Chapter 16 #2
God, I need to have him. If I thought this was going to take the edge off, I’m an idiot, because the harder I get, the more the knowledge cements that it’s Finn on the other end of this call, the more that ache for him grows.
I want to lick his throat, bite his nipple, inhale his scent, and greedily drink in all the noises he’d make with my hands on him. I’ve tried so hard to be strong, but when it comes to Finn, I don’t think that’s possible.
Every time I see him, that tension wraps tighter, bringing us together, and at this point, it’s less a question of if we’ll hook up but when.
Because I really, really need it.
“Fuck, you tease me … I thought this would help, but it’s only making things worse.
” I almost say his name but catch myself in time.
I’m so hard, and I want to come more than anything, but I’m not there yet.
It’s like my brain knows I need to hold on to this moment and is making it last as long as possible.
Finn tugs on his balls, but the angle isn’t good enough to catch sight of his hole, and I want it more than anything.
To spread those legs and sink my cock into him.
To feel him bend me over and split me in half with his dick.
He’s so damn thick it’d be a challenge, even for me, but it’s a challenge I’m more than ready for.
I swipe up more precum, but instead of licking it off my fingers, I suck two of them into my mouth instead. My tongue works to get them nice and wet, and then I bend my knees back for a better angle. If Finn won’t let me see all of him, I’ll have to show him how it’s done.
“I need you inside me,” I beg. “That thick cock is all I can think about.” I might be playing it up, but I’m not lying, and when my spit-covered fingers skim my hole, all I can picture is him.
Him hovering over me, him teasing my opening with each swipe of his fingertips.
I need to spread wide; I need to feel him for days.
My first finger presses inside eagerly, and I take a moment of working it in and out to warm myself up. It’s nothing compared to what I really want to feel, but it will have to do for now, and when the second one joins it, I finally get that stretch I’m craving.
“Like that, baby. Fill me up.”
The groan that comes through my phone has pleasant nerves building in my gut. Finn is so damn sexy.
I drop my head back onto my bed as I ride my fingers, eyes screwed closed, my fantasy playing out behind my lids.
My orgasm is finally creeping higher, and I stroke myself with purpose.
It’s a battle between the hot images flashing through my mind or watching my screen, where Finn is very much getting himself off.
His heavy inhale makes the decision for me as my attention is pulled back to him. The screen is full of his hand jerking fast as he rolls his balls in the palm of the other, and I can tell he’s close. His tip is dark red and shiny with how much he’s leaking.
“That’s it …” I encourage him, fucking my fingers in deeper. “You want to come for me, don’t you? You’re so close. I want to see it.”
There’s a muffled curse, and a moment later, his balls tighten before my eyes. He comes, most of it landing off-screen, but he redirects his cock toward the camera for the final one. It dribbles out, and the sight of it slipping down his cock has my eyes rolling back.
I’m so close. My whole body feels feverish, and this isn’t going to take long. I’ve hit that point where I need to follow through because if I break focus now, it’ll be the biggest disappointment I’ve ever had.
I press my fingers forward until I find my prostate, and damn, that’s what I need.
Everything’s building inside me like a dam being backed up and ready to explode. My skin is prickling tighter, these incredible zaps are going off right behind my balls, and I’m trying to remember how to breathe, but honestly, who needs to in a moment like this?
It hits so fast it catches me off guard, and my toes curl over from high. I jerk myself through the orgasm, panting, sweaty, thankful that coming for the camera is second nature by now because the money shot was the last thing on my mind.
Finn was the first.
And how much I wish he were here.
It’s as if all the anger, all the betrayal I’ve been feeling toward Finn also shoots out of my dick when I come. Because as I lie here, camera still filming, trying to catch my breath, I realize that if I’m up-front with him, there’s a chance we could have this in person.
How I’m supposed to navigate that when we said we wouldn’t in case things get messy, I have no clue. But we’ve crossed all the lines between us already, so is there any difference between doing it anonymously on camera and getting to touch him for real? It’s all sex.
It’s a stupid idea, and I have no doubt I’m going to get hurt eventually, but in this moment, I’m a willing participant in my upcoming heartache.
Finn is going to be my next mistake. I want it more than ever after that.
I slowly sit up, cum displayed on my abs, and if Finn does give me the approval to post this on my page, I have to end it in a way that will keep everyone coming back for more.
I wipe a drop of cum with my finger and lift it to my lips.
“I wish you were here to lick every last drop.” Here would be a good place to end it, so I stare at the camera for a few seconds, giving me a good frame to cut it off.
I’ll edit it so my mouth is all that’s in view, but I want Finn to have the whole picture.
I usually end my videos with a thank-you to my audience, but I’m saving that this time. Because there’s someone I want to thank more.
Standing, with my heart hammering in my chest, I make the decision to cut the shit, stop playing games, and be the mature one, even if Finn is older than me.
I smile, and in my well-practiced sex voice, I say, “Thanks, Finn.” I chuckle and dip my head. “Give me a call after you pick your jaw up off the floor.”
I end the connection after that, leaving the ball in his court.