Twisted Summer by Lucy V. Morgan Read Free Book Online

never really grow out of the teenage stupids.”
    I closed my eyes, not wanting to hear his next words. “And that’s what I am?”
    “No. No. Danni…you’re the least stupid thing I’ve done in a long time.”
    Gabe kissed me with the force one puts behind a knife to slice an apple, and I came apart in his hands, all sweetness and seed and flesh crushed in the melee. His hips settled above mine, my thighs splayed for him, and it already felt like we had no clothes on. I shocked myself with the speed of my desire and though I recognized it from making love with Esmé, this was a whole new world of want.
    “Danni,” he breathed. “I want…I want to be your first. Your first man.”
    The pulse at my throat sprung. What was happening to me? “Y-yes please.”
    He sucked at that same pulse point and I yelped loudly.
    “Nobody’s going to catch us, are they?”
    “Here?” He nuzzled along my jaw line and then looked me in the eye. “No, baby. We’re all alone.”
    “So…we can take our clothes off?”
    He laughed as he kissed me. “I plan on it.”
    He swept the food off the blanket with one arm and cradled me in the other. That chest came into view as he peeled his top off and he glowed in the melty evening sun. He was still on his knees as I stroked the cut muscles, marveling at the firmness of the sinew beneath. I’d never been this intimate with somebody who didn’t have breasts.
    “You like?”
    “I do.” I leaned forward to graze my teeth over his nipple. “You’re so…different…”
    Impatient as somebody half his age, he pawed me while I undressed. Groaned his approval. My breasts were barely free when he wrapped his arms around me, and then my fly came apart in his fingers, my shorts eased off.
    I lay beneath my not-uncle in nothing but my knickers. Help. Not that I wanted to stop, but just…help.
    He pressed his mouth over my breasts, gasping as I knotted my hands in his messed-up hair. His tongue was rougher than Esmé’s, his will tougher, and his body stronger still. I suddenly felt less like the girl who’d arrived, and a lot more like a young woman helpless under a very clever man. It was meant to be frightening, this feeling that my lover was stronger than me. It should have conjured memories from the self-defense class I took in Year Nine, made my fingers clench to fists and my knee raise towards his groin, but this was not like that. I’d barely known him days; who was this Danni and where had she come from?
    I helped him out of his remaining clothes, tweaking the zip on his shorts while he snapped the elastic of his boxers down. I felt something land heavily against my hipbone—hot and smooth—and then he guided my hands down.
    “Here.” He showed me how to stroke him in slow, firm rounds.
    He couldn’t be as big as he felt, surely. Holy hell. What was I meant to do with that, throw a party on it?
    “You’re not going to fit,” I spluttered.
    “Don’t be a cliché, Danni.” He grinned though. Like a guy doesn’t want to hear that line. “I promise, it will be fine. I promise.”
    I’d need a local anesthetic first. Esmé was right—cocks were ever so slightly terrifying.
    Gabe toyed with the hemline of my knickers. “Baby,” he whispered, “does your girlfriend make you come?”
    “Yeah.” The word disappeared into the hollows of his throat as I kissed him. “You…um…want to hear about that?”
    “Yeah. And no.” He trailed a fingertip over my clit. “With her mouth?”
    “Y…yeah.”
    “God.” He took a deep breath and probed beneath the fabric. “Right here? Is this where she licks you?”
    “ Y— ow .”
    He found my clit again and shook his finger against it gently. “Mmm…right there. Yes, baby?”
    I moaned in response, before jerking my hips up so I could wriggle out of my underwear. I’d had enough of the playing. I just wanted to come, however he wanted to make me do it.
    Judging by the way my knickers were stuck to me, I’d already