Best Friends, Tennessee (Hard Spot Saloon #1)

ORI （AT 3PM ON A TUESDAY…）

Finn had only been on the phone for a minute when I knew I wanted to fuck with him.

“Right,” he was saying, in his best, businesslike tone. “I think we’re going to easily work well together, our styles synergize, and the audience would love it.”

He was sitting in the dining area, leaning back on a chair with his legs kicked up onto the bay window ledge.

His shirt was still off after doing a little bit of work on the lawn earlier, and when I eyed him from across the room, I already had a half-chub.

I made my way over to the dining table, giving Finn a look. He smiled up at me, giving me a look up and down.

I pulled off my shirt as Finn sat there, eyeing me while the people on the phone rattled off ideas to him.

He was striking his first big business deal with a big online massage therapy video producer—they’d contacted him, interested in having him create a ten-video series of instructional videos for them.

He’d already gotten the job. But now, he had to sit on the phone during a meeting where a bunch of video producers tossed out different ideas for the series.

“I’m liking where this is going,” Finn said on the phone call, but his eyes were glued to me.

I was undoing my belt, now, sliding it off and casting it aside.

Finn took his legs down off the bay window, looking at me with his eyebrows raised, now, seeing me start to strip.

“Yes,” he said into the phone.

I knew the expression on his face so well, by now.

He got a little hypnotized every time he started thinking with his cock—and I loved that version of him just as much as the normal, rational Finn.

I liked when the animalistic side of him came out, too.

He bit down on his lower lip as he watched me slide off my pants and boxer briefs, stripping totally nude.

“Very good,” he said.

“Glad you like it!” I heard the faint sound of affirmation coming from the other end of the phone call.

I stepped forward, using my knee to push open Finn’s legs, stepping between them. I ran my palm down his bare chest until my fingertips landed on the waistband of his jeans.

For a while, Finn was silent as the others on the call talked about ideas. I leaned in, pressing a slow, silent kiss to his mouth. His tongue came out to slide against mine, like he wanted to steal a deeper kiss.

I gently bit his lower lip, right in the same spot he’d done it earlier.

“You look hot, businessman,” I whispered in his other ear.

I got on my knees in front of him and stationed myself between his legs. I could see the outline of his cock underneath the denim, thick and hard and already so ready for me. I leaned down and kissed it, teasing him through the fabric, then gave it a little squeeze.

“You’re on the right track,” he said, his voice dropping a little lower, though the people on the other end of the phone wouldn’t notice. “That is exactly what I look for.”

I undid his button and slid down his zipper. He arched his back upward so I could yank down his jeans and underwear, and a moment later he kicked them off below us, freeing his cock for me.

I kissed all the way up the inside of his thigh.

I cupped his balls as I licked along the lowest part of his stomach.

And for the next few minutes, I did anything and everything other than touching his cock.

It was driving him crazy and I knew it. He shifted on the seat a few times as he kept his phone cradled against his head. Precum was leaking from the tip of his cock, and it throbbed near me, over and over again.

“I do want that,” he said on the phone, but he was staring intently at me.

When I finally relented, I drew a long stripe with my tongue up the underside of his cock. He bit down hard on his lower lip now, squeezing his eyes shut as his whole body relaxed into the chair.

“Perfect,” he said.

I didn’t waste any time after teasing him for so long. I wanted to make it difficult for him to maintain any composure on the phone, and I took his cock deep, all the way to the back of my throat, as soon as I could.

His face was in a beautiful expression of agony.

Usually, when I was doing this to him, he liked to swear and moan and tell me exactly how much he was enjoying it, but he had to edit himself now, had to suppress every urge he had.

But that didn’t stop him from starting to buck upward with his hips a few minutes later, slowly fucking my mouth.

His eyes were half-lidded now. He made shorter responses to the people on the phone, and luckily, it sounded like they were presenting ideas to him and not expecting too much in response.

I kept my mouth firmly over his cock, lapping my tongue along the ridge of his tip every few moments.

His hand came down to rest on the top of my head, gripping it gently and guiding my motions.

“Right,” Finn said into the phone, and I could hear he was a little breathless. “Oh, guys, I think there is someone at my front door. I’ll be right back in just a sec, okay?”

“Sounds good, Finn,” I heard over the phone.

Finn pushed the mute button, set the phone on the table, and looked down at me with fire in his eyes.

“You fucking menace,” he growled at me.

I popped off his cock for a moment, smiling up at him. “You love it.”

“I love you. Now make me come before I scream your name on this phone call.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice.

I knew I had to work quickly, but I also knew I already had him at the brink.

I came down harder on his cock now, taking it to my throat again as he rocked his hips up in a steady rhythm.

I hummed around him as I heard him softly moan, and when I reached up to cup his balls again, I felt his cock throb in my mouth.

“Close,” he uttered. “God, you are perfect.”

I used the pad of my tongue to tease along his underside while I bobbed up and down. His whole body tensed up, and I knew he was ready.

“Going to come,” he said, and I felt the pulse of him losing control on my tongue.

I swallowed every last drop as he gripped the back of my head, cradling me. I licked him clean and slid off of his cock, looking up at him and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

“You’re impossible,” he murmured. “And my favorite person in the world.”

“I love you,” I told him.

He shook his head, smiling. “I’m going to get you back for that one, you know. Next time you’re on the phone with the museum director—”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“You know I would.”

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