Page 70 of Twisted Needs

That realization hits me harder than anything else tonight.

I have to stop it. He’s drunk and I’m dangerously close to crossing a line. “I think it’s time for bed,” I whisper roughly.

Anders tilts his head back enough to look up at me again. His eyes travel to my mouth.

There’s a beat where neither of us moves. Anders gives me a smile that feels almost vindictive the way it has an immediate effect on me. He slowly guides my hand down his perfect fucking body. “The sun is sleeping, Pet’ka,” he whispers, letting my hand continue its descent until it brushes over the tempting hardness between his legs.

“Feel me.”

Anders sucks in a sharp breath when I gently palm him over his jeans. His heat clings to my palm like a thin sheen of sweat.

My mind goes to dark places. Sick and twisted places.

Fuck it. This is when I cross the line.

It all happens so fast.

“God, baby.” I remove my hand, just long enough to pop open the button and tug down his zipper.

“Fuck,” he murmurs sharply when I dip my hand inside, exploring his hardness through the thin material of his underwear. I make the mistake of looking down, my breath hiking when my eyes scan over the lacy, black panties.

Fucking panties. Holy shit.

“Would you look at that.” My voice is rough. “Do you wear these a lot, birthday boy?”

“On special occasions,” he mumbles. Grabbing onto my arm, Anders squeezes his legs shut around me, driving me absolutely primal. “Mmmh.” He tilts his head up with parted lips. “It tickles,” he whispers, rocking his hips and rubbing himself up against my palm.

My blood boils. I’m fucking dead. Luca is going to murder me if his baby brother doesn’t do it first…

Almost frantically, I back him up against the counter so he can thrust with more force, his body slamming against the lower cabinets. Each little whimper that escapes his lips puts me closer towards the edge. Closer to ruining my life for a moment of fun with this boy.

I can feel his heart pounding loudly in his chest. He looks up at me with a needy look, sucking on his bottom lip like he’s expecting me to completely unravel.

And he’s fucking right.

“That’s it,” I murmur in a broken voice. “You fuckin’ like that, dirty boy?”

“Mmmf…f-feels so g-good,” he whimpers, hesitating for a second. “More…Daddy.”

Out of all of the words he could’ve said, I never expected it to be Daddy. And I never expected it to land the way it does.

“Yeah?” I mutter, pretending my eyes aren’t practically bulging out of their sockets. My autopilot kicks in as I start squeezing him harder.

“Yeahhh…Pet’kaaa…” Anders’ breathing turns erratic. He leans his forehead against my shoulder while delicious little cries escape through his parted lips. “Fuck,” he whimpers, digging his nails into my skin and biting down on my shoulder. “Ahhmmm. Jesus, Park.”

I cradle the back of his head, holding him to my chest as closely as possible.

He tilts his head up and bats his eyes at me.

“What a pretty little boy,” I purr, smiling lazily. I bite my lip for less than a second before Anders throws his arms around my shoulders and threads his fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck.

My eyes flicker to his lips without even thinking, immediately focusing on the way they slowly part with desire. I tighten my grip on his curls and yank his head back, leaning in so close I can taste the tequila and sugary mixer on his lips.

This is my chance to stop. I still have time to do the right thing and end this right here.

But I keep thinking about the feeling of his mouth against mine.

His warm, sweet mouth. His soft lips. The tip of his nose brushing against mine.