I’m playing with fire.
But so is Finn. There is no way, in no universe, he thinks what he pulled in the kitchen a little while ago is appropriate…or normal behavior for a straight man. I know jealous when I see it, and the flared look in his green eyes as he all but demanded to know if I was seeing somebody told me everything I need to know.
It’s been almost an hour since the interaction, and my body is still fired up. Finn’s room shares a wall with mine, and I heard him head to bed a few minutes ago, and the devil on my shoulder is urging me to do something I really,reallyshouldn’t…like taunt him. Funny thing is, the angel that’s supposed to accompany him on the other shoulder is nowhere to be found.
That’s a sign that I should do it…right?
As I sit with my back against the headboard, my hands itch with a need to pick up one of the toys in the box beside me. Finn’s right on the other side of the wall; it wouldn’t be hard to get his attention. I know this because sometimes I can hearhim when I’m in bed. Nothing spicy, like hearing him jack off—I fucking wish—but I can hear if he coughs or is listening to music. The walls are pretty thin.
My gaze slides over to the box for the third time since I heard him go into his room, and I bite down on my bottom lip as I contemplate if I’m actually going to do something so reckless. This little half-thought-out plan is clearly a thinking-with-my-dick type of situation, but I can’t help but want to. My body thrums with a salacious, electric energy, and it has since I called him out on being jealous in the kitchen.
Finn may not understand it, but he wants me.
Andfuck, does that turn me on like no other.
Screw it, I’m doing it.
I reach behind my head, ripping my shirt off, letting it drop to the floor as I raise my hips off the bed and shimmy out of my pants. My heart races a mile a minute as I open the drawer to my nightstand, pulling out the regular bottle of lube. With my heart in my throat and my skin alight, I get my hole ready to take the dildo. It’s been a minute since I’ve done any sort of ass play, and my body is craving it, and not only because I know Finn is going to hear it, but because I genuinely love it. I love the feeling of being stuffed full. The stretch, the initial burn, the pleasure that comes from fucking myself, and the fireworks that come from grazing my prostate over and over again.
When it comes to sex, I’m very much a switch, but bottoming is my favorite. There’s something so delicious and arousing about being somebody’s hole to use. Feeling them fill me and fuck me, knowing that my body is the reason they’re overflowing with pleasure. Having somebody take charge, order me around, man handle me… There’s nothing like it.
Once I’ve worked a few fingers in, getting me nice and opened up, and I feel confident, I slather the dildo in a generous layer of lube before easing it into my freshly prepped hole. As Iinch the silicone cock farther into my slick entrance, I wrap a fist around my stiff length, stroking at the same time. I let my head fall back onto the headboard as a moan slips past my lips at the double pleasure.
“Fuck,” I groan, the burn from the stretch quickly morphing into something more tantalizing. A type of pleasure I can feel through every inch of my body. It’s an electric current soaring through my veins.
For the sake of taunting Finn, I purposely moan louder than I typically would. Knowing that he is lying in bed, hearing the sounds I’m making, does nothing but amplify how turned on I am. And the twisted part of me can’t help but find the forbidden nature of it all that much more arousing. Finn is my boss. Knowing that hot, gruff, cowboy of a boss is on the other side of the wall, knowing exactly what I’m doing, makes everything hotter.
When my balls tighten up, and I feel myself getting closer to the edge, I let go of my hand and slow down the dildo pumping into my ass. I imagine Finn in the other room, most likely hard and probably frustrated by the fact.
Is he touching himself to the sounds of my pleasure?
Or is he being stubborn and refusing himself altogether?
And of the two, which is hotter? No doubt, the image of him stroking his cock to me is enough to make me almost bust, but his denial of what he really wants has its own appeal too.
Deciding to amp up the taunt, I wrap my palm around my slick, leaking cock again, pumping as my other hand works the toy deep in my ass. “Fuckkkk,” I shamelessly moan, scooting myself down into a lying position on top of the bed. My hips thrust up of their own accord, both greedily chasing my fist and swallowing the dildo simultaneously. “So. Fucking. Good.”
My heart is a chaotic drum, beads of sweat lining my forehead and covering my chest. Something so wrong has never felt so right.
“It’s so big,” I groan, my face turned toward the wall to make sure he can hear me. A smirk tugs on my lips. Fuck, what I would give to see him, to know what’s going through his mind. “It stretches meso good, daddy. You should see the way my hungry hole swallows the big, fat cock.”
My voice is raspy and low, the pleasure soaring through my body evident in my words. Words that should have me embarrassed to say, especially considering who Finn is to me, but I’m not. Instead, I feel on fire. Alive. Empowered.
After another minute, I hear Finn’s door opening, and my heart stalls for a moment as I stop what I’m doing.
Fuck.This is about to backfire on me. He’s going to come in here and tell me how out of line I am. Maybe even fire me.
Did I read the situation wrong?
I wait on bated breath when nothing happens. Somehow, I can sense he’s standing on the other side of my door, though. He’s fighting with himself on whether to knock or come in. I can feel it; I don’t know how, but I can.
Maybe I didn’t read the situation wrong, after all. Maybe curiosity got the best of him, and he’s fighting with his desire to watch. Fuck, that thought sends arousal rippling down my spine as it settles deep in my balls. If I’m right, then I better give him something to make it impossible to ignore, shouldn’t I?
With that filthy thought in mind, and the image of him standing just on the other side of the door, maybe with his ear pressed up against it, I get back to work. The thick, silicone dildo glides in and out of my lubed-up hole as my fist strokes my hard, throbbing cock to the same rhythm. Needy, unabashed moans vibrate from my chest, slipping past my lips as I lose myself to the sensation. My body is an inferno, lit up and thrumming witharousal and desire and a sexy feeling of naughtiness that I’ve never experienced.
Not even a full minute later, the unthinkable happens; my bedroom door opens. My heavy, hooded gaze flies up, watching as Finn steps into the space cautiously. He doesn’t make it far, and I can tell by the tightness to his jaw and the way his shoulders are stiff and clear up to his ears that he’s nervous, and maybe even a little uncomfortable. But as my gaze glides farther down his form, I can also tell by the tent in his briefs that he’s also incredibly turned on. The sight sends a wave of heat through my body. My cock leaks pre-cum, and I use it as extra lube as my hands never stop moving.
Not when he closes the door behind him.
