Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
“That’s it,” he encouraged before diving back down, but this time I did grab at him.
“Wait.”
“Wait?” Finn arched an eyebrow, mouth still centimeters from my cock.
“You’re getting all the fun.” Much as I loved what he was doing, I also felt weirdly exposed, the center of all the action. Typically, I gave rather than received oral, and my hands kept moving restlessly, like I was supposed to do more than simply lie and bask in the attention. “I want to touch you too.”
“Not gonna turn that down.” Chuckling merrily, Finn made fast work of our pants, and then with an agility that surprised me, flipped us around until we were both on our sides, facing opposite ends of the bed. “Better?”
“Much.” The position was not one I indulged in often, but I did enjoy having his cock right at eye level. His cock was as thick as the rest of him, dusky and uncut, which was always a fun novelty. The head was even wider than the girthy shaft, and I had fun exploring, lightly jacking him, watching the slide of his foreskin over the slick head.
“Oh, you do not play fair.” Groaning, he mimicked my grip, stroking my cock in time to my explorations of him, but when I sped up my hand, he leaned in to lick at my cockhead.
“Neither…do…you,” I panted.
Once he added his mouth to the mix of sensations, the whole world seemed to speed up, pleasure overloading all my circuits. He alternated lapping at the tip with going deep again, groaning every so often when I hit upon something he particularly liked. I continued to jack him with my hand but pulled him close enough to lick as well. Collecting little discoveries about his body was exhilarating, learning that he liked a firm grip, and that sucking got more moans than teasing.
But even as I tried to focus my attention on him, the pleasure onslaught had my thighs tensing and heart pounding. “Close.”
“Me too,” Finn groaned as he fondled my balls. Then, he laughed darkly. “You first.”
I was about to protest when he trailed his fingers behind my balls, skating over my rim while he sucked my cock deep and hard. That was apparently the magic ticket because I catapulted into orgasm. I shuddered and shook, but Finn held me tightly, each of his swallows a fresh wave of pleasure until I had nothing left to give.
But I wasn’t about to let myself collapse back onto the bed. Never let it be said that I left a job unfinished. Muscles still trembling, I redoubled my efforts to get Finn off, more determined now. Sucking him deep as I dared, I used my hand on the base of his shaft, giving him more of that tight friction he seemed to love.
“Damn. Fuck.” He made a pained noise as his big body went stiff. “Coming.”
I didn’t always swallow, but with Finn, no way was I pulling back as my mouth filled. I swallowed, trying to milk more of the salty taste. I liked his flavor, which was more earthy than bitter, and I licked my lips as I finally released him from my mouth.
Wiggling around until his head was on my stomach, Finn made a happy growl before dropping a kiss right on my trail of hair. “Okay, now that you’ve killed me, I suppose I better feed you.”
“In a minute,” I petted his hair and let myself drift on a cloud of good feelings, a rare state of total relaxation for me.
“Yeah. In a minute.” Finn yawned and cuddled into me more. His eyes drifted shut, making him look younger and strangely vulnerable. Not a quality I generally associated with him, what with his boundless confidence. Looking at his peaceful face made my chest clench, made all sorts of tender thoughts creep through my traitorous brain.
Chapter Fourteen
Finn
“Two trips to town today. Living dangerously,” Rachel teased as she came out of one of the greenhouses. I’d hoped to make it to my truck without encountering an interrogation, but her speculative look and dancing eyes said I was going to have to endure exactly that before I could leave. “And looks like you showered for this one.”
“Yep.” Earlier, I’d made a delivery run to some of our restaurant clients. It was a gorgeous June Saturday, and things were hopping both at the farm and in Burlington. Our woods had been full of day hikers and picnickers, and the farm stand had sold out of eggs by eleven. When I’d been in town, Burlington had been awash in early summer colors, flowers everywhere, and more than a few rainbows decorating downtown. “It’s the grand opening of Harrison’s bookstore. And most of Church Street is decked out for Pride Month. Figured I might as well go check it out.”
“Might as well?” Flipping her long braid over one shoulder, Rachel gave me a long-suffering stare. “Yeah, you keep telling yourself that. Like you wouldn’t be making the trek tonight anyway.”