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I stumble slightly and fall back against the couch. Damn missing leg.
But I don’t fall far because Finn is right there, his rough hands on my skin and I groan, my dick pressing up and eager for him. I want him to rub those hands all over me.
“Please,” I say, threading my hands through his hair and licking my way up his neck. “I need it. I’ve been dying all day.”
He presses his hips into mine, right against my cock, and I groan like the slut I am.
“Those sounds,” Finn says darkly, his grip tightening on me. “What they do to me.”
I’m panting now as his hands slide down to cup my bare ass, dragging my pants down with them. The cool air in the apartment hits my skin and I shiver as he kneads my ass cheeks.
“Turn over,” he says roughly and I don’t even hesitate. I flip onto my stomach, my torso bent over the couch, my ass up in the air.
“Like this?” I breathe and Finn grunts. Just once. And I can’t help but peek back to see what he’s doing.
He’s just staring at me, his pants tented, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths.
“Look at you,” he mutters, catching my gaze. “Such a good boy.”
God, yes, yes I am. The best boy.
Finn wets his bottom lip and then pushes my pants down a little lower, spreading them over my thighs. Then his hands are on my ass cheeks, pulling them open. The sensation of his hands against my ass drive me wild.
“So fucking greedy and insatiable,” he murmurs and spreads me wide, his finger running up my crack. My hips buck forward and then I press back against him.
“I told myself I wouldn’t fuck you—” he begins, but I cut him off with a loud, angry moan.
“Don’t you dare think about it.”
I’m humping the couch now. Poor couch. It never did anything to deserve this. It probably wants a nice home with a family that doesn’t sexually harass it.
“Don’t make me wait another minute. I’m ready. I want it. I want you, Finn,” I gasp when his finger presses lightly against my hole. “I can take it. I can take anything you give me.”
Finn freezes and then he’s gone, stepping back.
“Don’t you fucking move,” he commands as he disappears into the bedroom. I don’t have to wait long for him to return, those strong legs eating up the floor as he moves back toward me, a bottle of lube in his hand.
I watch behind me as he wrenches his shirt off, tossing it onto the floor. Shit, that muscled torso. He’s so fucking sexy.
How did I never really notice this before now? How have I existed in the same space as him and never wanted him like this?
Obviously, I’m an idiot who humps couches in his free time.
The sound of the lube snapping open echoes around us and my hole clenches, ready for what’s about to come.
“Are you sure, Landon?” he asks, his finger swirling at my hole.
“Fuck yeah. I’ve never been more sure in my entire life.”
My fingers tighten on the sofa cushions as Finn starts to work his fingers inside of me, the squelching sounds making my dick twitch and leak.
“I’ve dreamt of this,” he says softly. So softly I almost miss it.
“Yes,” I groan as he pushes a second finger inside of me. “Tell me.Tell me.”
Finn crooks his finger and I jolt up as he hits my prostate just right. Fuck, I’m sensitive there. I love it. I want him to play with it all day. Just make me come over and over. I don’t even need my dick touched. I just need him to fuck me with his fingers, just like this.
“I imagined you bent over like this,” he begins adding a third finger and I groan, my cock impossibly hard and rutting against the couch like an animal. “Taking it. Taking all of me.”
