Twisted Together (10 page)

Him
and I are the same. We're both sick for each other.

He
just knew it first.

Kris
was wide-eyed, eyebrows touching his hairline. It gave me a funny
sort of pleasure, knowing I'd surprised him. I gleaned a moment of
having the upper-hand, a moment that didn't last. Releasing my arms,
he hooked fingers in my shirt buttons. The sound of cloth tearing
filled the dark room. That shirt had been expensive, yet Kris didn't
give a shit. Money was nothing to him. He had what he needed, he'd
even gone so far as to shrug off the chance to have more. What he
sought was flesh and blood, the way I moaned at how he nibbled my
collar bone.

I
pushed my trembling hands onto his shoulders, my body wilting at his
expert touch. Why had I wanted to fight this? I couldn't remember any
longer. I cared about hot breath and hard teeth. I hungered to have
my cock touched. Even feeling the firm shape of his bumping my hip
was making me fumble.

He
slid down my stomach, exploring with his lips. His hair was so soft
in my palms. I grabbed it harder when he crushed my ass in his hands,
forcing me to lunge into him. “You're so fucking hard,”
he said, chuckling at the observation. “I might be harder,
though.”

Squeezing
my eyes, I saw spots. His words were liquor.

“
Jack,”
he said softly, talking into my pelvis. I felt his voice rumble into
my core. “You want this too, don't you?”

“
God—I
do.” It wasn't a lie, I couldn't lie any more.

As
if it was all he needed, he spun me around, shoving my chest into the
wall. My manhood pulsed, crushing on the harder surface. With ease,
he pulled my shirt the rest of the way off. The jingle of his belt
buckle was music in my ears. Gliding his hands over my shoulders, my
spine, he hooked thumbs in my pants. Reaching around deftly, he
removed my button and clasp in a single flick. Pure pleasure roared
in me while he guided my trousers down my legs.

Groaning,
neck tight, I pushed my forehead on the cool wall. It was damn near
chilly next to my melting skin. I was exposed in just my tight black
briefs, and when Kris rubbed up behind me, I knew he was similar. In
just our underwear, we pushed close.

The
rigid heat of his cock through his boxers slid along the crack of my
ass. The temperature was a furnace, the material might as well have
not been there.
I
want it gone,
I
thought to myself.
Fuck,
I want to actually feel his skin on me. I'm done, I'm god damn done.

Kris
was patient, despite his earlier words. Calmly, he slid himself along
my muscles. Each swing of his hips made me ache more. Long fingers
slipped around my stomach, teasing down to the elastic band of my
briefs. Thumbing it, he snapped the cloth and laughed. “You're
going nuts, aren't you?”

“
Yes!
Stop teasing me, it's cruel!”

He
kissed my shoulder, turning from gentle lips to razor fangs. “Maybe
I
like
cruel.” As my cock twitched, he grabbed it through my boxers.
My cry of delight, of distress, was pathetic. “Hell, I think
you like it when I'm a bit cruel.”

He's
right, I... god. What is it about him?
Kris
owned me like no one ever had. It was an experience I'd never chased,
never considered wanting. Now that I knew what it was like, I could
never go back.

Languidly
he pumped me through the cloth. Dragging a finger tip over the bulge,
he explored the wet spot from my dripping precum. I was soaking right
through.

His
other hand left me, I understood why; he'd taken off his briefs.
Warm, plush, his bare cock rose over my lower back. Poking me, he
shoved himself against my covered ass. “I'm guessing you've
never been fucked by a man, correct?”

Fear
and passion slammed my heart together. “No, I—no.”
Oh
god, but I had to know it was his plan.

He
yanked my boxers down without pretense. Air tickled me, growing as he
kicked my heels apart. I was vulnerable, trapped between his
ember-red prick and the unyielding wall. I heard him spit, then
again. All the while, my chest thrummed like a bird.

Placing
his thumbs on my rear cheeks, he spread me like a book. Everything in
me went tight, my teeth creaking from the pressure. “Relax,”
he instructed me. “I don't want this to hurt.”

“
It's
going
to hurt,” I said flatly. I wasn't stupid.

His
silence was a heavy agreement.

Nimble
fingers slid over me, gliding along the track of sensitive skin. He
traced up and down, brushing in circles towards my puckered asshole.
I was too aware, hyper-sensitive to what he was doing. The sound of
my breathing was labored.

When
Kris finally settled his thumb-pad on my crinkled entrance, he did
nothing. I'd been bracing myself for his intrusion. One beat, two
beats, I waited, holding in my air.
What
is he thinking? Why the hesitance?

It
wasn't hesitance at all. Kris reached around, grasping my raging cock
by the base. It made me startle, but I didn't move far; there was no
where to go. Petting my asshole, tickling every nerve there, he began
jerking me off with eagerness.

Flooding
with pleasure, pressure building behind my eyes, in my balls, I
shuddered through a moan. It was so simple for him to take away my
worries. He replaced my thoughts with flames, with glowing energy
that threatened to burst.

By
the time Kris pushed his thumb harder on my asshole, I was rocking my
hips like a creature in heat. The wetness of his own saliva made it
smooth. Almost accidentally, as I gyrated backwards in my wanton
thrusts, he dug his finger deep inside of me. “Ah!” I
gasped, closing my eyes tight. I'd never had anything in me, not even
as an experiment.

He
was stretching me only slightly, hardly moving at all. For my virgin
entrance, it was like being massaged from the inside. I was acutely
aware of everything he did. I couldn't turn off the part of me that
was both excited and humiliated by what was happening.

Another
man was jerking me off, someone who was burying a thumb in my
asshole. Most of all, I burned at the realization it was driving me
wild. Whimpering, I slid forward into his squeezing fist, then back
onto his probing thumb. No matter where I went, Kris had a hold of
me.

“
Good,”
he said, the word almost growled. Leaning into me, Kris's body heat
came off in waves. He was losing his control, desperately wanting to
let himself loose on my body. “You're doing so
good
.
Relax a bit more, there.” Swirling his finger in me, he
explored my inner walls. I rippled, clenched him, then again as he
chuckled. “Fuck, you're tight, Jack.”

I
was boiling, my balls heavy with their need to cum. Kris slid out of
me, eliciting a moan.
I
sound like a whore. He's making me insane!
Again,
I heard him spitting. Two fingers made tiny swirls over the bundle of
nerves on my rear. Then, with less preparation than the first time,
he pushed them in. They were much bigger, sending quivers of delight
to my brain. In Kris's grip, my cock surged. I'd never felt so... so
full
.
He was controlling me, taking the parts he wanted, making them his.

Together
we rocked, his fingers worming away. He curled them, stroking deeply.
I couldn't bite my tongue or block my cries. Sobbing, panting, I hung
my head and endured the maddening pleasure. Each stroke of my prick
stole my identity. Every pump of his fingers in my ass bared me more
to him. Kris would decided what slices of me to keep. The rest, he'd
already shown he could easily mold.

“
Oh,
fuck,” I mumbled, mouth hanging open. I could feel the tingles
of orgasm, especially when he reached down, cupping my sack. If he
kept going, I knew I'd be a screaming mess, twitching on his digits
and cumming over his hand.
I'd
said I wouldn't do this, I said I'd fight.

Why
did I want to fight?

Kris
yanked his fingers out of me, causing me to shout in surprised
distress. How could he fucking
do
that to me, just when I'd started to become addicted to the feeling?
Turning my head, snarling and ready to yell at him, I never got so
far. He coiled his grip into my hair, smashing my cheek hard on the
wall. The sound, the violence, the pure animal rage... it shut me up.

“
Don't
be so greedy,” he admonished me. The low burn in his voice was
the red and black of dying coals. “I can't be patient any
longer, I need to fuck you. God, do I ever need to fuck you, Jack.”

I
was one giant shiver.

Plump,
far bigger than his fingers, the slippery tip of his cock prodded my
hole. Like he expected me to struggle, he kept one hand buried in my
hair, holding me against the wall. He let my manhood go, leaving me
even more unsatisfied. I was glad, though. It meant he was more
careful, guiding himself with his hand into my saturated asshole.

I
knew how big he was, I'd sucked him off last night. He'd hurt my jaw,
how could I ever fit him in my sphincter? Happy to show me, Kris sank
in further, spreading me to the point of burning pain. It was sharp
as a knife, digging in my guts. Still he kept entering me, the ridge
of his head popping past my ring of muscle. It was as if he was
locking himself inside of me, too thick to withdraw with how I
squeezed down in my nerves.

He
rumbled in my ear, bit down on my shoulder. That hurt, too, but it
could never distract from the sensation of being impaled. Thick,
running with pumping veins, his cock dared to grow inside of me inch
by inch. I imagined it was getting
bigger
somehow, stretching me beyond logic.

My
precum dripped, tickling my inner thigh as it fell. The ache in my
balls was immense, warring with the wildness of another man shoving
his dick into me. Finally, soft pubic hair brushed my skin; Kris was
in me completely.

Puffing
against my throat, he brought his free hand back around. It glided on
my hip, then enslaved my dick. Without moving his own body, Kris
resumed stroking my massive erection. The onslaught of having my ass
so stuffed, my cock pumped again, sent me back to the cliff of
orgasm. “Oh, shit,” I said between my rapid heaves.

Inside
of me, Kris flexed. That was too much, I wiggled and felt the first
hint of how he would feel when he fucked me. He sensed it, too, and
the temptation broke him first. Crushing me on the wall, he started
withdrawing his girth.

The
flashes of discomfort became ripples of stress. It
hurt
,
it fucking hurt. He was too big for my virgin ass to take easily. The
single motion of pulling out, his head just hovering inside of me,
was torture.