Page 1 of Twisted Minds

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Mark

“Oh fuuuck. Yes. Yes. Harder!”

Noah slams back onto my cock, nearly knocking the air out of me. Holy shit. This is unreal. His ass is unreal, squeezing me so sweetly. I slide deeper, groaning at the way his walls grip me, and try to match his pace. His stamina is always insane but tonight it’s on a whole different level. I’m not sure what has him so worked up. Can’t say I don’t love it but damn, let me breathe. I’m getting winded fast. I’m not exactly what you’d call athletic. I breathe heavily, wiping sweat off my forehead.

If we keep fucking at this pace, I’m going to pass out.

Looking down, I watch where our bodies connect andoof, yes, there it is. Hello there second wind. “You’re so fucking tight, so fucking pretty.”

Noah pushes back on me, hugging me in his heat. My eyes roll back. I bite my lip. I’m going to blow. Holy shit, what’s come over him? I try to hold off my orgasm but goddamn, I’m only human.I squeeze his ass, watching the way it jiggles when it collides with my hips. It’s sinful. “Harder!”

“How much harder can I go?!” My hips will be bruised tomorrow. Unlike Noah, I have no padding. Despite trying to bulk up, I’m skin and bones. I don’t have much cushion to work with.

“Figure it out,” he groans, as his fingers squeeze my sheets. I watch his muscles bunch in his back. Noah is gorgeous, I can’t deny it, no matter how much he irritates me sometimes.

With curly brown hair, bright green eyes, and pretty red lips that promise very naughty things, I can’t resist him. Noah and I met late last year and have pretty much fucked on and off since then, forming a friendship with this very hot benefit.

Digging my fingers into his hips, I watch the way his ass bounces. Damn, I have to admire him. He’s shorter than me by nearly six inches with a toned, gorgeous body—like a runner or swimmer. His creamy skin feels so fucking soft and his ass is the thing dreams are made of.

Planting one foot on the bed, I change the angle, driving deeper into him and forcing the most debauched noises from his lips. The sound goes straight to my balls. His fingers white-knuckle my blankets. “That! There. Yes! Finally,” he pants. Reaching under himself, he strokes his cock. “I’m close.”

Sliding my hands up his body, I guide him up and back against my chest. His hand picks up speed on his cock, and my balls pull tight to my body. “Fuck, I’m gonna come, Noah.” Moving his hand away, I replace it with mine, stroking him fast and fucking into him without restraint. He tightens like a vise. Velvet heat hugs my cock, making my eyes pinch closed. My balls tingle as pleasure races up my spine. “Fuck I’m, I’m—”

I bite down on his neck and Noah cries out, coming onto my bedsheets. I don’t even have time to be annoyed by the mess asmy orgasm slams into me. “Let me come in this tight little hole,” I growl into his ear.

“Absolutely not!” he snaps, pushing back at my thighs.

Worth a shot. Sighing, I let him go, and he falls forward, catching himself with his hands. “Spread your ass for me.”

“You’re so annoying.” He does what I ask, though, exposing his gorgeous hole swollen from my use. I jerk myself as Noah’s finger dips inside.Okay, hot. “Come on me,” he moans dramatically, and I don’t care that it’s all for show.

“Fuck, Noah.” Ropes of cum land on his ass. It feels fucking amazing, but like always, the pleasure doesn’t last long and before I know it reality sets in. More and more the way I feel after takes away any fun we may have had. I don’t know why.

“Are you done?” His voice is muffled against my blankets.

“Yeah.” I slap his ass. “Do you always have to be so goddamn loud?”

“Don’t flatter yourself. They’re courtesy moans,” he snarks. “Get me a towel.”

“Get your own towel.”

Noah huffs, getting off my bed and going to the dresser to grab my wet wipes. “Here.” He hands me the package. “Be a gentleman.” Rolling my eyes, I snatch a wet wipe and clean him up. It’s the least I can do.

After I clean us both up, I grab my sweatpants and pull them on. Noah dresses, then runs his fingers through his hair and puts his glasses back on. I look at my bed.Dammit!Stripping my comforter off, I throw it in the hamper. I didnotwant to have to do laundry tomorrow. I should have put a sheet down, but it’s not exactly like I was thinking with the head on my shoulders when Noah texted me a couple of hours earlier. I grab a clean blanket, putting it on, and as soon as it’s down Noah gets back onto my bed. “What are you doing?”

“Lying down. I’m exhausted.”

Here we go again. “I want to go to sleep.”

“Then lie down and sleep.”

I do not need this right now. At what point did Noah stop taking hints? We’ve been fucking around for a while now but lately something’s changed with us. I’m not sure what, I just know I don’t like it.

Over the summer we talked constantly. Noah lives outside of Manhattan, and I live in a small town about an hour from here, so we didn’t see each other much but we talked every day. Since we got back to school, though, something has shifted between us—Noah’s getting clingy. I’m afraid somewhere along the way he’s gained feelings, and I just can’t handle that. I like what we have.

“You know I don’t do sleepovers. You know this.” I’ve been so clear, but lately Noah finds ways to push, and I don’t want him to get confused about what this is between us. I’ve always refused to let him sleep here. It’s too intimate. We fuck, then we’re done.

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