Licking his lips, Finn peers up at me while he slowly strokes me. “Does your piercing make it feel better for you?” he asks, gaze dropping to take it in. I’m fucking mesmerized as I watch the tip of my cock poke out from his large, rough hand.
I swallow, my mouth dry. “Yeah,” I reply. “It makes it a little more sensitive.”
“How long have you had it?”
“Couple years.” My breath gets caught in my throat as I watch Finn lean down and flick his tongue against the jewelry. I moan as he does it again. “Fuck, wrap your lips around me. I wanna feel that hot mouth on my cock.”
His cheeks darken, and something about Finn being bashful is so goddamn cute to me. Hesitating only for a moment, he does exactly what I told him to, and I swear I see god. His tongue flicks against my slit as his lips circle me.
“So good. Keep going,” I beg. “Suck me, daddy.”
Slowly, he takes more of me in his mouth. When he gets to about halfway, he gags, pulling all the way off me immediately. His gaze flies up to mine, eyes bloodshot and wet. I can’t help but chuckle. “You okay?”
He nods, throat bobbing as he swallows a few times.
“Good, then keep going.” Bringing my hand to his head, I guide his mouth back to my dick. “Suck my cock the way you like yours sucked, daddy. Show me what you got.”
I prop myself up on my elbows as I watch him glide up and down my length, getting only about halfway again before he gags, except this time he doesn’t pull off. He keeps going… But more than that, he moans, the sound vibrating down to my balls.
“Don’t be afraid to use your hand too,” I say softly, watching as he curls his fingers around my length, stroking at the same pace as his mouth. “Good, that feelssogood.”
My skin tingles and my toes curl as I let myself become fully immersed in the feel of him around me.
Finn Moore is giving me head.
Holy shit.
Teasing one of my nipples with my fingers, I whimper as he keeps it up, and it takes no time at all before my release creepsup on me. “I’m close,” I moan. “If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you better pull off.”
Finn sits back, hand still pumping me at a delicious pace as he licks his lips, attention focused on my cock. The weight of his hungry gaze sends me over the edge. Jaw slack, I fight to keep my eyes open as pleasure overtakes me. I cry out as my cock throbs, shooting thick, white ropes all over Finn’s hand and my stomach. The orgasm clutches at my insides, wringing me dry. It’s a full-body, tingling, trembling feeling that I want to live in forever.
Lifting his gaze, Finn looks into my eyes with an expression on his face that I can’t quite read. It’s almost…awe, with a mix of pride. I glance down, taking in his cum-covered fist, and the sight nearly makes me come again.
Nodding my chin behind him, I say, “Towel’s in the hamper.”
He swallows, throat bobbing, before he nods and climbs off the bed. Once he’s cleaned off his hand, he walks back over and cleans up the mess on my stomach next. When his dark eyes find mine again, it’s like a series of thoughts pass between us without either of us saying a word. The intensity of his stare, paired with the gentle way he’s cleaning me, makes my throat tight.
The sound of a phone ringing cuts into our bubble, and we both turn our heads to see where it’s coming from. My gaze finds my phone on the nightstand. It isn’t mine. Finn curses under his breath as he bends down and swipes his pants off the ground, digging through the pocket until he pulls out his phone.
He slides across the screen, bringing it up to his ear. “Yeah?” I can’t hear what’s being said on the other end, but after a few moments, he adds, “Okay, I’ll be there in a bit,” before ending the call.
“Everything okay?”
Running a hand over his mouth, he glances at me. “Yeah. Tucker spilled orange soda all over himself, and my dad doesn’thave a spare outfit.” With a sigh, he continues. “I don’t mean to run out of here right after we finish.”
“Finn, you’re fine,” I assure him. “Go get him a change of clothes. He’s more important than any post-coital activities.”
His eyes narrow on me. “Post-coital activities?”
“Mmhmmm.” I smile. “Now, go. He’s probably uncomfortable in the sticky, wet clothes.”
“Okay, thanks.”
Finn doesn’t move for a second, and when his eyes meet mine, he does the last thing I expect him to do. Leaning over the bed, he presses a quick kiss to my lips before standing to his full height again. A faint smile curls his mouth, and then he’s gone.
And I’m left with a racing heart and a goofy grin on my face, wondering how the hell the last twelve hours have been real.
Not even five minutes after he leaves, my phone buzzes. I swipe it off the nightstand, my heart stalling as I take in who it’s from. Nausea twists in my gut.
