Chapter 17
Ash
I ’m playing with fire.
But so is Finn. There is no way, in no universe, he thinks what he pulled in the kitchen a little while ago is appropriate…or normal behavior for a straight man. I know jealous when I see it, and the flared look in his green eyes as he all but demanded to know if I was seeing somebody told me everything I need to know.
It’s been almost an hour since the interaction, and my body is still fired up. Finn’s room shares a wall with mine, and I heard him head to bed a few minutes ago, and the devil on my shoulder is urging me to do something I really, really shouldn’t…like taunt him. Funny thing is, the angel that’s supposed to accompany him on the other shoulder is nowhere to be found.
That’s a sign that I should do it…right?
As I sit with my back against the headboard, my hands itch with a need to pick up one of the toys in the box beside me. Finn’s right on the other side of the wall; it wouldn’t be hard to get his attention. I know this because sometimes I can hear him when I’m in bed. Nothing spicy, like hearing him jack off—I fucking wish—but I can hear if he coughs or is listening to music. The walls are pretty thin.
My gaze slides over to the box for the third time since I heard him go into his room, and I bite down on my bottom lip as I contemplate if I’m actually going to do something so reckless. This little half-thought-out plan is clearly a thinking-with-my-dick type of situation, but I can’t help but want to. My body thrums with a salacious, electric energy, and it has since I called him out on being jealous in the kitchen.
Finn may not understand it, but he wants me.
And fuck , does that turn me on like no other.
Screw it, I’m doing it.
I reach behind my head, ripping my shirt off, letting it drop to the floor as I raise my hips off the bed and shimmy out of my pants. My heart races a mile a minute as I open the drawer to my nightstand, pulling out the regular bottle of lube. With my heart in my throat and my skin alight, I get my hole ready to take the dildo. It’s been a minute since I’ve done any sort of ass play, and my body is craving it, and not only because I know Finn is going to hear it, but because I genuinely love it. I love the feeling of being stuffed full. The stretch, the initial burn, the pleasure that comes from fucking myself, and the fireworks that come from grazing my prostate over and over again.
When it comes to sex, I’m very much a switch, but bottoming is my favorite. There’s something so delicious and arousing about being somebody’s hole to use. Feeling them fill me and fuck me, knowing that my body is the reason they’re overflowing with pleasure. Having somebody take charge, order me around, man handle me… There’s nothing like it.
Once I’ve worked a few fingers in, getting me nice and opened up, and I feel confident, I slather the dildo in a generous layer of lube before easing it into my freshly prepped hole. As I inch the silicone cock farther into my slick entrance, I wrap a fist around my stiff length, stroking at the same time. I let my head fall back onto the headboard as a moan slips past my lips at the double pleasure.
“Fuck,” I groan, the burn from the stretch quickly morphing into something more tantalizing. A type of pleasure I can feel through every inch of my body. It’s an electric current soaring through my veins.
For the sake of taunting Finn, I purposely moan louder than I typically would. Knowing that he is lying in bed, hearing the sounds I’m making, does nothing but amplify how turned on I am. And the twisted part of me can’t help but find the forbidden nature of it all that much more arousing. Finn is my boss. Knowing that hot, gruff, cowboy of a boss is on the other side of the wall, knowing exactly what I’m doing, makes everything hotter.
When my balls tighten up, and I feel myself getting closer to the edge, I let go of my hand and slow down the dildo pumping into my ass. I imagine Finn in the other room, most likely hard and probably frustrated by the fact.
Is he touching himself to the sounds of my pleasure?
Or is he being stubborn and refusing himself altogether?
And of the two, which is hotter? No doubt, the image of him stroking his cock to me is enough to make me almost bust, but his denial of what he really wants has its own appeal too.
Deciding to amp up the taunt, I wrap my palm around my slick, leaking cock again, pumping as my other hand works the toy deep in my ass. “ Fuckkkk, ” I shamelessly moan, scooting myself down into a lying position on top of the bed. My hips thrust up of their own accord, both greedily chasing my fist and swallowing the dildo simultaneously. “So. Fucking. Good.”
My heart is a chaotic drum, beads of sweat lining my forehead and covering my chest. Something so wrong has never felt so right.
“It’s so big,” I groan, my face turned toward the wall to make sure he can hear me. A smirk tugs on my lips. Fuck, what I would give to see him, to know what’s going through his mind. “It stretches me so good , daddy. You should see the way my hungry hole swallows the big, fat cock.”
My voice is raspy and low, the pleasure soaring through my body evident in my words. Words that should have me embarrassed to say, especially considering who Finn is to me, but I’m not. Instead, I feel on fire. Alive. Empowered.
After another minute, I hear Finn’s door opening, and my heart stalls for a moment as I stop what I’m doing.
Fuck. This is about to backfire on me. He’s going to come in here and tell me how out of line I am. Maybe even fire me.
Did I read the situation wrong?
I wait on bated breath when nothing happens. Somehow, I can sense he’s standing on the other side of my door, though. He’s fighting with himself on whether to knock or come in. I can feel it; I don’t know how, but I can.
Maybe I didn’t read the situation wrong, after all. Maybe curiosity got the best of him, and he’s fighting with his desire to watch. Fuck, that thought sends arousal rippling down my spine as it settles deep in my balls. If I’m right, then I better give him something to make it impossible to ignore, shouldn’t I?
With that filthy thought in mind, and the image of him standing just on the other side of the door, maybe with his ear pressed up against it, I get back to work. The thick, silicone dildo glides in and out of my lubed-up hole as my fist strokes my hard, throbbing cock to the same rhythm. Needy, unabashed moans vibrate from my chest, slipping past my lips as I lose myself to the sensation. My body is an inferno, lit up and thrumming with arousal and desire and a sexy feeling of naughtiness that I’ve never experienced.
Not even a full minute later, the unthinkable happens; my bedroom door opens. My heavy, hooded gaze flies up, watching as Finn steps into the space cautiously. He doesn’t make it far, and I can tell by the tightness to his jaw and the way his shoulders are stiff and clear up to his ears that he’s nervous, and maybe even a little uncomfortable. But as my gaze glides farther down his form, I can also tell by the tent in his briefs that he’s also incredibly turned on. The sight sends a wave of heat through my body. My cock leaks pre-cum, and I use it as extra lube as my hands never stop moving.
Not when he closes the door behind him.
Not when he folds his arms over his chest.
Not when he rests his shoulder against the wall near my closet.
And not when his gaze zeros in on the lower half of my body. His eyes flicker between the toy working over my ass and the hand stroking my cock.
Finn clenches his jaw as he watches me. He never says a word, but his eyelids grow heavy and there’s a flush to his cheeks that creeps down his neck that has my heart pounding more powerfully. His gaze on my body is heady. It’s a rush of adrenaline like no other.
My lips part, a breathy moan falling from them that has his eyes snapping up to my face. Holy fuck, he’s a sight to see. The restraint he’s trying so hard to hold on to is slipping by the minute. Body coiled tight, arms firmly crossed, like he knows if he lets them fall to his sides, he’ll do something wild… Like touch himself to the sight of me masturbating.
God, I want him to do just that.
What I would give to see a man as put together as Finn lose all control.
I get close again, way too soon, so I let go of my dick and slow down with the dildo. My cock slaps against my stomach, the sound amplified in the quiet room. Sliding my finger through the mess pooling on my skin, I bring the digit up to my mouth, my eyes locked on Finn’s as I close my lips around it and suck it clean.
His gaze darkens, nostrils flaring as he exhales sharply.
I wrap my hand around my cock again and pump it a little slower this time, really putting on a show for him. This is so wrong, but I don’t care. I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. His attention is addicting.
“You like what you see?” I taunt as my hips thrust up.
He doesn’t say anything, but his attention travels back down to where the toy is entering me.
“It’s so good,” I moan. “It’s so big and hits all the right places. Fuck, can you see how much I’m leaking from there?”
Jaw flexing, he flattens his lips, and I applaud his control, even though I know with absolute certainty it’s going to break. Finn’s walls are crumbling, and he’s going to give in to what I know he really wants. It’s written all over his face.
“Have you ever had your prostate milked, daddy?” I ask him, voice hoarse. He surprises me when he gives me a clipped shake of his head. Figures. “You don’t know what you’re missing.” I moan, long and low, as the tip of the toy grazes the sweet spot inside of me that feels like pure ecstasy. “The way pleasure hits you from the inside out, the tingles that take over your body, the toe-curling waves of warm, mind-numbing bliss.”
I keep a steady rhythm. Fucking my ass and fist in tandem, while my gaze never falters from Finn. His lips are parted, face even more flushed than before, and his cock is so hard I’m surprised it hasn’t busted through the thin cotton material yet.
A smirk curls my lips as I drag my gaze up and down his body. His Adam’s apple rolls in his throat as he swallows.
“Come on, daddy,” I taunt. “Pull yourself out. You know you want to; I can see how turned on you are from over here.”
Finn makes no attempt to move.
“That’s gotta hurt,” I mutter, nodding toward his impressive erection. “Give in to what you want to do. I won’t tell anybody. It’ll be our little filthy secret.”
For a moment, I don’t even think he’s breathing, and I’m convinced he won’t do it. But then…
Well, then he shocks the hell out of me as he drops his arms and shoves the briefs down just enough to free himself. Like a man on the verge of combusting, he wraps a tight fist around his thick and long cock, wasting no time as he strokes himself with an angry type of fervor.
And Christ , what a sight it is.
“Fuck, daddy,” I gasp, taking in the scene before me. “Look at that fat cock. I knew you’d be huge.”
Groaning, his fist flies up and down his length faster, which makes me speed up, wanting to match his pace.
“That’s it,” I murmur. “Feels good giving in to your desires, doesn’t it?”
“What the fuck are you doing to me?” he growls, the sound washing over me.
“You like watching me fuck myself with this toy, don’t you?” His tan, corded arm flexes as he jacks himself, the sight like straight out of my fantasy. “Answer me,” I push. I desperately need to hear him say it. I know it to be true, but something about hearing him utter the words I know he doesn’t want to makes it that much filthier and sexier.
Clenching his jaw, his eyes come up to mine, the flame burning within them so bright it would knock me off my feet had I been standing. “Yes,” he snarls, and I can see how hard he’s trying to stay in control. I can also see how quickly he’s slipping. How close he is to losing it altogether.
“What about my cock?” I ask. “Like watching me stroke myself too?”
“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, his free hand flying up to smack the wall. “Yes.”
I slow down my movement, not wanting to finish yet. His admission does nothing to stave that feeling off, though. “Tell me… Have you ever watched another man masturbate before?”
Brows pinching together, he shakes his head.
“Not even in porn?” I arch an eyebrow in question.
His jaw tightens, but he says nothing.
“Say it,” I growl, every inch of my skin on fire.
“God,” he groans. “Yes, okay! I have.”
A smile spreads across my face. “You really are curious, aren’t you?” Finn curses under his breath once again, and I can tell he’s right on the edge. Hand going back around my cock, I pump myself, the dildo in my ass gliding in and out rapidly. “I’m close,” I cry out, white-hot pleasure making me shiver. “You gonna come with me, daddy?”
“Goddamnit,” he growls. Dropping his head forward, he jacks himself faster, harder. “What are you doin’ to me?”
Pride radiates through me, knowing how much I’m affecting him. Knowing he’s about to come because of me. Knowing how frustrated he is by how turned on he is because of me.
“Picture me on my knees in front of you,” I murmur as his eyes fly back to meet mine. “Imagine it’s my hand instead of yours. Imagine my tongue lapping up all that pre-cum dripping from the slit.”
Warmth floods my system, settling low in my spine, and I feel my release creep up. My balls tighten, my cock throbs, and my limbs quiver. I’m so damn close, but I need him to come too.
“Now picture your thick, stiff cock sliding over my hot, wet tongue. The tip touching the back of my throat as you watch my eyes fill up with moisture. Imagine emptying your load down my tight throat as I spill my seed all over the floor because you letting go makes me come.” I’m right fucking there. So close it nearly steals my breath away. “Come on, daddy. Let go for me. Let me see that big, beautiful cock explode for me. I need it.”
I don’t recognize my own voice. I’m so far gone, it’s like my body is speaking without my brain making any say whatsoever. But it works because, a moment later, Finn lets out the sexiest groan I’ve ever heard as his jaw goes slack. He brings his hand down from the wall, and then thick ropes pulse from his cock as he releases into his palm. The sight of him coming is all it takes to send me over the edge too. Spurt after spurt jets out, covering my stomach as I throw my head back onto the pillow, letting pleasure take over my body. It’s the hardest I’ve come in…I don’t even know how long. It’s overwhelming, gripping every inch of my body, draining me completely.
When I finish and open my eyes, I find Finn still watching me hungrily. His gaze flits from the mess on my stomach up to my face, and I see the exact moment he sobers up. The second the fog clears and realization hits him. I’m not even a little surprised when he yanks his briefs back up with his free hand, turns, and leaves the room without a single word.
Well, shit.
That was fun while it lasted.