Page 109 of Twisted Needs

“Now you sound like a perv.”

“Such a fucking perv,” he groans, diving back in and slurping up my juices. I hum, tensing my entire body the more animalistic he sounds. “Mm.” Parker pulls back for a beat. “Try not to clench her so hard, angel. I’m trying to eat.”

“God,” I cry out, trying to grip the wall. His words send me right into a seismic wave of euphoria. I sink into the feeling of it, slow and completely unguarded.

“It’s about time I give you a good, rough fuck,” Parker says in the sexiest calm voice I’ve ever heard. “Show you what a real man can give you.”

“Please,” I whimper this time, voice weak. “I want it, Park.”

With a growl, he yanks my hips towards him so his mouth can hit me at the perfect angle again, using a drop of his spit to coat my outside before his tongue does the rest of the work. Parker’s warm, wet tongue slips inside, met with a little nervous resistance. He puts some force into it, using his tongue to loosen me up enough for him to properly devour me.

Fucking hell. He must be really fucking hungry.

I’ve never felt more slick. Somehow he has mastered the art of balance—licking, spitting, sucking, and humming. My insides are tingling like never before, my body familiarizing itself with the feeling of Parker’s beard added to the mix and reconciling with the wet heat that drips out just as quickly as it’s forced in.

“Stick your ass out,” he growls. “I need more.”

Every inch of me is tuned to him, hypersensitive, like the rest of the world has dropped away. My reaction turns me into someone I don’t recognize. I make a small, helpless sound I didn’t mean to. “Park,” I whimper, reaching out to thread my fingers through his hair, sticking my ass out like I’m begging for more. “Mhmmm. That’s so good, Pet’ka.”

I crane my head back so I can watch him at work. The moment I lock eyes with him, he drags his hot tongue down my crease, slurping my balls into his mouth like they’re fucking grapes on a vine. He brushes a teasing finger over the length of my cock, revealing his true intentions when he swipes his finger over a beady drop of precome that’s trickled out of my tip. The finger spreads the moisture around my head, receiving attention like it never has before. “You’re fucking leaking for this,” he groans.

He fists my cock with expertise, angling his head to the perfect angle and sucking me harder than I could’ve ever imagined. I clench anything I possibly can. Hands in fists, my toes curled. I can still feel his saliva trapped inside me, feeling a little foreign, but I want to keep it in me for as long as possible.

The feeling of him humming with his mouth closed around me sends waves vibrations through my fucking bones. His tongue swirls around my crown, teasing and relentless. “Fuck,” I whine, threading my fingers through his hair. “Fuck, Park. That’s so good.”

He grazes me with his teeth as he pulls back, kissing his way back up my spine. Something wild surges through me at the sound of his belt unbuckling. He mouths the back of my head as he thrusts his cock against my backside. “Can I fuck you?”

I answer by turning around, sliding my hands up his naked chest to cup his cheeks. “You don’t need to ask,” I whisper, kissing him.

“It’s probably the only time I will.” Parker smacks my ass and grins. “Do you have lube in your room?”

“Look at me, Petchka,” I mutter, looking him up and down despite myself. “Do you think I buy my own lube?”

“No, you’re too pretty for that.” He bites down on his bottom lip and shakes his head incredulously. “I don’t have any condoms.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever bought condoms a day in my life.”

“You’re too pretty for that,” he says again, exhaling humorously through his nose. His expression shifts a little into something slightly darker. He gently slides his hand up my throat, holding me by the base of my jaw. “I need to fuck you before I leave,” Parker says with a little urgency. “I’m not waiting a whole fucking week.”

“I’m on PreP.”

“I haven’t slept with anyone since…last summer.”

I pause for a moment, hurt creeping into me almost violently. “You slept with someone?”

Parker cups my cheek, leaning in just enough, lips barely grazing before settling. “It happened twice,” he whispers against my lips. “It meant nothing, sweetheart. I promise you.”

I force myself to move on from that, because now is not the time to dig deeper into it. Wordlessly, I reach down and wrap my finger around his wrist, pulling him in the direction of the bed. I sit down on the edge and wrap my arms around him, pressing a kiss to his abdomen.

Parker looks down at me with an intense look, running his hand through my hair. “Look at you,” he whispers softly. A satisfied grunt escapes him as I slide down to the floor and drop to my knees. “This what you’re looking for?” he asks with a smile in his voice, fisting his cock and slapping it on my face. Thick and heavy. “Wanna wrap those pretty lips around your Pet’ka’s cock?”

I nod immediately.

He smirks playfully. “Is this the biggest cock you’ve ever seen?”

Absolutely.

I nod again, parting my lips and reaching for it, but Parker clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “Not yet,” he murmurs in a grated voice.