Page 56 of Dared

“Leo,” he choked out, tugging urgently at my hair, and I pulled back, but he was still in my mouth when he started to come, his cock pulsing as the first hit of his release went down my throat. Quickly closing my eyes, I pulled all the way back, feeling his cum landing on my face. I did my best to stroke him through it until his hand came down over mine, stilling my movements.

Collapsing down against his thigh, I pressed my cheek against his warm skin as I tried to catch my breath. I lazily rolled my hips down to keep up the much-needed friction on my dick, the sheets beneath me damp with my precum.

I’d just done that. I’d sucked Finn’s dick, and he’d come from it. Why was that so hot? Fuck, I needed to come, too.

“Give me five seconds to recover, and I’ll help you out with that.”

“Hmm?”

“You said you needed to come, and I’ll help you with that. Leo. You don’t even know… That was fucking incredible,” he breathed.

I’d said I needed to come out loud? I groaned, pressing my face into his leg, smearing his cum across his skin. Then, the rest of his words filtered through my brain. Incredible?

There was no time to think about it because Finn was already moving, and I found myself on my back with his head between my legs. I didn’t let my nerves overtake me this time because the way he was looking at me left no room for doubts. He wanted me, and I wanted him in return.

“You look fucking hot with my cum on you,” he murmured, scanning every inch of my face. “So fucking hot.”

“Y-you look hot,” I whispered, a confession he needed to hear as much as I needed to say it.

“Baby.” His tongue swiped across his lips, leaving them glistening. Lowering his gaze to my erection, I saw him swallow hard. “I might not be any good at this.”

His lips closed over the head of my dick, and he sucked lightly. I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth. This was a feeling so different from anything else I’d ever experienced. I hadn’t even been able to imagine what it would feel like, and as his tongue carefully slid over my tip, I lost myself in the sensations coursing through me, ramping my entire body up so I wastingling all over, my dick aching and leaking, encompassed by the wet, hot suction of Finn’s mouth.

“So good,” I moaned, needing him to know how he was making me feel.

He hummed in acknowledgement, and,oh.

“Fuck. Do that again.”

Another hum, and I gasped, my head falling back against the pillows. My entire body was on edge, poised, and with another swipe of his tongue, he tipped me over. Everything became a blur as my cock pulsed out ropes of cum, my mind going blissfully blank. When I came to, Finn was wiping at his face and coughing a little.

“I need to work on my swallowing technique,” he said in between coughs, still somehow managing to grin at me. “Practice makes perfect.”

He was perfect. So perfect.

“I need more practice, too.” I returned his smile. “Finn, that was…that was?—”

“Yeah?” His grin grew even wider, and I needed to keep telling him these things if it meant I got to see him looking like that.

“Yeah. The best.”

“The only.”

“Still the best.”

He crawled up my body, flopping down next to me, and then pulled me into his arms for a wet and messy kiss.

“We need to clean up.”

“We do. Why is sex so messy? Is it just us?” I wondered aloud, and he laughed, kissing the end of my nose.

“I like it messy with you. We have fun, don’t we?”

“We do.” I was the luckiest person in the whole world, and in that moment, I didn’t want to change myself. I just wanted to bethat person who made Finn as happy as he was right now. “I am sorry for earlier, though.”

“I know, baby. I think your apology was more than sufficient.” He leered at me, and we both dissolved into laughter. It wasn’t even that funny, but I guess the endorphins were getting to us or something.

My stomach growled again, reminding me I’d invited him to get food with me before we’d been sidetracked by blow jobs.

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