tiny bites of the sensitive nub until Ava cried out and came in a rush of ecstasy so hard and hot, she thought she'd pass out.

"I want more. I need more."

His eyes darkened. His hands held her face still. “I'm glad because I need you too, Ava."

Their face inches apart, they lay silent, eyes locked for a fraction of a moment until he turned to see where the condoms lay. Shane tore the foil open and slid one on. She watched as it glided over his thick, heavy cock.

"Untie me, Shane."

He did so without question, ripping the ties in a matter of seconds. She wrapped her legs around him, her arms now caressing his shoulders. He lifted her to an almost sitting position and felt his cock at the entrance to her heat. She moaned, he growled.

"Shane, now, now."

He wasted no time burying himself to the hilt. Ava threw back her head and with a wild cry, coming within seconds. This was a part of herself she'd never known existed. The part of her who was a sexual, hungry woman, eager to please and be pleased by a man who knew how to bring unending pleasure.

They didn't need words. Shane's kisses slid to her neck and throat, and to her breasts and suckled while he pumped furiously.

Finally, he stilled, and Ava held tight, his roar of ecstasy filled with as much power as the strong arms that held her.

"Why me?” she looked up at him moments later, that husky voice of hers driving him wild. She snuggled up to his chest, palming his nipples in a lazy fashion. His cock hardened. She was going to kill him.
Ah, but what a great way to go.

"Excuse me?” He drew her closer to his body, taking in her warmth and savoring her softness.

Ava shrugged. “What was it about me, you know, at the company Christmas party that attracted you to me? And I'm not fishing for compliments."

He inhaled the scent of sex and woman, and twirled an errant curl around his finger and tugged playfully. “Yes you are, witch."

She blushed and her smile hit him like a punch to the gut. “Well then, humor me."

Shane half turned and lifted her chin to meet her eyes.

"I have a good instinct about people. You happen to be a classy, sexy lady, the kind that takes care of herself. Your dress was green and matched your eyes. It outlined every delicious curve and revealed just enough cleavage to make me hard. Your hair was thick and soft and I wanted to touch it so bad I ached. Those spiky black heels of yours didn't help, either. At that moment all I could think about was getting you naked, except for the shoes, and fucking you within an inch of your life. How do you women walk on those things, anyway?"