Page 54 of Always Him

“That’s boring,” I say, but he spins me around, tucking my back against his chest. His hands slip around my waist, his head resting on top of mine.

“Watch the fucking rain, Landon.”

My eyes move to the wet earth outside our little shelter. Rain splatters onto the ground, creating muddy puddles. I can hear the rush of the river beneath our feet.

Slowly, I feel his finger sneak under my sweater.

It’s soft and tentative, but it’s there. I can feel it all the way to my bones.

It slides across my stomach, dipping into my belly button before tracing the line of my happy trail.

My head leans back, my heart thundering in my chest. It’s just Finn and me on this old bridge in the middle of nowhere. Just us.

His finger slips down to the button of my jeans, and it pops open.

Magic fingers. So fucking skilled.

My breath grows labored as I stand perfectly still, waiting in anticipation for what he’s going to do.

His fingers creep down below the waistband of my pants, and my dick immediately thickens. It grows, inching toward him, like a plant arching into the sun.

I need it so bad. He’s kept me waitingdays.

His finger brushes against the tip of me and I let out a loud moan.

He stills behind me and I bite my lip, telling myself to be quiet, to shush. I don’t want him to stop.

Thankfully he’s not still for long. No, his long fingers brush over me again and I tremble, one of my hands reaching back to clasp onto his head, pulling his lips down to my neck. They brush against my overheated skin as he thumbs the slit of my cock.

It’s leaking now and I know he can feel it. The tips of his fingers are slick with my precum, and then his hand surrounds me, squeezing my cock. I lift onto my toes, grasping onto his forearm tighter.

I don’t even see anything outside anymore. It’s just white noise and the feel of him behind me, pressing, cupping, stroking.

“Finn,” I gasp as he rolls my balls in his hands before moving back up to pump my straining dick.

God, don’t stop. Just don’t. I’m fucking myself into his hand, needingmore. Needing something to take me off the ledge I’m teetering on.

His teeth graze the side of my neck and I hear a low rumble begin in his throat.

“Is this what you want?” he asks, and I just nod. Just once. A tilt of my head because I’m unable to do more.

I’ve lost the ability to speak.

“You’ve been asking for it. Begging for it,” he growls, his teeth pulling on my earlobe, and I nearly melt—just liquefy into the wooden planks below my feet.

“Yes,” I moan, my throat dry.

And then suddenly his hand is gone, my pants buttoned, his hand resting on my stomach. I let out a whimper as Finn exhales shakily.

Why did he stop? Why the fuck did he stop?

Then I hear it—voices steadily approaching.

God, do these people have the worst timing, or what? First my dad and now these assholes. Honestly, do I have the worst luck or what?

I swallow roughly, trying to calm myself, because anyone with eyes can see what we’ve been doing.I’m sure I look flushed and utterly wrecked. I take a step away from him, subtly adjusting myself in my pants, tucking my hard dick beneath the waistband of my pants.

“We should go,” I say, feeling fluttery and unsteady on my feet.

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