Page 37 of Wreck Me

He pulls my head closer to his body, and I let out a breathy moan.

“Finn . . . I need . . .” I whisper, my composure slipping.

“I know. Me too . . .”

I move one of my hands to his ass to lift him higher, and the other to push my briefs down just enough to free my cock. Never have I ever been so grateful for the night sky and the privacy it gives, shrouding us in darkness. I grip the globes of his ass, my fingers digging into the flesh and pulling him impossibly close. I take his mouth with mine again as he melts further in my arms. He feelssogood.

“Fuck, Carter. You feel . . . Hell. I’ve been dreaming about touching you like this, holding you like this. I don’t want to rush. Let me make us feel good.”

God, when he talks like this. Finn muddles everything. I can’t think clearly when we’re close; everything else melts away, and all that’s left is the two of us. I lose myself to him, and it’s the best feeling I’ve ever felt. Nothing can top this right here with him.

A desperate moan works its way up my chest, Finn using it to fuel his movements. With one hand around my neck, he holds me close, his other grabbing my cock, holding it tightly against his own. We moan in unison, our foreheads resting together. Our breathing is ragged as he jerks us hard and rough, the water making the friction difficult. His hard cock pulses against mine, and I hold him by his ass, keeping him close to me as we chase this feeling.

“Fuck. It’s not enough . . . I need to come.”

“I know. Shit. Let’s get to the house,” I tell him, suddenly feeling a whole helluva lot more relaxed and irresponsible. Finn unhooks his legs so that he’s standing on his own, and then we hurry out of the water, quickly grabbing our clothes and hustling to the stairs of his private deck.

We don’t make it past the first step before his hands are on me, wrapping around my body and hauling me into him. I tumble back against the railing, Finn’s hands all over me as we battle for dominance, our kissing frantic and bruising. Finn bites down on my bottom lip until my tongue tastes the familiar, metallic iron flooding my mouth. I wince, pulling back from him but he just grins, his lips turning up in a sly fucking grin that’s all him.

“You think that’s funny, asshole?”

“I think you taste fucking delicious, lover.”

“Yeah? I got something else you can taste.”

“Fucking happily.”

Breath is stolen from my lungs as Finn drops to his knees for the second time today, forcibly dragging the wet briefs down my sticky thighs. My cock bobs free and Finn wastes no time grabbing it in his strong grip and licking up the underside of my length.

“Mmm,” I moan as I thread my hands through his thick, wet hair, my eyes locked onto where his tongue is currentlylapping at my slit, licking up the precum leaking from the tip for him. I prop my foot up a step, spreading myself so that he can take as much of me as possible. My hips chase the wet warmth of his mouth, bucking forward until he finally sucks me down, taking me all the way to the back of his throat and swallowing before pulling up, his tongue swirling around my engorged head, and then repeating the process.

It’s fucking euphoric and hot as hell. Just like every other time. I’ve yet to return the favor, never actually having touched his dick before. Something about seeing this huge, strong, confident male on his knees for me, worshipping my dick like it’s the best thing he’s ever had, does it for me every time, but I do feel like shit for having not given him anything in return. I’m just not there yet, as much as I want him. I’m still so fucking confused.

“Fuck, man, I love it when you suck my cock. So fucking good, Finn. So goddamn good. That’s it.”

He hums under my praise, picking up his pace and sucking harder on every upstroke. He’s blowing my damn mind. But that’s not where I want to come. I want to fuck him. I can’t explain it, but I want it more than anything else right now. I want inside that tight ass of his, I want to claim a part of him like he’s done to me.

“Tell me you brought lube,” I demand, my voice shaky as I do everything I can to hold off my orgasm. I want to fuck his tight ass; I want to bend him over the railing and drive in deep until we’re both a mess.

“Fuck. It’s inside. I can’t wait any longer.”

“Dammit. I want to come with you, Finn, touch yourself.”

He pops off my cock, leaving it slick from his saliva, and stands quickly, claiming my mouth in another soul-searing kiss. Our tongues tangle, my hands gripping the back of his headhard, hauling his body against mine in a desperate attempt to get closer.

“Fuck, I want to fuck you, Finn. I need more.”

“Trust me, this is gonna feel so fucking good.”

Finn pulls back, lines up our dicks, tip to tip, and fists his cock, pulling back the foreskin before moving upward toward mine, enveloping the head of my cock and creating a sheath.

“Ohhh, fuuuuck,” I moan, my knees nearly buckling, as I look down, my jaw goes slack in awe. He jerks us like that, using himself to create this breathtaking feeling for both of us. The suction it creates melts me, all coherent brain function long gone.

“Oh, hell yes. Look at us, Carter. Goddamn, you feel so good.”

“Finn . . . oh my god,” I pant as he wraps his free hand around my neck, continuing his ministrations that are driving us both to the edge. His chest rises and falls rapidly against my own, his breathing heavy and warm against my face as he brings us closer and closer to release. Neither of us can take our eyes off of what he’s doing, our cocks suctioned tightly together. His jaw is slack, as if he’s just as lost to this as I am. He pumps us, my orgasm right on the cusp, and like he fucking knows it, he squeezes just a bit harder, forcing me over the edge.

“Ohhh, fuuuuuuck, fuuuucck, just like that, yesss.”

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