20. Finn
TWENTY
FINN
I shouldn’t.
I really shouldn’t.
I knew this was a bad idea. That I’d probably end up losing my job. I mean, he’d get sick of me. They always did. But I couldn’t find it in me to care, because right now, this hot as hell man was looking at me like he wanted to drop to his knees and worship me.
He had zero experience. No expectations of me being a bottom. No desire to top me. Don’t get me wrong; I loved to bottom, and I loved being dominated, but I liked to take charge too. However, because of how I looked, most men didn’t even have that conversation with me. Right now, I could be exactly who I wanted to be with Jasper and the idea of that turned me on so much it was hard to think about the potential consequences of hooking up with the man I worked with every day.
Jasper had been quiet the whole way home and now looked pale and slightly terrified. I placed the takeaway food boxes on the console table, took his hand, kicking off my shoes, and led him to the sofa.
His palms were sweaty, and his chest moved in shallow breaths.
“Sit,” I instructed, and Jasper moved without question, bringing a smile to my lips. When he was settled, I slipped off my cardigan and placed it over the back of the chair before I dropped a knee to the sofa and straddled his lap.
“Tell me what you want, Professor.”
He closed his eyes as if he was steadying himself before he opened them again and locked his brown eyes on mine. “You. I want to taste you, Finn.”
Raking my fingers through his short hair, he hummed, his tongue flicking over his top lip as he tilted his head back to keep his eyes on me.
“God, you’re hot,” I murmured as I let my hand move down the nape of his neck and cup his cheek. “If you want to stop, just say so, okay?”
He offered me a slight nod. I took that as the permission I needed and lowered my lips to Jasper’s. I paused just before, dragging out the moment before our first kiss, but it was obviously too much for Jasper as he grabbed my hips, begging, “Please, Finn.”
I kissed him lightly, but his lips parted and I couldn’t resist slipping my tongue into his mouth. He kissed me back, our mouths moving together slowly while I gave him a chance to get used to it. Tasting, exploring. Our tongues moved together, his unshaven face bristling against my skin, creating a friction that set me on fire.
He groaned, and it was as if someone had broken through a dam, our kiss turning explosive. Jasper fisted my top as his cock hardened between us, his other hand grasping the nape of my neck, pulling me to him with more force. Teeth clashed, our movements growing sloppy as we devoured each other. Pleasure coursed through me at such a rate, I wondered if I’d come just from kissing him.
Bodies pressed together, grinding against each other, I felt like a teenager making out for the first time, desperate for a release… desperate to see him come undone. Breathlessly, I dragged my mouth along his jaw, kissing down his neck as he tilted his head back to give me more room to work.
“Finn.” My name on his lips sounded divine. Like he was whispering a prayer, and I wanted to deliver him everything he wished for.
Reaching between us, I cupped his erection, squeezing a little. “You want me to take care of this, Professor?”
“Please. God, please, touch me.”
“I like hearing you beg. Do it again.”
His cheeks flushed pink and he bit down on his swollen lip before his eyes darkened as he stared at me. “Touch me, Finn, please. I want you to touch me.”
I tugged his t-shirt up his body and he helped, pulling it over his head, letting me get my first look at the famous Jasper Fischer’s body in real life. And, God, he was even more stunning than he was in the photos I’d been stalking since I started working for him.
Nerves bubbled in my stomach, appearing out of nowhere as I stared at this man who was so out of my league it wasn’t even funny and here I was, thinking I had the confidence to top him.
Like he could read my mind, he reached out, cupping my cheek. “I trust you to take care of me.”
His touch was everything I didn’t know I needed and my nerves abated, replaced with a raging need to give this man an experience he’d never forget.
I placed my hands on my chest, leaning in so I could kiss my way down his body, running my lips and tongue over his hard abs. When I pulled his nipple into my mouth, he cried out, his body arching.
“Finn,” he whispered as his fingers pushed into my hair on the back of my head. I nipped at the pebbled bud as my hands trailed down, following the line of hair that ran from his belly button, disappearing beneath his jeans.
I moved to his other nipple, sucking hard as my fingers deftly unfastened his belt, popping his button and then lowering his zipper. Wanting Jasper as turned on as I could get him, I trailed my fingers up and down his abs, getting lower each time, but not touching his cock. His erratic breathing and the way his knuckles turned white as he fisted his hands at his sides showed me I was having the desired effect.
I’d never been a massive talker during sex, usually too lost in the moment or not wanting to annoy the person I was with, but the silence between Jasper and I felt easy—only the sound of panting breaths and quiet moans punctuating the silence.
Dropping to my knees, I tugged on his jeans and underwear, and he lifted his hips to help me. I eased them down his legs, pulling off his trainers and socks and discarding them to the side before I let myself take in the man before me.
I let out a silent gasp when I took in his cock; long, thick, the mushroom-shaped head glistening in precum. The sight of him made my own erection ache to be touched and I couldn’t help but fantasise what he’d feel like buried inside me.
But, no. Not today. Today I was focused on him.
“Put your feet on the sofa,” I said. The cleaners must have been while we were out, so the sofa was no longer a daybed, but it was deep enough that Jasper could lie back a little and still get into the position I wanted him in.
He looked at me like he was confused, so I stood, lifting one leg so the sole of his foot was on the cushion, and then he mirrored my movements with the other leg.
“Open,” I instructed and he let his legs open, showing me the perfect view of his arse while his impressive cock lay proudly against his abs. “Perfect.”
Jasper looked like he was equal measure turned on and terrified, but I wasn’t worried because in a minute, he wouldn’t be thinking about anything but my mouth on him.
Realising I was still fully dressed when I wanted to be anything but, I stood, pulling my shirt off before slowly unfastening my jeans and rolling them down my thighs. Jasper watched wide eyed, his hands spread on his thighs, holding himself open. Pupils blown, eyes hooded, he was practically vibrating as he watched me step out of them, leaving me in just my favourite light blue silk shorts.
“You’re stunning,” he muttered. I wanted to take a bow or make a joke. I was terrible at taking compliments, but Jasper was leaving himself open for me, stepping into his vulnerability, so I didn’t say anything. Instead, I offered him a smile as I dropped to my knees.
“Eyes on me, Professor. I want you to watch me devour you.”
He whimpered, and I lifted his hands from his thighs and replaced them with mine, pushing them a little wider. I heard the expulsion of air as his head fell back against the cushions and then his cry as I rimmed his tight ring of muscle with my tongue, eating someone for the first time, despite it being one of my ultimate fantasies.