Page 94 of Manhattan Tormentor

“I wanna taste you, Sage. Every fucking thick inch.”

“Are you nervous?” I’m about to give him an out when he kisses my stomach, scraping his teeth over my skin.

“No.” His lips are hesitant as they graze my cockhead and have my hand clutching the back of his head. “I might suck.”

I shouldn’t ever think Finn Maverick is being cute. I can’t help choking out a laugh. “Sucking is kind of the point.”

He lifts his head, the darkest eyes twinkling with desire and mirth. “I might be bad at it,” he corrects himself and licks me again. White hot pleasure rushes down my spine. I already know it’s gonna be the best blowjob I’ve ever had.

“Anything you give me will feel good.” I mean it. My feelings are in this with him, I want him to taste me all over. I’m too close to coming already from seeing him watch my leaking cock. The pull in my lower abdomen indicates how he won’t have to do much to have me exploding. He doesn’t need skill—he just needs to be here. Us here together.

“Finn.” I breathe. And whatever note of weakness he hears from my throat makes him grin. It turns him cocky as he knocks my hand away.

I almost lose my mind when his tongue touches me. My whole body buzzes with anticipation of the man I care for using his mouth on me.

Tight, tingling with need.

“You need this?” He licks a slow circle around my crown. If the taste of my pre-come hasn’t stopped him yet, then I think Finn Maverick is a little bit queer for me. I want to shout my joy. Then he kisses his way down, while my eyes eat up his movements. How his tight and hard body flexes when he bends his way forward.

He’s kissing my dick, light, open-mouthed caresses that blow my fucking mind. Holy shit. I would never have guessed Finn Maverick could be a giant cocktease.

He goes on and on, humming while he laves wet kisses on my dick.

Up and down, the torture tightens my stomach.

“Are you trying to drive me crazy?” I growl after he kisses another path up my cock.

The chuckle he uses that’s tormented me over the years, now vibrates through me and leaves me hot as fuck. “Am I getting to you?”

“Yes.” I slide both hands through his hair, gripping the length of it on top. I can’t stop looking at him. This feels like a dream. Finn Maverick with his wet, eager mouth on my body feels anything but real.

He’s not unaffected. His own hardness sits thick and leaking at the top against the hard ridge of his stomach. He’s turned on by sucking my dick. My mind is officially blown.

“What about you? Enjoying your first taste of a Fierro?”

He laughs roughly, those broad shoulders quaking as he leans in further between my spread legs. “Only one Fierro I wanna taste and it’s…” His tongue finds me again. Tickling the underside of my shaft, causing my eyes to roll into the back of my skull from pleasure.Oh, Jesus. “Different.”

He wraps his hand around the base of me and seals his mouth around my crown. Giving a slow, depraved suck while pumping me through his fist. “It’s…ah, fuck.”

He sucks again, taking me deeper this time, and I pulse nonstop. The need to come tingles the base of my spine. I want it. I wanthimbadly. This gorgeous man in front of me doing something he’s never done before. He must feel my closeness on his tongue because he groans, loudly, desperately. A sound I never thought to hear from Finn, ever. He lifts his head, his expression cloudy with lust, cloudy with awkwardness. I stroke around his throat, giving him reassurance that he couldn’t do this better if he tried to. He’d probably kill me if it got better.

My heart ramps up to the max.

Pleasure swells through me. And apprehension, because I don’t know what to do with his bewilderment. Or if my words will scare him off, make him change his mind about this, about us. Do I convince him it’s no big deal, it’s perfectly cool for a straight guy to love blowing another man?

I’m ready to fall into doubts when I see the look in his eyes—he’s in this, so fucking deep with me. He doesn’t give me the chance to say anything. He lowers his head and his hot, wet mouth surrounds me again.

My hips shift forward without restraint, pure lust sizzling in my balls as he works me over. I keep one hand tangled in his hair, trying hard not to fuck his gorgeous face. I have to let him do this his way. But his way is driving me crazy, one agonized second at a time. All I hear is my harsh wheezing and a frantic thump-thump rattling my rib cage. That and the raspy groans Finn is making, wet pops, a deep growl as he takes me almost all the way to the back of his throat.

Jesus Christ. This man is wrecking me. I’m wrecked. I’m—

“Gonna come,” I grit between my teeth. Now is the time to pull off my cock if he doesn’t want a dude blasting down his throat. But Finn goes on working me, pulling tighter with his lips and serpent like tongue.

“Ah, fuck,fuck.” I groan, cupping each side of his neck as I come. “Finn…”

Pushing him to the bed, I climb on top of him in time to see his tongue swipe out and lick me from his lips.

The sexiest thing I’ve ever seen and I crash my mouth down on his, making him moan when I suck around his tongue.

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