Page 68 of Twisted Minds

“My sisters have careers—real careers. He thinks I’m wasting my life. Wasting my education. There’s not a lot of money in it to start with, but I can’t see myself doing anything else. It’s fine. I’m used to it by now.”

“You can get used to something and still have it bother you.” Hunter’s hand squeezes mine. “You’ve got me, though. Always.” I may not, though, and that’s a terrifying thought.

After this weekend I’ll tell him everything.

I shouldn’t have gotten this close, but it’s as if Hunter has his own gravity. I keep getting slowly pulled into it and now I’m stuck. Leaning forward slowly, his eyes flick up to mine before they close and he presses a soft kiss against my lips. I melt. There’s no point even trying to put this feeling into words. “You want to go inside?” he whispers.

Inside. In his room.

Yes please.

twenty-four

Mark

As we make out on his bed, all the bad things that are happening fade into nothing. It’s just us. Here. Hunter’s arms wrap around me, and he slowly grinds that beautiful dick against me. I want him. I need it.

I place my palms on his chest, pushing him back onto the mattress and straddling his waist. “What are you doing?” I love the breathless tone and the heat in those dark eyes that I put there.

“I want to try being on top.”

“On top?” he whispers.

“Yeah.” I grin, leaning down to press another kiss to his lips before raining them down his jaw. My teeth scrape lightly against his neck. Hunter shivers, and I love being the cause. I can’t believe I’m the cause.

“Lube?” Hunter’s breath stutters as I kiss my way down his throat.

Lifting onto his elbows, he nods toward his nightstand, and leaning over, I open the drawer and grab his lube, leaving thecondoms. After he fucked me bare against my mirror we haven’t used them. The feel of him inside me, having nothing between us, feels so fucking good.

Setting the tiny bottle next to him, I reach behind my back and take off my shirt. The way Hunter’s eyes light up on me makes my stomach dip. I’ve never had someone look at me the way he does. I’ve always been this small, skinny new kid that everyone gawks at.

Hunter lifts up, taking his shirt off, and I drink him in. Olive skin. Dark dusting of hair on his pecs running down like a trail and leading into his pants. I flick my fingers on the button, watching them fall open a bit.

My thumbs rub circles around his nipples before I trail a hand down over his body, over every ridge and hard line of his stomach. Hunter grins wide—it’s devastating. He’s so fucking beautiful. He tugs me forward and I’m already helping, lifting my legs as he takes off my sweats. I hadn’t even bothered with briefs.

Hunter groans, squeezing my hips. “Get over here.” As he’s pulling my ass up his body, it takes me a second to realize just where Hunter’s desired location for my ass is. Right on his face. I adjust, planting my knees on either side of his head, and my cock hangs right before his lips. Darting out his tongue, he looks feral. “Perfect cock.” He wraps his lips around me, making my legs buckle as he savors me. His fingernails dig into my ass.

“Shit.” Slowly he sucks me, making me whine and shake, “More.” Hunter’s eyes darken. Sucking me hard, taking me to the back of his throat, he gags slightly before pulling me out of his lips. Precum drips from my crown. He laps the tip, then sucks on my head.

His fingers join the party after I hear the click of a cap. He dips his fingers between my cheeks, and I push back against him. “Please.” I don’t care how desperate I am for this. I need it. Myhands land on his shoulders and my hips roll back against his prodding fingers. My cock slides along his chest leaving a sticky mess. Sucking in a breath, his fingers slip inside, and I ride them, not caring how desperate I look.

“You’re gorgeous.” It’s a whisper but it hits like a gunshot to my heart. I almost wish I didn’t hear him. It’s not true for one, and two, I don’t deserve it. Pushing his fingers deeper, Hunter rubs that spot, making me see stars. My thighs tremble, my body buzzing with the first promise of release.

“Hunter, please—”

“You want it? Tell me what you want.”

“You . . . I want you.”I love you. I bite my tongue. The action nearly kills me, but I want to tell him. He is mine. Hunter lifts his hips with me on his lap, pulling his pants down. I can’t help but look behind me. He’s fit, built, finely muscled. His cock juts up, rubbing against my ass.

Hunter slicks himself up, and reaching behind, I grab his cock, lifting over him and lining him up with my hole. Taking my time, I slide down his length before adjusting to being so full. The pain from the first few times fades quickly now. It’s not even something I think about. A minor annoyance that breaks into bliss so fast it seizes my lungs.

“You feel so good.” Hunter’s fingers cup my face, and I roll my hips in a rhythm that’s slow and torturous, wrecking us both.

Hunter sits up, kissing my lips as I sit in his lap, rolling back on every thick inch of him. “Fuck—” I grunt against him as he adjusts me on his lap to take him deeper, hitting that spot inside me.

Nose to nose.

Lips to lips.

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