Page 39 of Faking Ever After

His hands covered mine and led me slowly to his neck, where I closed them together and held him without squeezing. His eyes widened, and he nodded. “I want you, Percy.”

I want you, too, I thought.

“I want to look at you,” he said.

I released him and knelt up, undoing the buttons of my shirt with swift, deliberate moves. I shrugged it off and unbuckled my belt, then pulled my shorts down.

Finn sat up quickly, wrapped his arms around my body, and spun us around. I toppled onto my back with him on top of me, his heated lips pressing against the middle of my chest. He covered me with thirsty kisses, pressing his lips harder as he moved down as if to say, “I’m on top now.” His hands worked quickly to move my shorts all the way down my legs and his fingers soon hooked under the waistband of my boxer briefs. Pulling the elastic waistband over my hard cock, he clearly held his breath, his teeth closing around his lower lip.

I lifted my hips high enough so he could pull my underwear down and then lay on the bed and waited for him.

Finn inched down until both my shorts and underwear were on the floor behind his back. Then, he hastily pulled his briefs down and joined me in bed again. His hand found my cock and held it firmly while his lips covered my abdomen.

His hot breath covered my skin as he exhaled, his lips dragging down a thin happy trail to the cropped hair around my cock. And then, making my eyes roll back in my skull, Finn took me in his mouth and sucked me deep into his throat.

The flow of air cut off in my throat. My toes curled as I clutched the bedsheet. Feeling the warm, wet inside of his mouth all over my cock sent these fiery sensations through all of my body.

I let one hand run over the back of his head. The thick, dark locks of hair tangled with my fingers, and I lifted my hips, sliding my cock deeper into his mouth. Huffing, exhaling, and inhaling in short bursts, Finn swallowed me as much as he could, taking two-thirds of my length before a choking sound tore free fromhis throat, and he pulled his head back. Teary-eyed, he licked his lips, heaved a lungful of air, and quickly returned to his work.

The tingling that spread from my groin to the rest of me intensified with each second that ticked away. The pressure and impatience took over me. What little control I’d had over my body was gone, and I gripped a fistful of his hair harder, pushing myself into him until my heart thundered in my ears and Finn’s moans filled the room.

And when it felt so good that I was on the edge of my orgasm, I pushed his head away. I moved as if to swap positions, to return the favor, but Finn spread his wet lips into a mischievous grin. “No.” His hands pressed my chest abruptly, pinning me against the bed and kicking a huff out of me. “You just lie there.”

Crawling higher along the bed, Finn knelt on each side of my hips and slowly lowered his butt on my cock. He sat on me with his entire weight and swung his hips back and forth, his taint and balls rubbing the length of my dick just enough to tease me desperately but nowhere near enough to help me reach my climax.

“I want you inside me, Percy,” he said softly, riding me in slow and deliberate motions. “I want to feel you all the way in. I want to look at your face when you come. I want to feel you throb.”

A strangled moan ripped free from my throat.

“I want to look into your eyes when you lose control,” he whispered seductively, his voice no longer so high and pained but husky and teasing.

Finn allowed me enough room to move so I could reach the nightstand and the condoms and lube in the drawer. But as soon as I had them, Finn pinned me down again and took them into his hand instead. Slipping the condom out of the wrapper, he inched away from me enough to reveal my hard cock standing atfull mast and rolled the rubber down. Squeezing lube out of the small package, he slicked my cock with gentle moves of his fist.

I watched the locks of hair fall over his brow and eyes. His cheeks were alight and his brow slightly sweaty. The shine of perspiration on his body made him glow as the last of the sunlight slanted through the west-facing window.

In a heartbeat, Finn was kneeling around my hips again, and his left hand was behind him, holding my cock in a firmer grip. His right hand opened, and he pressed his palm against my stomach as he lowered himself softly against my cock.

I throbbed in his hand the moment I felt his warm hole touch the tip of my dick.

After a few false starts that made my breathing grow shallower, Finn held his breath mid-moan and lowered himself again, impaling himself on my cock and shuddering visibly. He exhaled shakily, his muscles trembling as he let me enter him. His right hand pressed harder against my abs, fingers curling just enough to sink softly into my muscles.

He was tense as fuck as he swung his hips forward and pushed himself down again, his hole clenching hard around my cock and making me grunt with pain and pleasure.

The flames that had consumed me separately from Finn now merged with the fire that burned inside him. Together, we were like the core of the Sun. He relaxed, either by force of his will or the pleasure of our act, and I felt myself sliding deeper into him. His cock, straight as a spear and hard as marble, was slick with precum, throbbing simultaneously as his hole tightened and relaxed. In a matter of heartbeats, Finn’s breathing became more regular and he moved smoothly and with a sense of purpose. His abs flexed as he worked his way back and forth, sinking lower on me and rising higher. His balls, smooth and heavy, pressed hard against my lower abdomen every time hesat on me. His moans rose higher and louder when I gripped his hips and dragged him down on my cock.

He rode me, his pace increasing so much that I began to hyperventilate, heat consuming my face and sweat breaking out over my body.

We locked in a passionate embrace, connecting our bodies and our souls in a moment so brilliant that it outshined the Sun.

Finn lifted his ass a little higher, giving me room to work, and I dug my heels into the mattress before turning up the pace. I probed him, filled him so deep that breaths loudly caught in his throat, and let my dick slide relentlessly against his prostate.

Precum trickled down the underside of his upright cock. It glistened and made my mouth water. I wanted to hold him, yet I knew that if I touched him, he would finish. He was close anyway, but so was I.

“Fuck me harder,” he huffed, taking my hands off his hips and dragging them all the way up his torso. I felt his tense muscles under my fingers and the heat of his body as it rose madly. And when he placed my hands around his neck again, I did squeeze it, pulling him down on myself just as I thrust my hips up and filled him enough to make his moans louder.

We made love without any shame or discrimination. It was passionate and sweaty and loud, the sounds mixing and merging in my ears as our bodies slapped wetly together and our grunts and moans lost all their edges. We fucked like it was our last chance in this life, grappling and touching.

When I sat up, pulling him all the way down on myself, his cock and balls were trapped between us, but I wrapped my arms around his upper torso and kept pulling him down and lifting him up. The friction of our bodies moving around his dick and the perpetual stimulation of his prostate culminated in an explosive moment when Finn grabbed fistfuls of my hair andcried out. His own voice choked him as warmth spilled in long, uncontrolled splashes of his cum between us.

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