Page 46 of Twisted Minds

Taking that as my invitation, I get up, caging him between my arms. I trail kisses down his body, loving every inch of his skin. “What a pretty cock.” I nuzzle his balls before taking one into my mouth, and while yes, his cock is perfect, I have a different destination in mind.

“Ungh.” His back arches. “This feels so weird, but so fucking good.” I lick deeper, prodding my tongue, careful not to hurt him. His hole clenches around my tongue and I just want to go all out, but I restrain myself, keeping in mind he’s sore . . . but soon. Soon I’ll have him writhing and screaming my name. Sorry, Jamie. I’ll have to invest in some great noise-canceling headphones. “Oh, please, fuck yeah. Hunter.” His fingers dig into my scalp. My cock throbs between my thighs. I could do this for hours as long as he’s on the other end of it. “Hunter, Hunter!”

Taking his cock into my mouth, I lick and suck while rubbing his hole gently. He thickens in my mouth and comes with a loud cry. His nails dig into my hair. Fuck, I’m hard, and the taste of him in my mouth is only making it worse.

When I’ve drunk every last drop, I get up to straddle him, and it takes less than a second for Mark to wrap his lips around my cock. Using his hand and perfect suction, he sucks me hard, and with only a few pumps inside the wet heat of his mouth I’m coming. Mark moans around me, clutching my hips as I practically ram myself down his throat.

Choking, he doesn’t let up and keeps sucking until I have to pull back. My dick slips from his lips, and he looks up at me with a watery smile I need to commit to memory. I give him a filthy kiss, our releases mingling as he grabs me and pulls me back down, and I practically collapse on top of him.

I never want this to end.

Here in this bed, with Mark, things are a thousand percent better. “Fuck.” He bites his lip, his face pink. “You taste so good. It’s a bad idea right now, but I want you back inside me.”

“Well, I’m spent and you’re sore, but next time.

“You sure you don’t bottom?” He grins, but it’s playful. I can tell he really doesn’t care.

I’ve had guys in the past think they can “change my mind” or insist, “You just haven’t had someone do it right.” Which is bullshit. It isn’t any of that. I haven’t had any bad experiences. I just did it once and didn’t like it. I like taking control. I like being the person making my partner feel good, and last night with Mark, fuck me, that was the best thing I’ve ever experienced.

I shake my head, and he just kisses my face. “I’d be open to letting you play with me. I just don’t like penetration. Sorry.”

“How ever will I manage?” He laughs, and I love that he doesn’t push it. Some exes I’ve had thought that with a little nagging, a little push, I’d change my mind. But it just doesn’t feel good to me. “Can I eat you out sometime?”

That makes me smile. I don’t like penetration, but I am down for some play now and then. “Yeah. Sometime.” Mark smiles wide at that. Leaning in, I feel my cock twitch, but we break apart at the loud bangs on my door.

Goddammit, Jamie.

“I swear to god, if I hear one more person come in this house I’m going to burn in down!”

“You know, if it were you, maybe you’d be less bitchy!” I yell back.

His footsteps retreat. “What’s his deal?”

I shake my head, not wanting to think about Jamie and his mood swings. I get it, I do. From the outside looking in Jamie seems like a dickhead, and most days, yeah, that’s how he acts. There’s so much more to it than that, though. “He needs to get laid.”

“Maybe I’ll introduce him to Noah.”

“Ah, not a good idea. Jamie doesn’t like anyone. He wouldn’t be good for your friend.”

“I don’t think Noah would like him anyway.”

Not who he is now. The thought makes me a little sick. “Come on. Let’s go have breakfast. You need to fuel up for the day I have in mind for you.”

“What kind of day?”

“I don’t want to spoil it. Just don’t expect to wear much clothing.”

Fuck my life.

Seriously.

Watching these two glare back and forth would almost be funny if it wasn’t so stupid. I like Mark’s temper, his fire. Jamie and Mark together, though . . . This is a disaster waiting to happen. I knew Jamie wouldn’t be happy about Mark sleeping over for the weekend. Nothing makes Jamie happy anymore, though, so he can just deal for a couple of days. Jamie gets mad when he runs out of weed, wakes up in the morning, if the sky is blue, the carpet in the living room isn’t perfectly straight. “Hours,” Jamie growls. “Fucking hours.”

“No one said you needed to listen to it, pervert.”

“So, I’m supposed to wear headphones the entire time Mark is here?”

“Yeah, maybe. Try a gag while you’re at it.” I smile, spooning cereal into my mouth. “Glad we solved that problem.” Because I’m certainly going to figure out how many times my gorgeous boyfriend can come today.

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