My heart sinks at the realization I only have on briefs. I didn’t want to assume that this is where this conversation was going to go. Plus, a man can only have so many lace panties. That shit gets expensive.
I slide off his lap, and he groans in protest.
“I’m sorry, you’re going to be disappointed.” I unbutton my jeans, and as gracefully as possible, pull them down, stepping out to reveal a pair of tight baby blue briefs. “I don’t have anything special on this time.” I was waiting for disappointment to flash across his features, but it never came. Instead, there was a look of primal need.
“I hate to break it to you, sweetheart… You look sexy in anything you wear, and those tiny blue briefs have me wanting to devour you.”
Grabbing ahold of my hips, he buries his face in my crotch, mouthing my cock against the straining material. I feel the wet heat through the cotton when he begins to trail kisses down my cock. My hands fly to the top of his head, grabbing and holding on for dear life so I don’t come in my underwear.
“I’m supposed to be making you feel better,” I say, arching my hips into his mouth. My body and mind are left abandoned, like my body is floating somewhere between heaven and earth. He is the gravity, keeping me tethered.
Finn slowly lowers my briefs, his tongue reaching out to swipe at the pre-come pooled on the tip. He groans, “sweetheart, you are making me feel better. Your cock alone could heal me.”
He takes me deep in one fluid motion, and I feel it all the way in my toes. “Fuuuuck.”
Hand still fisted in his hair, my breathing is labored, as I try to hold still. His lips slide up and down my shaft in a perfect rhythm. Every once in a while, he stops to swirl his tongue around my sensitive head.
“Please… I don’t… I don’t want to come yet!”
He pops my cock out of his mouth. “Oh, I’m going to make you come so many times tonight that you will be begging me to stop.”
“Yes, that, I want that! Where do I sign up?”
Finn stands up and chucks off his jeans and underwear. He picks me up, and I squeal. Cave man has never looked better. He falls back onto the couch sideways, pulling me on top of him. He kisses me more tenderly than earlier, resting his forehead against mine. Our cocks slowly rocking against each other as we catch our breaths.
Then he says something I didn’t expect.
“Spencer, I need you. Will you… Will you fuck me?”
CHAPTER20
Finn
Spencer’s bodystills above me.Fuck, why did I just ask that?What the fuck was I thinking? I wasn’t thinking. He is just so… Everything. The feeling of desperation rocks me to my core. Please don’t let me have fucked this up. He doesn’t look mad, but there is something in his eyes I can’t quite read.
“Shit, I’m sorry, that just came out. I didn’t mean to cross any lines.”
Spencer cocks his head, searching my eyes. “Do you do that?”
“Umm, I prefer topping but… I don’t know, every once in a while. It’s just something that I need, I guess. It’s kinda hard to explain.”
“When you asked, a lot of things flew through my head, but the feeling of crossing any lines wasn’t one of them… I always thought of myself as a bottom, so I never entertained the idea.” He moves his hand up, resting it against the side of my face. My heart does funny things when our eyes meet.
“There is a lot of trust that has to happen when bottoming,” he says.
I lean into his touch, kissing his palm. “You're right, there is,” I say. The amount of truth in that statement is undeniable.
“Finn?”
“Yeah?”
“Ask me again,” he whispers, inches from my lips.
My breath hitches at the sight of him poised above me, fire burning in his eyes.
“Spencer, will you please fuck me?” I ask, full of need and want.
“Yes,” he says, taking me in a soft but commanding kiss. When he decides to truly let go, he is going to be a bossy bottom. I can see it. My cock twitches, showing just how much it's on board with the idea.
