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And I planned to show him just how much I liked the idea.

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West

“How was your last final?”Fin asked, leaning in to sneak a kiss.

I spooned the marinara over the chicken and noodles for our dinner. Fin had a late final, and I thought I’d surprise him with dinner. He’d studied his ass off to have a four-point zero grade point average in the hopes of getting a scholarship next semester. Fin was trying to distance himself away from his family as much as possible, and that included money. I was proud of him. He even planned to get a job this summer to make some money for himself.

“Let’s just say I’m happy it’s over, and I don’t have to look at another book for a few months.”

“So you got a hundred percent.” I wasn’t sure if it was a statement or a question. “Come on, you studied more than me and knew that shit frontwards and backwards.”

Fin grabbed our plates and walked to the dining room with them. He sat down and stared at his food.

Sitting down our drinks, I asked. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Something’s bothering you,” I said in a light voice, trying to coax him into speaking to me.

“When I got out of class, there was a call from my dad. He hasn’t called me since I got out of the hospital.” He shrugged and forked up a bite of noodles. “I’ve got a bad feeling.”

“Why?” I furrowed my brows and placed my hand over his bouncing knee. He really was worried. “You’re going to get the scholarship, we’ve got a house for next year, and you’ve got a job lined up. You’re free of him.”

“Then why doesn’t it feel like it?” His black eyes met mine with worry. “Why did he call?”

“Maybe he finally grew a heart and was calling to check on you?” I tried to assure him, but going by the look on his face, I could tell I was doing a piss-poor job of it. “What can I do to make you forget about him?”

A slow smirk started across his face. “How about a blowjob?”

“Before or after we eat?”

He looked down at our plates and back at me again. “I’d hate for all your hard work to go to waste. Let’s wait until after dinner.” Fin dug into his dinner as if it was his last meal on the planet.

“What’s the point of waiting if you’re going to shovel your food in your mouth so fast you can’t even taste it?” I laughed. He was five bites to my one.

“I’ll try to slow down,” he said around another bite of food.

While Fin did slow down some, he still finished in a record time. Standing, he took my hand and pulled me from the table.

“What about my dinner? Don’t I get to finish?” I easily let him pull me up the steps. If I could please my man and get him in a better frame of mind, I was happy to do so. Especially if I was also on the receiving end of his mouth. Glancing over his shoulder at me, Fin looked conflicted, so I set his mind at ease. “I’m good. I can heat it up later. Now, where to, your room or mine?”

“Yours,” I answered as he took a left toward his room. The moment we stepped into the room, I pushed Fin down onto the bed and went to my knees as I started to slowly undo the fly of his jeans as I pulled my dick out.

“What are you doing?” he asked huskily, his hips in the air as I removed his jeans. “Remove your damn clothes. I’m putting my mouth on you too.”

And that was one of the reasons why I loved him, Fin was a damn good giver in bed, and he fucked me better than anyone who’d ever given it to me.

My clothes were off faster than he gobbled down his dinner before I climbed onto the bed. I didn’t waste any time taking Fin into my mouth. He let out a loud groan as he gripped my hips and moved me until he was licking along my shaft.

Sixty-nining was one of my favorite positions with Fin as we raced to give each other the most pleasure and see who could get the other to come first. We were competitive as fuck, but in the end, we both always won.

Opening my throat, I took Fin down my throat and then heard the cap on the lube snap open.

“Suck my cock while I fuck your ass with my fingers,” he demanded as one finger breached my hole.

Fin started to thrust his hips in the same rhythm as his finger. I heard a noise but thought nothing of it. We lived in a house with over twenty guys. There was rarely a quiet moment in the house unless you were awake in the middle of the night.

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