Page 21 of Ravenous

At each word, Ollie’s cock leaked, begging for attention, and he was tempted to pull it out and stroke it along with his movements but he wanted to focus, give Finn something that would make him come and then come back.

Sliding his other hand off Finn’s thigh, Ollie swept fingertips over his balls, tracing them while he sucked furiously on the shaft above. With that extra touch and suction, Finn practically folded in half, letting out another growl. Ollie had him literally right in the palm of his hand.

And he should probably stop teasing.

Releasing the base, Ollie blew Finn with fervor, raising his head until just the tip was left inside and then sliding it back down to the nest of curls at the base, all the while playing with the roundness in his hand. He felt surrounded by Finn, by his earthy manly scent, by the pleas and cries that slipped from his lips, by the way he clung to Ollie’s hair, hanging on as if he were being dangled over a precipice.

And Ollie was going to let him fall. Sinking as far as he could go, Ollie lodged that cock deep within his throat, repressing the need to gag as he swallowed around it. Finn let out a ragged gasp, his entire body jerking, yet he still found the breath to warn Ollie.

“I-I’m gonna…” He tugged up but Ollie stayed put, for he was exactly where he wanted to be.

“Mmhmm,” he hummed around the thick rod, wiggling his tongue as much as he could. Finn seemed to stop breathing, going perfectly still until the first pulse sprayed into Ollie’s mouth, and then he shot into motion, arching his back and continuing to empty himself, moaning with each wave.

Ollie took every drop greedily, his own cock throbbing and continuing to beg for a touch, but it would have to wait for he was still milking the shaft on his tongue. Eventually, Finn dropped back into himself, arms and legs akimbo as he melted bonelessly into the couch, and Ollie finally pulled away, grinning like the cat that caught the canary as he daintily wiped his mouth.

“So, you liked that.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes.What the actual fuck, Ollie.” That also wasn’t a question. Finn’s head was resting on the back of the couch, eyes closed, and Ollie felt a surge of pride. He did that. He wrecked this stunning man. “That was the best blowjob I’ve ever gotten.” Finn’s voice was raspy, sex-soaked and so seductive Ollie considered making a recording of it for personal use.

“Don’t forget to leave five stars on the app.” Since Finn didn’t seem capable of moving yet, Ollie pulled his briefs back up, tucking him in, and Finn came to, fixing his jeans.

“I’d leave a hundred stars if I could.” Finn eyed Ollie, his gaze traveling south, and Ollie shifted, sure his bulge was obvious. “Do you want me to return the favor? I admit…” Finn rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m a beginner.”

“Right.” Ollie rolled his eyes, too turned on to think straight. “Because a guy like you hasnevergiven a blowjob.”

“I haven’t,” Finn stated, as serious as a heart attack. Ollie sat back on his heels, still not quite comprehending but anxiety was barreling down on him.

“Do you not give blowjobs?” Ollie could feel his forehead wrinkling in confusion and fear. “I mean, if head isn’t your thing then-”

“It is. My thing. I mean, um…I’ve just never done it to a guy before.” Finn’s cheeks were flushed and there was apprehension in his gaze, which was unusual on him. “Only to women.”

It was like Ollie had been dunked in ice. No, this couldn’t be happeningagain.

“Oh my god.” He stood, his erection deflating as all of his hope ground to a screeching halt. And he had no one to blame but himself because he’d never asked Finn directly if he was gay, and that was the first thing he should have done. But now was as good a time as any. “You’re straight.”

“I thought I was up until I met you. But I guess I’m bisexual. Or, Olliesexual.” Finn grinned at the end of the sentence, trying to be playful but Ollie wanted to cry. Itwashappening again.

“I think you need to leave.” He turned away, folding his arms and forcing back his tears. It was better he found out sooner rather than later, when he was more attached, but it felt like his heart was breaking anyway. This was ridiculous, he’d seen Finn what, three times?

“Ollie? Hey, talk to me.” Finn stood, walking around Ollie to face him, confusion across his features. “What did I do?”

“It’s not what you did. It’s what you’re not.” Ollie backed away, heading for the foyer.

“Is this because I’m not gay? I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, I wanted to talk about it but I could never find the right time.” When Ollie didn’t reply because he was holding back sobs, Finn stepped a little closer. “Come on, Ollie. Is it really that important? There’s a connection here that I want to explore. And I care about-”

“Stop. Just stop.” Ollie waved his hands in front of him, blinking away the tears blurring his vision. “It is important. Tome.” No matter how perfect Finn seemed to be, he had one fundamental flaw. He was heterosexual. Some people, like Rain, would delight in having tempted a man into trying other men but Ollie wasn’t some people. He’d been through that twice before and there was no way he wanted another round. “I have a rule. No straight men.”

“But I’m not straight-”

Ollie’s gaze shimmered as he choked back more tears. “No men who were straight before me.”

“Why?” Finn asked, eyes wide in bewilderment as he absentmindedly buttoned his pants.

“Because you’re not part of the lifestyle. There’s so much more than just acting on your attraction because you think dating me is like dating a woman. And it’s not. I’m not a fling, I’m not an experiment, and I refuse to be hurt again.”

“Ollie.” Finn reached out his hand. “I would never hurt you.”

It was so tempting. So very tempting. Ollie stared at that hand, yearning to take it, but his brain stepped in, reminding him not to fall for this a third time.

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