Page 44 of Getting It Twisted

“You’re pretty big, you know. And there wasn’t a lot of prep.”

“You wouldn’t let me prep you, remember? So desperate to get my cock.” I can see his balls drawing up as he’s no doubt getting hard from my words. I drag my thumb over his hole and cup his supple, shaved balls with the rest of my fingers, rolling them in my hand while he moans.

“Yeah, that feels nice.” He turns his head to look at me, intense green eyes half-hidden under his bangs.

Fuck. Why did I wait for so long to do this? I could have fucked his brains out from day one. But if I had, he wouldn’t have been as needy. Granted, I shouldn’t be doing this in the first place, but this ceasefire between us won’t work unless I’m the one in control and he lets me do whatever I wish. He might not deserve for me to give him the time of day, but if I can get us to equal ground by drilling him with my cock, so be it.

Scowling, I flip him over and cover his body with mine, and he parts his thighs to invite me between his legs. I kiss his vicious, slutty mouth, and our lips move in tandem, trying to gain purchase on one another. He grapples at me, parting his legs wider as I growl into his mouth. My cock pressing against his lower stomach feels hard enough to poke a hole in him.

“I wanna suck your dick,” he gasps.

“That so?” I kiss along his jaw and down by his pulse point. I want to bite him there, want to mark him all over.

“Climb on top of my chest. Let me show you.”

“Show you what?”

He winks. “You’ll see.”

I do as he says, crawling on top of him until I’m sitting on his chest, my cock level with his chin. He looks so small and vulnerable in this position. Willing. Submissive. The total opposite of his usual smug, arrogant demeanor.

I guide the head of my cock to his lips. He sticks his tongue out to lick at the head and reaches a hand to grip my base.

I slap the hand away. “Nuh-uh. Hands-free. You wanted to show me how good you are, remember?”

He glares at me. “Fine.” He hinges his jaw open wide, works me between his lips, and swallows me down with well-practiced efficiency. And just like that, I hit the back of his throat.

“Christ,” I groan. “No gag reflex?”

He pulls back. “Fuck my face. I can take it.”

“I bet you can.” I rock my hips forward, and he swallows me down as if his throat was made for it. It feels like a dream—that wet slide welcoming me inside, his tongue playing with the crown on the way up. He breathes through his nose as he tongues my shaft. My balls tighten, and I can tell I’ll come pretty quickly if he keeps this pace up. I grip a fistful of his hair and tilt his head up as I drive my hips into him. It must be difficult at this angle, but he takes it like a champ, gripping the back of my thighs and pressing me deeper.

“You ready?” I groan. “Gonna come down that throat of yours.”

He blinks, which I assume means yes, as he keeps bobbing his head at a steady, tantalizing pace.

I don’t miss the smug glint in his eyes before I throw my head back and come, shooting deep into his magnificent throat.

For those precious moments of my orgasm, the world ceases to exist, and when I come back, Nathan has pulled off my cock and has his mouth full of my release. I climb back down his body and kiss him again, and he pushes my cum back into my mouth. We let it swirl back and forth between us for an undefined stretch of time—me playing with his hair and him moaning into my mouth.

It’s dirty and obscene and kind of weird, but there’s also something deeply cathartic about it. The whole time he’s been back has felt like a fever dream—not just our first meeting—and this brings those feelings back tenfold.

I’m rolling around in the sheets with the boy I lost and the man I hate . . . Well, at least I’msupposedto hate him. Now I can’t help but praise him instead.

“You’re so fucking good at that.”

He grins into the kiss. “Told you.”

I spit a mixture of saliva and cum onto my fingers and bring my hand between our bodies. “I want to see you come, okay?”

“Okay.” He nods, whining as I swipe my thumb over his slit. “Okay, fuck . . .”

I wrap my hand around his shaft and start pumping him with long, slow strokes at first, and then quick and hard, making him arch into my fist. I grab his balls next, pulling and rolling them between my fingers.

“You liked doing that?” I grunt, inches from his mouth as I grip his hair with my free hand and twist his head back. “You liked sucking my cock?”

“Yeah . . . yeah, oh fuck . . . I loved it. Pull harder.”