Page 129 of Twisted Needs

It feels painfully ironic in the way that I’m the nervous one right now. When I flip the other way, I feel his hands brush up the back of my legs. “You’re so fucking hairy.”

“Genetics,” I mutter, squeezing my eyes shut and grounding myself with the feeling of cold tile beneath my palms. “God—Jesus, Anders!”

He pries me open and spares no time licking up my crack. I always forget how weird it feels. Slick and wet and completely exposed. But the warmth is what gets me the most. His mouth. His tongue. The soft, vibrating buzz I feel when he hums. It all crashes through me at once.

“You taste so good,” he murmurs, tongue lapping over my hole. “You were right. It’s sweet.”

“God,” I groan, watching behind me in awe. Anders smiles with his eyes as he continues to work his tongue through my tight, puckered walls. I thread my fingers through his wet hair, holding on tight. The stronger I grip, the harder he seems to eat me out. “That’s so fucking good, baby. You like eating ass, don’t you?”

I reach down to stroke myself, still completely captured by the seismic wave of pleasure that drives straight through me. I feel myself sway, balance slipping.

“Mmm,” he purrs. “Daddy. I love it.”

My cock twitches in my hand. I clench my jaw, unable to hold back the bellowing grunt that breaks through my chest.

The rest of the world dissolves after that. Before my mind catches up to me, I’m carrying Anders out of the shower. I cup his jaw and slam my mouth to mine as I carry him to the bed, our dripping wet bodies soaking the sheets.

“Hands and knees,” I order. I let out a low, satisfied growl, standing with my arms folded across my chest as Anders blindly complies. “Good. Show me your pussy, Anderson.” Anders slowly reaches behind, his fingers trembling as he spreads his cheeks. His pale skin deepens into a fleshy pink, revealing his tight little pucker that twinges with excitement. “You take good care of her, don’t you? Keep her nice and ready for Pet’ka to play with?”

“Yes,” he murmurs faintly. His delicate flesh glistens in the soft, warm glow of the light as beads of water drip down his back. When a breeze hits him right, his entire body shivers. Goosebumps pepper across his creamy skin.

“That’s good, baby,” I coo. “You can touch yourself now.”

He reaches down to stroke himself, but I click my tongue and give him a disappointed grunt. “Not that,” I chastise, amusement looming in my tone. “I want to watch you play with your ass, sweetheart.”

Anders exhales unevenly, letting his cock hang between his legs. “I’m sorry, Pet’ka. I won’t do it again.” The sweet way he says it is poisonous. Infecting. Makes my mind go to dark, untamed places. He automatically corrects himself, spitting in his hand and spreading it down his crease. His fingers tremble, like he’s exploring himself for the first time, brushing over his entrance with a deliberate slowness.

But I know exactly what he’s doing. He’s putting on a show for me.

“How does that feel?” I ask weakly. It’s impossible to look away as he narrows in on himself.

“It tickles,” he whispers. “Feels like she likes it, Daddy.”

Holy shit. “Who does?” I croak.

“Mmm…my pussy…it f-feels really good back there.”

Before I even realize what I’m doing, I’m pacing towards him and moving his hand out of the way. Grabbing onto his cheeks, I lean down and spit. My thumb circles the outside of his cunt, rough and deliberate.

“Mmm,” Anders buzzes, craning his head back to watch intently. He gives me a lazy grin. “Feels so good.”

“Yeah?” I smirk, adding a little pressure. “Only Pet’ka gets to touch you here?”

“Mhmm.” His expression flickers. “Whenever my Pet’ka wants.”

Jesus Christ. “Fuck, Angel,” I groan, slapping his ass. “Turn around for me.” I don’t even need to tell him what to do next.

Anders grips my cock and feigns a shy look as he pecks at my tip, staring up at me though his long lashes. “You want soft kisses?” he smirks, puckering his lips. Something sharp shoots through my entire body as he rubs the head of my cock across his lips. He gives me a few gentle pecks, smiling like he knows exactly what this is doing to me.

I nearly lose it the second he takes my dick into his mouth. His lips wrap around me carefully at first before he settles into a rhythm, soft and warm and devastatingly eager. I thread my fingers through his wet curls, guiding him slowly, trying to stay grounded while pleasure climbs hot up my spine.

Anders has always had this terrifying ability to make me drop all the restraint and control I try so hard to maintain. There’s an undying possessive streak in me that comes alive around him. He feeds it without even realizing—every time he gives himself over to me so willingly, like he doesn’t understand what that kind of devotion does to a person. It makes something dark and hungry in me sit up and pay attention. Makes me want too much. Not just his body. Him. Every unguarded part of him no one else gets to touch. Every fucking ounce of it.

And then he looks up at me with those bright, open eyes—completely unashamed, completely sincere. It hits me all over again how dangerous this is for someone like me. Because Anders makes it impossible to separate lust from intimacy. With him, it all bleeds together. Desire becomes tenderness. Possession becomes devotion. Love becomes something frighteningly consuming.

“God, boy,” I grunt softly, brushing my thumb along his cheek. “You do things to me.”

Anders hums around me, pleased with himself. The sound nearly destroys what little composure I have left. When he locks my gaze in a teasing hold and licks the ridge of my crown, it fully sends me over the edge. “Come here,” I beckon, hooking my finger. Anders lifts up on his knees and wraps his arms around my neck, mashing his mouth to mine.