Chapter Twenty-One #2
Sel hums, and the vibration around my throbbing cock has me arching off the bed.
It’s too much, too good, and my orgasm is so freaking close.
With his free hand, he pushes my thigh against his head, his beard scraping my skin every time he moves.
I’m in sensory overload as he continues sucking me, moaning around my dick.
The sight of him devouring my hard-on is seared into my brain, and when he locks eyes with me, I lose it. Game over.
“Sel!” I scream, unloading a huge rush of cum.
I can feel his throat milking my aching dick as he swallows, and I’m so sensitive that it’s almost too much to handle. I jolt again, and yes, I come a second time. Even for a twenty-two-year-old, that’s a lot.
Is Sel okay? Can he fucking breathe?
I drop my head back on the bed, shattered from the pleasure that keeps pounding through my body in waves.
Sel slips his mouth off my softening cock and stares at me, both of us panting hard.
Cum’s dripping down the sides of his mouth, down his beard.
He kisses my thigh and looks up at me with languid eyes.
“You good?” he asks, his voice hoarse.
“I’m so… fucked out… I can’t move.”
Sel smiles and licks his red, swollen lips. He’s tasting me and it’s so hot. Running a hand over his face, he swipes at my cum and rubs it into his skin. The move is possessive and I’m here for it. What would it be like to taste him in return? To be marked by him?
Shit, I forgot…
“I want to touch you,” I whisper. “Make you come.”
He chuckles and sits up. “Too late.”
“What?”
He points to his half-hard cock, and his abs are glistening with cum.
“That’s how much you turn me on, sweetheart. I couldn’t wait. I humped the bed while you screamed my name, and I jizzed all over myself, and these sheets.”
I finally sit up and reach for him, cupping his face, needing his kiss.
“Uh—” He freezes. “You sure you want to do that right now?”
I dive in and take his mouth. He groans and kisses me back, no more hesitation.
Tasting myself on his tongue is another revelation.
It’s erotic and totally addictive. Any remaining insecurities float away as we make out.
Eventually, Sel gives me one last kiss, nips my lower lip, and slowly releases me.
“You’re a filthy boy, Finn.”
“Not so sweet all the time,” I return.
“I’ll be right back,” he whispers. “Don’t move.”
“I’m too fucked out to think, never mind move.”
Sel’s cocky grin is back, and I savor it.
He reaches for his pillow, grabs my underwear, and clutches it to his chest before sliding off the bed and into the bathroom.
“Are you giving those briefs back?” I call out.
He shakes his head as he walks away.
Between incredible sex, our hockey practice, and everything we talked about tonight, I’m suddenly wiped. Physically, emotionally. I lower my back to the mattress again and close my eyes.
Rest for a minute or two, I tell myself. Only a minute…
Sel
I’m as fucked out as Finn. Stepping into the bathroom, I glance at my reflection.
I’ve never seen my face this blissed out or my eyes so glassy, like I’m high.
I am high. The way Finn trusts me, the way he let go like that, it’s really fucking hot, and my desire to claim him only gets stronger.
I’m greedy for that man and I don’t want to share.
Standing at the sink, I grip the cool marble counter and take several deep breaths. When I’m calm enough, I brush my teeth and jump in the shower.
Calmness doesn’t last long. Finn’s dirty moans play on a loop in my head, not to mention the way he tasted, and the euphoric look on his face when he came apart underneath me.
My dick chubs up so fast I can’t believe it.
Christ, I don’t want to let him out of my bed for a week.
A month. More. Unfortunately, we don’t live in that reality, but I’ll take what I can get for as long as Finn will let me.
Sharing a first with him means something to me, fuck, it makes me giddy, and before I know it, I’m slapping my hand on the tiled wall for support.
Once I’ve got my equilibrium back, or most of it, I reach for a bath towel and dry off. Feeling cheeky, I slip Finn’s underwear on and stare at my reflection. He’s got narrower hips so his briefs are obscenely tight on me, and I can’t wait to see his reaction.
Stepping out of the bathroom with a fresh towel and a set of clean sheets in hand, I stop short. I’m greeted by the sound of Finn’s gentle snores and sniffles. Why is that the cutest thing? I shake my head, never imagining I’d want to hear anyone’s snores. And cute? Man, I’m out of it.
Changing the sheets will have to wait until tomorrow.
I walk around to the empty side of the bed and use the towel to wipe away as much jizz as I can before I join him.
Finn’s lying on his back and he doesn’t move.
Unable to help myself, I roll to my side and study his profile.
It still shocks me that we’re here. That we’re together.
How did this happen? What does this talented, beautiful, quirky man see in me?
Okay, people comment on my looks, but for Finn, that’s not how this began.
Or how it is. I know by the way he looks at me that he likes what he sees, but things between us started from a different place and they’ve sure as hell ended up somewhere neither of us expected.
Maybe that’s why being with him feels like nothing else.
Eventually, I roll to my side, more than content with the knowledge that Finn’s in my bed. I have the urge to cuddle, but I don’t want to wake him up, so I hold back.
Maybe tomorrow…
I wake up only two hours later, dehydrated, and head for the kitchen to grab water. I down a glass, a second, and then grab one for Finn. Padding back into the bedroom, as quiet as I can, I place the glass on his nightstand.
Finn’s still sound asleep, so I slip back into the bathroom and do a little prep, just in case he wakes up in the morning and decides he wants to fuck me. It takes me a while—a long while—and by the time I’m entering the bedroom again, he’s awake.
“Sel?” he murmurs sleepily and sit ups, turning on the lamp.
“Did I wake you?”
He shakes his head.
“No. I woke up about fifteen minutes ago and heard you in the bathroom. You were in there a long time. You alright?”
“Never been better. Now go back to sleep,” I urge.
“I don’t know if I can. I’m tired but wired,” he rubs his eyes and glances at the nightstand. His glass is half empty. “By the way, thanks for the water.”
“You want anything else? Snacks?”
“That’s sweet to offer, but no.” Finn offers a cheeky grin and pats the mattress. “All I want is for you to get your sexy ass back in our bed.”
Our bed? Did he mean that or was it a slip?
The idea of him and me being together, of someplace being ours, makes my pulse beat like mad.
I’m so charged up I could light up the entire skyline.
I walk around, slip under the sheets, and reach for him, spooning him tight.
Because I can’t help myself, I kiss every freckle on his neck, and he makes a low moan of approval that has my cock getting harder by the second.
“I’m wide awake,” he confesses.
“Do you want me to roll away so you can go back to sleep?”
“No way. I said I’m awake.”
Finn takes my hand and wraps it around his very stiff erection.
“Are you tired?”
I roll my hips against his ass and groan.
“Not anymore,” I grunt.
“Are you wearing my briefs?”
“Yep, and I’m never giving them back.”
Finn’s groan is loud. “Fuck me.”
“Or you could fuck me?” I reply.
“Would you… I mean, I really want to fuck you, but only if it’s something you want.” He pauses. “We don’t have to do it tonight. Or ever. Since I’ve never… shit, why am I like this?”
Finn burrows his head in the pillow, and I squeeze him tighter.
His rambling melts my goddamn heart. Except for my family and closest friends, that doesn’t happen.
Sure, I was—am—an outgoing guy, and before coming out I made friends easily.
But there are very few people who I really connect with.
Not any of my past lovers that’s for sure.
No shit. You fucked and then it was on to the next.
With Finn, I want to give him everything he desires and then some. And do it all over again.
“Hey,” I say, leaning over, cupping his chin and turning his face toward me. “I’m serious. I want you to fuck me, Finn. There’s nothing I want more. As long as you’re ready. Don’t feel you have to do this. I’m very, very satisfied with the way things are.”
Finn lifts his head and kisses me.
“Okay?” I ask.
He licks his puffy pink lips… so tempting.
“I really want inside you, Sel. But I might need you to, you know, give me pointers.”
“You give me the pointer,” I quip.
“I’m serious!”
“So am I.” I smile. “And I live to teach, Dimples.”
He chuckles, his body relaxing into mine.
“Dimples? What happened to sweetheart?”
“You can have both, because I’m completely obsessed with those irresistible dimples when you smile,” I confess. “They captivate all my attention.”
“Stop.”
“The ones on your ass are hot too,” I tease.
“Wait—” He tenses.
Shit, did I say something wrong?
“Let me use your bathroom real quick,” he continues.
I reluctantly let go, but while he turns around and reaches for the rest of his water, I run a hand down his long back and feel him shudder.
“Patience,” he murmurs and stands up, heading for the bathroom.
“You get two minutes!” I call out.