Chapter Eleven #2
He said, “I, uh… we just wanted to, like, go over the stuff, and we said we should hang out, and you said you were off and didn’t have plans, and I didn’t have plans so—”
I, in my unending mercy, put him out of his misery. I leaned in, slipped my fingers under the backward bill of his hat, and pressed my lips to his. For such a big guy, in such good shape, feeling every single muscle in his body relax as our lips met was divine.
It took a second, but only one, for him to kiss me back.
Once he did, we made out slow and easy. A reacquainting and remembering of the other.
A way to reintroduce something sexual into our relationship, removing it from the near-sacred space of our shared Miami hotel room, and back into our real world.
My actual apartment, which he’d been to with family and friends.
When he leaned back, his eyes were still closed, but his smile was so pure it could cure me of any ailment.
“I was getting scared you weren’t gonna do that,” he said after opening his eyes.
“Never feel scared when you’re with me, Finn. No matter what.” I took his hat off so I could card my fingers through his hair before kissing him again.
He must have just showered before heading to my place.
The dense, soft, short hair on the back of his head was damp and smelled like a man-branded shampoo.
His breath tasted like a mixture of toothpaste and mouthwash.
Since his shirt didn’t have sleeves, his Old Spice deodorant hit me when he raised his arm to hold my head like I held his.
“I’m not scared with you, Ryder. Maybe I should be, but I’m really not. Just nervous.” He chuckled, and I kissed him again.
When I leaned back, Finn looked hungry. He was adorable when he was unsure, or confused, but he was so fucking hot when he was fully engaged and turned on. I stripped my shirt off and flung it across the room.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
I touched my chest as I had that day, then took his hand and pressed it to my heart. “You also don’t have to be scared to touch me. You have my permission.”
Finn took the hint and attacked me, latching onto my neck and letting his hands traverse my body.
I let him go at his own pace, meaning slow.
That was okay. He probably beat off so many times thinking about it in the last week it felt like a fantasy fulfilled. Or, at least, that’s how it was for me.
He moved down my body, licking and sucking and indulging. It was hot as fuck seeing how turned on he was. His erection was so obvious in his gym shorts I couldn’t help but knock it with my leg every once in a while.
By the time Finn was between my legs, kneeling on the ground and looking up at me, I was more than ready for a blow job.
“You want to suck me off again?”
“Fuck yes, I do.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
His cheeks heated, but he smiled as if what I said was the most obvious thing in the world. He was nervous and had a little trouble undoing my pants and buckle, but he wasn’t shaking like the last time. I helped him shimmy my pants down, then off.
Finn took hold of my erection and stared at it like it held the secrets to the universe. Or maybe, just the secrets to himself. And when he put it in his mouth, no more looking up for approval or permission, he sank so far down he gagged, but didn’t stop.
I’ll be honest, it was not the best blow job I’d ever had. Finn had skill and a natural desire to please, but without my explicit instruction, he forgot to wrap his teeth a few times. Also, he tried to deep throat, but ended up just mashing my cock head into the back of his soft palate.
None of that fucking mattered, though. Just sharing my body with Finn, and getting to share his as well, was more than enough for me. Hell, if we did nothing other than some less-than-stellar BJs for the rest of our lives, I’d die a happy fucking man.
Finn went too deep and gagged from his core, forcing him to back off. I said, “C’mere,” and gave him a hand back up on the couch.
Before he could apologize, because I knew he would even though he had nothing to be sorry for, I kissed him and took his shirt off, then laid him back on the couch. There was something so sexy about how he would let me do whatever I wanted to him. And I mean anything.
After making my way down his body, kissing and licking every inch I could, I stopped at the obvious tube of cock in his shorts. I grabbed it and looked up at him.
“Did you like how I sucked your cock in Miami?” I squeezed him.
“Yeah, man.” His face was pained, as if he were scared he’d blow in his shorts.
“Want me to again?”
He nodded.
“I need to hear you say it, Finn.” I smirked and gave it another squeeze.
“I want you to suck me. Please.”
“Suck your what?” I was being a bigger dick than the one in his pants.
“Suck my cock. I want you to suck my cock, Ryder, please.”
I smirked, then ripped his shorts down. He had shaved the entire area since I’d last been down there. His balls were shiny smooth, and his pubes got a buzz cut. I dove in and slurped his sack into my mouth.
Finn’s balls tasted amazing, but the growl of pleasure he made was even better. He pulled my hair and grunted. “Fuck, that’s ticklish, but so fucking good.”
That was all before I moved back up to give that cock what it deserved—one hell of a blowjob. And, if I do say so myself, it was a damn good one. Balls in hand, going deep and shallow, tongue flicks. I knew what I was doing, and Finn fucking loved it.
“Waitwaitwait, stop, stop, stop,” he said, pushing my head off his cock.
“You’re already close?” There was a chuckle in my voice.
His face was beet red, and his breathing labored. “Yeah, man. Holy fuck.” He laughed. “I beat off this morning, too.”
I laughed and smiled. Finn was so fucking earnest and adorable. I took his shorts off and threw them on the pile of our clothes. We were naked together again, and so hard we were dripping. My erection hadn’t lost an ounce of vitality, and Finn’s looked like it was about to blow.
I lay down on top of him, and we made out. It was wild, but restrained. I ground my hips into him, and cock all over his, but not to frot, not to get off. There was so much pleasure to be had with him. Why rush?
After watching him dig his head into the couch with tight, squeezed eyes and moaning in sublime pain, I made my way back down his body. Only this time, I ignored his cock and balls.
On my way, Finn said, “Don’t suck me right now, man. I’m still close.”
“Who said anything about sucking you?” Once I was down there, I thrust his legs up, pressing his knees to his chest.
It might have been a little more forceful than needed, but he didn’t complain. Or say anything. Not until my tongue touched his asshole. Then he wouldn’t shut up, moaning and groaning and pulling at my head.
It was so fucking hot, and I got lost in my lust. Before I knew it, I had each index finger inside him, applying pressure in opposite directions while licking between them. Finn turned into a simpering blob of muscle, and when I leaned back for some air, his pink entrance winked at me.
Well, it wasn’t an entrance. Nothing had ever been in there.
I dove back in, licking, trying to shove as much of my tongue inside his body as I could. But it wasn’t until he pressed my face harder against his ass that I knew.
I withdrew and kissed my way up his trembling body, gathering his legs in my arms, until my face was in his.
After a quick kiss, he said, “That was fucking… so good, holy fucking—”
“Can I fuck you?”