Page 78 of Best Friends, Tennessee

I pressed inside him, so slowly that there was zero room for surprise.Infuriatinglyslowly, really, because Finn felt so tight and warm and inviting it almost seemed unreal.

His expression changed in a moment. He hummed at the new sensation, processing, keeping his eyes trained on mine as I drew out the motion as slowly as possible.

But he didn’t seem put off by it. If anything, he seemed impatient, nodding at me, his face increasingly flushed.

God, the sight of him was too much.

I kept my eyes on his chest, watching the way his nipples hardened every time he broke out in goosebumps.

“How’s that?” I murmured.

“Not bad,” he said.

Even if it felt like the strangest intrusion he’d ever experienced, I was certain he wouldn’t let me in on that right now. He was playing the part of a good student. But I kept easing myself in. Steadily and gently.

I could feel when he finally relaxed. I let him settle around me, relaxing his whole body down onto the bed. He started to move against me, seemingly unable to help himself from pushing down further onto my finger, like his body was asking for more before his mind could catch up.

I let my free hand roam to his cock, gripping and putting some lazy strokes onto his base as I let my finger slide all the way inside him.

He groaned as I just grazed a spot he really seemed to like.

“Really fucking good, Ori,” he uttered. His eyes were half-lidded again now, the surprise melted away from his expression.

He wasn’t ready for a second one. Iknewhe wasn’t, but I also knew he wanted it, and if I could work him into a relaxed enough state, he could take me sooner than I’d have thought. I slid my finger out and slicked two at once, going back to just slightly start to push two inside him.

I didn’t know what to expect, but it definitely wasn’t what I got from him.

His eyes rolled back and he moaned even more deeply, relaxing around me right away this time.

Quick learner.

He was still tighter than a fucking vise, but he relaxed around me as much as he could, sucking in air as I pushed two fingers into him.

“God fucking damn,” he uttered, his voice hoarse and low.

He already sounded like he was being fucked. If he was this hot already, how the hell was I going to handle it when I was actually pushing my cock into him?

“You can take more than I thought,” I murmured, still sliding in slowly.

“I didn't think it would feel this good,” he said. “Give me more.”

I obliged, giving him a little quick push, just a couple more millimeters. But I knew it would feel like a lot after how gentle I’d been. He hitched his breath, pulling in a quick breath of air at the stretch.

“Relax,” I reminded him, and I heard his breathing get slower and more even again.

I kept up my strokes along his cock as I let him settle around the fingers inside him. His pupils were blown wide again as he watched me, focused on nothing other than trying to relax.

I breathed deep, watching his eyes in the low glow of his bedside lamp.

This was what I enjoyed. Being with him knowing that neither of us were thinking about anything else right now. It was immediate and physical. Just how we both liked it.

He was starting to fuck against my finger in earnest now, twisting and tightening on me. I let him do it, setting his own pace, watching as he started to sink into a deep, satisfied place.

“Need you inside me,” he said in a low, almost commanding tone.

I pushed my fingers in him as deep as they’d go. I had to know he was ready. He responded by reaching forward, gripping my cock, and giving it a tight squeeze.

Finn wanted me. It hit me like a speeding train, knowing I could never have imagined my life turning out like this.

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