Page 86 of Our Little Dove

When I don’t respond, he removes his finger and I feel his saliva drip down my backside, making me shudder. His finger is back and as soon as I relax, he replaces his finger with his tongue.

He teases and circles my hole for long moments and the sensation has my senses firing hotter with each movement.

I feel like I am losing touch with reality as his tongue dances around my puckered hole. He is slow and gentle at first, like he is listening to the melody of my breathing before his pace kicks up, like our song is preparing for a lustful breakdown when the chorus hits. It drives me wild and I let out the most shameless moan as I down in the sensation.

“Let me tell you what flashed through my mind, my jealous Darlin’,” he purrs as he once again changes it up. His finger is back, and he spits again before he gathers the wetness and massages the ring of muscle.

He thrusts his finger deep inside and I moan in response as I wait for him to make his point. “I’m not fucking jealous, you dick,” I growl in a deep, breathy voice as he finger-fucks me.

“Hmm, could have fooled me, Darlin’,” he chuckles before kissing, licking and biting his way down my back. “I wasimagining Alex squirming and writhing under you, while I fuck you like I’m about to,” he continues, his voice a blend of lust and dominance.

I whimper, my body responding to his touch and words. Quickly, I feel his finger retreat and replaced by the head of his cock.

I want that, need it. I fucking crave them.

“Fuuuck,” we groan in unison as he thrusts inside slowly. The delicious sting only adding to the lust coiling in my body. His free hand whips out to grab the headboard, pulling himself deeper than before.

Looking over my shoulder, I watch his golden eyes roam over me, as if lining my tattoos in fresh ink before he leans back and watches himself enter me from behind.

Suddenly, he ceases movement and pulls out only to flip me onto my back. Our chests press together, his harsh breaths mix with mine. He leans down to capture my mouth in a rough kiss, his teeth nipping at my lower lip before sliding his tongue between them.

Fintan’s hand moves between us, finding my cock. His fingers coil around my length and he starts working me while the kiss only grows in intensity.

The combined sensations of his tongue teasing mine and his hand around my cock, push me to the brink of orgasm. I whimper into his mouth, unable to form words.

I start mirroring his movements, trailing my hand down our bodies and start stroking him. Feeling the piercings glide against my palm as groans and moans combine to form the perfect sound.

He breaks the kiss, trailing his tongue down the side of my neck, and whispers, “I want to see you come, Darlin’. I want to see it all over me.”

With that encouragement, I buck my hips, thrusting into his hand as I’m near the edge. Sweat glistens on his body as we continue to stroke each other. With his free hand, he grips the back of my neck, holding me in place, our gazes locked as we reach the point of no return.

“Fuck, yes,Mo mhuirnín,” I moan as I feel the first spurt of cum surge from my cock, coating his hand and my stomach. The sensation is intense, tingling its way through my body, and I can’t help but arch my back, a low groan escaping me.

As if the sounds coming from my lips, set him off, he finds his release soon after. Fintan doesn’t stop jerking me off, keeping a tight grip on my shaft and savoring the sight of my release.

His eyes gleam with excitement as he watches me tremble from the intense pleasure. Finally, the last few drops of cum escape, and he releases me.

“Fuuuck, you look great when you come for me,” Fintan purrs before falling onto his back.

Once we have regained our composure and our breaths have returned to normal, we saunter over to the shower so we can get this day started.

Molly and I arrive at her apartment building a few minutes earlier than anticipated. Fintan and Kieran are smoking outside, waiting for us as I pull up and park the car.

Fintan leans casually against the wall, his usual nonchalant expression softened slightly by the morning light. Kieran stands beside him, his arms crossed, a faint frown creasing his forehead. He looks tense.

Molly grips my hand as I pull up the hand brake. Her hand tightens around mine, anticipation and anxiety palpable and I shoot her a reassuring smile before we step out of the car and approach the building in silence.

She hasn’t said much since we had coffee together earlier and I get it. I wouldn’t want to face my ex, less than twenty-four hours after the breakup either.

The four of us exchange greetings before we stride into the apartment building, the morning sun casting long shadows across the lobby.

Making our way up to her floor, Molly walks ahead and unlocks her door. She gestures for us to wait inside as she lingers in the hallway, nervousness evident in the fidgeting of her hands.

When the three of us are inside, I exchange a glance with Fintan, who raises an eyebrow in silent acknowledgment, before Kieran moves to sit on the couch with a sigh. The silence is heavy, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the waking city filtering through from outside the windows.

Minutes drag by like hours as we all wait in silence until heavy footsteps announces Joel’s arrival. Molly greets him in the hall with a shaky voice before opening the door and allowing him inside the apartment.

Joel’s bored expression quickly falters when he lays eyes on me as I stand with my arms folded in the kitchen. His jaw clenches, and he shoots me a sharp look before he turns and steps toward Molly as she closes the door.

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