A growl sounds from his chest, rumbling as he thrusts harder into my fist. He’s leaking all over my hand, my mouth watering at the memory of how fucking good he tasted unloading in my mouth before.
“You’re sure?” he asks darkly, the gravel in his voice making me shiver.
Huffing out a dry laugh, I say, “Finn, not to be dramatic, but I mayactuallyperish if you don’t get your dick inside of me soon. Yes, I’m sure.”
Finn hangs his head and buries his face in my neck as laughter spills out of him. “Well, we can’t have you die on me now, can we?”
I attempt to bite back the smile spreading on my face, but it’s futile. “Nope, we can’t. So, I suggest you grab your lube and get to work, daddy.”
Sitting back on his knees, Finn’s gaze finds mine, his whole face lit up with an infectious grin. “I can’t with you,” he chuffs, shaking his head before reaching into the drawer of the bedside table. He tosses a clear bottle and a gold foil packet—because of fucking course, Finn would wear a Magnum. His dick is monstrous.
“You don’t need that,” I say, nodding toward the condom. “I mean, unless you’d prefer to wear one.”
Brow cocked, he says, “No?”
I nod. “Yeah, I got a physical before leaving Portland—wanted to do it while I still had insurance—and they tested me. All negative. And I haven’t been with anybody else since moving here.”
He chews on his bottom lip for a moment as he grabs the lube and cracks the lid open. “I, uh… I actually got tested recently too. I do it after every partner.” His eyes widen, and he looks like a deer in headlights. “Not that there’s been a lot or anythin’.”
I can’t help but chuckle. “I wouldn’t give a shit even if there was. A high body count doesn’t mean anything, especially in this day and age when marriage to one person for your whole life is becoming more and more rare.”
“Right.” He nods. “Well, anyway, I got tested when I realized I wanted to end things with…”
He doesn’t finish the sentence, but he doesn’t have to.
My sister.
A lovely reminder of the shitty brother I’m being. That thought alone should be enough to have me put a stop to this, but I don’t. I don’t want to. I need this more than I need to ease my guilt right now, and yeah, that may be incredibly selfish, but that can be future Ash’s problem.
Clearing my throat, I say, “Then we’re good. Ditch the rubber.”
“You’re sure?”
I bite down on my bottom lip. “Yes, daddy,” I purr. “Besides, it’s not like you can get me pregnant, remember?”
He rolls his eyes. It’s fucking adorable. “Yes, Ash. I do know that.”
“Although, the idea of you breeding me is hot as fuck. Filling me up with your juices until you’re dripping out of me.”
All traces of humor vanish from his face as it’s replaced with vivid arousal. I watch as his Adam’s apple rolls in his throat as he swallows. “Tell me what I need to do,” he rasps.
My heart pounds against my ribs, my body an inferno as I realize I get to walk him through this. I get to teach Finn how to fuck a man. How to fuck me. And fuck, that has no business turning me on as much as it does. I clear my throat and swallow, trying to bring some moisture back to my mouth. “Have you had anal sex before?”
“Yes, a few times.”
“How did you get your partners ready for that?”
His eyebrows pinch together. “Do you really want to know?”
I chuckle. “Yes.”
Finn shifts from one knee to another. “I feel like you’re about to scold me for having anal sex wrong,” he mutters.
Biting the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing, I ask, “Why do you say that?”
“Because you’re gay and probably a pro at butt sex.”
“Okay, first of all, not all gay men have penetrative sex.” Sitting up, I take the bottle out of his hand and pour a generous amount onto my fingers. Lying back down, I peer up at him as I bring my fingers to my hole. “Watch what I do first,” I tell him.
