Page 99 of Twisted Needs

“Okay,” I whisper.

For a moment, neither of us moves. His hands remain fisted in the back of my shirt. Mine rest against his jaw, my thumb brushing over his cheek. He searches my face like he's trying to memorize it.

“I mean it,” he says quietly.

The words tear into me, and I laugh softly. “I believe it.”

His eyes drop to my mouth. Mine follow his.

Neither of us knows who moves first, but when our mouths finally meet, I swear I feel fireworks. Anders kisses me like he needs it. I kiss him because I need it even more.

Neither of us seems to know what to do with all these years of wanting. We keep breaking apart, touching each other's faces, pulling one another closer, breathing hard against each other's mouths.

The sound he makes when I finally kiss him properly nearly undoes me.

It sets off an unbelievable heat low in my stomach. The fire spreads through me, chasing away every cold, empty place I'd learned to live with.

At some point we make it upstairs. Straddling my waist, Anders moans right into my mouth and I fucking inhale it. My hands make their way beneath his shirt, feeling his soft, warm skin.

“Fuck, Pet’ka,” he whimpers when I pinch his nipples.

“You like?” I breathe, applying a little more pressure to his sensitive buds.

“Mhmmm…yeah…”

His mouth latches onto the side of my neck, sucking the sweetness of desire right out of me. He isn’t afraid to use his teeth to help leave his mark, and I know he’s been waiting to do this longer than I should admit. It’s warm and slippery and wet. The tiny sucking noises hit me like a fucking drug, and all I want is more. More of his teeth grazing over my skin. More of the electrifying feeling of his hand brushing over my beard.

I can’t get over his fucking mouth. It’s a warmth like no other, like I’ve dived right into a pool of heat and lust and passion.

Anders pushes me down, the both of us collapsing onto the bed. It squeaks beneath the weight of the both of us.

Needing to hold onto a shred of control, I immediately roll over, hovering over his body. My hand slowly slides up his throat until it sits right beneath the base of his chin. He cups my cheek, but I grab his hand and squeeze his wrist in a possessive hold, bringing it to my mouth.

I lock eyes with Anders as I savagely suck on his three middle fingers, wetting them with my saliva before I guide them to his own mouth. His lips part wide as I drive his digits in, muttering “that’s good, sweetheart,” when he surrenders fully, letting me manipulate him in any way I want. “You’re doing so good. Just keep sucking for me.”

“It’s good?” he murmurs roughly.

“Mm. You’re almost ready for a cock.”

Pushing his shirt up, I press rough kisses all over him—his neck, his jaw, his ear—before kissing my way down his chest. I flick my tongue over his hardened nipple and suck until he gives me a moan. The faint noise etches itself into the back of my mind, demanding to take hold of every last drop of restraint.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” I growl against his body.

When I look up at him, it’s game over. He manages his way on top again and kisses his way down my body, stopping when he reaches the painful erection that’s sprung to life in my pants.

“Keep going,” I urge. “Show me how bad you want it, dirty boy.”

Immediately, he mouths me through the fabric, biting and squeezing me, wild and ravenous. Like he’s wanted this all his life. My cock throbs harder just from the thought of it. Every sound he makes goes straight to my head. I can’t think. I can’t fucking breathe. I touch him once and immediately want too much.

I push up on my elbows and sit up straight.

“I want it,” he mutters, pressing hot kisses down my stomach.

“Want what?” I tease, brushing my fingers through his loose curls.

He looks up at me as he leans down and grabs me through the constraints of my pants.

“No,” I shake my head. “Use your words. Tell me what you want.”