My hands start to move, slowly drawing his shirt up off his perfectly toned chest, letting me feel every inch as I go. Finally, I get to see what’s underneath. His chest leads to a set of abs that makes me want to lick every crevice.
“God, I want to lick you.” I don’t realize I said it out loud until I hear a chuckle come from Finn.
“Fuck, that was supposed to stay in my head.”
Suddenly Finn picks me up, and I squeal with laughter as he swings me so I’m now laying with him hovering over me.
“I want to lick every fucking inch of you, Spencer.”
His eyes flash with heat before he presses our bodies together, and he settles between my legs. When I feel his hard dick pressed up against mine, it sends a zing straight through from my balls to my aching cock, now dripping with pre-cum.
There is no chance in hell of me holding back a moan so dirty it should be porn worthy.
“I think that is what I’m going to do. I'm going to lick and nip and taste every inch of your skin, starting here.” He nibbles on my bottom lip, sucking the tender skin between his teeth.
He moves to my jaw, then my neck. “Oh, fuck.” I clutch onto him tighter as my hands run through his hair.Damn, this hair needs to be in a museum.
“Thank you,” he says.
Wait, what? Did I just say… I discard all my thoughts when he flattens his tongue and I feel the cold metal ball of his piercing against my nipple before he brings it in to suck and nibble on the sensitive bud. The sensations wash over me and I moan.
“Oh god, I never knew... That feels so good!”
I groan and shiver when he lightly blows on my rock hard nipple before making his way back up my chest to retake my lips.
“Jesus, Spencer, your body. I could live on you for days,” he says.
All sorts of noises are flying out of me as my hips arch off the bed, seeking his. Damn, his dirty talk is made of things I’ve only dreamed of.
“Can I touch your cock, sweetheart?”
The tenderness in his voice makes me have no hesitation. “Yes, yes, yes, now please,” I say with a hiss.
Finn works the button and then the zipper down on my jeans as I clumsily work to open his. Getting them off is a whole new problem in itself.
“Sweetheart, we need to talk about these jeans,” he grunts, trying his best to get them over my hips.
“I know, but they make my ass look so good.”
Finally getting them down my legs, I kick them off as Finn leans in and bites my silk covered ass cheek.
“They most certainly do, but what you have been hiding underneath is even better…” Finn takes his finger and runs it down my cock from tip to base. “Fuck, your cock straining against the silk and lace. I could look at it for days.” Then he cups my balls and rolls them in his hand.
My back arches off the couch. “Jesus, Finn, you’re gonna kill me if you keep talking like that.”
Finn finallyremoves his jeans the rest of the way and comes back in with a blistering kiss. You know, the kind that makes you see stars. My legs wrap around his waist, desperate for his cock.
I’m sure I look like a needy little twink at this very moment, but I really don’t care. Tonight, I need this. All the stress and worry just melt away. I love all the sexual ways you can release stress, and tonight I was going to enjoy it.
His hot cock presses up against me and my body melts beneath him. We rub and push our cocks together. His dick sliding against my silk panties has mine dripping with more pre-come. The sounds in the room are nothing but panting and moans.
Gallifrey better be covering his ears with how obscene we sound.
Finn pulls away and looks around the room, when his eye lands on the giant bottle of lotion sitting on the coffee table he looks over at me with a raised eyebrow.
“What? It’s my face moisturizer, it’s cheaper in bulk,” I reply with a laugh.
Finn grabs the lotion, and I lift my hips to pull down my panties, but Finn stops me.
