Page 45 of Twisted Minds

Yet . . .

I don’t want to stop him. There’s an echo of something that makes me want to keep going. Some promise of pleasure peeking out from behind all the pain. Rubbing my thighs, Hunter kisses me, and I claw at his back as he pushes further in. “I’m in.” The sound he makes when he’s fully inside nearly ends me. With so much awe in those brown eyes he bites the corner of his lip. “Fuck, you feel incredible. You did so well for me.” Pausing to let me adjust, he kisses me, and I almost forget about the pain with his lips on mine and his hand wrapped around my dick. My hand comes up to cup his jaw, feeling the soft hairs of his beard. He is a lot, but it starts to feel different. With my legs around his waist, I hum as he flexes inside me. There’s something there. Something I want to see through. “You okay?”

I nod. “Sorry I’m weird.”

Hunter smiles widely, kissing my forehead. “I like your weird.”

I hold on to his forearms and look down between our bodies. “Go slow.”

Rolling his hips back, he thrusts into me, knocking the air out of my lungs, but he doesn’t stop kissing me . . . distracting me. I relax, groaning against him and moaning louder with every languid roll of his hips. “Okay?”

“Better.” Much better. Steadily, he rocks into me, and my choked gasps morph into little moans. He winds his arms around me. The contact is so intimate and foreign, I cling to him, turning into his neck and inhaling his scent. I need more. Hunter must read my mind, as he rises onto his knees and picks up thepace. Reluctantly I let him go and drink him in as he fucks me. Broad and built, each line, curve, and muscle of his body honed to perfection. Dark hair dusts his pecs, spilling down his abs in a delicious line I want to trace with my tongue. I reach out to touch him, in awe of him.

Hunter is so different than what I’m used to, and I crave him. “Better?”

“So much better,” I admit, and with that Hunter picks up the pace while I chase the heat pooling in my stomach. When he pushes in harder, I clench around him. The searing pain disappears into a mixture of fullness and pleasure that makes my skin heat and my body ache.

Hunter smooths his hands up my thighs to grip my hips. I’m confused and a little nervous as he tugs me down onto the pillow more, changing the angle of my hips. He drives into me, and I shatter. “Holy shit!” My back arches. I clutch my side. With each drag of his cock against that spot I’m going to lose my mind. “There! Oh, I get it now! I so fucking get it.” I choke. Holding on to his forearms while he fucks me just the way I need. Loud moans spill out of my mouth. My stomach tightens. I feel him everywhere. “This is insane.” Holy shit. With a groan, I try to bite my lip, but it feels so good I can’t help myself. I’m moaning, crying out, at one point I think I fucking whimper. I hope Jamie has headphones on. “Close.”

Racked with feeling, I grab my cock, pumping as he fucks me with zero restraint. “Fuck, baby, look at you. Your body is made for mine.”

“I need it. Fuck, I need something.” My nails bite into his forearm, my other hand sloppily stroking myself. “I’m going to come. Harder. Harder.” Our skin collides with a loud snap, and I shake, coming so hard I see stars. Hunter collapses on top of me, burying his face in my neck, his hips rutting into me. Warmth fills the condom inside me, and I feel a kiss under my ear. Igrab him to me, soothing my hands up his back, into his hair, holding him to me. I fucking live here now, owned by the man idly rocking inside me. My palms slide down his back, grabbing his ass feeling it flex with each lazy thrust. I live here now. I don’t want him to move, to leave me. I tremble slightly, clinging to him. He kisses my neck, then pulls up, kissing my jaw, the corner of my mouth. “Seems like you really hated that.” He laughs softly.

“I hope your walls are thick.”

He snorts. “I think he’d have heard us in a soundproof chamber.”

“Asshole.” Kissing my nose, he slips out slowly—’kay, did not like that feeling—then taking off the condom, he goes to his dresser and pulls out a small gym towel. After cleaning me up, he throws it in the hamper beside me before sliding into bed. “Was it okay?”

I roll to face him. My legs are definitely out of commission for the time being. Holy fuck, that was unreal. “Amazing.”

“I was worried I broke you.” Searching his eyes, I want to stay here like this. I want a million moments just like this one.

“It was not great at first. Then it was unreal.” Right now, looking at Hunter, I know what I have to do. I need to end this. I need to find a way to get Derrick to admit what he did, because this right here . . . this is everything. Hunter is everything. “It’s the best sex I’ve ever had,” I admit, swallowing past the lump forming in my throat.

“You okay?” Hunter cups my face, soothing my cheek. “Really, if I hurt you—”

“It’s fine. I’m fine.” Fuck, why do I feel like crying? “It’s just a lot.” I’m terrified. Hunter may by some miracle forgive me if I explain, but I’m not so sure. I’ve done Derrick’s bidding even if I don’t want to. I’m still guilty of hiding the truth from him.

I pack all that bullshit aside, because despite Derrick’s blackmail this right here is so fucking real. It’s the realest thing I’ve ever felt in my life. Laying my head on his chest, exhaustion hits me hard, and I let the rhythm of his heart and warm body lull me slowly to sleep.

seventeen

Hunter

“Oh my god.” Mark groans while stretching himself awake.

I can’t help the cocky grin that springs to my lips. Last night had been fucking world awakening—Mark’s lips, his hands, his sweet body—it had been heaven. And okay, sure, being the first person to ever fuck him stroked my ego. I will replay last night in my mind forever.

Even if he is currently going to kill me. “I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not,” he whines.

“Would it help if I said it gets easier?”

“There will never be anything easy about taking your giant dick.”

I roll over to face him, not being able to resist. Fuck, he’s sexy. And I can smell my body wash all over his skin, from the shower we took last night after Mark regained use of his legs. Thankfully Jamie had been nowhere to be seen, and I didn’t hear him while we were in the shower. “So sexy.” Mark glares as I kiss hismouth. “I can kiss it better if you’d like.” That glare morphs into something with so much heat behind it.

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