Chapter Seven #2
When I got to his nipple, I sucked it into my mouth and flicked it with the tip of my tongue. Finn liked that and groaned with pleasure. He hadn’t removed his hand from my head yet, so once I gave his nipple a nip, he sucked air through his teeth and tightened his grip in my hair.
I continued down his body, drawing a line of saliva between his abs, which he found ticklish and clenched, making the trench between them deeper, and my tongue sharper. I didn’t stop until I knelt before him, and his beautiful, gorgeous, delicious cock.
After gathering his balls in one hand and slipping my fingers around his shaft, I looked up. “Finishing what I started would be jerking you off. But I can blow you instead?”
Some of his swagger dissipated. His eyes widened as if the idea of getting head had never occurred to him. Once that settled, lust took over. His voice shook as he said, “Yeah, man. Fucking blow me.”
The remainder of my rational brain said to give that man the best blow he ever received. I was never a throat goat, but I could take a lot of men deep. I’d be able to last more than a second or two on Finn’s monster.
But my horny brain wanted to enjoy his junk as much as I could. If this was all we’d ever do, and somewhere in the back of my mind I knew it was, then I wanted the most out of it, too.
I pushed his cock up and out of the way to bury my face in his balls.
He smelled amazing, but tasted better. Finn must have shaved before the trip, as tiny little hairs tickled my tongue.
I always loved how a man tasted. Maybe it was the unbelievable situation, or our pheromones meshed well, but it was a flavor I’d come back to daily for the rest of my life if I could.
It made my blood boil, and the dominant top inside me bubbled to the surface.
I nudged his legs apart to lick him deeper.
He pulled at my hair when I did. I wanted to go further, to bend him over and eat his ass until he begged to give me his cherry.
But I stopped myself. I was blowing him. That was enough.
Instead, I moved him to his bed and sat him down. It was easier to keep eye contact, and I made a show of licking up the entire length of his shaft. The treat of his precum waited for me at the end. Salty and sweet, something else I could eat every day forever.
I groaned and licked his slit to get more of it. Finn said, “You like that stuff?”
“Yeah, it’s great.”
“Never tried it.”
I ran my fist up his cock until the tip was wet again, then gathered the liquid on my thumb and brought it to his lips. He looked at me before opening his mouth to suck my thumb clean. Apprehension melted into acceptance, then enjoyment.
“Oh shit. It’s sweet?”
I laughed. “Yeah, some guys are. You are.”
Finn blushed as more of his bravado leeched away.
In its place was the Finn I’d known for years.
Just drunk and horny, and deeply happy. I was so fucking turned on by his confidence, but the sweet, adorable, kind of oblivious, but always-trying-to-do-the-right-thing Finn he’d been since we were kids was. .. Fuck.
So I took his big ass cock as far down my throat as I could in one go.
“Holy FUCK, man!” Finn hollered before gripping the sides of my head.
Having gotten what I wanted, it was time to suck him good. His cock stayed in my throat for a good three or four seconds, while I swallowed around him. Once I felt the gag, I let up, but not off, took hold of it, and bobbed.
My grip on his thigh was almost tight enough to leave finger bruises. I let up and massaged his spit-wet balls. He fucking loved that, and I felt his body relax more. “Fuuuuuucking hell, Ry.”
I sucked his cock, up and down, in and out, licking the sensitive underside, and pulling on his sack, for a good few minutes. Finn played with my hair, moaned, groaned, cursed, and praised me.
One hand left my head to brace himself as he leaned back. I felt his eyes on me, watching me service and pleasure him. My cock tented my shorts and caused a wet spot to grow at the tip.
Finn ran his hands through my hair, over and over. When he spoke, it was near reverential. “This is so fucking crazy, man. Seeing you do this right now?”
He sounded like he couldn’t believe it. Neither could I, but I was too busy sucking his cock to be introspective.
“You were always so badass and cool. I always looked up to you. Captain of every single fucking team. Always had abs and built like a brick shit house. You drive a fucking motorcycle—FUCK,” he hollered as I took as much of his cock down my throat as I could on a down stroke.
“Fuck me, man.” His voice dropped to a growling whisper. “This is the hottest fucking shit that’s ever happened to me. Ryder Beckett, sucking my cock. Fucking fuck, man.”
His praise did things to me. Was it praise?
I was popular, and in shape, yes, but I didn’t think I was ever badass.
No… not praise. It was the way he said it.
Like a confession. To me, but maybe himself too.
Finn was never the most self-reflective person.
Maybe he was finally allowing himself to realize something he never had before.
Finn flopped back on the bed, but kept his hand on my head. I sucked at my steady pace and knew it wouldn’t take much longer.
Finn sat up. “Ryder.” He sounded almost apologetic. I looked up with his cock in my mouth. “I’m getting close, man. Can I… would it be cool if… if you want to…”
I stopped bobbing and stared at him with raised brows. He said, “Can I come in your mouth?” with his brows furrowed.
It was so adorable. I had to stop myself from laughing. He asked to finish in my mouth, as if it were some great inconvenience. A clearly stated desire, yes, but so cute it made my chest tight.
I let his cock fall from my lips, but kept stroking him. “Of fucking course.” Lust replaced the apprehension in his eyes as I sucked him again.
I only went up and down twice before he spoke again. He sounded out of breath, as if expressing his thought was costly, and it came out as a whisper. “Are… uh… are you gonna eat it?”
I met his gaze and nodded, still sucking. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he groaned like he’d been stabbed. “FUUUUUUUUUCK.”
Finn fell onto the bed the same moment my mouth was suddenly and forcefully full of his semen.
I swallowed out of reflex as he groaned and filled my mouth again.
Not that I could savor it, but there was so much I had to taste it.
Finn’s cum was salty and metallic with a sweet aftertaste.
It had been a long fucking time since I tasted semen other than my own.
I’d swallow him twice a day, every day, until his pubes greyed and his balls shriveled.
He found his words again, as his hand found my head. Finn held me in place as he inseminated my throat, saying, “Fucking hell, Ry. Jesus fucking Christ. Eat my fucking load.”
I nursed on him until only dribbles leaked out. Until his grip went slack and his cock was soft. When I let go and sat back, Finn was already asleep.
No one could blame him. That was a mighty fucking load he just blew. Not to mention the stress of it being in a man’s mouth. With as much as he danced and drank, it was a feat that he made it long enough to get off at all.
I picked his legs up and placed them on the bed. Then shimmied him to get the covers over his nude body. I was crashing too, but my cock wasn’t to be ignored. I lay in my bed, took my cock out much like Finn had, and came all over myself in seconds, if not less.