jesse #2
Finn’s eyes had that mischievous flare in them when I said those words, and he guided my hand from his waist to his crotch, the bulge so firm that it must have hurt.
My cock throbbed as soon as my hand recognized what it was going for, and I bit my lip to stifle a moan as I closed my hand lightly over his hard dick, making him wince.
I didn’t tease him then. I didn’t ask him to say it because there was no doubt in my mind anymore.
Oh, I had many fears in me, many questions about what would come after, but they all cowered in the shadowy corners of my mind, somewhere so deep that even the brilliant light of him couldn’t shine on them.
My other hand reached to the top of Finn’s jacket and pulled the zipper down. He wore a dark blue sweater, his perfect figure hidden under the layers, and he shrugged off his jacket as soon as he could.
Moving my hand off his crotch, I hooked my fingers inside his dark brown belt, tugging him closer. “Not fair,” I said. “I’m not even wearing anything.”
“Do you want to put something on so we can be even?” Finn teased.
“I have a better idea,” I said, slipping my hand off his belt and closing my fist around the edge of his sweater, then lifting it up.
He wore a white undershirt beneath it, and he looked so sexy in it after he took the sweater off, tossing it on the floor.
His shoulders were round and defined, biceps curving in that sexy way of strong arms, and all that was left was the undershirt hiding his sculpted torso.
I’d seen him last weekend, seen him change. I’d committed the image of his figure to my memory so swiftly that it still lived before my eyes whenever I blinked.
I took him into my arms again, taking control of us both at last, and kissed him, hungry for more.
Starving for him. My hands worked on their own, knowing the way, and I untucked his undershirt, then lifted it swiftly over his head before pulling him in again just to feel his abs against mine, his chest against my chest, the warmth of us combining and mixing.
And when I kissed him, it was with relief.
Nothing bad had happened. Nothing had gone wrong. It was so easy and simple to turn off the speeding thoughts and simply lean into him, take him, have him.
Finn undid his belt and pulled down the zipper of his pants, then stepped back from me, holding my gaze challengingly.
I didn’t blink. I didn’t even think about it.
Falling to my knees before him was the easiest thing I’d ever done.
I pulled his pants slowly down his legs, revealing his light green boxer briefs and the perfect outline of his hard cock stretching the tight fabric.
The pants moved down his smooth thighs, then over the light hair that sparsely covered his shins and calves, coiling around his ankles.
My gaze was elsewhere, looking up at his chiseled abs, up at his broad chest, his defined, round pecs, and his long neck. Looking up at his beautiful face.
Without the need for words, I reached up, cupping his ass in both hands and moving him closer to me, leaning in until my mouth pressed against the shape of his cock, the fabric of his underwear still separating us. This was fair, I supposed, but it wasn’t enough.
It couldn’t be enough.
I wanted this to last forever.
But for now, I settled for the moment we were in. It was the only thing promised to us.
My mouth followed the length of his cock until it reached the tip, and I pulled the waistband of his underwear down his firm, round ass, the front moving with it and pulling his cock lower.
My lips moved from his trapped cock onto the smooth skin around its base, kissing him and feeling him tense up, bracing himself. I kissed him gently, licking his skin while my hands tormented him with tension until the waistband slipped over his cock, and it finally sprang up, sliding by my face.
I moved back, desperate to see it, and not a little intimidated. He was hard as rock, eight inches long and curving slightly to the left, toward me, with a slick head shining with precum and a restless throb of excitement. And I was ravenous for him.
All else fell away, and it was just us, Finn and I, in my room, naked or near enough not to matter, indulging in the oldest fantasy I could remember.
I worked spit into my mouth and parted my lips wide enough to take him in, and I didn’t hesitate anymore.
Taking him into my mouth, the scent of his musk mixed with the lingering scent of his body wash crawled into my nostrils, and the slightly salty flavor of his precum spread over my tongue.
The fullness, the wonder, the sheer size of him inside my mouth made my heart beat a thousand times faster, but I inhaled through my nose, savoring the scent of him, and wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock before making another move.
And when I moved, we shuddered in unison. I felt him, all of him, trembling with the release of tension, and I trembled in response, unable to control or contain it.
Realizing that he was just as unsure, just as sensitive, just as taken aback by the fact that this was happening, it emboldened me, and I bobbed my head harder, taking his cock deeper into my mouth, letting my hand slip off the base, and taking him into my throat.
My hand moved over his balls, touching him gently without making him flinch. I cupped them in my palm, then leaned in deep enough to feel my chin press lightly against them, my gaze flicking up for reassurance.
Finn’s face was shattered with pleasure and tension and something I couldn’t quite decipher. But it encouraged me, and I let my other hand glide over the curve of his ass, moving toward the middle.
We hadn’t discussed this. We hadn’t even thought of discussing it.
I knew next to nothing about the things Finn liked, and he didn’t know where my hard lines were.
But that didn’t matter. I trusted him to ask before crossing any, and I trusted him to tell me what he wanted.
And in the end, if this was all we got to do, I would still be the happiest I’d ever been.
I loved sucking his dick. I loved knowing that the taste of him was all over my mouth, that the hardness of him was such because I was making him that way.
Finn put his hands on the back of my head, holding me as he swayed his hips back and forth, ramming his cock against my throat with increasing pressure. “Fuck,” he murmured. Then, more clearly, strained, “Fuck, Jes. Fuck.”
Invigorated that I could do this to him, that I could make him split by the seams and curse and forget all other words, I forced my throat to loosen and relax, forced it to take him deep inside until I crushed my open mouth against his body, chin pressing harder against his balls, and my other hand sliding between his cheeks, only teasing.
Though I couldn’t breathe or even moan, it was Finn who made a choked sound, grunting, his dick pulsing inside my mouth for a dangerously long moment before he pulled it out.
He was barely standing on his feet, swaying as he looked down. “Fuck,” he repeated softly. “I want to do that to you, too.”
I wiped the saliva off my chin with the back of my hand, then rose to my feet, a little unsteady.
My dick pushed against the towel hard enough to pitch a tent, and I let Finn be the one to untie it and let it drop.
When I stood naked in front of him, I watched for his reaction.
Would he step back? Would he worry? Would he care at all?
But the corners of Finn’s mouth ticked up, his lips stretching.
“That is…” He shook his head. “Fuck, Jesse.” He looked into my eyes and stepped forward, closing the distance.
“I had a feeling…” His smile only grew brighter as he failed to complete any sentences.
“It’s the energy you have. All brooding confidence.
” He reached between my legs with one hand, taking my cock into his hand and giving it a slow, lazy stroke.
“I never back down from a challenge,” he said in a low, husky voice that sent shivers down my arms.
“I’ll be gentle,” I said.
Finn bit his lip as if to stop himself from saying something, then decided against caution. “Not the whole time, I hope.”
And if those words didn’t set my heart on fire, none ever would. I swept him into my arms, spun him around, and brought him to the edge of the bed, then let him sit down and free his feet from the pants and underwear.
And when he was free at last, he spread his knees a little to let me stand between his legs. Placing his hands on my hips, without missing a beat, he opened his mouth wide and leaned in to fill it with my cock.
Finn’s throat constricted against the tip of my cock, and tension soared through me, making my toes curl and spread. I bit my lip against a rising moan, pushing it down as I pulled my hips back and thrust them forward.
Finn’s pleading look from below was hotter than anything he could have done with his mouth.
Big, beautiful eyes framed by long eyelashes, set deep under dark eyebrows that curved expressively with a mixture of lust and fear, though only a trace of it.
Only enough to make me careful when I cupped the back of his head and rose to the tips of my toes, sliding my dick deeper into his relaxing throat until his eyes glimmered.
Seemingly without an overture, without any prologue at all, everything came to me at once.
Everything that I’d hidden deep down, locked up, left in the corners to collect dust and fade from my memories.
Every fantasy, every wish, every promise, every moment of weakness over the years when I’d almost texted him just for fun, just because I could, but hadn’t.
Every long night when he’d haunted my thoughts.
Every idea of what he had become and what he no longer was.
My chest tightened to the point that I couldn’t breathe. My fists closed abruptly, and I pulled away from Finn. “Stop,” I breathed. “Wait.”