CAMERON
Islept better than I had in weeks and unsurprisingly I dreamed about Finn. More specifically, I dreamed about his hot body and what I’d like to do to it.
When I finally woke up, it took me a minute to register that I had a pair of strong arms wrapped around me. We must have switched positions in the night, because now I had a warm body pressed against my back and an erection that wouldn’t quit. Although that last one probably had something to do with the hand that was loosely cupped around my dick, squeezing gently.
Finn nuzzled in and pressed his lips just below my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. He rolled his hips forward, his movements fluid and lazy even though his own dick was hard as he thrust against my ass. I won’t lie, it felt amazing.
I wondered briefly if he was awake, but then his hand started moving again with more intent, so I guessed he was testing the waters.
The sensible thing to do would have been to tell him we weren’t doing this, or maybe put my hand on his to stop him touching my dick, but honestly? He was getting me all riled up, and for once I didn’twantto be sensible—and I sure as hell didn’t want him to stop.
It had been a long time since I’d had someone as cute and sexy as Finn interested in me, and suddenly I couldn’t think of a single reason not to get off with the hot guy in my bed.
Besides, he’d started it, so he must want it, right?
I rocked back against him, grinding on him and clenching my ass around the outline of his dick. Finn’s movements sped up and the hand around my cock tightened, the heat of his fingers soaking through the cotton. It wasn’t enough.
My mouth going dry at the boldness of what I was about to do, I took his hand and guided it inside the waistband of my underwear.
Finn’s breath caught and he froze for a second, but then he hummed and wrapped his hand around my bare dick and stroked. I let out a low moan as my cock throbbed, and he did it again, his palm dragging against my length.
Something in me relaxed in the knowledge that not only was Finn awake, but judging by the way he was grinding against my ass, he was as into this as I was. “Yeah?” he whispered, voice low in my ear.
“Uh-huh,” I said, then gasped as his thumb skated over the head of my dick, spreading the precum there.
Finn leaned forward and kissed that spot under my ear again, sending another shiver down my spine. He set up a slow rhythm and I rocked back and then forward, a messy push-pull between his hand and his dick, desperate for more of his touch.
“Wait,” Finn said, breathless, and then I found myself being rolled so we were facing each other. I caught the pale flash of a smile in the faint morning light before Finn dragged my old tee over my head and worked my underwear down over my hips and pulled them off. Then he did the same with his own clothes, leaving us both naked. I reached out instinctively and cupped his ass, the muscles tensing and relaxing under my palms, and a thrill ran through me when my bare chest brushed against hisfirm pecs. I gave in to the urge to bury my face in the curve of his neck and inhale the scent of him, and Finn’s breathing quickened. He snaked a hand between us, and when he wrapped a palm around our dicks and started stroking, my brain shut down completely.
My entire world narrowed down to the rasp of his hand on my dick and the slickness of our leaking cocks dragging against each other. Heat crackled under my skin as Finn jerked us off, fast and messy, and the way he was pressing gentle kisses along my neck had me moaning into his skin.
Finn panted softly against my skin as his cock throbbed alongside mine, and my hips stuttered forward into his grip. I was desperate to come, and I let out a soft whine. Finn tightened his grip, his fist flying, and when he flicked a thumb over the head of my dick, that was it. I was gone. My back arched, my toes curled, and I came so hard I saw stars. It felt like I was flying.
My cock was still pulsing when Finn’s movements sped up, his other hand tightened on my hip, and seconds later his cum splashed against my skin. I reached between us and wrapped my hand over top of his, pumping both our dicks as I chased the last of my pleasure, and Finn whimpered as his dick spurted out more cum and added to the mess.
It was even hotter than I’d dreamed it would be.
We both collapsed back against the mattress and I floated in a haze of post-sex contentment. Finn cleaned us up using a corner of the sheet, and I let him since I was too fucked out to move. I gave him a lazy smile as he curled up against my side and started idly tracing patterns on my chest with his fingertips. “Wow. That was one hell of a wake-up call,” he murmured.
“Mm-hmm.” I ran a hand down the curve of his hip. “I’m not mad about it.”
The hand on my chest stilled. “Why would you be mad about it?”
It took my barely awake brain a moment to pick up that there was something off in his tone, and I raised my head and blinked at him in the dim light. “I don’t know? Because I woke up to you starting something? Which was awesome,” I added quickly, “just unexpected.”
Finn’s brow creased. “Um.”
Um?What the fuck did “um” mean?
I propped myself up on one elbow. “What?”
Finn bit his bottom lip. “Cameron, I didn’t start anything. You did.”
I gave him a blank stare.
Finn sighed and pulled himself up into a sitting position. “You really don’t remember, do you?”
Tendrils of unease threaded their way through my gut. “What are you saying?” I whispered.
