Chapter Twenty-One
FINN
I’m first in the bedroom, but Sel wins the game. Eager me is so busy throwing aside the duvet that I forget I still have my briefs on. Sel swaggers in—every hot inch of him—and I realize that I haven’t lost a damn thing. I’ll cook breakfast for him any day he wants.
Sel slowly stalks toward me, his stiff dick curled up against his abs.
Never mind tomorrow, I want to eat now. I’m so hungry for him that the closer he gets, the harder I’m shaking.
When I look up into his eyes, all that heat aimed at me, I’m ready to melt into the floor.
He makes me wait, teasing me, stepping close but never touching.
Surrounded by his body heat, and the smell of his sweat and precum; it’s intoxicating.
Every part of my body is primed to fuck.
I push my navy briefs off, throw them aside and… oops, they land on his pillow.
“Score,” I quip.
Sel shakes his head. “No, I’m the one who’s winning.”
He closes the distance between us. Before I get a chance to lean in and kiss him, he cups my face in his hands and rubs his thumbs over my scruff.
“This is so freaking sexy,” he groans. “Never shave again.”
“Same goes.”
“Give me that beautiful mouth,” he demands. “And don’t even think of denying the compliment, Baran, or I’ll swat your ass red.”
“Go for it, you’ve already left bruises there,” I chuckle. “Fingerprints on my hips too, which Cody noticed during my massage.”
Sel offers a naughty grin as he moves one hand down my chest and around my hip, his fingers trailing fireworks along my skin.
“Good. I hope he knows you’re off limits.”
“Nah, he probably thinks I get laid a lot.”
“That’s the plan moving forward,” Sel quips and squeezes me, goosebumps popping up all over my body. “But only with me. Now give me your mouth.”
The lighthearted mood vanishes as we reach for each other, our lips crashing together, his tongue seeking mine.
Sel doesn’t hold back, pushing me down onto the bed, and I moan when he settles on top of me.
Fuck, this feels so good, nothing between us except our eager cocks.
I wrap my legs around his hips and grind against him, my dick needing friction.
He angles his head and kisses me deeply, and when he sucks on my tongue, my eyes roll back in my head.
I’ve never had such a visceral reaction to a kiss. I swear I could come from that alone.
“What do you want?” he asks and lowers his head to trail kisses on my neck. “What do you need?”
I don’t reply at first, overwhelmed.
“And to let you know,” he adds. “I got tested during training camp, same as you, and everything’s good.”
What I want, and need, is to fuck him, to be as close as we can get.
But I’m not sure if I should say that. Am I ready?
My gut says yes. What if he wants to return the favor?
I’m not ready to be fucked yet. I’m hella curious, but my nerves are holding me back.
If Sel wants to blow me, though, I’m down for that…
“Finn?”
“Sorry, I’m short-circuiting,” I admit.
“Tell me,” he encourages with another kiss.
Sliding my hands down his broad back, I grab hold of his ass.
“I want you to suck me off and I…only if it’s something you want… I really, really want to fuck you. But that can wait. I’ve never done anal so—”
“Never?”
I feel my face burn and shake my head. “My ex wasn’t into that, and even if I was curious, I respected her decision.”
He doesn’t say a word and I keep going.
“Forget I said anything. You’ve had so many lovers, and I would probably—”
Sel starts to pull away and my gut clenches. Fuck, no. Has he changed his mind?
He scoots back and starts kissing his way down my chest.
“Oh God.”
I guess not.
His rough tongue torments my nipples, and I can’t help but grab on tight to his hair and urge him closer.
Sel doesn’t stop, moving lower, licking and nipping my abs, and of course, my belly button.
By the time his tongue teases my pubes, I’m writhing and moaning, my dick starving for all his attention.
“Have you ever been rimmed?” he asks, his voice hoarse.
I shake my head. Another rush of precum leaks out of my dick.
“Do you want to try it?”
“Yes.” I nod, anxious but excited to experience it for the first time.
To experience it with him.
“Hold your knees to your chest,” he growls.
I obey without question, but there’s a vulnerability to this position, one I hadn’t considered until now. I had a shower earlier, but that’s it. And I’m not waxed. Will he be grossed out by the way I look? I’m fully exposed here. What if Sel doesn’t like what he sees?
“Um—”
“So hot,” Sel rasps, cupping and massaging my ass cheeks, his hot breath teasing my thigh. “Every inch of you, Finn. Every sexy freckle.”
I’m blushing head to toe now.
“You still good?” he asks.
“Fuck yes.”
“This will help you relax.”
I choke out a nervous laugh. “Something tells me it’ll be the opposite. Once you have your tongue anywhere near my ass, I’ll lose it.”
“No you won’t. And that’s an order,” he playfully demands. “I’m gonna worship this gorgeous ass, suck on your balls, and take your cock all the way down my throat. Then, and only then, can you come. And I’m going to swallow every drop.”
“You want to s-swallow my cum?”
“We both passed our physicals, right? Fuck yes, I want to.”
My balls ache so bad and my dick’s harder than a hockey stick.
“Oh shit, I’m getting close,” I grunt.
“Not until I have your pretty cock in my mouth.”
“Goddamn it,” I groan loudly and throw my head back on the pillow. “Stop talking and start rimming.”
“Are you sure?” he quips.
I groan. “Baby, don’t ask twice.”
Sel stares up at me.
Did I say that? Did I call him “baby” out loud?
“Say that again,” he whispers and nips my thigh.
“Goddamn it?”
He swats my ass cheek in retaliation, and I moan loudly because that is so freaking hot.
“Say it,” he demands with a wide smile.
“Only if you spank my other cheek.”
Sel grunts in frustration as he smacks my other cheek. Fucking hell.
“My ass is yours, baby.”
I watch Sel’s reaction to my words. He licks his lips, and with that determined glint in his eyes, there’s no question I’m about to be devoured. He leans down and pulls my cheeks apart, his hot breath teasing my hole. My cock jerks in response, trails of precum marking my abs.
Holy shit. He’s going to put his tongue in my ass.
This is way more intimate than fucking. I want to grab a pillow and throw it over my face to hide my blush, but at the same time, I can’t look away. I’m mesmerized as he lowers his head. All it takes is one hot swipe of his tongue in my crease and every nerve ending in my ass comes to life.
“Jesus Christ,” I whimper.
He looks up at me. “Okay?”
“Okay?!” I exclaim. “Don’t fucking stop.”
Sel’s chuckle is deep and dirty as he drops his head again.
This time, he doesn’t hesitate, pushing his face into my ass.
His rough beard scrapes my skin, his wicked tongue teasing the rim of my hole.
I’m sweating and swearing because the pleasure’s unreal, too much but not enough.
He licks higher, over my taint, then back to my sensitive hole, and my balls draw up tight.
I keen loudly, pushing my ass into his face and he continues to torture my skin.
I’m so turned on I can barely breathe. When he slides that wicked tongue around the rim of my hole and lingers there, both of us groan.
“I wanna eat you out,” he murmurs and nips my ass cheek. “You want that? To be tongue-fucked?”
That sounds filthy and hot as hell.
“Yes,” I pant. “But I haven’t, uh, you know, prepared—”
“Don’t care,” he growls.
Fuck me, that’s hot.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Please.”
I don’t play with my ass very often but know I want this.
And when Sel’s hot, greedy tongue pushes into my hole, I’m overloaded with pleasure that I have no words for.
I clutch my knees so tight I’m gonna give myself bruises.
Without realizing, I rock my hips and shove my ass in his face, begging for more.
Sel hums and continues to eat at my hole until I’m about to lose it.
When he pulls his mouth from my body, I all but scream in frustration.
“Patience,” he groans deeply and sits up. “Lower your feet to the mattress.”
I do as he instructs. Sel leans back in, and this time he goes right for my balls, licking then sucking them into his mouth.
Fucking hell, this man knows what he’s doing.
He takes his time about it, and between his naughty tongue and the dirty sounds he’s making—I’m making—my climax gets closer to the edge.
Writhing, I grab hold of the sheets, clawing at them because I’m about to fall apart in the most incredible way.
Then he moves higher, to my cock. Gripping the base of my dick with one hand, he leans over and sticks the tip of his tongue into my slit, licking the precum.
“You taste fucking delicious,” he grunts.
I nearly come, grabbing his hair and pulling tight to warn him.
“I’m so close,” I gasp. “Shit, am I holding on too tight?”
He answers by swirling his tongue around the head of my dick and then swallowing me, inch by inch, down his throat. All the way down. Holy hell, I’ve never experienced this either. Hands down, it’s already the best blow job.
How does he do that? Can he breathe?
Sel bob’s his head up and down, the tight, wet heat of his mouth and throat surrounding my cock.
My body’s rigid with the need to come. My balls draw up tight, my climax set to unleash, and I can’t hold on much longer.
I clutch his head tighter and dig my heels into his back, now slick with sweat.
He moans and sucks harder, faster, and my body locks up tight, the pleasure spiraling out of control.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I whimper. “Come so hard.”