Page 17 of Twister

Holy shit, was he finally giving in? Letting go of his hang-up about the difference between our ages?

Even though I felt my hand involuntarily flex against his knee, I stilled, scared that if I made any sort of sudden movement, I’d lose the ground we’d gained.

“No one’s ever called me beautiful before,” I murmured, flickering my gaze between his eyes and his mouth that I suddenly and desperately wanted to taste again.

“They’re all fools,” he said softly, leaning forward until his lips tenderly pressed against mine.

Embarrassingly, I squeaked in surprise as Daniel slowly and gently pushed me back on to the sofa until I lay lengthways on it.

The remote clattered to the floor when he stretched out above me, but neither of us cared.

My eyelids fluttered shut as I melted under him, my hands quickly finding their way up his back to draw him down closer to me.

My lips parted, and his tongue wasted no time in licking its way in to meet mine.

I felt his body shift as he relaxed on top of me, even though he was still leaning a little to the side to spare me from his full weight.

His lips gently caressed mine, his beard tickling my chin enough that I was sure if we continued to kiss like this, the beard burn he’d leave on me would be immense.

When he rolled his hips against mine, I groaned at the feeling of his hard length rubbing through his jeans and mine to massage my own throbbing cock. “Oh sweet baby Zeus….”

He pulled back enough to position me exactly where he wanted me. “You like that, beautiful?” He rolled his hips again, making my head tip back in pleasure, my mouth opening wide to let out a silent moan. “You like how ravenous you’re making me?”

My knees parted quickly and easily, allowing him to settle between my legs, where I hoped he’d want to live for the foreseeable future.

I planted my feet flat on the sofa cushions and used the leverage to thrust up against him, my hands shifting down to his ass to hold him steady so we could grind against each other.

Still leaning to one side, his fingers gripped my T-shirt and pushed it up so he could pinch my nipple.

“Look at you, how gorgeous you are. You think you could take my huge cock? You’re such a tiny little thing.

I bet I’d ruin you. I’d wreck your hole so you’d never want anyone else. You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?”

I moaned as I convulsed under him, squirming as he continued to grind against me, his hips circling and pressing against all my good spots. Christ, I hadn’t realized that Daniel could talk like that. If he kept at it, he’d make me come. And I wanted more. So much more.

He buried his face into my neck to nip at my pulse point. “Fuck…. You’ve been teasing me so much these last couple of days. Ever since I first saw you at the gas station. Can I truly have you? Such a pretty little cocktease. You have no idea how much I want you right now.”

Oh God. The things he was saying, the way they were turning me on…. My hands let go of their grip on his ass and dove between us, scrambling at the button and zip of his jeans. “Please!”

He licked and sucked at my neck while he lifted his hips enough for me to open his pants and push them and his boxers down. “Good…. Get me free. Just like that. Now you, beautiful.”

The backs of my fingers brushed against his hard, thick cock as I targeted my pants next.

The heat from his length was scorching, making me desperate to feel him against me.

Throbbing and pulsing in me. My hands were shaking as I scrambled, nearly yanking my zipper apart in my need to get closer.

I whimpered when my pants refused to cooperate.

“Shh….” With one last suck at my collarbone, he lifted enough so he could look down between us.

“Relax, beautiful. It’s okay. I’ve got you.

” His calloused fingers ran down my arm, stilling my frantic movements, until my hands settled on his hips.

Tugging at my zipper, he lowered the tab with ease, then pushed my pants and boxer briefs down my thighs.

“There we go. That wasn’t so bad, was it? ”

“What…? But…?” I looked up at him in a confused daze. Why wasn’t he pushing my pants down all the way? Wasn’t he going to fuck me? I’d roll over for him as soon as he got my pants free, but he wasn’t pushing them down. What was happening? “You don’t want to fuck me?”

“Oh, you perfect, gorgeous man. I can’t wait.

You’ve got me so close already with all your little sounds, making me want you so bad.

” He thrust his bare cock against mine, and the heat was everything I’d been expecting it to be.

Precum slathered between us, making each glide slippery as hell. “You can come like this, can’t you?”

“Oh God!” At the very idea of coming hands-free, my hands were on the move again, clamping down on his ass to force him to keep thrusting against me.

Bracing himself enough to rise above me, he pulled his shirt up to get it out of the way before his hand dove down between us and seized my cock, sliding his grip down my length once before loosening his hold.

Just as I was about to question what the hell he was thinking letting me go, I felt his cock snug against mine.

His huge hand was barely big enough to wrap around both of our cocks, and he wasted no time in jerking us simultaneously.

Finding our rhythm, we thrust together into his tight fist, his thumb sweeping over our heads to steal our combined precum to lube the way.

With every roll of our hips, I held him closer, one hand clamped on his ass, the other roaming his back, pushing his shirt up further on every pass.

I felt my nails digging into his skin as he shuddered on top of me, which only brought me closer to the edge.

“I’m close,” I panted when I felt the telltale tingles at the base of my spine.

Not stopping his movements at all, he grunted and nodded.

His face was back in the crook of my neck to nuzzle me, his beard softly tickling my bare skin.

Nibble, suck, lick—every movement of his teeth and tongue shot pure ecstasy through my veins.

I felt him stutter once before he lifted his head enough to say, “Come for me, beautiful.”

His command was my undoing. My body convulsed as I let out a long whine, my cock throbbing in his firm grip as I erupted. Hot streaks of cum poured over my stomach, painting me with white.

Daniel groaned loudly before he tensed, his own cock thickening, then pulsing as he kept jerking us together until we were both completely spent and twitching from a combination of aftershocks and sensitivity.

With little concern to the mess between us, he collapsed on top of me with a happy and content sigh, and I welcomed his weight and the way it grounded me.

My fingers tentatively traced up his back now that the high of our combined orgasms was slowly disappearing and reality was settling back in.

Did he regret what we’d just done? I certainly didn’t, but I knew how hard he’d fought this attraction between us.

It was possible that he only saw this as a quick release of tension after an incredibly charged evening.

It might be exactly what I was looking for and needed, but was it the same for him?

His hot breath tickled me before he pressed his lips to my skin in a sweet, relaxed, and gentle kiss. Rising above me on shaky arms, he looked me in the eyes, a wide, soft smile on his face that was warmed by his pink cheeks. “You’re absolutely perfect, you know that?”

A slow smile spread over my face as I let out a relieved breath that all my worries were over nothing, and then I leaned up to kiss him.

It was only meant to be a quick peck, but Daniel sighed into my lips and deepened the kiss quickly.

His lips worked gently against mine in a soft graze, heightened by his beard scratching against my chin.

Eventually, he pulled back and kneeled on the sofa between my splayed legs so he could tug his shirt off to wipe us both down with.

The warmth in his eyes as he gazed down at me made me feel wanted all over again, even more so when he gently tucked my spent cock away and zipped me back up before straightening my shirt, then tucking himself away.

“Is it wrong if I want to cuddle a bit longer?” I asked him, my fingers twitching with the desire to draw him close again. The TV glow from the paused movie remained the only light in the room, and it reflected off the side of Daniel’s face as he scrunched his shirt and tossed it to the side.

“No,” he said quietly, placing one hand on the sofa cushions next to my shoulder, then the other until he was able to lower himself against the back of the sofa so his head could rest on my shoulder.

He toyed with the buttons on my shirt as his body relaxed next to mine.

“I was thinking the same. Did you want to finish the movie? I think there’s about an hour or so left. ”

My fingers grazed his back as I hummed happily, comfortable and sated. “That sounds perfect.” My hand stilled as the logistics of restarting the movie caught up with me. “Where’s the remote?”

His fingers froze before he groaned and spread his hand on my chest. “I think it’s on the floor, but I really can’t be fucked looking for it. I’m too comfortable.”

“Mm, I can’t say I disagree.” I relaxed against him, my fingertips on the move once more. “Fuck it. Let’s just lie here for a little while longer. Deal?”

“Deal.”