Page 71 of Twisted Needs

I’ve had it before. I’ll have it again. Maybe even a little more.

I close the distance immediately, kissing him like I’m starving for it. He lets out a moan and deepens it without needing to think about it.

“Mhmm.” He tightens his hold on me, like he’s trying to surgically attach out bodies. “Sexy Petchka.”

Fuck.

I plunge my tongue down his throat, practically mauling him to death as I slip my hand from between his legs and cup his face. Something nasty and possessive creeps into me at the thought of another man possibly having him tonight, and it clouds the part of my head where restraint is supposed to live.

“How many of those twelve fuckers touched you tonight?” I breathe, breaking the kiss with force.

“None,” he pants, quickly shaking his head. “Nobody, Pet’ka. Imma good boy, right?”

“My good, special boy,” I whisper. Heat pulses through my veins. My cock and balls are absolutely throbbing, begging to come all over his beautiful face and make him mine forever.

Nobody ever will, I want to tell him. I’m the only one who gets to have you.

I can’t escape the possessive thoughts. Every inch of my body is screaming he’s mine. That I’m the only one who gives him pleasure.

Before I even realize it, I’m down on my knees. I mumble “good boy gets special treatment,” before I mouth him through the lace, the heat of my mouth sticking to his soft skin.

“Am I special?”

I nod immediately, lashing my tongue against him before I flatten my tongue completely against him.

“Only special boys get to come,” I murmur a moment later. Hooking my fingers into the top of his underwear, I hastily tug them down his hips and enjoy every fucking second of it.

Anders sucks in a breath when his gorgeous cock springs free with a fucking sinful expression on his face.

“Beautiful,” I mutter, curving my fingers around him. The heat from his length kisses the center of my palm as I rub the pad of my thumb over the soft, already leaking slit of his tip. “Crafted by God Himself.”

He laces his fingers through my hair, yanking hard when I dart my tongue out and taste the pearl of precome. His grip tightens even stronger as I swirl my tongue along the ridge of his crown and wrap my lips around him entirely.

Never in my life have I felt the weight of someone’s cock in my mouth and thought to myself to suck him until his balls shoot blanks.

Honestly, it’s never happened before…

My mouth fucking waters at the thought of tasting his warm ejaculate. I pucker my wet lips and savor every veiny inch.

The tiny moans and whimpers that left his lips before don’t hold a flame to the moment he finally loses control of himself, collapsing against the counter and fully surrendering himself to me.

I dip down and slurp his balls into my mouth, grazing my teeth over the thin stretch of flesh.

“Fuck,” he whines, squeezing his legs together.

Just knowing I’m giving him such pleasure is enough to cause an eruption low in my stomach. My cock throbs behind the thick material of my sweats, bulging against its constraints and begging to be released, but I have more pressing matters to worry about. I lick two of my fingers and reach behind to brush them up and down his crack before narrowing in on his hole, applying the teensiest bit of pressure against his pussy until he audibly starts to purr like a kitten.

His breath quickens.

Without actually breaching his hole, I swirl my digits over his rigid, puckered entrance. I have his cock back in my mouth a second later, sucking my cheeks in around his length. It’s impossible to focus on one singular thing…the sound of my saliva sloshing in the back of my throat…the feeling of his tip brushing across the roof of my mouth…the way he groans when I dig the tip of my tongue into his urethra, forcing his legs to twitch uncontrollably from how hard I suck and spit…

Neither of us can speak. My body is brimming with lust, arousal flowing though my blood like a fucking drug. Anders falls more and more incoherent, his fingers in my hair losing their strength as he begins rocking and lazily thrusting.

My nose brushes against the smooth, hairless skin of his pelvis. Teasing the outside of his pussy in slow, languid strokes, I press my fingers into him a little. My eyes flick back up to him. Anders looks down at me with eyes as dark as the night sky and crimson-kissed cheeks. His bottom lip quivers as he clenches his cunt, nearly sucking my fingers in.

I know he’s there when I feel his pucker throb beneath my touch.

“You should…pull back,” he breathlessly pants. “Mhmm-fffuckkkk. I’m…gonna come, Pet’ka.”