Page 101 of Twisted Needs

Anders’ breath catches when I yank his head back and lean in to suck on the skin right beneath his earlobe this time. It starts out slow, almost careful, before I let go of the part of me that says stop. Shameless, feral…I leave a mark I know will stay for days.

Mine. Mine. Mine. The thoughts will never escape me at this point, and I want to shout it for the entire world to hear. He was never Luca’s. And I know that’s an insane thing to think about…but I’m not wrong. I know I’m not…and I don’t fucking care whatsoever about any kind of consequence. Not right now, at this very moment. I could never bring myself to care when I finally have exactly what I want.

“Pet’ka…” He tilts his head to the side a little more for me. A soft sound slips out of Anders’ mouth, almost restrained. “Mmm…I love that.”

He speeds up his movements even quicker, milking me so hard it’s nearly incapacitating. My skin goes hypersensitive, like I can feel it everywhere at once. Every single sense of mine is heightened. The saltiness of his skin against my tongue. The heat from his fingers, trembling as they stroke me. The staggered breathing that can only be heard from close proximity.

He brings his hand to his mouth and spits again, and I nearly go fucking crazy over the way his saliva drips messily down his chin. Over the way he’s dipping his toes in and getting a little more confident with each movement.

The moment he goes back to stroking, I drive my thumb right into his mouth. Anders starts sucking almost automatically, humming as he swirls his tongue around my digit.

“There he is,” I murmur, voice rough and unsteady. “There’s my good boy.” Anders exhales softly, his lips making a sinful fucking sucking noise that sends me over the edge.

“Get on your knees.” It comes out as a command, unmistakable in my intention.

Anders immediately positions himself between my legs, almost as if he’s showing me that he can be submissive when he wants to. When he knows he’s getting what he wants.

“Yeahhhh…exactly where you belong,” I growl, giving myself a few strong tugs. “Open your mouth, angel.”

The moment he does, I slap the hell out of him with my cock. “You fuckin’ like that?”

“Yes, Petchka.” Anders nods, parting his lips. “You’re so big.”

My voice dips lower. “Little Anderson,” I grunt, “look how much you’ve grown, sweetheart.”

He rubs his face against my dick while looking up at me through his dark lashes, carefully wrapping his hand around my balls. Pleasure immediately shoots straight up my spine.

“Such a beautiful boy,” I murmur, brushing his soft hair out of his face. “You gonna show me how you suck a big, fat cock?”

“Don’t make me tune you out.” Anders exhales humorously through his nose, answering by dragging his warm, slick tongue from my base, all the way up to my tip. He tugs down on my foreskin, exposing a pearl of slick precome that trickles down from its source.

“There it is,” I guide him. “Good. Lick that up for me.”

His lips close around me as I feel his tongue flick over my tip. He’s gentle with it, just fluttering like he’s trying to savor it for as long as possible. “Mmm,” he hums, sucking just a little to start. Something low and warm grumbles deep inside me. “It tastes like you,” he whispers, puckering his lips around me and batting his eyes.

“Yeah,” I breathe, curling my fingers in his hair and pulling his head down. “Dirty boy.”

Anders gags, tears forming in the corner of his eyes when my tip hits the back of his throat. He instinctively squeezes my cock with one hand and pushes his other hand against the top of my thigh in an attempt to pull back, but I hold him in place for a few more selfish seconds.

“You can handle it. Just breathe.”

Strings of saliva drip from his mouth when I finally release him. Anders lifts his head up and coughs so hard it turns his entire face red. “Too much,” he hacks out. “You trying to fucking choke me?”

“Yes.”

He huffs sharply through his nose. “It’s…more than I’ve ever taken.”

Somehow that just makes me feel unreasonably possessive. The ugly part of me wants to ask him how many men he’s sucked off, but I know Anders and I know I wouldn’t like any answer above zero.

“We’re gonna have to fix that,” I mutter, swiping a tear away beneath his eye.

He pretends to pout. “You’re too big…seriously, Pet’ka.”

Fuck.

I slap my hand to his cheek and shake his head to the side, sliding my thumb back into his mouth. Anders gags again, this time on fucking air. “I don’t want to hear any more complaining,” I assert, voice low and calm. “Relax your throat so I can fuck this mouth.”

He exhales a little sharply, but leans back down and sucks me back into his mouth—this time slowly inhaling as the slackens his jaw and bobs his head. It’s not much more of an improvement, and he still gags, but this time he doesn’t immediately fight it. Saliva drips down my dick, the cool air hitting it at just the right angle. My cock twitches statically right in his mouth as his teeth graze my delicate flesh.