Chapter 3 Pucked So Good
I had committed an unforgivable act, and I felt my heart as heavy as my thoughts were soiled. Yet, I'm stunned to think myself inlove with Alexander.
Elizabeth, my identical twin had been chatting with Alexander Cavannagh online for months, and despite never meeting him in person, she felt herself inlove with him. When Alexander had asked her out on a date, she couldn't bear to disappoint him. However, she had reservations about meeting him alone. Then, she turned to me, voicing her worries.
I was the reserved, shy yet intelligently smart to detect when something was amiss. For this gift of mine, I found it hard to fall in love. Elizabeth, on the other hand was the complete opposite, she was outspoken, jovial and everyone's friend. What I lacked, she had, and what she lacked, I had.
So, I tried to understand why she wanted me to go in her place to see Alexander. It would be just one date and everything would spin back to the way it used to be.
I took a drive downtown, hoping to meet Alexander in Glady's restaurant, a place familiar to me, and more public to be exact. When I saw him, he had a tussled hairstyle, and was donned in a heavy jacket, and the sweetest smile was plastererd on his face when he recognized me walking into the restaurant.
He was calm, nervous as well but he captivated me with his vibrant laughter, and his stunning smile. He was just like every other normal guy, I told myself playing the part of my perfect sister.
When the evening ended, a sudden patter of rain began to fall, soaking the streets. Alexander insisted that we seek shelter at a nearby hotel which wasn't far from the restaurant. I hesitated, trying to detect what he hoped to achieve by getting us into a hotel. But I guess, I certainly wasn't smart enough to detect the complexities of Alexander.
"We'll just stay there for a while, until the rain subsides. Who knows for how long this rain might storm," he reasoned.
There was something about his eyes, how they magnetically pulled me in despite my daunting thoughts. He was different, I reasoned emotionally, ignoring the silent yet still voice that screamed at me to be cautious.
Alex and I huddled under his jacket while we raced towards Dante's Hotel, he paid for a room and he promised to drop me home when the rain was over. I was quite aware of his masculine presence, his strong biceps when he folded up his sleeves and his broadened chest when he unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt.
I turned to the window, ignoring my thudding heart wondering why the rain was becoming more like a storm. Alex must have sensed my discomfort.
"You shouldn't be uncomfortable, you know me atleast to a limit. I won't hurt you," he smiled, brushing back his fallen hair.
He seemed more confident to which I perceived, I waved that off, smiling like a little lady while he washed off and asked me to wash off as well. I couldn't and he didn't push for it. As the rain continued, I knew that all hopes to return home would seemed furtile, so I accepted whatever games fate was playing on me.
"Are you always this quiet?" He arched his brows studying me.
I shrugged, throwing in a laugh to ease the tension as I dragged my eyes from his chest, it was intoxicating having to watch the curls on his chest weaving down his abdomen while escaping into his trousers.
"You keep on giving me those glares, come on, I'm not a monster, Elizabeth," he drawled, pulling me up which startled me.
He smelled my hair, hugging me close, "we've always talked naughty while online, remember?"
Naughty! Elizabeth never told me this part of the deal. I whimpered, trying to shrug out from his embrace. He pulled me back kissing my neck.
"You're everything beautiful," he moaned, cupping my breasts.
I pushed him off, slapping him hard across his face. He flinched, looking back at me like I'd just rained brimstones on him.
"I do not recall having any dirty conversations with you," I tried to sound poised, not shaken by the fact that he had kissed me or I had slapped him.
He snickered, "oh, you like it dirty," he spun me around and pushed my butt to his groin, I shut my eyes, regretting for an instant why I had walked into the hotel room with him.
Did he actually think I was Elizabeth? What sort of man was dumb not to tell the difference? I groaned, realizing that he was just meeting Elizabeth for the first time, and that includes me!
"I recall you telling me, you like a pinch of BDSM," he trailed wet kisses down the nape of my neck, while clasping my neck tighter. I fought the wave of sensations that were beginning to overpower me.
Did Elizabeth ever talked this dirty with a stranger? He could be anything, a killer, a.. whatever! How could I have trusted him?
BDSM! I was never into any of such acts! Do I continue to play the part of my sister or spill out who I really was?
I could feel the rise of his bulge tantalizing my behind. It's been ages since you last had a mild blowing sex, a voice spoke to me, why not give in?
No, not like this, I replied it. Not with my sister's boyfriend. He pulled up my gown, peeled my lace panties and thrusted a finger and two into the depths of my moist pussy.
"You do not want this, yet you are all wet for me," his voice was husky.
He pulled the fingers out and pushed them into my mouth, "taste the juice, yourself," he murmured, tugging at his trousers.
What the hell did he just do, making me taste my own juice? He spinned me around, clenched my mouth as he looked into my eyes before he leaned down to kiss me on my mouth.
Act like Elizabeth! Don't give yourself away! I struggled, trying not to frail my hands sideways like a strangled bird.
His tongue slipped into my mouth while his other hand fastened and loosened the sash around my waist, pushing down a sleeve of my gown to allow passage of my breast.
One of my breast reared a sizable view and a hardened nipple, I didn't realize how he had skillfully unclasped my brassieres. He bit my lower lip, tugging on it while he threaded my knotted nipple with his index finger and thumb.
"Liz, you're...so fucking wet," he groaned, pushing down the other of my sleeve while he performed the same ritual on my breasts.
Liz? I'm no fucking Liz and I hate the fact that I was so darn wet for him! my mind had screamed.
He pushed down his trousers, pulling my hand to his hardened cock, it was quite long, and veiny, bopping continually when my fingers clasped around it. My eyes bulged, wondering how the quiet Alexander could be this confident in sex.
I fled to the bed, thinking of a possible way out. Maybe if I persist in acting like I do enjoy this, he would give up the idea of having me,I thought to myself. He grabbed my ankles dragging me downwards towards him.
I gasped, while his hands squeezed my full breasts, "your breasts are magical, I remember you telling me how flat your nipples can be when aroused but they're fully perky, and I love it," he whispered into my ears, turning me over.
He cradled my buttocks before positioning himself on my back, his massive cock gradually penetrating my pussy- squishing as it glided through.
I wouldn't moan, I told myself. But his thrusts were rather intoxicating as he was. And I let out multiple moans without meaning to. He was just too good, and I simply wanted more.
He picked me up placing me on the counter while pushing my feet to his shoulders, then he leaned in taking my nipples into his mouth.
And while I tried to stifle my moans, they transpired into screams as he began to pound me harder.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes," I said repeatedly which followed a rapture of orgasm that flooded me.
He continued to ram into me, faster and faster, drawing close to orgasm as well. I squeaked hoping he wouldn't spill into me, pushing myself out from under him but his strength dwarfed mine hammering into me all of his semen.
He pulled at my hair while he came, groaning loud into my ears. "I want to do this again, you're so fucking sweet," he mumbled after a while.
I watched him as his tongue flickered his lips, his words waltzing in the depths of my mind. This time, I wouldn't be able to say no to him. He fucked me so good that I visibly wanted more.
What if he learns about my identity, what if he spills this one night affair to my sister? I possibly can't be the one telling my sister that her boyfriend and I had had a great sex. But I knew I would want more from him, even if I deny him, my body would betray me. And I would want him to fuck me all over again.
He stepped back, pushing his hair backwards before stepping into the bathroom. My legs shaken from the pure, sweet torture he had tendered on me. I shut my eyes,
relishing in the event that had just unfolded, knowing that I had just betrayed my own twin sister.
But if Alexander comes again, I would let him have his way. My body would want him to have me automatically.