Page 33 of Wreck Me

“Fuck yes I do.”

Pushing him down to his knees, he drops willingly, hands going to the band of my gym shorts and quickly yanking them down, my cock springing free and slapping my pelvis. Finn wastes no time grabbing it roughly with his fist, stroking from root to tip.

“Ughn,” I moan at the contact.

It’s so different from a woman. He knows exactly how rough to get, what could feel good and what wouldn’t. I groan again as my head falls back against the wall, his hand jerking me hard, his other coming up to cup my sack, rolling my balls in his palm.

“What are you waiting for, Finn? You want to suck my cock so bad, then suck it.”

He wastes no more time, his lips curl around the thick head of my dick, and my eyes roll back into my skull. His hands grip my hips, pulling me in further as he chokes on my cock. I move my hands to the sides of his face, my thumbs swiping back and forth across his cheeks, holding him still as his eyes flick up to meet mine, giving me a slight nod of his head in consent. I spread my legs further, his jaw relaxing in my hands as he passes the control over to me. The transfer of it is so fucking hot it makes my knees weak. This strong-ass man on his knees in front of me, about to let me fuck his throat with my dick. Fuck, it’s bliss.

I pull back and drive in slowly, testing him out, seeing how much he can take. I press in until I feel his throat strain, running my thumbs affectionately across his cheeks as reassurance that I won’t hurt him.

“Tap my leg if it’s too much, and I’ll stop, no questions asked. Relax your throat for me, breathe through your nose. I can’t take it easy on you. I need you too much.”

I feel the moment he gives completely in, my dick sliding into his throat further than I have before.

“Fuuuuck, Finn, such a good boy. Fuck.”

I pull out to my tip, swiping it back and forth over his wet lips. I can’t wait to see them bright red and puffy, spit and cum leaking from the crease. Pushing back in, I slide all the way home, much easier this time. Finn’s hands stay on my hips, hisfingertips biting into my skin but not pushing me away or tapping. I start to fuck his mouth without restraint, trusting him to tap out if I’m hurting him or he can’t take anymore. I didn’t go this rough on him at the club, and I want to test the waters now. It’s pure euphoria. Finn’s mouth is nirvana, and I never want it to end.

One of his hands slips between my legs, massaging my balls, slipping his fingers behind them and running along my taint. My heart is pounding as fast as my thrusts, his mouth open, spit dripping from the corners, tears starting to leak from his pretty blue eyes. My balls draw up from out of nowhere, my orgasm coming on fast.

“It’s coming, Finn. You want me to fill this pretty mouth with cum?”

He jerks my hips forward at the same time my dick swells, pulsing ropes of cum down his throat. I moan unrestrained, Finn humming around me as he swallows down everything I’m giving him. After I’m empty, I start to pull out, Finn chasing my dick like he isn’t done with it yet, lapping at my tip.

“Fuck, I love your taste,” he rasps.

“Mmm. You okay?”

“Caring about my well-being, Hayes? That’s unlike you.”

I look down at him as a flare of pain shoots through me.

“I’m not a dick.”

“No, but I’m definitely obsessed with the one you have.”

“I’d never want to hurt you, Finn.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them, letting him see a vulnerable part of me that I keep locked up tight. He cocks his head to the side while he studies my face, using his thumb to wipe his lips of the cum and spit coating them.

“I know, or I wouldn’t have trusted you to do that,” he replies simply as he stands, meeting me eye to eye.

“Oh. Okay. Good,” is all I can come up with to say.

“I want you to trust me, Carter. I can’t explain this pull to you without sounding like a lunatic. I really am sorry about how I got you here. Just . . . something was telling me to take you away. To escape with you.”

“Damn, you really do sound like a lunatic. Should I be worried about never making it home?”

His eyes twinkle with mirth as he laughs under his breath.

“Don’t give me any ideas, Hayes. Or I’ll run away with you.”

Silence stretches between us as we stand toe-to-toe, sharing air, both of us suspended in unsaid words. Words that are being held back by fear and the outside world. I don’t believe in fate or coincidences, but there’s something I can’t explain about why my initial reaction to him running away with me is excitement and not terror.

“Okay,” I tell him, his eyes going wide as they bounce back and forth between my own.

“Okay, what?”

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