31. Finn
THIRTY-ONE
FINN
I woke with a jolt, so close to the edge of an orgasm, I could barely catch my breath.
I was being tortured. It was the only way to describe it, and it was quite possibly the best night of my life.
After being fucked by both Travis and Jasper, I stupidly told them I didn’t want them to let their cum leak out of me. I guess I had a thing for keeping it in. I’d never mentioned it before because, well, the men I’d been with had been dicks, and my wants and wishes never seemed to matter to them. I used plugs to do it before, but I didn’t have one with me, so when the urge got a little much last night, they plugged me with their cocks.
It started when Travis eased out his fingers and Jasper replaced them with his cock, carrying me to bed and only moving to switch positions and spoon me from behind. They cleaned me up, made me drink, checked in on me, all while his cock was inside me.
I must have fallen asleep as at some point in the night, they swapped and I woke up to find Travis inside me; and here I was again, the early morning light streaming in through the blinds, as Jasper twitched his hips just enough to hit my prostate again and again, but whenever I got close to coming, whichever of them was inside me stopped, resulting in the longest edging session in history.
“Please, Professor.”
He’d grown in confidence since last night, as if testing his moves while he teased me relentlessly was all he needed to embrace his top side.
Biting down on my earlobe, he rolled me, pinning me to the mattress as he moved behind me. I was so close to coming it literally took three pumps of his hips before I came, my cock rubbing on the sheets as he continued to thrust, dragging out my pleasure. I was so loud that he covered my mouth with his hand as he grunted in my ear as he orgasmed as well.
“Oh, Jesus,” he muttered as he pulled out and collapsed on his back next to me, his forearms over his eyes.
I couldn’t resist, cupping his cheek and kissing him, feeling empty, but so full of emotion. It felt a little like love, but it couldn’t be. Endorphins, a sex high… that was what it was. Just that. But whatever it was, I was revelling in it because it was a feeling I’d never experienced before.
“Good morning, Professor.”
He chuckled, dropping his arm so I could look into his warm, brown eyes. Jasper seemed lighter, his eyes sparkling more, and I wanted to think I had a little to do with that.
“Good morning, little one. How was sleep?”
“It was perfect, although I might not be able to walk today and I will be leaking cum for at least the next week.”
“I like the thought of that.” He winked, and a shiver rippled through my body.
“Where’s Travis?”
“Early morning dive.”
“You didn’t want to go?” I leant up on my elbow.
“I was busy. We agreed I’d stay here with you. It’s called aftercare, apparently.”
I dusted my fingers down his cheek.
“Look at you, taking care of me. Thank you.”
“Come on the boat with us. I’ll take care of you there, too. It won’t be the same without you.”
I let out a sigh, pretending to be annoyed about it while, in reality, I’d decided at some point early last night that I wasn’t leaving these men until they’d had enough of me, because being around them was almost addictive.
“Fine, I’ll come. Just don’t let me drown out there.”