Page 55 of Dared

“Leo.” His voice was so sad. “I wish you could see yourself the way we see you. You’re never a burden. I’m gonna tell you that asmany times as it takes to sink in, even if it means I’m still telling you when we’re in our eighties.”

“Y-you still want to be my friend?”

“You did not just ask me that.” Fuck, now he was pissed off.

“Sorry,” I whispered.

“Okay. No.” He drew back, releasing me for a second before he clasped my jaw, forcing me to meet his gaze. “You. Are. My. Family. That means we stick together. End of fucking discussion.”

I licked my dry lips, keeping my eyes on his despite my instinct to turn away, to protect myself. “You’re mine.”

At my words, something hot flashed in his gaze. “I’m yours?”

“M-my family.”

“I’m yours, and you’re mine.” There was something in his expression that I couldn’t read, but it gave me chills. It was selfish of me because we still hadn’t sorted anything out, but I wanted more of it.

Bringing my hand up, I mirrored his grip on my face, curling my fingers around his jaw. His stubble was sandpapery beneath the pads of my fingers where he hadn’t bothered to shave. My finger brushed over his pulse point, and I could feel it beating wildly against my skin.

“I’m yours,” I repeated, watching his eyes darken.

“Yes, you are, and don’t you fucking forget it,” he ground out, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck and yanking me into him. His lips came down on mine as I reached for him, both of us on exactly the same page.

“Finn,” I gasped out, pulling him back into my bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us. “Finn.”

“I’ve got you.”

Fuck, this was nothing like the last time we’d done anything together. There was no hesitance as we ripped off our clothes in between frantic, messy kisses, got onto the bed, and then Finnwas tightly gripping a handful of my hair, tugging my head back to expose my throat, biting and sucking.

I rutted up, my dick so hard it hurt, gripping onto him, digging the pads of my fingers into the muscles of his back as he marked me up in a way I’d never even contemplated before.

“You like that?” He mouthed across my skin. “Every time you look in the mirror and see this, you’ll remember not to question what you mean to me.”

“Fuck. Finn. Let me, please.” I had no idea what I was doing, but I wanted to mark him in the same way so he knew how important he was to me. How seriously I took him. This. Us. Our friendship. Rolling us to the side, I got my mouth on his throat, licking over the salt of his skin before sucking hard, imitating his movements. I kept up the pressure until I was sure it had worked, and then I drew back, smiling when I saw the mark blooming on his skin.

“Impressed with yourself?”

I blinked up at him. His eyes were so dark, and goosebumps erupted over my skin at the way he was looking at me. No one had ever looked at me the way he did.

Instead of replying to his question, I pushed down on his shoulder. “Move onto your back, and let me show you how sorry I am.”

He shifted onto his back, bringing his hand up to push my hair back from my face. “I already told you, you don’t need to apologise.”

“I do.” Before I could talk myself out of it, I moved down the bed, settling between his thighs, my head directly above his erection. Even though I was committed to this, I needed—no, Iwantedthat final push.

“Dare me,” I said.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned. “You’re killing me here.”

“Dare me.”

“Fuck. I dare you to suck my cock.”

Wrapping my fingers around the base of his erection, still just as fascinating to me as the first time I’d touched him, I lowered my head. I hadn’t told Finn, but I’d done a bit of online research, and while the videos had done absolutely nothing for me—only Finn seemed to have this effect on my libido—I had a vague idea of what I was supposed to do.

I flattened my tongue and licked across the head of his dick. He groaned again, and the sound encouraged me to keep going. I licked again, tasting his precum on my tongue. I couldn’t really describe the taste because it was like nothing I’d tasted before, and I wasn’t sure if I even liked it yet, but what I did like was Finn’s reaction. He quickly shoved some pillows behind him to prop himself up, and then he buried his hands in my hair, tracking my movements with his intense, darkened gaze and parted lips. He’d told me I was beautiful before, but the wayhelooked right now was incomparable. I shifted, pressing my hips down into the bed to get some friction on my dick as I licked all around the head of his cock, and then down his shaft.

“Fuck, baby. You’re gonna make me come so hard,” he panted, his thighs tensing as he held himself still while I dragged my tongue all over his cock, getting it wet and messy. When I took the tip into my mouth, his grip tightened in my hair, moans falling from his throat as I took more and more of him in, doing my best to breathe through my nose as my lips stretched around his girth.

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