Page 38 of Faking Ever After

I left him to shower and returned downstairs to the tavern, ordering us a carafe of red wine and a large plate of fruit. I carried them back once Anamaria, who ran the tavern, had arranged them and found Finn in the bed. He lay on his front, propped up on his elbows, and rested his wrist in his hand, watching the bracelet. Flaming beams of sunlight fell on him, kissing his bare back, and I let my gaze travel down the length of his body. He wore only a pair of briefs and their seams were high on his round ass. The tight fabric hugged his butt lovingly.

If I were a talented painter, this would have been my masterpiece. But since I was the furthest thing from a painter, I only let my breath be drained away from me in awe of his exquisite appearance.

Finn turned his head gently over his shoulder. His gaze met mine and he cocked a corner of his lips into a smile. “Join me.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I placed our fruit and wine on an antique dresser by the door and crossed the room to the large bed with many pillows, an elegant throw, a silk canopy, and a delicious man on it. As I knelt on the near side of the bed, it looked like the small of Finn’s bare back arched inward.

Air hitched in my throat. “You are so beautiful,” I said in a low, deep voice.

Finn closed his eyes and lifted his head high.

My fists sank into the mattress on either side of Finn’s broad shoulders. As I leaned in, I said, “All these days, I’ve been trying not to look at you. And I’ve failed every time.”

A soft chuckle escaped him. “And yesterday morning?”

My heart stumbled hard. “It was stronger than me,” I said, carefully lowering my body against his. My cock was hard, and when I let it press against Finn’s peachy butt, he sucked in a shallow breath of air. “I saw you like this,” I whispered. “Nearly naked, still wet, and so, so sexy. I couldn’t hold it anymore.”

“I like it when a man loses control like that,” Finn teased.

My chest was excruciatingly tight as I let all my weight sink down on him. Gold twinkled in the sunlight and I wrapped my hands around his wrists, lowering myself to my elbows for support. My front rested on his back, my hips dragged slowly back and forth so my cock could rub his ass. The layers of clothes still between us drove me crazy.

“I fantasized about walking back into the room. You sat on the edge of the bed and I walked up to you, looking into your eyes. I pressed my hand against your chest until you lay flat on your back.” My teeth closed around the soft part of his ear. Finn shivered hard enough that I felt it.

I began to drag myself down the length of his body, releasing his ear and pressing my lips against the back of his neck. Inch by inch, I moved down, kissing his back along his spine, feeling his heated, smooth skin under my lips and tongue. As I went lower, I turned his arms around, crossed them on the middle of his back, and locked his wrists in one hand, using the other one to feel his thighs.

Finn no longer spoke. Instead, a moan rose from his lips and he sank into the mattress.

I continued to kiss his back until my lips found the edge of his underwear. Then, without thinking about what would happen next, I followed my deepest desires and most passionate instincts. They were the things you kept away from the world. They were not to be advertised and flaunted but awarded to those you wanted the most.

My teeth closed around the bottom seam of his indigo briefs. Holding it firmly, I dragged the left seam between his cheeks, then did the same to the right. I could feel the prickles rising on his skin under my lips, so I kissed him. I kissed the warm, soft flesh of his ass, moving higher and lower and higher again. His underwear remained wedged between his cheeks, his wrists trapped in my hand, and his breaths shallow and quick.

My lips explored the length of his thighs while my hand cupped his right cheek and massaged him gently, my thumb moving nearer and nearer to the middle, feeling the tight fabric of his underwear where it still covered him. And when I slipped my hand under him, his hard cock throbbed in my hand.

“Percy, please,” he huffed. “Fuck, you’re killing me.” And for the first time, he moved to release his hands.

My grip tightened and Finn let out a small gasp. I could feel the tension running through him. He balled his fists and shivered as I dragged my tongue from his thigh to his ass, biting his cheek playfully and making him moan.

A moment later, he croaked again, “Please, fuck, I can’t…” A moan cut off his words, his cock throbbing in my tightening fist. His underwear was too tight to hold him comfortably when he was this hard. The mere thought of it made me ten degrees hotter.

I pulled my hand from under him, hooked my fingers inside the waistband of his underwear, and slowly peeled them over his ass, revealing more and more of his beautiful flesh. And when they were just under his cheeks, the front side pulling down his hard cock without releasing it, Finn cried out a lust-filled moan.

He thrust his hips back, lifting his cock off the mattress in the hope it would help relieve some pressure, but he positioned himself perfectly for me as he moved.

My mouth and nose pressed hard against the middle of his ass, buried between his cheeks and in the warmth of his body that radiated the lavender scent of the shower gel. As my tongue ventured out and met Finn’s warm flesh, his body convulsed, his head lifted, and a strangled cry dragged from his tight throat.

My left hand tightened around his increasingly restless wrists and he directed the motions into his hips. He thrust his ass back, pressing himself against my face. As I leaned into him, my clothes grew tight on me, my breaths seemed too shallow,and my mind refused to accept that this was really happening. He was mine. He really was.

I licked him and kissed him, my hand kneading his firm cheek and his moans filling my ears like the sweetest melody.

When I relaxed my grip on his wrists, he freed his hands at once. His right grabbed the bedsheet with desperate ferocity, and his left pressed hard against the back of my head, slamming us together and producing a whimper from his shuddering chest. “Oh, fuck, Percy,” he whispered, lifting his ass higher against my face.

Finn tightened his fist around the locks of my hair from the top of my head, rubbed himself shortly against me, cried out, and pulled away from me. He rolled over, his hard cock still tangled in his briefs. There was a circle of darker fabric where Finn’s cock stretched his briefs the thinnest, and my lips went there immediately. Soaked with precum, his briefs carried a strong scent of a familiar fabric softener and a trace of Finn’s musk.

He shuddered all over when my lips closed around the tip of his packed cock, and he grabbed my head with both hands, holding it between his legs for a few heartbeats before pushing me away. He panted and looked into my eyes. “You’re such a devil,” he said in a crackling voice.

“I’m only just warming up,” I said, my voice dropping a little lower, my eyes blazing with desire.

Finn’s stomach was chiseled, smooth skin tight over the hills and valleys of his abs and his rounded pecs. His dark nipples were hard under my fingertips once I’d dragged my hands over his torso and pinched him playfully.

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