“Yeah, but Ash,youfelt like shit about it, and you’ve carried this around with you all this time. You deserve to get that off your chest. You can’t hurt yourself in favor of protectin’ her. Your feelin’s matter just as much as hers do.”
Turning my head, my gaze connects with his, and my body warms. “Since when are you all Mr. Therapy?” I ask in a teasing tone that makes him chuckle.
“You know I’m right,” he drawls before taking a swig from his beer. Silence falls over us for a moment, but I can see he wants to say more. After he clears his throat, he asks, “Did you, uh… This isn’t, like, a subconscious way to get her back, is it?” He gestures between us, and my heart drops when I realize what he’s asking.
“No!” I blurt out, jumping to my feet. “Oh my gosh, no! At first, I wondered if my attraction to you could be that, but I quickly realized that I could never be that type of person. I like you, Finn, and this hasnothingto do with my sister.”
A boyish grin cracks wide open on his face that sends a swarm of butterflies around my stomach. “You like me, huh?”
My palms get sweaty as my heart beats faster. “I mean, I thought that was obvious,” I reply as nonchalantly as I can.
Finn stands up and saunters toward me. His eyes darken, and it has me taking an instinctive step back, which presses me up against the railing on the porch. Crowding me, he grips mychin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing my head up until we lock eyes.
“Say it again,” he growls, his heated gaze boring into me.
Fuck, my bodyreallylikes the way he sounds.
“I like you.”
He smirks, causing my stomach to do a whole ass somersault. “I like you too,” he offers so casually.
Eyebrows shooting up, I say, “You do?”
Bringing his mouth down to mine, he drawls, “Thought it was obvious.”
I roll my eyes at him throwing my words back at me, but before I can think of a snarky response, his lips are on mine. He’s still got a firm hold on my chin, and his other hand comes to my hip, gripping me as he brings his body flush with mine. My blood heats, every inch of me lighting up as his tongue slips into my mouth, brushing against mine. I can taste the beer on his tongue, and somehow it only makes me hotter.
Pressing his forehead to mine, he rasps, “I meant what I said the other night. You’remine, Ash.”
I swallow thickly. “Wasn’t sure if that was just something you said in the heat of the moment.”
Finn holds my gaze, and the intensity staring back at me gives me goosebumps. “This may be new for me, and it may have taken a while for me to figure it out, but I’m not a man who says shit he doesn’t mean. I meant it.”
And then his mouth is on mine again. Hungry lips devouring greedily, like he’s trying to show me just how much he means it. Finn owns my mouth with this kiss, demolishing every last thought in my mind and awakening something needy and desperate inside of me. My hands find his belt buckle, and I work it open before flicking the button on his jeans and sliding the zipper down.
“I want you to fuck me,” I pant into his mouth as I free his thick length that’s already nearly hard. Finn breathes harshly against my lips, his eyes pinched shut as I stroke him in my fist, enjoying the feel of his heavy, silky cock against my palm. I love the way my fingers can barely touch from how fat he is, and the way it curves slightly up, and how I can vividly remember the way, because of the curve, he pegged my prostate with each brutal thrust the night we had sex.
And his balls.God, his fucking balls. They should be the standard because they’re so fucking glorious. Smooth, heavy, and huge, just like the rest of him. There’s nothing that drives me wilder than a man with a fat cock and a set of low hangers between his legs. The fact that I haven’t had the pleasure of taking those beautiful nuts in my mouth yet almost has me dropping to my knees right now and saying screw the sex, but I need to feel him stretch my hole and fill me up with his cum. It’s the only thing I can think about.
“Fuck me right here,” I breathe into his mouth, flicking my tongue against the roof of his mouth.
A growl rumbles from his chest as he reaches for the waistband of my pants and shoves them down. “Want me to fuck this tight little hole right here on the porch where anybody could see us?”
I nod, a grin spreading on my face as excitement and arousal flood my system. “Fuck yes, daddy.” Dragging his bottom lip between my teeth, I tug and nibble hard enough to elicit a throaty groan from him. “You say I’m yours, then fucking prove it.”
“Fuck,” he growls, capturing my lips again. “I can’t…”Kiss.“Get…”Kiss.“Enough…”Kiss.“Of you.” His hot, calloused hand wraps around my dick, and I gasp as my eyes roll back at the frenzied way he pumps me while continuing to devour my mouth like he needs my lips more than he needs his next breath.At this point, he has me pressed up against the railing so hard I’m practically sitting on top of it.
The sun has long since gone down, and I know the probability of someone coming here at all this time of night is slim to none, but the thrill and adrenaline from that tinywhat ifis enough to set my blood ablaze. The way Finn seems insatiable for me only adds fuel to the fire. I’ve never met a man so chill and accepting of a newfound sexual awakening as he is, but fuck, I’m not complaining.
“Lube,” Finn blurts out. “Gotta run inside and grab the lube if we’re goin’ to do this.”
He makes an attempt to step back, but I hook an arm around his waist, hauling him back into me. “Don’t you even fucking think of going anywhere,” I snarl, palming his cock again and swiping my thumb over the slick tip. When I bring the digit up to my mouth, an idea forms as he watches me suck his juices off it. Peering up at him from beneath my lashes, I say, “Get on your knees, daddy.”
Zero hesitation. Finn’s eyes flash with heat as he drops down before me. “Now what?” he asks huskily.Goddamn, what a beautiful sight this is.
Biting down on my bottom lip, I run my fingers through his dark, thick strands, tugging his head back gently. “I’m gonna need you to suck my cockrealgood and make me come, but you can’t swallow when I do. Can you do that for me, daddy?”
His brows furrow in the most adorable way. “Why can’t I swallow?”
