Page 56 of Getting It Twisted

If only I can erase the last five years from my mind, I’ll have what I’ve always wanted. When we were kids, I wanted him, and when we got older, I wanted him in a different way.

Now I have him, and nothing can make me give that up. He’s mine. My hole. My slut. My baby.

A growl rumbles in my chest as I keep drilling my cock into him. “Gonna come inside you now. That’s what you wanted, huh?”

“Yeah,” he gasps. “Oh god, yeah . . .” He wraps his hand around his straining cock and gives it a few jerks, and then he’s erupting all over his stomach and chest.

I follow suit, emptying myself inside him. With a satisfied grunt, I collapse on the side of the tiny bed, crowding him against the wall.

He brings a hand to his chest, wipes up the cum there, and licks it up. Yeah, he’s a slut all right.

I press a kiss to his cum-stained lips. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

“What?”

“Made me fuck you without a condom.” I push him to lie on his side and slip my hand between his buttocks to tease his sticky, stretched hole.

He makes a sound between a snort and a moan. “Oh, please. As if you didn’t wanna blow your load in me.”

I feel it trickling out of him, lukewarm and thick. I catch it with my finger and push it back inside.

“You really want to do this?” He thrusts his ass back against my hand. “You really want to make me horny again?” He climbs on top of me, once again straddling my hips. “I could do this all day, you know. Give me a bump and a bottle of lube, and I’ll let you fuck me until my eyes bulge out of my head.”

“How about we don’t do drugs—how long would you last, then?”

He snorts. “Your loss.”

Soon enough I’m fully hard again, and he grabs my cock and guides it back to his hole. I groan as the sensitive tip slides past his tight rim. He tilts his head back, and I trace my fingers over his neck. Even though I barely applied any pressure, his skin is slightly bruised from last night. For someone with such a dirty mouth and sky-high emotional walls, he bruises easily on the outside.

“I’d do this for you, you know,” I tell him, wrapping my hand lightly around his throat. “But we should talk about things like this beforehand. You may feel like you want it in the moment, when really it’s not what’s best for you.”

“I don’t care what’s best for me.”

“I know you don’t, but I do.”

He stops moving, and the way he looks at me sends a chill down my spine. “Do you, now?”

What the hell?

“I won’t ever hurt you, Nate.”

“Well,” he says with a sneer. “A little too late for that.” He swings his leg off me, and my cock slides out of his slippery hole. “I’m gonna go shower.” He grabs a shirt from the floor, uses it to wipe the cum off his belly, and tosses it carelessly on the bed. And just like that, he’s off.

“What the fuck.” I groan and lean back in the bed, left with a flagging hard-on and a head full of questions.

I don’t get him.

I really don’t.

I spend the workday rewinding the morning in my head. When I come home, I’m exhausted in both mind and body.

It’s weird—I want to drive back to his place and see him, but at the same time, I need the alone time that used to be a constant point of tension with my girlfriends.

Nathan was once exempt from my need for isolation, but not anymore.

Now he confuses and frustrates me too much. I mean, what was that cryptic shit about me not wanting what’s best for him? Granted, Ididwant to kill him when he first came back to town, but recently everything has changed. And I took care of him when we were younger, didn’t I? With any luck, things will ease up between us once I get him out of that creepy old house.

I catch George in the kitchen, frying up what smells like shrimp and fried rice.

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