Page 83 of The Torment of Two

I hurry over to the bookshelf and push inside. Now that we know how to access the room, it happens much easier than before. I turn on my flashlight on my phone and set it on the end table by the bed so that the light points up, illuminating the dark space. Then I wait awkwardly for Two to come back.

We’re really going to do this.

A shiver of anticipation ripples down my spine. I always wanted my first time to be with someone special. Two is the most unique, bizarre, and completely lovable man I’ve ever met. Sharing this with him will be special. I just know it.

He slips in through the bookcase door and closes it behind him. I stand aside, watching him as he lays out a sheet on the old, thin mattress. He tosses a towel on the bed beside it.

Now what?

Thankfully, I don’t have to make the next move. Two prowls over to me, intent on his target. Me. With his back to the light, I can’t see his darkened face, but I feel his eyes roving over me nonetheless.

“I’m so fucking happy I met you, Golden.”

“Likewise, buddy.”

He snorts and then gently kisses my mouth. The soft, sweet kiss turns desperate quickly. Between my pants and mewls, he manages to pull off my sweatshirt and then his. Next, he removes our undershirts. I save him the trouble of figuring out the clasp of my bra and unhook it with a flick of my fingers. Once it’s unfastened, he tugs it away, practically throwing it.

“So beautiful.” Two cups my breasts and sweeps his thumbs over my nipples. “Perfect. Like you, Golden.”

“You can’t see them,” I whisper, trembling at his touch.

“Everything about you is beautiful. I don’t have to see them right now to know this.”

His words melt my heart and then his mouth is back on mine. We each fiddle with our own jeans and awkwardly yank out of them while still managing to kiss. Somewhere in all that chaos, we kick out of our shoes, too. When his big hands cup my ass over my panties, I let out a gasp.

“Still good?” he murmurs. “We don’t have to go any further.”

I cup his straining cock over his boxers. “No. I want this. Now.”

He yanks down my panties and then does the same with his boxers. We’re naked. Completely naked. Well, aside from our socks, but neither of us seems eager to remove those. With practiced ease, he lifts me up by my ass. I wrap my legs around his waist, whimpering when his erection rubs against my pussy.

This is it.

We’re going to seal the deal.

Us.

He gently lowers us to the ancient bed. It squeaks and protests under our weight but doesn’t collapse. Now that we’re closer to the light, I can see his handsome face.

“You’re beautiful too, you know,” I whisper, admiring how gorgeous he is. “I like staring at you.”

He smirks. “Weirdo.”

A small laugh tumbles out of me and then he’s kissing it away. I expected for him to get right to business, but he doesn’t. Slowly, he starts kissing down my chest, taking time to suck on each of my nipples along the way.

“W-What are you doing?” I ask, groaning with need. “I, uh, I don’t know what to do.”

He nips at my stomach. “Spread your legs and try to stay quiet.”

His filthy words have my heart doing a summersault. I part my thighs as he makes his way lower and lower and lower and—oh God! The slick flick of his tongue along my clit has me seeing immediate stars. Before I can even recover, he’s licking again and again. I can’t help but thread my fingers into his hair and tug, desperately needing whatever it is he can give to me.

And oh my God does he deliver.

I’ve seen the man tongue his butterscotch candies wildly and his tongue on my clit is no different. He licks and sucks at it as though it’s just as sweet as his beloved treat. All I can do is stifle my needy moans and hang on for the duration of this Two ride.

As he torments my clit, I feel one of his fingertips slicking over my opening. Then, gently, he eases it inside me. My mind runs wild with the sensation and wondering what it’d feel like to have more of him inside me. All of him. Satisfied that I can easily take his finger, he urges another one inside. This stings at the stretch, but I love it.

“More,” I beg, tugging at his hair. “I need more.”

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