Wait…what?“You did?”
I couldn’t hide the shock in my voice even if I tried. What happened to Finn? Was he abducted by aliens and replaced with this new, not-in-denial version?
He nods and bites back a smile. It’s adorable, but I’m still skeptical. “Was actually kinda hopin’ we could do it again this mornin’.”
Choking on my own spit, I cough, slapping a hand to my chest. Finn has the nerve to laugh. “What is happening?” I ask once the coughing subsides. “Are you feeling okay?” Pressing the back of my hand to his forehead, I mutter, “Do we need to take you to the emergency room?”
Finn throws his head back as he chuckles, and I watch the muscles in his throat flex and his Adam’s apple bob. “I’m serious, Ash,” he offers. Something about the way he says my name causes goosebumps to bloom over my flesh.
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. My mind is hesitant, but my body is very quickly becoming fully on board with the idea. “So, what, you want to fool around with me?” I ask, my eyebrow arched. “Like, right now?”
The adorable smile disappears from his face, replaced with a darkening of his eyes and a look of lust painting his features. Reaching out, he wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me into a laying position and dragging me closer to him. In the blink of an eye, he’s looking down at me. His wet, pink tongue pokes out, wetting his lips in a way that makes my nuts tingle. “Right now,” he husks, his gaze flitting down to my mouth a single second before he leans in and presses his to mine.
It’s alarming how easy it is for me to get lost in this kiss. From the firm, soft way his lips feel to the way his tongue confidently licks into my mouth, tangling with mine. A mintyflavor fills my senses, reminding me that I just woke up and havenotbrushed my teeth yet, but with the way he’s owning my mouth, I don’t even have it in me to be embarrassed by the potential of morning breath. He clearly doesn’t care if the feverous way he’s kissing me is any indication.
I wrap a hand around the back of his neck, fingers tugging gently on the short hair on his nape. He groans into my mouth, letting me know how much he likes that. In no time, I’m rock hard and dying to explore Finn’s body. He said he wanted a repeat of last night, but I wonder what else he’d let me do. What else he’d be comfortable trying. The idea of taking his thick, veiny, fat cock in my mouth, feeling the heavy weight of him on my tongue, has me salivating.
We make out heatedly for a while, like a couple of inexperienced teenagers, but eventually, I decide to take the reins of this ride, remembering how new Finn is to this. The idea of showing the grumpy, relatively put-together Finn how to touch a cock, how to make a man come, and showing him how good I can make him feel, not only feels like a treat, but it’s insanely sexy.
Pressing a hand to his chest, I flip us as I swing a leg over his body and climb on top of him. A quick glance down proves how hard he already is, which heats my blood like no other. Resuming our kiss, I grind on his lap, only the thin fabric of his underwear between us because I never got dressed last night before passing out. I’m aching and making a mess all over the material, my heart pounding so hard I can hear it in my ears.
I kiss my way along his scruffy jaw, down to his neck. Nipping at his collarbone, I tease my way to his chest, tugging one of his hardened nipples between my teeth. I suck gently, my dick twitching as I feel his groan vibrate from his chest. Finn’s got one hand placed on the top of my head while the other holds onto my upper arm, like he has to be touching me at all times.
Working down his fuzzy, muscular chest, I pepper kisses the whole way, letting my tongue dip inside his navel before traveling even lower. The smell of him fills my nostrils, warming my blood—sandalwood, leather, and his natural, heady musk. My head is buzzing as I greedily inhale the scent, wanting to catalog it to memory. I position myself between his spread thighs, peering up at him from beneath my lashes, a jolt of heat shooting down my spine when I find him watching me hungrily, his eyes nearly black, and his cheeks flushed.
He looks…fucking perfect.
“You okay?” I ask, even though he looks more than okay right now. This is brand new for him, and I would never want to do anything that makes him uncomfortable.
Licking his lips, Finn nods. “I’m good.”
God, the rasp in his deep, throaty voice unravels me.
Fingers tucked into the waistband of his black briefs, I shimmy them down with the help of Finn lifting his hips. His mammoth of a cock juts out, slapping against his abs.Fuck, such a beautiful piece of meat.
“You’re not circumcised,” I hum, wrapping my hand around the girthy shaft. It’s not something I noticed before. Probably because the first time he was across the room and last night was too dark. Gaze flicking up to his face, I tell him, “I love that.”
He breathes out a small, boyish laugh that makes my chest tighten. “You do?”
I nod, biting down on my bottom lip as I pump his length in my hand. He’s so big I can’t fully close my fist around him. “It’s fucking sexy, and your foreskin looks so thick and juicy.” I bite back a smile when I see the pink from his cheeks travel down his neck. “Wanna taste it,” I add hoarsely.
Finn swallows, a flare of heat reflecting back at me from his gaze. “Do it.” His voice is gravelly and only a little shaky.He wants it, but he’s also nervous, and there’s something so undeniably attractive about that juxtaposition.
My lip curls. “You want me to take you in my mouth, daddy?”
He nods.
“Yeah? Want me to get you nice and wet with my tongue and show you how good I can suck you? Show you what you’ve been missing? Is that what you want?”
“Fuck,” he groans. “Yes, I want that so bad.”
My heart beats a chaotic rhythm, and every inch of my body feels lit up at hearing him say that. I let go of his cock and sit back on my haunches, a smirk sliding into place as I say, “Beg for it.”
“What?” he asks, breathing out a laugh.
“You heard me.” I lightly tease my fingertips up and down his thick, hairy thigh. “Beg me to suck you off.”
Finn’s brows shoot up on his forehead. “I’m not doing that.”
