Our kiss was rough. I tasted myself on his lips and tongue. I broke it and held his face in my hands. “Fucking Christ, you’re amazing.”
He blushed and kissed me again after saying, “So are you.”
I was about to spin him around and suck the cum out of him in half the time, but we heard something down the hall. We locked eyes, both faces paling. I scrambled to get my jeans back up, and we walked out into the hallway.
“If we see anyone, we’re looking for the men’s room, and you’re a little drunk. But don’t oversell it.”
“Got it.”
We never found the source of the noise, and the boys were where we left them. A bunch of the other fifteen guys were there too. Miles was in the middle, laughing loudly and enjoying himself. No one registered that we were gone.
I loved my brother. Nothing could change that. But I didn’t know if I’d ever like him again. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love knowing his best man would spend the rest of his stag night with my cum on his breath.
Chapter Seventeen
Ryder
I’d been drunker in my life. Way drunker. But also way, way more sober. Finn, too. I’d say we were nearing post-LIV levels when the Uber dropped us off at my place from Johnny Pete’s. But maybe even hornier.
Finn dragged me by the hand up the stairs, skipping steps on the three flights. Once we were inside, he growled and kissed me so hard our teeth clanked together. I ignored it and kissed him back just as hard as we shed our shoes in the doorway.
I was fucking horny. Yes, I’d come down his throat only a few hours earlier, but there was more than enough time to wait out my refractory period. Not to mention it was so fast that I could’ve gone another round almost immediately once I was done.
He was ravenous as we stumbled our way to the bedroom, growling, “I could taste your jizz the whole night.” He groped my hard cock through my pants. “Still can.”
“Bet you have blue balls. I wanted to blow you, too.”
“Fuck yes, I do. I’m so fucking horny for you right now, Ry.Fuck!”
I stopped him in front of my bed and held his face. “Oh yeah? How about shooting that load up your boyfriend’s ass?”
Finn’s face went blank, and I shoved him down on the bed. I stood over him and watched as he burned. “Really? We’ve never…”
“Yeah,really.” I climbed onto the bed and crawled between his legs until my face hovered above his. “I told you I’m vers. It’s way past time we switched it up.”
“Fuck,” Finn breathed, still red and looking more than a little discombobulated.
I laughed. “Do you not want to?”
“Yes! Uh… yes. Yes, I do.” He answered too fast. “I want to fuck you. Really bad.”
“You sure?”
“I’m so fucking sure, Ry.”
“Yeah?” I said, torturing him.
His face scrunched adorably, and his eyes flicked up to the ceiling as if he were considering it. “Pretty sure I’ll like getting fucked better, but if you’re down, I’msodown.”
“I am so down,” I said, kissing him. “No one ever wants to fuck me. Not even my own boyfriend. Maybe he doesn’t think he can handle taking his best friend’s older brother’s hole?”
Finn growled, grabbed me, and flipped me onto my back, changing our positions physically and metaphorically. I knew that would get him wild. I needed to be fucked, hard, fast, and put away wet.
It was true that I liked both gay sex positions, and that most guys wanted me to top them. But I needed to feel Finn inside me. Let him take all his pent-up arousal out on my body.
Finn undid and unceremoniously yanked down my jeans for the second time that night. And for the second time, he met my raging erection. Only he didn’t stop, and stripped me bare from the waist down. He removed his T-shirt with both hands, giving me the wonderful sight of his elongated trunk, tufts of pit hair, and stretched abs. I removed my own, then helped to get his pants off.
Finn knew where I kept the lube, fetched and applied it to himself. I settled back and spread my legs for him. His eyes went wide, taking me in. “Fuckinghell, Ryder.”
