Page 42 of Getting It Twisted

When I return with a bottle of lube and a condom in my hands, Nathan is lying right where I left him but with his boxers fully off, his naked ass on display, and . . . damn.

The sun shines in from the window shutters, bathing him in light. The dip of his back, the jut of his shoulder blades, his perfect, smooth ass . . . He looks fucking unreal.

He turns his head and looks at me with a quirked brow. “Well?”

I get rid of my boxers and climb back into bed. I straddle his upper thighs, and with a grip on his hair, I twist his head to the side. “You’re hot as fuck, you know that?”

He shoots me a blatant, shameless grin. He knows. Of course he knows.

Then I say, “You’re beautiful,” and his grin falters, replaced by a blush I don’t let him hide.

I run my hands down his taut little waist. The head of my cock pokes between his ass cheeks, not quite reaching his hole. I let him feel my hardness as I rock against him, smearing precum on his hot skin.

He shudders and groans. “Daniel, fuck . . .”

“Now,” I say, pushing his messy, sweaty bangs out of his face. “What do you want me to do with you?”

“I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my own name, that’s what.”

Yeah, that ass of his is hungry; he’s gotten that much across.

He reaches his hands down and parts his cheeks, giving me the most perfect view of his hole. It winks at me, tiny, pink, and inviting.

“Hm.” I let my thumb slide over the soft wrinkled tissue, feeling my cock twitch in response to his groan. “You’re a bit of a slut, aren’t you?”

He glares at me, teeth gritted. “What?”

I uncap the bottle of lube and pour a dollop into the crease of his ass. “You’re giving this to me, but you might as well have given it to anyone.”

“Shut up,” he hisses. “It’s yours now.”

“You think I’ll take care of you?”

“I know you will.”

“Oh, but you hurt me. You don’t think I’ll hurt you too?”

He gives a pitiful whine. “Fuck, Iwantyou to hurt me. Want you to wreck my ass. I can take it.”

I thread a condom over my cock and coat myself with lube. I can’t believe I’m about to do this. Can’t believe I’m about to fuck him.

Again.

Don’t think about that. This isn’t like last time. Not at all. For one, we’re both sober.

“Go on,” I say, “grab my cock.”

He reaches a hand back and wraps his fingers around my length. It twitches in his grip.

“You think you can take it?” I ask.

“Yeah.” He arches his plump little ass and guides the head of my cock to slide between his cheeks. “Yeah, fuck . . . I can take it. Do anything you want.”

I envelop his fingers with my hand. “Beg me for it.”

“Daniel, fucking hell. Give it to me. Please, I need it, need your cock so bad, I . . .Fuuuck.”

I push forward, pressing hard until I breach his tight little hole. His hand falls to the bed and grips the sheets. I stop halfway to allow him a chance to adjust, but he gets up onto his elbows and pushes his hips back, making me slide all the way home.

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