Page 53 of Manhattan Tormentor

“Rocked your hetero world.” Finn blinks at my gloating, before laughing. He yanks his jeans up…pity… and crashes on the end of my bed.

I wait for him to run away, as always.

He doesn’t like to look at what he is when he’s with me; he seeks me out and then runs back to the straight life he knows.

Drinking slowly, he stares over at me.

Here it comes.

There’s a hard tug of dread in my gut, ready for the rejection to pierce me again. I gotta stop this guy walking all over me just because he’s hot.

He’s still a jerk and I want him in my mouth again.

Licking the corner of my lip, his eyes flare to two black pools.

Stunning me into almost choking on a mouthful of soda. He grabs a fistful of his t-shirt from the back and hauls it over his head, tossing it aside.

Golden skin, hard abs and a stomach so flat and ribbed I want to send his parents a thank you note for fucking twenty years ago and making this asshole.

He’s so hot.

Too hot for me to handle and still I want my hands burned up.

“Get over here, Fierro. It’s your turn.”

With our eyes connected, he steals the air and pumps need through my nervous system.

A half-naked Finn Maverick is on my bed.

The smile inching up Finn’s lips is depraved. Where the hell has his confidence come from suddenly?

What I know is, I’m the king of blowjobs if he wants more of me.

He grunts as I wrench off my shirt, watching me like a hungry tiger.

This is bizarre.

But I want it.So much.

I want him. Reckless move or best decision ever.

I want to be skin-to-skin with him.

Walking around him, his eyes following me when I open the nightstand and I toss condoms and a bottle of lube on the bed.

His eyes flare and my ribs expand as I pull down my zipper, the air is electric and dense with lust.

It’s time to see how queer my tormentor wants to be.

* * *

Finn

Tasting Sage again is like being plugged into the electrical current.

The fine hairs stand on end at the back of my neck when his bold tongue wraps itself around mine.

There’s no comparison this time, no weighing up how his mouth differs from the many girl’s lips I’ve had on mine. I can’t get enough of his mouth and I let it show when I grip his hair tight and yank him closer to me. Seems Sage is the same, because he does his own yanking, and before long, we’re naked.

---