Jasper
JASPER
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I didn’t know what I expected from tonight, but if being naked in front of Finn was not it, then him burying his head between my thighs and licking my arse came as an absolute surprise.
My back bowed, and my thighs tried to close, but Finn must have known what I’d do as he pinned them open, forcing them a little wider as if to remind me that he was in control. I didn’t know how I felt about the idea that Finn had done this with other men, which was why he was so confident, but the pleasure was so intense that I struggled to think about anything other than his mouth on me.
My cock twitched and throbbed, precum dripping onto my abs at an alarming rate as he rimmed his tongue around my hole. He’d told me to keep my eyes on him, but right now, they were scrunched closed as I tried to control the feelings raging through me. His hands skimmed up my thighs, forcing a loud groan from my lips as he ate my arse.
It should have been embarrassing; it should have felt weird, but for the first time in as long as I could remember, it felt right. I let myself sink into the sensations as his tongue explored and circled my arsehole, and then he pushed with a little more force, the tip of his tongue slipping inside me.
My cries turned into whimpers, the sensation so intense that I could barely breathe. Finn hummed his praise, sending pleasure tingling across my skin.
“So good,” I gasped as my fingers found his hair, pressing him to me as I managed to pry my eyelids open and look down. The sight was something else. Finn was looking up, his emerald eyes dark and locked on me while he speared me with his tongue again and again, creating ripples of intense pleasure. My cock throbbed angrily, the head almost purple, and the vein that ran the length of my shaft pulsed with need. I reached down to touch it, desperate for some friction, some relief, but Finn slapped it away.
“Please,” I whined, sounding as desperate as I felt, pulling a chuckle from Finn’s lips. It felt so wrong and so right—here I was, spread out for a man who was currently on his knees, rimming my arse. Part of me wondered how I’d not known I was gay all these years when this felt as right as it did, but my brain didn’t have the power to unpack that right now, as I was too focused on the sensation.
Just as I was about to get lost in the feeling, Finn lifted his head.
“I need you in the bed, Professor.”
Finn stood, holding out his hand, and I took it, letting him lead me on unsteady legs to the large bed. I stood in front of it, suddenly nervous about what was about to happen. Finn stepped in behind me.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want. We can take it slowly.” I nodded, unable to speak. “Now, get on your hands and knees, and let me introduce you to your P-spot.”