“No?”
“No. I don’t beg anybody.”
I smirk, moving to get up. “Okay, then. I guess you don’t want?—”
“Okay, wait!” he blurts out, sitting up as he grabs me by the upper arm. I’m halfway off the bed and have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling as I turn my head to meet his gaze. I lift my brows questioningly and wait. His jaw’s tight, and I can see the internal struggle. He wants it, but I’m sure it goes against everything he’s used to. And that’s exactly why I want him to beg. The power shift is a rush. Finally, he blows out an exaggerated sigh and says so quietly, “Please?”
Elation fills me, but he has to do better than that. “Please, what?”
I can’t help the smile that tugs on my lips when he looks at me deadpan. “Ash.”
“If you want me to do it, you’re going to have to use your words,Finn.” I purposely say his name with as much growl as he used to say mine, enjoying this moment way more than I should.
“You’re a pain in the ass,” he huffs.
Chuckling, I say, “I can be, but I don’t think we’re there yet.”
The confusion on his face as he thinks over what I said is almost as adorable as the wide-eyed expression he gives me when he must figure it out. “Oh, uh.” Clearing his throat, he turns bright red. “Not what I meant.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I laugh. “Now, let’s hear it.”
His nostrils flare as he exhales harshly. “Please…suck my cock.”
“Was that so hard?” I tease as I resume my position between his legs. He’s still rock hard, which is a good sign. He glowers down at me as he lies back down. Fisting his length again, I stroke it a few times. “A cock this big and beautiful should be worshipped every day,” I rasp. “Every day that ends without a mouth around this is a waste.”
The desire staring back at me when I peer up at him nearly knocks me on my ass, and it only intensifies as I lean in and flick my tongue against the slick, glistening tip. The salty, warm flavor of his dripping arousal awakens my tastebuds, and the groan that rumbles out of me is wholly involuntary.
“Fuck, you taste good, daddy,” I murmur before dragging the flat of my tongue along the length of him. His thigh muscles tense and his breaths come out ragged. Next, I dip my tongue underneath the thick foreskin, swirling it around the crown, relishing the cry that escapes Finn.
“Oh, shit,” he gasps. “Do that again.”
Smiling to myself, I do exactly as I’m told, licking the head like it’s my favorite lollipop while stroking the shaft at the same time. My other hand comes up, cupping his big, round balls, rolling them in my palm, squeezing just enough to illicit anothermoan from him, a sound I’m quickly realizing is becoming a favorite of mine.
I close my lips around him, sinking down and taking more of his length in my mouth. A shot of pure arousal shoots straight to my dick when hewhines. God, he’s so fucking responsive, I can’t get enough of it. As I get farther down, my throat constricts around him when I gag, but I push through, breathing through my nose and letting my jaw relax, until he’s fully seated. I’m engulfed in him in the very best way. He’s clinging to every one of my senses, and I’m floating in a state of ecstasy.
Hollowing my cheeks, I bring my head up before sinking down again. With my hand still working his balls, I bob my head, swirling my tongue around as I suck him down. His muscles are tense, and his fingers are thrusted into my hair atop my head, tugging every so often like he’s trying to hold on. Spit dribbles out of the corners of my mouth, the sounds filling the room filthy and wet.
“Oh, fuck, Ash,” Finn moans, his voice thickened with lust. “Fuck, fuck, that feels good. Don’t stop.”
I moan around his length, enjoying this nearly as much as he is. My dick is so unbelievably hard, it almost hurts, and the need to come is strong. But not yet. First, him. Using my free hand, I wrap it around him at the base, stroking him in tandem with my mouth, flicking my wrist on each upstroke. It doesn’t take long before I feel him swell and his balls tighten. He’s so close, he’s leaking all over my tongue and moaning loudly. I want his cum more than I want my next breath. Want to drink him down, taste him, drown in him.
His fingers tighten to a painful level on my hair as he cries out, and the next moment, his cock pulses right before he spills all over my tongue. Glancing up at him, I’m in awe at how beautiful he looks letting go. The morning light covers him in a golden glow, head thrown back, and chest glistening with sweat.He rides the wave of his release as I milk him for every last drop. I continue to suck him long after he’s finished, feeling him soften in my mouth as his body relaxes on the bed.
Pulling off, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand as I take him in, in all his post-nut glory. His eyelids are heavy, cheeks flushed, and he’s wearing a dopey smile. Completely sated.
Pride swells in my chest because, yeah, I did that. I made him feel that good.
Finn’s gaze drags down my body, landing on my very hard and very evident erection. The way he’s looking at me sets my blood ablaze all over again. It’s both full of curiosity and desire. Looking back up at me, he clears his throat and asks, “Can I?”
“You don’t have to if you’re not ready,” I tell him.
He gives me a terse shake of his head, brows pinched. “No, I want to.” The conviction in his words sends a shiver down my spine.
It also makes me feel oddly vulnerable, though I’m not sure why. I nod. “Okay.”
Scooting over, Finn gestures to the spot beside. “Lie down.”
My throat tightens as my heart thuds against my ribs. This isn’t the first time we’ve fooled around, so I’m not sure why the idea of him touching me is making me as nervous as it is. As I get into position, he slides down, getting between my legs just like I was to him. For several long moments, he doesn’t touch me. Instead, he runs his gaze all over me. My face, my chest, my cock. He drinks me in, looking nervous but also like he likes what he sees. When he finally grabs my stiff length, I gasp, pleasure rocketing through my every limb from the touch.
