Page 94 of Ravenous

“Wow,” Ollie breathed, head turning as he followed the bird’s path.

“Rideshare has brought me to a lot of cool places.”

“You found this through work? What about the lookout?”

“That I discovered on my own,” Finn told him, moving as close as he could with the center console between them. “But the best part aboutthisplace is that it’s private. According to the person I dropped off here, it’s part of a nature preserve, but almost no one knows about it.”

ThatmoreOllie wanted? It was about to be offered to him, and fireworks shot up his spine, his cock twitching for the first time in way too long. “And why would you want privacy, Mr. Cooper?” To his credit, his tone was whisper soft even though he shook with anticipation.

Finn’s eyes glittered as they took in Ollie, their lust and ferocity causing the fireworks to double down, moving into Ollie’s pants and bringing him up to full attention.

“Because we have forty-five minutes left on your day pass.” The wicked grin he gave Ollie should be illegal. “And I’m going to make it count.”

That sentence reeled Ollie in and he tried to hold back as their lips met, not wanting to pour all his pent-up need into Finn at once, but his resolve wore away as a talented tongue licked into his mouth and a large hand rested on the back of his neck, teasing his hairline. Kissing Finn was like having his breath stolen and his lungs filled all at once, curling his toes and making him rock hard; he never wanted to stop.

With a huff through his nose, Ollie reluctantly pulled away, his lips and chin tingling from Finn’s stubble. Calculating the path of least resistance, he threw a leg over the center console; unfortunately; grace had left the car and he struggled a bit before falling into Finn’s lap.

“Sorry.” Giggling, Ollie adjusted until he finally straddled Finn’s lap, his head brushing the ceiling. “That’s better.”

“It certainly is,” Finn agreed, grabbing Ollie’s ass with both hands, causing Ollie to squeak and look back over his shoulder, his unhappiness with his body not fully exorcized, reminding him that the last time they’d done anything like this, he’d been lighter.

“Are you sure you’re okay with-”

A finger pressed against his lips. “I don’t care what you weigh. I don’t care what you look like. I just care that you’re Ollie. Okay? I want Ollie.Mysunshine.” Dropping the finger, Finn caressed Ollie’s cheek and that touch erased any of his doubts. “I would never complain about having more of you.”

Ollie had never considered that viewpoint; it made him laugh. “You’re constantly a charmer.”

“I aim to please,” Finn winked, and suddenly Ollie became hyperaware of the solid body beneath him and the cock stiffening against his own.

“You do.” Unable to say something witty or cute when surrounded by Finn, Ollie wrapped his arms around those strong shoulders and leaned in for another kiss. This one was hotter, wetter than the last, and Ollie began to circle his hips, wanting more friction, more Finn, and the hands that kneaded his ass along with the groan that vibrated across his lips let Ollie know that Finn was equally as turned on.

Eventually, they broke apart, their heavy breaths the only sound in the car, and Ollie drank in the feeling of being this close to someone, sharing the same air, the same mind, the same heart. Fingers brushed his cheek again, reverently, and Ollie got lost in Finn’s gaze, going liquid in his arms and smiling into their next kiss.

It didn’t take long for the intensity to rise and Ollie let out a muffled squeak as Finn sucked on his tongue, one of his hands traveling, grasping Ollie’s thigh inches from his straining cock. Not wanting to be outdone, Ollie ground down even more on the tempting bulge beneath him, swallowing Finn’s growl while undoing the button on his thrifted designer jeans.

Finn seemed to have a similar idea, getting his own pants open without breaking the kiss, one hand still on Ollie’s ass, the other attempting to free his cock.

Inhaling sharply through his nose, Ollie broke away, smugly noting Finn’s wet and swollen lips. “Need a little help?” Without waiting for an answer, he reached smoothly into Finn’s briefs, wrapping his fingers around a girth he’d missed dearly. Twisting his wrist, Ollie pumped his hand a few times, smirking as Finn tossed his head back with an obscene groan.

“You’re aware that your dick is ridiculous, right?” Ollie’s fingers barely circled it and he wondered how that thing fit inside him, wanting another demonstration, but time and location granted certain limitations.

Not waiting for Finn’s response, Ollie pumped his hand again, tightening his grip every few strokes while Finn shook, moaned, and clutched at Ollie’s thighs; however, after a few minutes of bliss, Finn suddenly focused, his eyes roaming over Ollie, starting at his tousled curls and moving south. And Ollie was too caught up in providing a five-star handjob to notice that Finn had loosened his death hold until fingers slid up and over the tent in his briefs.

The touch sent a thousand sparks shooting through Ollie’s system and he jolted with a gasp, almost smacking his head on the roof of the car. And he couldn’t catch his breath because Finn followed up by tracing the outline of Ollie’s cock through the soft purple cotton and he jerked again, forgetting about the monster in his hand.

“If you keep doing that, I’ll come.” Ollie sounded wrecked but he didn’t care. “It’s been a while.”

“It’s been just as long for me,” Finn pointed out, the words edged with a growl as he grabbed Ollie’s arms, encouraging Ollie to cling to him, and Ollie let out a hybrid gasp-whine as their cocks pressed together, the sensation almost too much despite the barrier of Ollie’s underwear.

And then that barrier vanished as Finn pulled down the front of his briefs, rubbing a palm up Ollie’s shaft with an appreciative murmur. It throbbed, leaking, and Finn ran his thumb over the tip, spreading the wetness gathered there. Quickly, he took a taste and Ollie’s libido surged, wiping away any rational thought.

Diving for Finn’s mouth, Ollie tasted him again, tilting his hips to find the best angle, but he shouldn’t have bothered because Finn wrapped a hand around both of their cocks, squeezing them tightly, and Ollie completely short-circuited. It took him a moment to realize that the raw choked sounds echoing through the car came from him and that he was clinging to Finn for dear life, one hand anchored in his soft brown hair, the other almost tearing Finn’s shirt.

Needy and desperate, Ollie viciously rocked his hips in that grasp; the feel of Finn’s impressive cock pressed snugly against his own had become the center of his universe, making him sweat and shiver as lust danced over his skin. With a growl, Finn sought out Ollie’s lips, initiating another feverish kiss as he pumped his hand in time to the rocking of their hips, falling into a perfect rhythm that spiraled them up and up, the car bouncing along with them.

Wrenching away to gasp for air, Ollie arched back and came without warning, spurting over Finn’s hand. Speeding up, that hand became a blur and Finn let out a sharp curse, curling forward until his head hit Ollie’s shoulder. Shaking hard, he gasped a few times and Ollie reveled in that sound, making sure to watch as Finn froze, jerked, and then spilled down both of them.

They stayed like that for a bit, Ollie’s skin humming, his post-orgasm world soft and surreal. Once their breathing returned to normal Finn sat up straight and grabbed some tissues from a small box in the center.

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