Page 43 of Twisted Mates

The second orgasm that rocks through me leaves my muscles aching. My entire body goes limp. Like Xander knows what I need, his tongue moves in languid strokes over me, each lick sending a sizzle of electricity through me. This is what they meant when they coined the phraseturned on. I’m alight for Xander.

My entire body twitches, suddenly so sensitive that I’m afraid I’ll be gearing up for a third orgasm if he doesn’t stop touching me. But I don’t want him to stop. It’s actually terrifying how much I like his hands and mouth on me.

“You okay, baby?” he asks, interrupting my thoughts as he moves up my body, kissing my bare stomach before lowering my shirt, then kissing across my collarbone and then finally up to my lips. And when he kisses me, I taste myself.

I don’t even get to answer his question. The semblance of control I had and the fatigue I’d been feeling disappears, and I snap. I’mravenousfor him. Sitting up without breaking our kiss, I open to him and press my palms to his chest, pushing him backward so I can straddle his waist, groaning when I feel his erection straining against his zipper.

“Please, Xander. Let me touch you,” I beg against his lips.

“You don’t have to beg. Take what you want from me.”

If only he understood what those words do to me. For days, he has consumed every corner of my mind. I know another should be dwelling there, but it’s him. And now, he has offered himself up to me like a sacrifice. I plan to take his offering and indulge in it.

Grabbing the bottom of his shirt, I lift it up his torso. Every muscle is beautifully defined. My fingertips tingle with the need to trace the dips that run along his chest and abs. The tattoos that sweep over his chest and run along his side are spectacular. One day, I plan to spend hours studying them, but tonight, I want my hands on the man below me.

Xander raises his arms over his head, allowing me to undress him. I don’t hesitate to drop my mouth to the bottom of his sternum. His skin tastes like sweet spice with a hint of something woodsy. I drag my tongue over him, unable to get enough. It should be a crime for a man to be so addicting in every way.

He brushes my hair to the side, watching as I create a trail of kisses and licks over his stomach and chest. “That tongue of yours is going to be the death of me, Alexia,” he says, his voice gruff with desire.

I look up at him through my lashes without stopping my journey over his skin, merely giving him a wink before popping the button on his jeans. He groans and squirms underneath me, but I don’t stop. He gave me permission to touch him, to take what I wanted, and I’m going to do that until he tells me he doesn’t want me to anymore. And based on what I see when I pull his cock from his boxer briefs, hedefinitelywants me to.

“Fuck,” I blurt. I knew he was big from touching him over his clothes the other night, but this...thisis different. I’ve never seenanything like Xander Slade in my entire life. And I don’t know if I can take him the way I want to.

He smirks, pushing my hair out of my face and tipping my chin up to look at him. “What is it, baby?”

“You’re... I mean, I don’t want to sound likethat person, but you’re huge, okay?” I say, a laugh slipping through my lips.

Thankfully, he joins me, making me feel better about losing my cool. But then, he takes my hand in his, wrapping it around his shaft. We take in sharp breaths in unison as I grip him in my fist and begin to pump him.

“Just do what you feel comfortable with, Alexia. This right here would be enough,” he says.

I chuckle and my tongue darts out to wet my lips. “It’s cute that you think that.” And with a deep breath, I dip my head and wrap my lips around the head of his cock. I revel in the way he hisses and gathers my hair into a ponytail at the back of my head, and that empowers me to slide my mouth further down, swirling my tongue around his shaft.

The way my lips stretch around him and the tip of him touches the back of my throat only urges me on. Everything about this man is overpowering. I love the way it feels to be at his mercy as he thrusts his hips and pushes deeper into my mouth. I’ve never thought of myself as being someone who likes being dominated. I’ve always wanted to have some control. But not tonight. I want him to take over, to bend me to his will.

“This sweet little mouth was made for my cock, Alexia. You are so pretty when you try to take me deeper.”

I come off of him with a pop, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “Lay me down and fuck my mouth, Xander.”

All expression drains from his face, and I question if I’ve crossed a line. He was giving me the vibe that he liked things a bit wild. Maybe I read him all wrong. I open my mouth to apologize, but the words never leave me.

Xander sits up and wraps his hand around the back of my neck. He squeezes as he pulls me so close our lips brush as he says, “You want me to fuck this pretty mouth?”

Relief washes over me, and I nip at his bottom lip. “Yes. Please. I want to feel every inch of you down my throat.”

“I’m going to punish you for those dirty words.”

The threat does nothing but turn me on more.

“Go ahead. I welcome it,” I say, and before I can even finish the sentence, he jerks the blanket, with me on it, all the way to the edge of the truck bed. I squeal as he spins me around with zero effort, as though I weigh no more than a sack of potatoes.

“Be careful, little wolf. You might just bite off more than you can chew,” he says. “Hang your head off the edge of the bed. You want me to fuck this mouth? I’m going to do it right.”

I clench my thighs together at the commanding tone he’s taking with me. It’s exactly what I want. I’veneverwanted this with a man before. Ever. But with Xander, it’severything.

I scoot to the end and hang my head like he said, my hair cascading down like a waterfall. He aligns my mouth to where his cock is waiting, hard and glistening both with his arousal and my saliva from before.

“You sure this is what you want, Alexia?” he whispers, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my temple.

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