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“I hate to say it, but I don’t think this is going to take long.” I shoved the shirt off his shoulders and bent to pull a nipple into my mouth. He hissed in response. “God, I think you’re right. Need you.”
Without warning, he pulled out of my hands and dropped to his knees in front of me. He yanked open the front of my jeans and roughly shoved them, along with my briefs, down my thighs. My cock sprang free, jutting proudly from my body, eagerly awaiting the wet heat of his mouth.
“Jesus,” I said, the sight of him on the floor in front of me nearly bringing me to my own knees. “Fuck, Finn. You are so goddamned beautiful like this. On your knees for me. Lips swollen and red. You gonna suck me down? Make me come? Make me lose my fucking mind?”
In answer, he leaned forward, wrapped his lips around my dick, and slid down my length until I hit the back of his throat. I gripped his hair, tangling my fingers in the strands, holding him to me for a moment. I was on a hair trigger. Any movement from him and this would be all over before it started. “Shit, baby. Damn. Go slow, or I’m going to lose it.” Eyes locked on mine, he swallowed around me, and it was game over. I unloaded down his throat in an endless stream, and he swallowed every last drop. I pulled out of his mouth and yanked him to his feet, slamming my mouth down on his in a fierce kiss. The taste of myself on his lips drove me mad as I licked at him and he whimpered against me.
I pulled away and turned us so I could shove him down on the bed. I kicked the rest of the way out of my pants and briefs, watching while he did the same. I yanked open the drawer to my side table, pulling out lube and a condom. I lubed my fingers before tossing the supplies on the bed next to him. “Handle that,” I said as I quickly worked myself open. By the time he had rolled the condom on and lubed himself, I was ready. Or at least ready enough.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed him inside me. I needed to feel that connection to him. There were so many ways he’d supported me this week and made me feel loved, but nothing could replace the connection I felt with him when we were joined in this way, when he was inside me or I was inside him. When there was nothing but the two of us together, wrapped around each other, souls entwined.
I placed the blunt head of his cock at my entrance and slowly slid down his length until I was seated on him fully. I held myself there a moment, allowing the burn to ease as my body stretched to accommodate him. Finn’s hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as we struggled to control our racing heartbeats.
I leaned forward, gasping at the feel of him inside me as the angle changed. I kissed his forehead, then pulled back to look into his eyes. His pupils were blown wide. Those blue pools held endless depths I could fall into forever. “Nothing feels as good or right as when we come together like this. I love you, Finn.”
“Love you too. So much,” he said, squeezing my hips again as I began to move. My cock hadn’t fully recovered from my orgasm moments ago, but I didn’t care. This wasn’t about getting off again, not anymore. My initial actions had been motivated by lust, but now, I simply wanted to show him with every fiber of my being how good he made me feel. How important he was to me. How special he was in my life. I wanted him to feel good, wanted him to come, but I also wanted his soul to know without a doubt that it belonged to me and mine belonged to him.
I moved in slow-motion, pulling off almost to his tip before sliding back down. His eyes fluttered closed, his eyebrows pinching together as I moved up and down, maintaining that slow, delicious rhythm. Finn’s hands moved from my hips back to my ass as he tried to pull me closer to him. “Faster, Jamie. Please.”
His voice was needy and desperate, and I leaned forward and took his mouth in a kiss as I bowed to his demands. I picked up the pace, my half-hard cock trying valiantly to rally as it was trapped between us, his abs providing delicious friction as I moved up and down. Impatient, he thrust his hips up, and I gasped as he pegged my prostate, a delicious sensation shooting through my body like a jolt of electricity. “More, Jamie. Come on. I need more.” His voice was whiny with need as I began to move in faster, more shallow strokes, but Finn decided to take matters into his own hands, rolling us so he was on top. He pushed my legs toward my chest as he set a rapid pace, his movements almost frantic as he chased his release.
While I hadn’t cared moments ago about getting off a second time in favor of making sure Finn felt good, my cock had other ideas. As Finn pounded my prostate over and over again, my cock fully hardened between us, and I felt the telltale sign of my orgasm flutter along my spine.
The sight of Finn above me, eyebrows drawn together in fierce concentration, sweat running down his temples, frantic need in his eyes…I knew at that moment that I would remember that look on his face for the rest of my life. “Come on, baby. Let go. Come for me.” His eyes popped open, boring into mine as he thrust one more time and held there, his cock jerking inside me. The sounds coming out of him were guttural as he pulsed, ripping my second orgasm from me. He leaned down and kissed me through it, sweat dripping from his face to mine, my release spreading between our bellies.
Sated, he collapsed on top of me, rolling over to his side and resting his head on my shoulder as we both struggled to catch our breath. His phone buzzed on the nightstand, and he reached over to grab it. He swiped open the screen, holding it in front of us where we could both see the incoming message from Carmen. He groaned as he read it.
Cici
We’re here. Got a table in the back corner past the bar
He flipped open the camera and took a quick selfie of us, bare chests exposed, mussed-up hair, and sweaty faces. There would be no doubt about what we’d been up to. Quickly, he attached the picture and sent off a response.
Finn
We’re going to be late
I looked at him and grinned. “I can’t believe you just did that.”
A shrug was his only response, along with a shit-eating grin. The phone buzzed with another incoming message.
CiCi
Dick
You’re buying the first round
Finn
Worth it
CHAPTER28
FINN
January moved into February,and Jamie and I grew closer despite our crazy schedules. I took turns with Aunt Cathy, taking Annie to appointments or just hanging out with her when I wasn’t working at The Daily Grind. I treasured my time with her. She seemed happy to stand in as the mother figure my own mother should have been.
Jamie adjusted to a teacher's daily schedule and eventually figured out how to stay awake in the evenings, though he often brought papers home to grade or spent time reading whatever novel the kids were studying to stay ahead of the material.
