Chapter 21
Ash
I roll over in bed, finding the other side empty, and the memory of last night comes back to me with a jolt. For a split second, I can’t help but wonder if it was all a dream. Brushing my hand over the pillow beside me, it’s cold. He left. Can’t say that I’m surprised, though. Not only was last night the last thing I ever expected to happen, but then having him fall asleep in my bed afterward? I would’ve been more shocked had I woken up and he’d still been in here.
Yawning, I stretch my arms over my head, remembering the way his mouth felt devouring mine, how his body felt pressed up against me. The intensity in his eyes as he watched me closely, and the way he held on to me with such need.
I can’t believe that happened.
At the sound of my door opening, my head snaps in that direction, and I’m taken aback while I watch Finn step inside and close it behind him. He’s dressed in a pair of dark gray sweats and a teal t-shirt with the Moore Family Ranch logo on it, white socks covering his feet, and his hair looks as if he just ran his fingers through it. Probably after taking off his Stetson is my guess.
“Morning,” I rasp, sitting up with my back against the headboard.
“Hey. I was hopin’ you’d still be asleep by the time I got back.”
My brow furrows. “Back from where?”
He reaches behind his head, tugging off the t-shirt. My mouth dries at the sight. “Took Tucker to my dad’s. They’re goin’ fishin’ with Hollis and his buddy, Remi.”
“Uh, what are you doing?”
The smirk that curls on his lips as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his sweats and shoves them down makes my stomach dip and my heart pound. “Getting back into bed,” he so casually offers before climbing over me to get to the other side. His briefs are still on, but I can’t think clearly with all his skin and muscle on display. “Why’re you lookin’ at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like you are lost.” He chuckles while tucking himself under the covers. He’s lying on his side, facing me, his head propped in his palm as he peers up at me.
I scrub a hand down my face, trying to make sense of what’s happening. “Uh, I guess I didn’t expect to see you in here.”
The grin he gives me makes my stomach do another somersault. “Do you want me to leave?”
“No,” I rush to say, entirely too quickly. My cheeks heat. “That’s not what I mean. It’s just…after the first time something happened in here, you did your best to avoid this room and me at all costs for two weeks. Kind of figured the same thing would happen now.”
Finn bites down on his bottom lip, the look in his eyes is almost…bashful as he holds my gaze. “Can I be honest with you?” he asks.
Here we go. “Please.”
“I liked what happened last night.”
Wait… what? “You did?”
I couldn’t hide the shock in my voice even if I tried. What happened to Finn? Was he abducted by aliens and replaced with this new, not-in-denial version?
He nods and bites back a smile. It’s adorable, but I’m still skeptical. “Was actually kinda hopin’ we could do it again this mornin’.”
Choking on my own spit, I cough, slapping a hand to my chest. Finn has the nerve to laugh. “What is happening?” I ask once the coughing subsides. “Are you feeling okay?” Pressing the back of my hand to his forehead, I mutter, “Do we need to take you to the emergency room?”
Finn throws his head back as he chuckles, and I watch the muscles in his throat flex and his Adam’s apple bob. “I’m serious, Ash,” he offers. Something about the way he says my name causes goosebumps to bloom over my flesh.
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. My mind is hesitant, but my body is very quickly becoming fully on board with the idea. “So, what, you want to fool around with me?” I ask, my eyebrow arched. “Like, right now?”
The adorable smile disappears from his face, replaced with a darkening of his eyes and a look of lust painting his features. Reaching out, he wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me into a laying position and dragging me closer to him. In the blink of an eye, he’s looking down at me. His wet, pink tongue pokes out, wetting his lips in a way that makes my nuts tingle. “Right now,” he husks, his gaze flitting down to my mouth a single second before he leans in and presses his to mine.
It’s alarming how easy it is for me to get lost in this kiss. From the firm, soft way his lips feel to the way his tongue confidently licks into my mouth, tangling with mine. A minty flavor fills my senses, reminding me that I just woke up and have not brushed my teeth yet, but with the way he’s owning my mouth, I don’t even have it in me to be embarrassed by the potential of morning breath. He clearly doesn’t care if the feverous way he’s kissing me is any indication.
I wrap a hand around the back of his neck, fingers tugging gently on the short hair on his nape. He groans into my mouth, letting me know how much he likes that. In no time, I’m rock hard and dying to explore Finn’s body. He said he wanted a repeat of last night, but I wonder what else he’d let me do. What else he’d be comfortable trying. The idea of taking his thick, veiny, fat cock in my mouth, feeling the heavy weight of him on my tongue, has me salivating.
We make out heatedly for a while, like a couple of inexperienced teenagers, but eventually, I decide to take the reins of this ride, remembering how new Finn is to this. The idea of showing the grumpy, relatively put-together Finn how to touch a cock, how to make a man come, and showing him how good I can make him feel, not only feels like a treat, but it’s insanely sexy.
Pressing a hand to his chest, I flip us as I swing a leg over his body and climb on top of him. A quick glance down proves how hard he already is, which heats my blood like no other. Resuming our kiss, I grind on his lap, only the thin fabric of his underwear between us because I never got dressed last night before passing out. I’m aching and making a mess all over the material, my heart pounding so hard I can hear it in my ears.
I kiss my way along his scruffy jaw, down to his neck. Nipping at his collarbone, I tease my way to his chest, tugging one of his hardened nipples between my teeth. I suck gently, my dick twitching as I feel his groan vibrate from his chest. Finn’s got one hand placed on the top of my head while the other holds onto my upper arm, like he has to be touching me at all times.
Working down his fuzzy, muscular chest, I pepper kisses the whole way, letting my tongue dip inside his navel before traveling even lower. The smell of him fills my nostrils, warming my blood—sandalwood, leather, and his natural, heady musk. My head is buzzing as I greedily inhale the scent, wanting to catalog it to memory. I position myself between his spread thighs, peering up at him from beneath my lashes, a jolt of heat shooting down my spine when I find him watching me hungrily, his eyes nearly black, and his cheeks flushed.
He looks…fucking perfect.
“You okay?” I ask, even though he looks more than okay right now. This is brand new for him, and I would never want to do anything that makes him uncomfortable.
Licking his lips, Finn nods. “I’m good.”
God, the rasp in his deep, throaty voice unravels me.
Fingers tucked into the waistband of his black briefs, I shimmy them down with the help of Finn lifting his hips. His mammoth of a cock juts out, slapping against his abs. Fuck , such a beautiful piece of meat.
“You’re not circumcised,” I hum, wrapping my hand around the girthy shaft. It’s not something I noticed before. Probably because the first time he was across the room and last night was too dark. Gaze flicking up to his face, I tell him, “I love that.”
He breathes out a small, boyish laugh that makes my chest tighten. “You do?”
I nod, biting down on my bottom lip as I pump his length in my hand. He’s so big I can’t fully close my fist around him. “It’s fucking sexy, and your foreskin looks so thick and juicy.” I bite back a smile when I see the pink from his cheeks travel down his neck. “Wanna taste it,” I add hoarsely.
Finn swallows, a flare of heat reflecting back at me from his gaze. “Do it.” His voice is gravelly and only a little shaky. He wants it, but he’s also nervous, and there’s something so undeniably attractive about that juxtaposition.
My lip curls. “You want me to take you in my mouth, daddy?”
He nods.
“Yeah? Want me to get you nice and wet with my tongue and show you how good I can suck you? Show you what you’ve been missing? Is that what you want?”
“Fuck,” he groans. “Yes, I want that so bad.”
My heart beats a chaotic rhythm, and every inch of my body feels lit up at hearing him say that. I let go of his cock and sit back on my haunches, a smirk sliding into place as I say, “Beg for it.”
“What?” he asks, breathing out a laugh.
“You heard me.” I lightly tease my fingertips up and down his thick, hairy thigh. “Beg me to suck you off.”
Finn’s brows shoot up on his forehead. “I’m not doing that.”
“No?”
“No. I don’t beg anybody.”
I smirk, moving to get up. “Okay, then. I guess you don’t want?—”
“Okay, wait!” he blurts out, sitting up as he grabs me by the upper arm. I’m halfway off the bed and have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling as I turn my head to meet his gaze. I lift my brows questioningly and wait. His jaw’s tight, and I can see the internal struggle. He wants it, but I’m sure it goes against everything he’s used to. And that’s exactly why I want him to beg. The power shift is a rush. Finally, he blows out an exaggerated sigh and says so quietly, “Please?”
Elation fills me, but he has to do better than that. “Please, what?”
I can’t help the smile that tugs on my lips when he looks at me deadpan. “Ash.”
“If you want me to do it, you’re going to have to use your words, Finn .” I purposely say his name with as much growl as he used to say mine, enjoying this moment way more than I should.
“You’re a pain in the ass,” he huffs.
Chuckling, I say, “I can be, but I don’t think we’re there yet.”
The confusion on his face as he thinks over what I said is almost as adorable as the wide-eyed expression he gives me when he must figure it out. “Oh, uh.” Clearing his throat, he turns bright red. “Not what I meant.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I laugh. “Now, let’s hear it.”
His nostrils flare as he exhales harshly. “Please…suck my cock.”
“Was that so hard?” I tease as I resume my position between his legs. He’s still rock hard, which is a good sign. He glowers down at me as he lies back down. Fisting his length again, I stroke it a few times. “A cock this big and beautiful should be worshipped every day,” I rasp. “Every day that ends without a mouth around this is a waste.”
The desire staring back at me when I peer up at him nearly knocks me on my ass, and it only intensifies as I lean in and flick my tongue against the slick, glistening tip. The salty, warm flavor of his dripping arousal awakens my tastebuds, and the groan that rumbles out of me is wholly involuntary.
“Fuck, you taste good, daddy,” I murmur before dragging the flat of my tongue along the length of him. His thigh muscles tense and his breaths come out ragged. Next, I dip my tongue underneath the thick foreskin, swirling it around the crown, relishing the cry that escapes Finn.
“Oh, shit,” he gasps. “Do that again.”
Smiling to myself, I do exactly as I’m told, licking the head like it’s my favorite lollipop while stroking the shaft at the same time. My other hand comes up, cupping his big, round balls, rolling them in my palm, squeezing just enough to illicit another moan from him, a sound I’m quickly realizing is becoming a favorite of mine.
I close my lips around him, sinking down and taking more of his length in my mouth. A shot of pure arousal shoots straight to my dick when he whines . God, he’s so fucking responsive, I can’t get enough of it. As I get farther down, my throat constricts around him when I gag, but I push through, breathing through my nose and letting my jaw relax, until he’s fully seated. I’m engulfed in him in the very best way. He’s clinging to every one of my senses, and I’m floating in a state of ecstasy.
Hollowing my cheeks, I bring my head up before sinking down again. With my hand still working his balls, I bob my head, swirling my tongue around as I suck him down. His muscles are tense, and his fingers are thrusted into my hair atop my head, tugging every so often like he’s trying to hold on. Spit dribbles out of the corners of my mouth, the sounds filling the room filthy and wet.
“Oh, fuck, Ash,” Finn moans, his voice thickened with lust. “Fuck, fuck, that feels good. Don’t stop.”
I moan around his length, enjoying this nearly as much as he is. My dick is so unbelievably hard, it almost hurts, and the need to come is strong. But not yet. First, him. Using my free hand, I wrap it around him at the base, stroking him in tandem with my mouth, flicking my wrist on each upstroke. It doesn’t take long before I feel him swell and his balls tighten. He’s so close, he’s leaking all over my tongue and moaning loudly. I want his cum more than I want my next breath. Want to drink him down, taste him, drown in him.
His fingers tighten to a painful level on my hair as he cries out, and the next moment, his cock pulses right before he spills all over my tongue. Glancing up at him, I’m in awe at how beautiful he looks letting go. The morning light covers him in a golden glow, head thrown back, and chest glistening with sweat. He rides the wave of his release as I milk him for every last drop. I continue to suck him long after he’s finished, feeling him soften in my mouth as his body relaxes on the bed.
Pulling off, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand as I take him in, in all his post-nut glory. His eyelids are heavy, cheeks flushed, and he’s wearing a dopey smile. Completely sated.
Pride swells in my chest because, yeah, I did that. I made him feel that good.
Finn’s gaze drags down my body, landing on my very hard and very evident erection. The way he’s looking at me sets my blood ablaze all over again. It’s both full of curiosity and desire. Looking back up at me, he clears his throat and asks, “Can I?”
“You don’t have to if you’re not ready,” I tell him.
He gives me a terse shake of his head, brows pinched. “No, I want to.” The conviction in his words sends a shiver down my spine.
It also makes me feel oddly vulnerable, though I’m not sure why. I nod. “Okay.”
Scooting over, Finn gestures to the spot beside. “Lie down.”
My throat tightens as my heart thuds against my ribs. This isn’t the first time we’ve fooled around, so I’m not sure why the idea of him touching me is making me as nervous as it is. As I get into position, he slides down, getting between my legs just like I was to him. For several long moments, he doesn’t touch me. Instead, he runs his gaze all over me. My face, my chest, my cock. He drinks me in, looking nervous but also like he likes what he sees. When he finally grabs my stiff length, I gasp, pleasure rocketing through my every limb from the touch.
Licking his lips, Finn peers up at me while he slowly strokes me. “Does your piercing make it feel better for you?” he asks, gaze dropping to take it in. I’m fucking mesmerized as I watch the tip of my cock poke out from his large, rough hand.
I swallow, my mouth dry. “Yeah,” I reply. “It makes it a little more sensitive.”
“How long have you had it?”
“Couple years.” My breath gets caught in my throat as I watch Finn lean down and flick his tongue against the jewelry. I moan as he does it again. “Fuck, wrap your lips around me. I wanna feel that hot mouth on my cock.”
His cheeks darken, and something about Finn being bashful is so goddamn cute to me. Hesitating only for a moment, he does exactly what I told him to, and I swear I see god. His tongue flicks against my slit as his lips circle me.
“So good. Keep going,” I beg. “Suck me, daddy.”
Slowly, he takes more of me in his mouth. When he gets to about halfway, he gags, pulling all the way off me immediately. His gaze flies up to mine, eyes bloodshot and wet. I can’t help but chuckle. “You okay?”
He nods, throat bobbing as he swallows a few times.
“Good, then keep going.” Bringing my hand to his head, I guide his mouth back to my dick. “Suck my cock the way you like yours sucked, daddy. Show me what you got.”
I prop myself up on my elbows as I watch him glide up and down my length, getting only about halfway again before he gags, except this time he doesn’t pull off. He keeps going… But more than that, he moans, the sound vibrating down to my balls.
“Don’t be afraid to use your hand too,” I say softly, watching as he curls his fingers around my length, stroking at the same pace as his mouth. “Good, that feels so good.”
My skin tingles and my toes curl as I let myself become fully immersed in the feel of him around me.
Finn Moore is giving me head.
Holy shit.
Teasing one of my nipples with my fingers, I whimper as he keeps it up, and it takes no time at all before my release creeps up on me. “I’m close,” I moan. “If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you better pull off.”
Finn sits back, hand still pumping me at a delicious pace as he licks his lips, attention focused on my cock. The weight of his hungry gaze sends me over the edge. Jaw slack, I fight to keep my eyes open as pleasure overtakes me. I cry out as my cock throbs, shooting thick, white ropes all over Finn’s hand and my stomach. The orgasm clutches at my insides, wringing me dry. It’s a full-body, tingling, trembling feeling that I want to live in forever.
Lifting his gaze, Finn looks into my eyes with an expression on his face that I can’t quite read. It’s almost…awe, with a mix of pride. I glance down, taking in his cum-covered fist, and the sight nearly makes me come again.
Nodding my chin behind him, I say, “Towel’s in the hamper.”
He swallows, throat bobbing, before he nods and climbs off the bed. Once he’s cleaned off his hand, he walks back over and cleans up the mess on my stomach next. When his dark eyes find mine again, it’s like a series of thoughts pass between us without either of us saying a word. The intensity of his stare, paired with the gentle way he’s cleaning me, makes my throat tight.
The sound of a phone ringing cuts into our bubble, and we both turn our heads to see where it’s coming from. My gaze finds my phone on the nightstand. It isn’t mine. Finn curses under his breath as he bends down and swipes his pants off the ground, digging through the pocket until he pulls out his phone.
He slides across the screen, bringing it up to his ear. “Yeah?” I can’t hear what’s being said on the other end, but after a few moments, he adds, “Okay, I’ll be there in a bit,” before ending the call.
“Everything okay?”
Running a hand over his mouth, he glances at me. “Yeah. Tucker spilled orange soda all over himself, and my dad doesn’t have a spare outfit.” With a sigh, he continues. “I don’t mean to run out of here right after we finish.”
“Finn, you’re fine,” I assure him. “Go get him a change of clothes. He’s more important than any post-coital activities.”
His eyes narrow on me. “Post-coital activities?”
“Mmhmmm.” I smile. “Now, go. He’s probably uncomfortable in the sticky, wet clothes.”
“Okay, thanks.”
Finn doesn’t move for a second, and when his eyes meet mine, he does the last thing I expect him to do. Leaning over the bed, he presses a quick kiss to my lips before standing to his full height again. A faint smile curls his mouth, and then he’s gone.
And I’m left with a racing heart and a goofy grin on my face, wondering how the hell the last twelve hours have been real.
Not even five minutes after he leaves, my phone buzzes. I swipe it off the nightstand, my heart stalling as I take in who it’s from. Nausea twists in my gut.
Violet: Can you please come over?
Setting the phone on the bed, I thrust my fingers into my hair, as I feel like I might be sick. What have I done? I was so wrapped up in Finn’s attention, both last night and this morning, that Violet never crossed my mind.
Not even fucking once.
What does that say about me?
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
I just helped my sister’s boyfriend cheat on her. Twice! Oh, fuck. I’m a terrible person.
Sure, I don’t think he’s really that into her, but that doesn’t matter. She’s into him! A lot! And now she wants me to come over while the taste of his cum is still in my mouth.
I can’t do that.
I can’t face my sister.
Another buzz has my gaze flying to the phone.
Violet: Please? I really could use some twin time today.
I can’t believe I hooked up with her boyfriend.
What the fuck am I going to do?