Page 54 of Finlay

“Finn.FinnFinnFinn.Fuck!”

I babbled as I filled his mouth. It was only as the wave receded that I realised maybe he didn’t want to swallow. Matt had never liked it. I tried to rectify it by pulling back,only to be stopped by Finn’s firm grip. He held me in his mouth, refusing to let me move until he’d swallowed every last drop. Until he’d licked my shaft completely clean. Until I was squirming away because I was too oversensitive.

He kissed my soft dick before getting to his feet. His eyes didn’t leave mine as he straightened. It was funny; he wasn’t much bigger than me. Few were. But when he towered over me like this, it felt like there was a dramatic size difference. I felt smaller. Safer.

Protected.

Stop going there. This is one night only, remember?

Ah, there it was. I should’ve known the logical side of my brain wouldn’t be silent for long.

Finn was still staring at me, his chest heaving. He didn’t speak, his eyes flicking over my face repeatedly as if he were seeing me for the first time.His arms were trembling. In fact, his whole body seemed to be vibrating slightly.

I shifted awkwardly, wondering what to do next. I knew he’d talked about spending the night together, but what if he’d changed his mind? A glance at his crotch, at the obscene bulge that had to be aching, suggested not, but he still hadn’t spoken.

What should I do? What did Finn expect from me? I hated feeling uncertain.

When I couldn’t stand it any longer, I touched his chest lightly. “Would you like me to return the favour?”

“No.” Finn’s voice was like gravel. “What I’d like is for ye to bend over yer bed now so I can see what you taste like in other places.”

“What?” I squeaked.

“You heard me.” Finn stroked my lip lightly with his thumb. “I’ve had one taste of you, Chester, and I’m starvingfor more. So be a good boy for me, and bend over the bed. Legs spread wide.”

I hadn’t realised it was possible for me to get hard so soon after orgasming, but my cock was making a valiant effort. I didn’t know what was making me hotter—what Finn was proposing, the ‘good boy,’ or the clear and direct orders.

Or perhaps it was that he wasstarvingfor me.

He could have been lying, or trying to build my admittedly poor self-esteem, but I didn’t give a fuck. Finn had said he’d treat me like a king, and that was exactly what he was doing.

And I was so fucking here for it. For him. For whatever he wanted to do to me.

My legs were like jelly as I stepped towards the bed. I barely made it two steps before Finn stopped me by tugging on my shirt.

“Hang on,m’eudail. Can I take this off?”

I nodded, summoning up my courage to ask for what I wanted. “So long as you’re naked too.”

Finn’s face crinkled in a smile as his hands dropped to his jeans. “Of course. Although I suspect you’ve already seen me naked a time or two.”

My face flamed, but the teasing note in his voice stopped me from dropping my head. To my astonishment, I found myself flirting back. “True, but not up close. What if my eyesight’s been failing me?”

“Yer right,” Finn said solemnly. “You need a closer inspection, for the sake of yer eyesight. We can’t have you going around needing glasses and not realising.”

“Exactly.” I grinned, trying to remember the last time sex had been this…fun. Had it ever? “I could be a danger to society if I got behind the wheel.”

“We definitely can’t have that.” Finn stepped back and dropped his jeans, kicking them away along with his underwear. His thick, uncut cock was hard and swollen between his legs. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to explore first—that, or the dusky, heavy balls already drawn up tight.

“Look as close as ye need, Chester.” Finn spread his feet a little wider, his chin held high. This was a man with confidence. Matt had had confidence too, but he’d also had something else Finn didn’t. Matt had served his confidence with a healthy helping of arrogance.

Arrogance that was misplaced, honestly. His body, while attractive, wasn’t a patch on Finn’s.

There was no arrogance in Finn. His confidence was in every line of his body, but none of it made me feel small. No, weirdly, I felt powerful. This beautiful, majestic man was letting me ogle his faultless naked form. Because hewantedme. My brain could deny it all it wanted, but I had physical, empirical proof.

Veryhardempirical proof. I bit my lip to contain my whimper as I imagined the stretch it’d give me. Would Finn be up for doing that tonight?

Fuck, I hoped so.

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