Twisted Hunger (The Twisted Duet Book 1) by Stacy Rush

Author:Stacy Rush [Rush, Stacy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Stacy Rush
Published: 2024-02-01T18:30:00+00:00

Something warm weighs down on me, and I snuggle in deeper, trying to keep the warmth. Light filters into the room, indicating that morning has come. With it, thoughts of the night before flood my memory, and I feel my eyes sting once again. When movement jars my back, I realize I'm not in bed alone, and my eyes pop open.

A strong arm is draped over my waist, holding me against a hard chest. The scent of my surroundings tells me enough that I know I'm in Beau's room. I turn to my other side and bury my face into his bare chest, breathing him in as much as possible.

A low chuckle rumbles his chest, "Good morning, Ry."

"Morning…" I whisper.

I can't believe I'm here, in Beau's room with him! How is this possible? I'm sure Bain is livid as hell, but I don't give a flying shit at the moment. I need this. I need Beau like I need air to breathe. Too much has happened in the little time he's been home, and I want to cherish these few stolen moments with him.

"Merry Christmas, Ryan," Beau says softly before I feel his lips pressing against my head.

"Shit," I curse. "I forgot all about it being Christmas…"

"It's okay," he chuckles, before his expression turns serious. "But I don't know how long we have before Bain comes pounding on the door."

I pull back and look into his stunning green eyes. "I didn't know you were coming home, so I didn't get you anything."

He shrugs. "Waking up with you in my arms is the only gift I need."

Suddenly, a hunger like I've never felt creeps between my legs, and I bite my bottom lip. "I think I may be able to do better than that…"

Without another word, I slip under the covers, pulling his boxers down as I go. I hear him groan above the covers, and I smile. Settling between his legs, I take his semi-erect morning wood into my hand, and I stroke it gently until it stands at full mast. The soft, petal-like texture over the hardness of his erection is a huge contradiction. Such a lethal weapon shouldn't feel as soft as it does. I wait until that little white bead of pre-cum appears before I lick the tip, savoring the taste that I've missed these past six months.

"Fuck, Ry…I've dreamed about having your mouth on me every day since I've been gone. It feels better than I remember!" Beau places his hand on my head, tangling his fingers in my hair, but doesn't try taking control.

That's what I love about him. He lets me have control for so long until he can't, and he takes over. Brock never gave me control; he just gagged and choked me from the get-go. His thought process was that if I was giving him head, then it was something that should be up to him as to how he fucked my mouth. I laughed at that and then I turned it around on him and said it should be the same when he’s going down on me.

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