Chapter Three
It was a gratifying thing to say, just to see the looks of surprise on all five of the men’s faces. Well, all four. Finley was still smirking, and his eyes looked almost darker, gaze never wavering.
“Uh, well, if you’re sure...” Ez said.
Jonah raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t I just sign a contract saying I’d agree to it?”
Rafe snorted again. “I’m not sure that kind of contract is legally binding up here.”
Up here...? Jonah opened his mouth to ask, then shook his head. Better for another time. His heart was thudding against his ribs; he wasn’t sure if he was more turned on or terrified by the prospect laid out before him.
“So, how do I choose?”
Torin tipped his head to one side. His hair was long, awfully pale, and it slid away from his skin, exposing the long line of his neck. “Pick one of the toys,” he said, eyes sparkling with amusement.
“What?” Ez asked.
Torin shrugged. “Seems the fairest way, right?” He grinned at Jonah. “Are you going to be disappointed with your choice?”
Jonah looked at each of them. Damon’s glare was intense, and Jonah suspected there was something else behind it. Rafe was carefully avoiding his gaze now. Finley didn’t let up, looking faintly amused, if nothing else.
“No,” Jonah said, almost breathless. “Definitely not.”
“Pick one, then,” Ez said lowly, and Jonah suppressed a full-body shiver. He didn’t know when Ez had come up that close behind him, but he could feel the heat of him against his back.
Jonah stepped closer to the table and eyed the dildos. He’d noticed the differences between the two of them, but now he was close up, he could see the unique features of the others, as well. One had... it looked like something was threaded around it, making it even thicker. How would that feel?
The other was huge. The head was bulbous, and Jonah’s mouth watered at the idea of sucking on it – on the real one, at least. Who did that belong to?
It didn’t matter. He’d made his choice as soon as his eyes had fallen on the case. The one with the bulge at the bottom. They were all larger than average, but this one was thick, and Jonah wondered what it would take to get that bulge inside him.
“That one,” he said, pointing at it, and Ez let out a thoughtful hum.
“Good choice,” Finley said, the smirk finally dropping from his face. He got to his feet and rounded the table. Jonah didn’t move an inch, even as his every instinct was screaming at him to take a step back and run far away.
Finley was in his space, and Jonah had to tilt his head back to look up at him. He didn’t notice the way Torin had slid into Finley’s empty spot on the sofa, or how Damon had sidled up to Rafe’s other side and was watching them both intently.
“You’re up for this, then?” Finley asked. “Wouldn’t want you getting cold feet.”
Jonah huffed and rolled his eyes. “Yes. Yes, I get it, I—”
He didn’t finish the sentence. Finley took his face in both hands and kissed him, tongue immediately sweeping through Jonah’s mouth.
Jonah moaned, reaching up to grab at something, anything— He tightened one hand in Finley’s shirt and his other hand curled around Finley’s forearm.
Finley bit at his lips and when he pulled back, they were both panting.
“Wow,” Jonah heard Torin murmur, and he dropped Finley’s gaze, feeling himself flush.
“No point being shy about it,” Finley said, not unkindly. “They’re gonna see more than that of you.”
Jonah’s head shot back up, and Finley winked. “Not today, sure. That’s more Rafe’s thing, anyway.”
Jonah darted a look at the others, only to find all eyes were on him again, including Rafe’s. He swallowed.
“I had a room prepared,” Ez said. “I’m assuming...”
“As much as I’d love to tear your clothes off and fuck you on the rug here, I don’t think that’s the plan,” Finley said against Jonah’s mouth. “Get the toy.” There was a quiet growl under his words, and Jonah nodded.
It took him a second to disentangle himself from Finley, and then he grabbed the dildo from the case, trying to ignore his shaking hands. One kiss. One. He wanted Finley inside him, like, yesterday.
“Finley,” Ez said, and Finley looked up at him, even as he reached out to grab Jonah’s hand. “Careful.”
Finley smirked. He looked back at Jonah. “I’ll be careful if you ask me to. That okay, sweetheart?”
“Y– Yes.”
***
Finley led them to another room and once they were inside, he pushed Jonah up against the door, claiming his mouth just as thoroughly as he had in front of the others. Jonah clung to him, the dildo still in one hand.
“Such a pretty thing,” Finley murmured as he kissed a path down Jonah’s jaw. “Can I mark you?”
“Sure?”
Finley huffed out a laugh and bit down just hard enough that Jonah whined, back arching from the door. The bruise throbbed when he’d done, and Finley licked over it, leaning back just far enough to admire his handiwork.
Jonah looked at the dildo still in his hand. “This is really... modelled on you?”
Finley grinned. “You think they overestimated?”
“Not like I’ve seen it yet.”
Another kiss, and Jonah sucked on Finley’s tongue, gratified to hear him groan. When they parted, Finley pressed their foreheads together. “Get on your knees,” he said.
Jonah’s stomach twisted, cock twitching in excitement. There were doubts in the back of his mind, of course; that this was a good idea, that it would end well – but as far as he was concerned, he was just having some fun.
He slid to his knees on the plush carpet, staring up into Finley’s face. Finley stroked a hand through his hair. “So pretty,” he murmured, and it was as though his eyes were gold for a moment like there was something else in there. “So obedient.”
Jonah felt himself blush. He dropped the dildo onto the carpet and reached for the fastenings on Finley’s pants. When Finley didn’t stop him, Jonah got his pants open, and then he was reaching inside and pulling out his cock.
Holy shit!
Even half-hard as he was now, Finley was huge. His cock was thicker than all but the largest of the dildos Jonah already owned, curving up as he began to fill under Jonah’s startled gaze.
The hand in Jonah’s hair tightened, and he glanced up. “I hope you’re not just planning to stare at me all day.”
Jonah raised an eyebrow. “I don’t go around sucking off all my toys, you know.”
Finley laughed, and when he spoke again, his voice was a rumbling purr. “You want to make an exception?”
Jonah didn’t need convincing. He leaned in and ran the flat of his tongue over the head of Finley’s cock, then along his length. Finley let out a pleased sound, and though the hand in Jonah’s hair didn’t loosen, he didn’t force Jonah any which way, either.
Stroking what he couldn’t take into his mouth, Jonah sucked, moaning at the feeling of Finley thickening on his tongue. His pre-cum was a burst of salt and Jonah moaned again, chasing that taste, his tongue dipping into Finley’s slit.
Jonah pulled off to take a breath and reached to roll Finley’s balls in one hand, grinning at the choked-off moan it produced. Still, there was something... He frowned, glancing at the dildo before he looked at Finley’s cock again.
“Don’t know if I like that expression on a face that close to my dick,” Finley said.
Jonah huffed out a laugh and looked up. Finley had his other hand braced against the wall above Jonah’s head, and his body was leaning in, crowding him. Jonah liked it. It was as though Finley was keeping the whole world away from them.
“The toy’s different.”
Finley winked again. “That’s a surprise for later.”
“You’re gonna get it up for round two?”
“Oh, the mouth on you,” Finley said, but his grin only widened. “You don’t need to worry about any of our stamina, sweetheart.”
“Really? I guess if you’ve got me doing all the work, then that makes sense.”
The hand in Jonah’s hair tightened again, and he leaned forward, tongue darting out to flick over the head of Finley’s cock.
“You want me to fuck your mouth, pretty boy?”
Jonah sucked his lower lip into his mouth as his dick throbbed in his pants. “Yes.”
“Good. Open up. Tap on my thigh if you want me to stop.”
Jonah nodded, opening his mouth obediently.
Finley stared at him for a long moment before he moved, slowly feeding Jonah his cock.
Jonah groaned around him, eyes fluttering closed as Finley’s cock hit the back of his throat.
Finley groaned, too, and held himself there for a moment where Jonah felt like he was floating.
The moment passed and Finley growled as he started fucking Jonah’s mouth in sharp thrusts. Jonah opened his eyes, blinking away tears as he tried to look up at him. Finley’s expression was almost feral, teeth bared and eyes gold as he watched Jonah.
Jonah moaned again. He fumbled with his own pants, but Finley growled, “No,” and he froze in place. He thrust his cock in deep again and held Jonah there, his nose pressed into the wiry curls at the base of Finley’s dick.
“You’ll cum on my cock,” Finley growled. He pulled Jonah off and let him suck in a desperate breath. “Not before.”
Jonah nodded frantically before he was pulled down onto Finley’s cock again. Each time Finley pulled him off to take a breath, he swallowed greedily, and then Finley’s cock was filling him again, invading every sense he had.
Finley started fucking his mouth more shallowly, and the pre-cum streaming steadily over Jonah’s tongue and down his throat meant he was close. Jonah moaned. He wanted Finley to cum in him, wanted to swallow it down, take all of it...
Finley grunted and slammed in a couple of times as he came in waves. Jonah swallowed as much as he could, aware of cum trickling from the corners of his mouth and down his chin.
“Fuck,” Finley muttered. He didn’t let go of Jonah’s hair, dragging his cock from Jonah’s mouth. Jonah took another deep breath, cock aching so much he thought he might cum if Finley touched him.
“Up. Get up.”
Jonah got to his feet and Finley pushed him firmly against the door again before he leaned in close.
Jonah thought Finley was going to kiss him.
Instead, he licked up the errant traces of cum, collecting them on his tongue, and then when their mouths met, he fed back to Jonah what he hadn’t swallowed before.
Jonah whined, swaying into him. “Finley, I—”
“Oh, you deserve a reward for that,” Finley murmured. He kissed the corner of Jonah’s mouth. “A good, hard fuck for such a good boy.”
Jonah whimpered. His face reddened, and he closed his eyes.
Finley chuckled. “Take your clothes off and get on the bed.”