Not when he folds his arms over his chest.
Not when he rests his shoulder against the wall near my closet.
And not when his gaze zeros in on the lower half of my body. His eyes flicker between the toy working over my ass and the hand stroking my cock.
Finn clenches his jaw as he watches me. He never says a word, but his eyelids grow heavy and there’s a flush to his cheeks that creeps down his neck that has my heart pounding more powerfully. His gaze on my body is heady. It’s a rush of adrenaline like no other.
My lips part, a breathy moan falling from them that has his eyes snapping up to my face.Holy fuck,he’s a sight to see. The restraint he’s trying so hard to hold on to is slipping by the minute. Body coiled tight, arms firmly crossed, like he knows if he lets them fall to his sides, he’ll do something wild… Like touch himself to the sight of me masturbating.
God, I want him to do just that.
What I would give to see a man as put together as Finn lose all control.
I get close again, way too soon, so I let go of my dick and slow down with the dildo. My cock slaps against my stomach, the sound amplified in the quiet room. Sliding my finger through the mess pooling on my skin, I bring the digit up to my mouth, my eyes locked on Finn’s as I close my lips around it and suck it clean.
His gaze darkens, nostrils flaring as he exhales sharply.
I wrap my hand around my cock again and pump it a little slower this time, really putting on a show for him. This is so wrong, but I don’t care. I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. His attention is addicting.
“You like what you see?” I taunt as my hips thrust up.
He doesn’t say anything, but his attention travels back down to where the toy is entering me.
“It’s so good,” I moan. “It’s so big and hits all the right places. Fuck, can you see how much I’m leaking from there?”
Jaw flexing, he flattens his lips, and I applaud his control, even though I know with absolute certainty it’s going to break. Finn’s walls are crumbling, and he’s going to give in to what I know he really wants. It’s written all over his face.
“Have you ever had your prostate milked, daddy?” I ask him, voice hoarse. He surprises me when he gives me a clipped shake of his head.Figures.“You don’t know what you’re missing.” I moan, long and low, as the tip of the toy grazes the sweet spot inside of me that feels like pure ecstasy. “The way pleasure hits you from the inside out, the tingles that take over your body, the toe-curling waves of warm, mind-numbing bliss.”
I keep a steady rhythm. Fucking my ass and fist in tandem, while my gaze never falters from Finn. His lips are parted, face even more flushed than before, and his cock is so hard I’m surprised it hasn’t busted through the thin cotton material yet.
A smirk curls my lips as I drag my gaze up and down his body. His Adam’s apple rolls in his throat as he swallows.
“Come on, daddy,” I taunt. “Pull yourself out. You know you want to; I can see how turned on you are from over here.”
Finn makes no attempt to move.
“That’s gotta hurt,” I mutter, nodding toward his impressive erection. “Give in to what you want to do. I won’t tell anybody. It’ll be our little filthy secret.”
For a moment, I don’t even think he’s breathing, and I’m convinced he won’t do it. But then…
Well, then he shocks the hell out of me as he drops his arms and shoves the briefs down just enough to free himself. Like a man on the verge of combusting, he wraps a tight fist around his thick and long cock, wasting no time as he strokes himself with an angry type of fervor.
AndChrist, what a sight it is.
“Fuck, daddy,” I gasp, taking in the scene before me. “Look at that fat cock. I knew you’d be huge.”
Groaning, his fist flies up and down his length faster, which makes me speed up, wanting to match his pace.
“That’s it,” I murmur. “Feels good giving in to your desires, doesn’t it?”
“What the fuck are you doing to me?” he growls, the sound washing over me.
“You like watching me fuck myself with this toy, don’t you?” His tan, corded arm flexes as he jacks himself, the sight like straight out of my fantasy. “Answer me,” I push. I desperately need to hear him say it. I know it to be true, but something about hearing him utter the words I know he doesn’t want to makes it that much filthier and sexier.
Clenching his jaw, his eyes come up to mine, the flame burning within them so bright it would knock me off my feet had I been standing. “Yes,” he snarls, and I can see how hard he’s trying to stay in control. I can also see how quickly he’s slipping. How close he is to losing it altogether.
“What about my cock?” I ask. “Like watching me stroke myself too?”
