Page 100 of Twisted Needs

“Please,” he begs. “Petchka please. Let me suck your cock.”

My eyes flicker. “Come here,” I whisper.

I hold his face in my hand, but he impatiently mashes his lips to mine, kissing me like it’s our first time all over again. “Please,” he whispers into my mouth. His hands travel up and down my chest as he straddles my lap, venturing down to my waistband.

“So impatient,” I murmur in amusement. “I’ve never seen anyone as needy as you—gaghh…Anders, fuck,” I hiss. Sharp pain shoots up my body when he dips his hand beneath my pants and squeezes me without mercy.

“Watch your mouth,” he warns sternly before kissing me so hard our teeth click.

I never expected him to be so…I guess I assumed he’d be a little subservient. But…this is Anders we’re talking about…new, grown-up Anders.

I hook my arm around his waist and pull him tightly against me, unable to fight the urge to reclaim some of the control. Suddenly, I’m up for the challenge.

He audibly gasps as I yank his head back and sink my teeth onto his throat and flick my wet tongue up and down the soft skin. Anders tilts his head to the side slightly. “Hurts,” he whines. “There’s something…wrong with you.”

“You can handle it,” I grunt, clenching my jaw. “You’re not a little boy anymore, are you?”

“No,” he breathes, cupping my length again. “I’m really not…”

The pleasure of him finally yanking my pants down fully disorients me, especially in reaction to the face he makes when he realizes I’m commando.

“Holy fuck,” Anders mutters suddenly, his eyes wider than I’ve ever seen them. “You’re…uncut.”

“Course I am,” I breathe, attempting to laugh while scrambling to catch my breath at the same exact time. “The way God intended, baby.”

I watch in complete amusement, despite breaking from the continuous rush, as Anders runs his fingers through the thickness of my pubic hair—almost like it’s a completely foreign concept to him. He probably doesn’t even realize what he’s doing when he twists a few strands between his fingers and gently tugs. I fucking revel in how innocent the act is. Disgusting thoughts fill my mind and it takes everything in me to shove them back down.

Making use of the time, I pull my shirt off before reaching out to run my hand through Anders’ hair. “Take your shirt off,” I instruct him. My heart thumps at a steady pace in my chest, but I can feel my pulse beat all over.

It’s all so exhilarating. Feeling his weight and his warmth against mine. He feels like he belongs here.

I take his hand again and spit in his palm before guiding it down to my rigid length.

“Fuck,” I mutter beneath my breath the moment he wraps his fingers around me. “Don’t go too fast,” I add roughly. “Stroke him nice and slow for me, baby.”

He looks down in a trance, watching his hand slowly jerk up and down. Pinpricks of pleasure spread through me, but the innocent look on his face is what hits me the hardest. It feeds something dark inside me that should never see the light of day.

“I want your eyes on me,” I tell him in a lowered voice, tilting his chin up with my finger. “Keep them here and you watch me.”

And I almost regret it, because the moment his hazel eyes capture my gaze, I nearly fucking stroke out right then and there. It’s like my body goes through a momentary paralysis, the only thing still functioning being my twitching cock.

“Does that feel okay?” he whispers nervously. “I’ve never…with an uncut…”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Yeah,” I murmur. “You can speed up a little, sweetheart.”

Anders nods, picking up the pace slightly. Something tightens deep in my core, stealing the rhythm from my lungs. I feel it hit all at once, like my body has suddenly stopped waiting for permission.

“Such a good boy,” I coo. “I think he likes you, Anders.”

More. More. More. I want more.

His eyes flick down again curiously, and for a moment I let him have his moment. But then I click my tongue. “Don’t look at that,” I correct him firmly, lifting his head back up. “Eyes on me. Don’t make me ask again.”

He nods slowly. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” I roll my hips a little as I thread my fingers through Anders’ hair, holding him by the back of his head. I pull him in close, letting my lips hover right over his. My tongue darts out, licking along both his top and bottom lip, before I suck his bottom lip into my mouth.