Page 44 of When He Saved Me
“Let me,” he said, all traces of humor gone now as he lowered to his knees in front of me.
What a sight he made, kneeling naked before me. He licked his lips as he reached forward, gripping my waistband and tugging down. I lifted my hips as he inched my pants and boxers down my legs, finally pulling one foot out and then the other.
I leaned back on my elbows, watching his face as he blatantly eye-fucked me.
“Areyouokay?” I asked, teasing him as our roles had become reversed.
Eyes snapping to mine, he smiled and said, “I’m fucking fantastic.”
Now that we were both undressed, I repeated my command. “C’mere.”
Finn climbed back onto my lap, our dicks leaking all over each other as they made contact for the first time without any barriers between us.
“Fuuuuck,” I ground out as he rocked against me, rolling his hips leisurely, ensuring every millimeter of my erection rubbed against every bit of his. I looked down, thrilling at the sight of our dicks rubbing against each other. It was hot as fuck. “Look at you. You’re so fucking perfect.”
His forehead rested against mine, his breath coming out in little pants, as we both stared at the sight of our cocks rubbing against each other. Reaching between us, Finn ran his thumb through the bead of precum gathering on the head of my dick and smeared it down my length as he took both of us in his hand and gave a leisurely stroke from base to tip.
We both groaned in pleasure as his hand worked us in long, steady strokes. The feel of his cock sliding against mine, both of us wrapped in his fist, was heaven, but I needed more. Impatient, I reached up with one hand, pulled his face down to mine, and took his mouth in a brutal kiss. I wrapped my leg around his waist and flipped us so I was on top. I pressed myself into him, wanting as much skin-to-skin contact as possible.
We rutted against each other, our hips moving faster and faster in rhythm as we both frantically sought release. I ran my lips down his neck, licking and sucking my way to his collarbone. Finn knotted his fingers in my hair, holding me to him as I sucked a bruise into his shoulder, marking him.
“Fuck, Jamie. I’m so damn close,” he said, his voice breathless as he drove his hips up into mine, meeting me thrust for thrust.
“Me too. So good.”
Letting go of my hair, his hands moved down to my ass, where he grabbed both cheeks, pulling me into him and holding me there as he arched his head back and let go with a shout. The sound he made was something primal and triggered my own release as our cocks pulsed against each other, our cum mingling between us, coating our bellies in a hot, sticky mess.
Panting and unsteady, I rolled over to lie beside him before my arms gave out.
“Next time, I want to be inside you when you come. I want to watch your face as I take you apart, piece by piece,” he said, his voice raspy.
I turned to look at him, my eyes wide.Fuck. I hadn’t given a lot of thought as to whether I wanted to top or bottom our first time, but suddenly, I found myself really damn happy to bottom. Still, I couldn’t resist flipping him some shit.
“Oh yeah? How do you know I won’t be the one taking you?”
“Because your dick twitched just now when I mentioned it, even though we both came not more than a minute ago. You liked that idea. You liked it a lot.”
My lips curled up slowly, smiling wide like the Cheshire cat. “Yeah. I really did.”
He smiled back at me, just as wide.
* * *
We cleaned up,and I finished cooking breakfast. We ate at the coffee table, sitting on the floor of his living room, our backs propped up against the couch, bare shoulders touching.
“This is a damn good omelet. Can you cook other things as well, or do you specialize in breakfast?”
“I can cook a few other things, but mostly just breakfast.” I took another bite of eggs before continuing, “My dad and I used to cook together on the weekends before he died. It’s one of my favorite memories of him.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up something painful.”
“No, it’s okay. I don’t mind talking about him. Makes it feel like he’s still here, you know?”
He was quiet for a moment before asking, “How old were you when he passed?”
“Ten. He had a massive stroke while he was at work. No one saw it coming.”
“Jesus, Jamie. That must have been…”
