Finn gives me a soft smile. “She sounds like a great mom.”
“Yeah, she really was. I was so lucky. When she got sick, everything kinda took a backseat. I was not thinking about boys. I was just trying to absorb as much of her as I could before she passed.” My heart aches with how much I miss her.
“I’m so sorry about your mom. That must have been tough,” he says, placing a hand on my shoulder.
“Thank you. That story is a whole separate therapy appt,” I laugh and thankfully, so does he.
“And you could have anybody,” Finn says.
“That is sweet of you to say, but I’m not as smooth as you seem to think I am… Well, tonight I got lucky and almost face planted before I came into the bar, so you didn’t see it.”Wow, I’m just making myself look like a real catch.
Finn chuckles with a smile, rests his palm on my cheek and gently brushes his thumb back and forth. I find it hard to breathe when I stare into his eyes and see them move like the sea meeting the red evening sky.
“Youstillwouldhave been sexy as fuck, regardless,” he says.
I really like Finn. He is easy to talk to and genuine. I have no clue where this is going or even what I’m doing, but I’m tired, too tired for games in my life. Maybe it’s time to take a lesson from Finn and just get to the point.
“When Blake outed me tonight, it mortified me. He always calls me a tease. Apparently, just because you’re a virgin, you are not allowed to still be a sexual person. I want to be both, well I don’twantto be a virgin, but I am. I just wanted one night, one night to love myself and have that be okay. Society can be so shitty sometimes. We get told to love our bodies, but then when we do, they deem us less than.”
I sigh. “And, I guess, when the time comes, I just want it to be real. Not some hookup or asshole jerk who thinks it’s a game. I want someone I can trust. Until then, I have a drawer full of all kinds of dildos that will do the trick.”
“Spencer, hear me when I say this. There is nothing wrong with wanting to feel sexy and being a sexual person if you choose to. Don’t listen to those who say otherwise. Being sexual and fucking doesn’t need to go hand in hand.”
You sweet, sweet man. I turn and kiss his palm.
My mom used to always believe there are good people out in the world. You just have to open your eyes to see them. My eyes are wide open.
My gaze moves back to his, and we stare at each other. His eyes burn with desire so hot I hear the air around us crackle and pop. Finn’s hand grips my nape, slowly guiding me closer. Not being able to take my eyes off his, I lick my lips with anticipation.
The sexual tension had been building at a clipped pace before it was so rudely interrupted. We pick up right where we left off without losing any steam.
When I think he is finally going to kiss me, he whispers low in my ear, “being with someone does not always have to be about fucking their tight, pretty hole,” I gasp. “There are all different kinds of sex.”
My whole body shudders.Well, fuck me! He can dirty talk.
“There are hundreds to choose from… Do you trust me, Spencer?” he says, and I nod vigorously right before he captures my lips.
I immediately open up to him. I’ve been waiting all night for this moment, my mouth desperate for a taste. His perfectly muscular arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer. My cock is now the desperate one, seeking friction as it thickens in my jeans.
“Come here, sweetheart,” Finn says, and I climb into his lap. Arms and legs flailing everywhere because, again, I’m not smooth.
His mouth takes me in with a lip bruising kiss. My hands freely roam his back and shoulders, memorizing the hard crevices of his muscles before they land on his neck, and I hold on for dear life. My body can’t get close enough.
It’s like he’s reading my mind as he squeezes my waist and slides his hands down to cup my ass, rocking me into him. When I feel his hard length pressed against my jean clad cock, it makes me feel equal measures delirious and frustrated.
“God, you feel so good,” he whispers across my lips.
I groan, rocking my hips. “Mmm, yes more.”
My dick is painfully hard and screaming to escape.
Finn drags his fingertips up along my side, bringing my shirt with it. Goosebumps prick my skin.
Raising my hands above me, he lifts my shirt over my head.
He leans back into the couch, getting his fill. “Fuck, I could explore you for days,” he whispers.
I attack his lips again, because I can’t get enough.I love kissing him.
