His face was beet red, and his breathing labored. “Yeah, man. Holyfuck.”He laughed. “I beat off this morning, too.”
I laughed and smiled. Finn was so fucking earnest and adorable. I took his shorts off and threw them on the pile of our clothes. We were naked together again, and so hard we were dripping. My erection hadn’t lost an ounce of vitality, and Finn’s looked like it was about to blow.
I lay down on top of him, and we made out. It was wild, but restrained. I ground my hips into him, and cock all over his, but not to frot, not to get off. There was so much pleasure to be had with him. Why rush?
After watching him dig his head into the couch with tight, squeezed eyes and moaning in sublime pain, I made my way back down his body. Only this time, I ignored his cock and balls.
On my way, Finn said, “Don’t suck me right now, man. I’m still close.”
“Who said anything about sucking you?” Once I was down there, I thrust his legs up, pressing his knees to his chest.
It might have been a little more forceful than needed, but he didn’t complain. Or say anything. Not until my tongue touched his asshole. Then he wouldn’t shut up, moaning and groaning and pulling at my head.
It was so fucking hot, and I got lost in my lust. Before I knew it, I had each index finger inside him, applying pressure in opposite directions while licking between them. Finn turned into a simpering blob of muscle, and when I leaned back for some air, his pink entrance winked at me.
Well, it wasn’t an entrance. Nothing had ever been in there.
I dove back in, licking, trying to shove as much of my tongue inside his body as I could. But it wasn’t until he pressed my face harder against his ass that I knew.
I withdrew and kissed my way up his trembling body, gathering his legs in my arms, until my face was in his.
After a quick kiss, he said, “That was fucking… so good, holy fucking—”
“Can I fuck you?”
Chapter Twelve
Finn
My knees were in Ryder’s elbows, and his face was in mine. I was naked, and so hard a slight breeze could make me lose it. Ryder’s smile was devious, and his breath was warm on my neck.
Could he fuck me?
Yeah, he could. Pretty good, I’d think, knowing him.
Did I want him to?
It was so confusing when he first put his hands on me on the jet ski. But so fucking hot, too. Had I wanted him to do that? After our conversation at that bar in the booth, maybe I gave him that impression. Or more likely, maybe I wanted to give him that impression, and I was just too thickheaded to realize.
I said yes on the jet ski. And I would’ve again. I said it in my head because I wanted it. I wanted it so fucking bad. But it scared the shit outta me.
Being fucked scared the shit outta me, too.
Would it hurt? Ryder was fucking huge. It had to. At first, at least. But then feel good, right? Why else do guys get fucked if it doesn’t feel good? Maybe just the idea of another guy beinginside them? Fuck, that was a good point, too. If Ryder fucked me, I’d let another man’s enormous cock inside my body. Being fucked by a dude.
Fuck.
I wouldn’t spiral. No. I hadn't in so many fucking years. I was not about to let something like that take me down some dark fucking bullshit. When it would probably feel good anyway. Being eaten out felt fucking amazing. And when he fingered me? I shot my damn load. I told him I beat off that morning, but I didn’t tell him I’d been fingering myself daily since we got home. Why didn’t I tell him that? He’d love to know.
Did I want Ryder to fuck me? Did I ever want a guy to fuck me? I wasn’t sure about other guys. Maybe? It sounded hot. And my finger felt amazing, I bet a cock would be better. But I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure about most things anymore. Add it to the list of things Finn doesn't know or understand.
I promised myself I wouldn’t spiral. But had I? Was I already? How much time had passed since he asked me? Too long. Ryder’s smile faded. I needed to answer.
But Ryder? Letting him put that thick, beautiful, pulsating cock deep inside me? Shoving it in and taking it out, over and over? Going crazy on me, feeling what it was like to really, truly be with him? With another man? Did I want that?
Fuck yes, I did.
“It’s no big deal.” Ryder kissed me. “Just thought you might like it.”
