Page 108 of Twisted Needs

I press myself into his body even more, groaning slightly from the feeling of my cock rubbing against his shirt. My hands work their magic, peeling his shirt off next and letting it fall behind the back of the couch.

My heart thumps loud and steadily as Parker drags his nails up and down my spine, leaving a slight burning sensation in their wake. I curl my back instinctively as his hand makes its way back down south, slapping me painfully directly on the ass.

“Jesus,” I yelp, threading my fingers through his dark mess of hair. “Watch it, Petchka.” He opens his mouth and exhales loudly as he rubs his prickly beard against the front of my face in a way that makes my mouth pull into a grin. “Oh my God.”

“You have no idea,” Parker breathes into my ear, nipping and sucking on the shell of my ear, “how fucking badly I’ve wanted to meet this special pussy, Anders.”

“What?” I laugh without even thinking, my face stinging from how hard I blush.

“Well, she’s been waiting for me, hasn’t she?” Parker murmurs. He brings his hand to his mouth and licks two of his fingers before dropping them back down to my ass, pressing into me without warning.

“She?” I snort, tugging at his hair and humming.

“She,” Parker confirms, saying it warmly into my ear. The hairs on the back of my neck stick straight up, my body flashing with heat. He swirls his two fingers over my rim, and a small breath escapes me. “Can I see her?”

Before I can even answer, Parker shifts his hips, bending me over his lap with my ass on full display.

“Mmmm. Fucking hell, Anderson,” he growls, brushing his fingers over my skin. “What an ass.”

“You’re insane.” My voice breaks.

“I get like that sometimes. I say things I probably shouldn’t.”

“Oh? Only sometimes?”

“Yeah, anytime I’m with you.”

I can’t wrap my mind around it. This is what it’s like having dirty talk with Parker. It sounds like another language coming from him.

Without warning he spreads my cheeks apart, keeping them parted long enough it feels like he’s fully admiring me. “Look at that,” he murmurs, not sounding like himself. “This is the pinkest little pussy I’ve ever set my eyes on.”

“Jesus,” I groan. “What did you do with Parker?”

“I let him out to play,” he groans roughly. “God, she’s a gorgeous girl—I bet she’s so fucking sweet.”

Oh my.

Like he’s done it a million times, he scoops me up and throws me over his shoulder, holding me by the back of my legs.

“Parker!” I shriek. “Holy fucking shit, man.”

“I refuse to fuck you on the couch. Not for our first time. Maybe our second.”

A rush surges through me, stealing my breath entirely. The thought of what’s about to happen…it’s unreal. The feeling crashes through me before I can even anticipate it coming.

I’m crowded up against the wall of Parker’s bedroom in no time. Parker lets go of his hold on me, only to grab me by the hips and flip me around. “Pretty boy,” he murmurs, gathering both of my hands and pinning them behind my back. His lips graze over my shoulder and he brushes his nose down my spine. “I’m so tired of people telling me I can’t have this.” Dropping to his knees, Parker slides a hand up my legs and digs his nails into the side of my ass, so hard that he nearly breaks the skin. “Everyone is so fucking worried I’d ruin you.”

“Yeah?” I close my eyes again and rest my forehead against the wall, releasing a deep breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding for so long. I can’t quite settle in myself—everything in me feels off-centered.

“I’ve always wondered what this would be like,” he continues. “I wanna eat the fuck out of this ass.”

“Find out,” I challenge him. I widen my stance a few more inches and stick my ass out for him.

“Mhmmm. Yeahhhh, baby.” Parker lets out another low, guttural grunt the moment his tongue meets my rim, like it’s a little taste test.

“Fuck,” I whine.

He licks the entire length of my crack, from top to bottom. “She’s sweet like a ripened cherry,” he groans, pulling back just a twinge. “God—could you be any more perfect?”