AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Nothing ever feels wrong with him.
His hand flexes against my wrists as he watches me, something warring in those dark depths.
And then he does something I don’t expect. He reaches down and wraps his free hand around my thick, needy dick and strokes it.
My back arches off the bed at the sensation. God, that feels so fuckinggood.
His thumb brushes over the head, sliding against the slit, and I let out a small whimper.
“More,” I breathe and his hand slides to the base of my dick again, flexing his strong fingers around me tightly.
“Finn,” I moan, feeling overly warm and vibrating withsomething. God, first that kiss and now this. “More,” I gasp.
He slowly starts to pump me, drawing it out, torturing me.
I want to reach up and pull him down on top of me, feel him against me, but I can’t. He has me trapped against the bed, my body stretched out and at his mercy.
God, I knew he wasn’t vanilla. I knew it. He’s fucking rocky road.
I tilt my head up as far as I can, watching the way his hand works me over. His tanned skin against the deep purple of my dick. Shit, that’s a sight I didn’t know I needed.
“Faster,” I grunt, my head dropping back onto the pillow because he’s taking his sweet time and it’s driving me crazy.
His gaze snaps from my dick to my eyes and he ensnares me. I can’t look away.
“Please,” I groan. “Please Finn. Fuck me faster.” He lets out a shuttered breath, doing what I ask. I arch my hips up with each downward thrust, pressing myself into his fist harder.
God. More. More, Finn. Don’t take your hand off my dick. Keep it there forever.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, and then his name is ripped out of me as I explode across my chest, cum hitting my face, as I writhe and pant.
When I finally come down from the high of it, Finn is staring down at me, his eyes hooded, his chest heaving.
“That was…” I begin, trying to find the ability to breathe. “…that was fucking amazing.”
It’s like I’ve been living in the dark for the past twenty years and now my eyes have been opened. Everything’s in fucking technicolor now.
He lets go of my hands trapped above my head, but I don’t even move them, just keep them right where they are, remembering how good it felt to have him restrain me like that.
“Want me to reciprocate?” I ask and his eyes snap to mine.
He shakes his head. “No.”
My eyes swivel to his crotch and see a sizeable bulge there.
“It doesn’t have to mean anything,” I say and he narrows his gaze.
“Yeah, I know. And that’s the problem.” He sits up and hands me some Kleenex before standing up.
“I’ll be back. Just give me…. Fuck, Landon. Just give me a few.”
I watch him walk away as I absently mop my mess up, and then I obsessively replay what just happened over and over in my mind.
God, that felt fantastic. I liked it. I want him to do it again.
And again. On repeat.
I hear the shower start and I lean up on my elbows and stare at the bathroom door.
