Page 23 of Twister

The schwip , schwip , schwip of my palm on my cock echoed around the room, intermingling with his continued moans and words of praise, creating a filthy cacophony of sounds that I knew would be playing in my fantasies for years to come.

I timed each of my strokes with every bob of my head, occasionally taking him too deep and triggering my gag reflex before pulling off to take a strangled breath, then diving back in once I had enough oxygen to keep going.

It was in one of these brief interludes when Daniel let out a long, loud groan before he pulled his cock away from my mouth so I wouldn’t try to take him deep again and wrapped his thumb and forefinger firmly around the base.

I whined at the loss and stared longingly at the deep red head, shiny with my spit.

“Fuck, your mouth is divine. Up here, gorgeous. Let’s get you on the bed. I want to taste you too.”

At the thought of him sucking me, I felt my cock jerk and the start of the tingling at the base of my spine, letting me know my orgasm wasn’t far away.

I gripped the base of my dick hard to stop my climax in its tracks, because now that he’d put the idea in my head, I wanted his lips wrapped around my cock more than I needed my next breath.

I scrambled to my feet and took a step toward his bed before I remembered that I hadn’t stepped out of my pants. Thankfully, he caught me by the elbow when I stumbled, and we spent the next few seconds divesting me of all my clothes.

Once I was naked, Daniel stepped back and let his gaze sweep over me from head to toe and back again, his eyes growing impossibly darker until there was almost no color left in his irises. “Beautiful.”

A shiver went down my spine at this simple declaration of what he saw as fact.

No one had ever called me beautiful before, and the raw heat with which he’d said it filled me with such warmth, such longing for something, I wasn’t even aware I was missing it until the moment I felt it swell inside me.

Hope.

Hope that my life wasn’t as bland or as boring as I thought it had been.

Hope that if Daniel could see me as beautiful, then maybe, sometime in the future, I could bring myself to see that too.

Hope that life could be more.

More than what it had been up to this point. More than I’d expected it would be in the future.

Just… more.

A sense of rightness enveloped me as my thoughts whirled. This was exactly where I was supposed to be. Fate had delivered me to Daniel, and some small part of the universe was thrilled with that decision.

Words had never been my strong suit when it came to sex.

Where Daniel’s words ranged from waxing poetic about my talents to saying filthy things like calling me his “pretty little cocktease,” my love language was touch.

So, in response to his calling me “beautiful,” I stepped toward him and slowly ran my hands down his chest, feeling his muscles twitch under every movement.

Nudging him toward his bed, I gently pushed him down until he was sitting on the edge and gazing up at me with hearts in his eyes.

His palms ran up my thighs, squeezing and kneading and making me groan with want.

I leaned down until my lips met his and coaxed him to shuffle back into the middle of the bed so he could lie flat. “You want to taste me?”

Without breaking eye contact, Daniel nodded eagerly. “Yes, gorgeous. I want your delicious cock in my mouth so I can suck and slurp and swallow you down until you give up what belongs to me. I’m ravenous for it.”

Logically, I knew he meant he wanted my cum, but a small part of me wondered if he meant my soul. At this point, I wasn’t sure if I could have denied him if he’d asked for it.

Another tiny part of me rang alarm bells at the errant thought, reminding me that this was way too soon to be thinking about anything other than a prolonged hookup. You’re leaving Rockdale in a few months, remember?

I shook my head to dispel the reality check and let myself be carried ever forward to more.

With Daniel’s head now resting on his pillow, I shifted until I was lying on my side next to him, my head level with his cock, and his head level with mine.

As one, we reached for each other’s straining lengths and stroked once, groaning in unison at the shared touches.

I held his cock against my lips, licking at his slit, before I opened my mouth and sucked on his head, smiling around him when I heard him gasp. My hand wrapped around him, and I started jerking him with a light twist with every upstroke.

“Oh my God…,” he murmured, his hips giving an impulsive little twitch up before he regained control, groaned, then sucked me down.

The wet heat that engulfed my cock was incredible, and I couldn’t stop my head from rolling back and away from his stiff length as I let out a wanton groan of my own. “Yes….”

He hummed in agreement, the vibrations pulsing down my dick and going straight to my balls, now throbbing with need.

I wrapped the arm that was holding me up around his leg and pulled him closer to me, holding on to him when I lost all sense of gravity as he did exactly what he’d told me that he was going to do.

My other hand reached down and rested on his head, feeling him bob and twist. Following his rhythm, I sucked and licked and lapped until he popped off and said gruffly, “I’m close.”

The challenge set, I doubled down, sucking him like a vacuum, demanding he give me what I so desperately wanted. I hugged his leg harder, squeezing on every suckle down and releasing on each pull back, reminding myself that oxygen was not as necessary as the cum he’d warned me was so close.

I could breathe when I had my prize down my throat.

With renewed vigor, he attacked my cock with even more feverish sucks and swallows. When he pushed himself down until I felt my cock head breach his throat, I felt the tingles in my lower back bloom.

And then he swallowed.

His throat muscles tightened around me, and I was done, popping off his cock with a shout as I came down his throat, unable to hold off any longer.

Even as I continued to pulse into the delicious wet heat of his mouth, the instant I had two brain cells to rub together, I was back on his cock. He’d had his prize, and I wanted mine.

“Oh fuck…. Just like that, gorgeous. Christ, you’re such a good little cocksucker. Fuck….”

His praise was lighting me up from the inside, providing an exquisite chaser to the lingering effects of my orgasm. I felt his hand rest on my back as I continued sucking, not demanding in any way, more like he wanted the additional skin-on-skin connection.

Maybe I wasn’t the only one who thrived on touch.

With that thought, I spread my hand over his torso and roamed through his chest fuzz until I found one of his nipples. A flick earned me a garbled gasp, and a pinch had him lifting his hips off the mattress before his release poured down my throat.

I hummed happily as I swallowed each pulse, then drew back a little so I could catch some of his cum on my tongue. When his hips finally stopped twitching, I carefully lifted off him and turned around until I was hovering over him.

“Come here, beautiful.” He lifted his hands to hug me down to him, but I shook my head, holding up a finger to tell him to wait a moment.

After he tilted his head to the side in curiosity, I tapped his lips, then mine.

He opened, then groaned as I let his cum dribble from my mouth into his before chasing his lips with a messy kiss.

His fingers threaded through my hair and held me in place as he ravished my mouth, licking every trace of cum from me that he could find.

When we finally parted to suck in some much-needed air, he let his head fall back onto the pillow and smiled. “You’re my kind of filthy, aren’t you, gorgeous?”

Humming in agreement, I settled next to him, my head on his shoulder and my arm resting over his stomach, still heaving for each breath. “Maybe.”

“Good.” His fingers trailed up and down my back as our breathing settled.

“Gimme a minute… recover feeling in my legs,” I mumbled to him. “I’ll get dressed… back to my room… avoid Rose….”

And then there was nothing but darkness as sleep took me.