Page 29 of Finding Finn
“I’ve been called worse. Almost there, babe.”
Babe? My stomach clenched and my heart beat faster. He bent down and nipped at my neck, sucking on my skin gently.
“Almost there.”
I felt his pubes brush up against my ass. He ground himself into me, and his cock somehow managed to go even deeper. I caught my breath as he slowly pulled himself out and then back in. Rocking his hips gently as my body slowly got used to the massive cock embedded in my lungs.
He stayed deep and only pulled himself shallowly back and forth as our bodies rocked against each other. It took time, but my body and hole relaxed, and soon the only thing I could feel was the pleasure of him inside me, filling me with his cock.
“Better?”
“Fuck me,” I begged.
He pushed himself off my back and grabbed me by the hips. My body tensed again as I waited for his assault on my hole. It started slow, but the build was everything. My body convulsed with pleasure as his cock slammed in and out of my hole. Harder and harder he fucked my hole with every thrust. My body shuddered, and my brain lost all ability for thought as I gave myself over completely.
He pulled his massive cock free from my hole and then shoved it back in, and I balled his covers up in my hands. My pants in between his thrusts became a rhythm as he plowedinto me. I pushed back with my hips as his hand slapped my ass before shoving his cock back in again. Over and over until I couldn’t breathe.
He pulled out and rolled me over, placing my legs over his shoulders. The look on his face as he sank himself back into me, this time reaching even further inside as he thrust himself into me. Fast and slow, his hips gyrated when he was all the way in, and then so hard and fast that I thought I might explode. My prostate was sore with pleasure as my body shuddered with him.
My hands reached up and explored his hard body as we stared at each other. His lips on mine as he left himself deep inside. My head arched back as he grabbed me by the hips and fucked me like a caveman. God, he was so rough but gentle at the same time – making sure that I was enjoying every thrust as much as he was.
My cock throbbed as it shot all over my chest and dribbled down my chin. I felt him tense as his load shot deep within my depths. He kept his cock buried inside as he groaned with the pleasure that riveted through his body as it shuddered, depositing his seed deep within me.
He slowly pulled it out and then pushed it back inside, over and over again. “I hope it’s a girl,” he whispered as he slowly lowered his muscular body down on top of mine. His hot breath on my face before his tongue pressed between my lips.
After a kiss that made time stop, he slowly rolled off of me. His chest and stomach were sticky with my cum.
“That was…”
“Serious?”
“Yeah. I guess we are.”
I didn’t go home.
10
JIM
It was the first time that I’d let someone sleep over since Tad and I broke up in college.
That had to mean something, right? Normally, I’d get out of bed and we’d take a shower, and I’d make sure to escort the guy downstairs and out the door with no promises to call him later. But I didn’t want Finn to leave. I loved the way his body gyrated, the way he bucked his hips – I wanted more. I wanted to watch the way his face flushed as I fucked him. His mouth opened in this perfect bow as he moaned in pleasure.
I even showered and brushed my teeth before waking him up with a good morning kiss. He was mortified by his own breath, but I didn’t care.
Two or three days before this, he annoyed the shit out of me. I had to stop myself from yelling at him when he told me he wanted to paint the fucking train. Now… If he wants it painted, I’d ask him what color.
Who am I?
What had he done to me, and why was I allowing it to happen willingly?
Lonely. I had been lonelier than I would have admitted if someone had asked me. I always put on a smile when I was with my friends and enjoyed the moment. With them, it was different. Ben might have been happily domesticated, but Tim was single again, so I could pretend that everything was alright because when I was with them, it was.
But after, when I came home alone, which I did most of the time, I sat on my couch and felt this crushing weight of nothingness. What did I have besides a job I loved?
Family. Friends. I pretended that my life was full, and most of the time when I was out, it was.
Then when I came home, it wasn’t.
