Page 34 of When He Saved Me
“Yeah. But first, I gotta pee.”
I chuckled as I watched him head down the hall toward the powder room, shamelessly admiring his ass in his black joggers as he walked away. My stomach rumbled, and I reached over to pull up an app on my phone to place a pizza delivery order. Unsure what Finn liked, I ordered a basic pepperoni and some garlic knots.
I was just finishing placing the order when Finn reappeared from the hallway. “I hope you like pepperoni on your pizza…”
“I’m actually a vegetarian…”
“Bullshit. I watched you eat plenty of turkey on Thanksgiving.”
“Fuck. I forgot about that.” He chuckled. “Yeah, pepperoni’s fine.” He sat next to me on the couch but angled his body so he faced me. “Do you have studying to do? I don’t want to keep you…”
“I only have one more final, and it’s not until Wednesday, so I have plenty of time to study.” I grabbed his hand, examining his fingers, mapping every vein, line, and fingerprint, before threading our fingers together and resting our joined hands on my thigh. “So, can I hold you now?”
The corner of his mouth curled up in another sexy smirk. I wanted to lick it.
“No,” he said.
“No?”
His smirk deepened into a full-on smile that nearly stole my breath, and I found myself grinning just as wide.
With our eyes locked, he swung one leg over mine and lowered himself onto my lap. My hands settled on his hips, holding him in place. He draped his arms over my shoulders, his hands playing with the hair at the nape of my neck as he pulled me in for a kiss. “I was thinking of something a littledirtierthan cuddling,” he whispered before his lips met mine.
I opened immediately, and his tongue swept in, leisurely sliding against mine. Tasting. Teasing. Tempting. Heat flooded my veins, and I lowered my hands to grab his ass, pulling him closer. I could feel his erection pressed against mine. My dick was achingly hard as I kneaded his ass, loving the feel of him in the palms of my hands.
He rocked his hips, grinding his cock against mine, and I groaned. It was a feral sound full of hunger and need, want and desperation, as our kiss turned from a leisurely exploration of tongues and mouths to a frenzied quest for dominance.
My hips bucked up, my cock seeking more contact with his as we rutted against each other. Dimly, I recalled my thoughts from the previous evening about not rushing things and not letting my dick do the thinking, but I was too far gone, lost in the feel of him. He tore his lips away from mine, nipping at my jawline, earlobe, and neck. My hands found their way under his hoodie, and he hissed as my fingers trailed up the ridges of his spine. I loved the feel of his skin, smooth and hot under my fingers.
Our movements became more frantic as we ground against each other, chasing our release in the middle of my goddamned living room. I hadn’t come in my pants since my freshman year of college when I’d drunkenly dry-humped a guy from my Western Civ class in his room at his frat house, but I wasn’t about to stop now. Not when I was this close. Not when I had Finn in my lap and his movements were just as sloppy and desperate as mine.
“Want to feel you,” I mumbled into his ear as I reached for his waistband, pulling the elastic of his pants and briefs down, releasing his dick. I continued holding the elastic down with my left hand as I wrapped my right around his cock, smearing precum down his length and then giving a long stroke from root to tip. He groaned as he bit into my shoulder, and I gave him another stroke. This one was a little firmer, my palm rubbing against the head.
He felt so good in my hand. I couldn’t see him, but I could feel his thickness and imagined what it would feel like in my mouth. In my ass. My own dick jumped at the thought.
As I pumped him harder and faster, his little nips became bites and his moans whining pants of neediness. I hoped he was leaving teeth marks. This felt like a fever dream, and I wanted there to be evidence later.
Without warning, he buried his head in my chest, grunting as his cock swelled in my hand before shooting hot ropes of cum all over the front of my hoodie. I kissed the top of his head as he continued to pulse and mutter incoherently into my chest.
He jerked as I stroked his oversensitive head one too many times, and I chuckled and did it again just to be an ass.
“Fucker,” he muttered but didn’t move to get off my lap, his chin still resting on my chest as he tried to regulate his breathing.
I wanted to hold him, wrap my arms around him, his rapidly beating heart pressed against mine, but my right hand and a good portion of my hoodie were covered in jizz. He pulled his head away from my chest, sitting a little straighter in my lap, and I groaned as his ass brushed against my neglected dick.
“Ah, poor baby still needs to come, doesn’t he?” Finn smirked at me. I pushed my hips against him in response, then carefully tucked his dick away and wiped my hand on a dry portion of my hoodie.
He climbed off my lap, moving to his knees on the floor while reaching for my waistband when the doorbell rang, startling us both.
“Fuuuuck. That’s probably the pizza.” I sighed and looked down at the mess on my shirt. “Why don’t you get the door while I go clean up. I already paid in the app.”
While Finn made his way to the door, I jogged down the hall to my room, carefully removing my hoodie and throwing it into the hamper. My balls were aching with the need to release, so on impulse, I grabbed the hoodie back out of the hamper and pulled out my dick. Three strokes later, I was coming all over the hoodie, my release mixing with his, my knees practically giving out on me as I shot over and over in a never-ending stream of cum.
A knock on my door scared the bejeezus out of me. “Just a sec,” I called out, quickly wiping myself off and once again tossing the hoodie in the hamper. I pulled my pants back up before crossing to the door.
Finn leaned against the wall opposite my door, arms crossed languidly, one ankle crossed over the other. He gave me a look as if to sayI know what you were doing in there, but he didn’t say a word.
I closed the distance between us, pulling him away from the wall and into my arms. Just like the last time we’d hugged, he stiffened as if he wasn’t sure what to do. I didn’t care. I was a hugger, and he would have to get used to it. We stood like that until, eventually, his body relaxed and his arms tentatively came up around me. Thrilled that he’d caved and hugged me back, I gave him one more squeeze and then released him.
