Page 19 of Fluttering Heart

“Because we’re not going to have sex tonight. At least not penetrative sex. I want you to realize that yeah, I might want an orgasm of my own, but what I want the most is to share it with you and to watch you as I bring you pleasure, so you’re going to lie down and let me make you feel good.”

My brain stops working for a full ten seconds and still, I can’t compute.

“What does that mean?” I ask him, still unsure of what he wants me to do.

“It means I’m going to worship your body, cutie. So come on,” he says brightly and slaps my butt lightly—I like that. “On your back.”

He twists us around and releases me from his hold, then he takes the lube from my hand and places it very deliberately beside my hip.

Then he places both hands on the sides of my head and leans down, in a kind of predatory move, and kisses my lips slowly. It’s a teasing kind of kiss, one that promises more to come but stops before it can deepen.

I reach up to run my fingers through his dark hair and lose myself in quick, wet kisses, and in the way his skin grazes against mine every once in a while.

It’s not enough, not nearly, and it only makes me want him more.

Eventually, he shifts my legs so he can kneel between them, and his mouth trails down my neck, leaving little kisses on my chest. Teasing my nipples, he gives each a minute or so while I just lie there, unable to do anything but let him do whatever he wants to me.

I’m a willing sacrifice.

He keeps kissing every inch of skin he comes across, and doesn’t hesitate to suck me halfway down his throat when he gets to my dick.

My back bows off the mattress with ecstasy and there’s no stopping my shout of pleasure.

“Yes. Fuck, Finn,” I moan. It’s too much too soon. He’s gonna?—

My thoughts fall away when he lifts my legs by the back of my thighs until my feet are flat on the bed and I’m completely exposed to him.

I feel the wet tip of his finger circle my rim and I figure he coated it with lube while he was turning me to mush.

He pushes in gently and when he encounters no resistance, he groans with satisfaction—I guess the use of my favorite dildo every other day has some benefits... besides the obvious of course.

The vibration of his groan only brings me closer to the edge, though, and I need to warn him.

My fingers get the message before my mouth and I pull his hair a full three seconds before moaning, “Gonna come!” through gritted teeth.

In those three seconds, though, I see Finn’s eyes roll back, and he sucks hard one more time right as the tip of his finger finds my prostate.

It’s game over for me then.

I fall back on the mattress as every muscle, every cell in my body goes limp from the force of it.

“You okay there?” Finn’s face appears above me and I smile lazily up at him.

“S’good,” I mumble. “Will blow you too. Just give me a minute.”

“I can wait until the morning, cutie.”

“Just a minute,” I say like a promise, but I make the mistake of closing my eyes, and it’s lights out.

CHAPTER 11

Finn

Another day,another morning where the blinding sun wakes me up.

It’s different this time, though. So fucking different.

Lou is in my arms, hiding his face against my chest and drooling on my bicep—it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.

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