Page 131 of Twisted Needs

“That feel good?” Anders leans down, grinning lazily at me. “Let me show you my special trick.” And then, he sucks in a sharp breath as he rolls his hips forward for a moment before rocking back. It takes us a moment to settle at a steady rhythm, but when we do, it’s pure bliss. The weight of his body feels…just right. We fit together like a glove. His perfect ass claps loudly against my thighs the harder he comes down, his confidence growing with every individual bounce. It’s like our bodies speak their own language. My hips thrust up automatically as his curves languidly in one flawless movement.

When he leans fully against me, our shared lust fizzles into delicate intimacy. Despite looking like he’s simultaneously in pain and having reached nirvana, there’s something completely sobering about the tender look in his eyes. One that my body recognizes as a word neither of us have dared to speak. “You feel so fucking good,” I pant, sliding my hand up his sweaty cheek while my other one stays fixed on his pelvis. “God, I love pounding this ass.”

Anders brushes his nose once over mine before closing the distance between our mouths. “I mean what I said,” he murmurs, letting his words settle against my lips.

“What did you say?” I ask a little nervously, afraid he’s about to say some more shit about calling me Daddy.

But he doesn’t.

“Being together, we harm nobody,” Anders recites gently. “Being apart, we extinguish ourselves.”

A soft, confused chuckle escapes me. “Is that another book quote?”

“Yeah.”

“You didn’t say that in the shower.”

“No, not that,” he breathes. He shifts around a bit, his hand sliding down my neck and his fingers brushing over my heart. “You’re not my Frankenstein.”

And then I stop. For a minute, I just let it settle in. Anders pauses too, his expression hardening. His fingers run through my wet hair as he pushes it back out of my face.

“What book is that from?” I ask him, swiping my thumb beneath his eye to brush away an eyelash. “The thing you just said.”

He gazes intensely for what feels like forever, stretching time beyond its normal measure. It’s absolutely striking, holding me in place with his magnetizing pull. And in true Anders fashion, he evades the question with silence.

“Beautiful,” I murmur softly. “Beautiful boy.”

And as soon as it stops, it picks right back up. He pulls himself off and rolls over onto his hands and knees. I huff out a laugh. “Tired, baby?”

“Yeah,” he says softly. “You take over.” But then he gives me a suggestive look as he arches his back, reaches behind, and pulls a cheek to the side to show off his gaped hole like he’s some fucking porn star. “I feel split in half, Pet’ka.”

Holy shit. My cock twitches celebratory.

“I swear to you, if it doesn’t go back to normal…”

“Anders,” I mutter, transfixed. “Fucking hell,” I groan, reaching down to pump myself a few strokes. I waste no time standing up and yanking him to me by his hips, mouth absolutely watering at the thought of getting my tongue in him.

Anders lets out a startled whimper.

Unable to help myself, I drop down to the floor and drop some spit down his rim before diving in with my mouth to spread it around with my tongue. He clenches his wet pussy and milks my tongue, gripping onto it like he’s playing tug of war. His fingers thread through the hair on the nape of my neck, impatiently attempting to mash my head straight into his ass.

I flutter my tongue inside his warmth. Anders hums, gripping my hair even tighter. His juices drip down his taint, slicking his balls. I angle my mouth and slurp them up, sucking on him so hard it makes him whimper. The soft noises only grow when I tug on his shaft. “Oh my God,” he cries out. “Pet’ka…Daddy…Parker. ”

Standing up, I quickly hold onto him and slap my erection against his puckered cunt. “I gotta break you in, baby.”

The moment I slip my cock inside, his entire body trembles. “Fuck, that hurts,” he breathes sharply, sucking in a breath and laughing thinly. “Park…shit.”

“You can handle it,” I mutter roughly. “Daddy won’t hurt his baby.”

I wrap my arm around the front of his chest and pull his body to me, thrusting deeply into his core. Anders leans back against me, contorting his head back and folding the distance between our mouths. My pelvis claps against his firm ass with every thrust. I drink up every moan of his that slips through as I pinch both his nipples. “Mmm,” he whines, exhaling deeply.

“So, so sensitive,” I purr into his ear. “I wonder…” I trail my hand down his body and brush my finger right below his navel. Anders sucks in another shaky breath. The corner of my mouth pulls into a crooked grin. “Must be extra sensitive down here,” I rouse, brushing my finger again. He bites down on his bottom lip and closes his eyes when I do it a third time.

When I press fully into his abdomen, Anders cries out in pleasure. His cock twitches against his stomach. “Wait…you’re gonna make me…come,” he bites out weakly.

“Not yet, baby.” I quicken my thrusting and slide my hand up his throat, plunging three fingers into his mouth so deep it makes him gag. He leans over and heaves, my body falling down with his.

Flesh against flesh. Shared breaths. Two bodies moving together.