Page 49 of It's Just You

I kept going until I saw his darker nipples. I’d half-expected them to be pierced like his belly button, but they hadn’t been touched. I kissed one of them, then the other, watching as the skin pulled taut. When I lightly blew on them, Finn shivered.

“Careful. They’re sensitive.”

“That was the point,” I told him, doing it again.

He stuck out his tongue, but he closed his eyes again.

“No piercings here?” I asked, lightly nipping at the crinkled skin.

“No. I’ve always wanted to, but I haven’t gotten around to it. Plus I hear they’re always super sensitive, and you’d be able to see them through my shirts…”

I laughed quietly. How typical of Finn. “Shame. Playing with them might’ve been more fun.”

“You can explore some more. Maybe you’ll find piercings in other places,” Finn said, sitting up a little to look at me.

I eyed him. “You’re fucking with me, right?”

He only smirked.

“Was that a challenge?” I asked.

“More like an invitation.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice. I helped lift him up, wrestling his t-shirt over his head, then pulled my own off and tossed it somewhere onto the side of the bed.

It felt like all the years of never really wanting to have sex were piling up and crashing down on me right then, as much as I ached to be as close to Finn as possible right now.

Our chests bared, Finn managed to distract me from my goal of exploring him further when he traced my tattoos with his fingertips. He left goosebumps in their wake, my skin tingling wherever he touched me. I groaned, letting my head drop onto his shoulder for a moment. “Feels good.”

“Hmm.” He touched another tattoo, this one of the setting sun. “Here too.”

It was slow and sensual, just perfect for us — a careful exploration of each other’s bodies as we got to know each other in a whole new way.

I didn’t know much about Finn’s history, per se, but I did know the important things about him — the way he smiled, the lilt in his voice when he teased me, the fact that he’d been brave enough to come here to talk to me even knowing he might be rejected… I saw what kind of person he was, and I wanted to know everything about him.

My hand slid down from his nipples to his stomach, then to the top of his tight jeans. I couldn’t even get a finger past them, so I wrestled with the button before carefully unzipping his fly. It shouldn’t even have been possible for him to wear something so tight.

Finn didn’t wait for me to get my hand inside his jeans, though. Instead, he just shoved them down, wriggling his hips and letting me see his secret.

He didn’t do anything by halves, so it didn’t surprise me to find he was wearing scarlet panties with delicate lace patterns. His hard cock peeked out from beneath them, the head darker than the fabric, an obscene and fucking arousing contrast between hard and soft.

I licked my lips. “Beautiful,” I told him, touching the waistline. I hesitated, not wanting to go any farther down without permission. I glanced at Finn, and he nodded to me.

“All yours.”

I swallowed again, then carefully placed my hand over his erection. It jerked beneath the touch, and the head glistened with a clear drop. I swiped it away, a bit lost as to what to do with it, but Finn would let me know if he liked something or if he didn’t. At least I hoped so. He’d told me I could explore, and I was so fascinated that I wouldn’t stop unless I reached his limits right then.

He didn’t guide me, simply letting me explore at my own pace.

And I did.

Cupping his hard shaft, I moved the fabric over the skin, earning myself a groan. Then I touched his balls with the gentlest stroke of my fingertips, feeling the contrast I’d never expected between the tightened balls and the soft tug of lace. There could be nothing more perfect.

“I don’t think I need to ask if you’re freaking out because you’re in bed with a guy, right?” Finn’s teasing voice interrupted me. I glanced up at him, watching the darkness of desire paired with concern in his gaze.

“I’m in bed with a man?” I cupped his hard shaft again. “Hmm. I guess you fooled me.” I raised the fabric just a touch.

Finn nibbled on his bottom lip.

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