I ease myself in, not breaking eye contact. He is a shifty little fucker when it comes to his food. To make up for the fact that there had been a bunch of people walking around his self-proclaimed kingdom, I get out a can of his favorite food. I like to save it for special occasions, like tonight, which I’m sure, according to Gallifrey, has been one long torment caused by the mere existence of humans. Once he is satisfied with his meal’s presentation, he saunters over to the bowl, flicking his tail at me high in the air. Ugh, so rude!
I take the fastest shower known to man, focusing mostly on my very importantasset. I chuckle to myself at the cheesy pun. Anticipation builds as excitement races through my veins. I thought I would be more scared when the time finally came. But I feel the exact opposite. I’m like a bubble of energy.
Finn has had such a heavy night that I wasn’t sure if this was going to even happen. I want him to feel loved and cherished. I want him to feel good. Oh, so good!
I’m thinking less is better tonight. Slipping on a pair of pink silk panties and a white oversized silk button up sleep shirt, I add a swipe of glittery pink eye shadow and pair it with my cotton candy lip gloss.
Feeling full of sex and sass, I head out the door. His apartment better be unlocked because it’s cold as balls out in my barely there outfit.
I’m greeted by a soft, warm glow. Scattered throughout Finn’s apartment are dozens of lit candles. My insides pool into mush and my cock jumps for joy at what is about to go down. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch the new piece of art hanging on the wall. I smile and my heartstrings tug when I see it’s Finn’s drawing of Jacqueline.
The bathroom door opens behind me. I turn to see Finn stepping out with a towel wrapped around his waist and steam billowing out from behind him. Jesus christ, I think I need to write a fucking romance novel! His hair is wet and beads of water are still dripping down his chest. Holding on to the very flimsy towel, Finn leans against the doorway. I can feel his eyes burning a trail down my body as we both take each other in.
“The candles…” I say, gesturing around. “It’s very sweet of you.”
Finn straightens before walking towards me. He stops inches from my lips and I inhale his minty breath, a moan escaping at his words. “I’ve been dying to see what your soft skin looks like against the light of flickering candles.”
“You really are the smooth talker,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him deep.
“Is it working?” he asks.
“You tell me!” my voice comes out full of need and want as I pull his towel free from around his waist. Holding his gaze, I move slowly down his body, with the sudden finesse and balance of a ballet dancer. His skin pebbles under my touch as my hands caress the muscled peaks of his abs.
“Fuck sweetheart,” he says in a desperate gasp. “Is this how you want to play this?”
Yes, this is how I want to play this. My body is wound tight and ready to snap. I hold my confidence in my sexuality high in the air tonight, ready to show him just how much I love him.
I don’t answer, instead I take his cock to the back of my throat and swallow. Finn’s cock twitches as he can only string along a list of curse words. I look back up at him and wink, his cock still buried in my mouth.Yes ladies and gentlemen, I motherfucking winked!
Reaching down to my own cock, I stroke it through the silky material, trying to ease some of the ache.
Starting at the base of his cock, I trace the vein leading to his tip with my tongue. I suck in the round head, the taste of his precum bursting in my mouth. I stroke his shaft a few more times before sliding all the way down and taking one of his balls in my mouth, sucking!
“Fuck, Spencer… I always knew that tongue of yours could be wicked, but this is downright evil.”
I hum against him, and I feel his balls draw up tight.
“You look so beautiful down there on your knees for me, but tonight I need you up here.” Words like that don’t help the situation, it just makes me want to live on my knees forever for this man.
With cat-like reflexes, Finn hauls me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. It’s a good thing I have the scrawny, book-geek look going for me, because we would be on the floor in thirty seconds flat. It’s best to take my legs out of the equation.
As soon as we hit the bed, he tosses me onto it with a bounce. I don’t even try to hold back the squeal.
Finn stills above me. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
With more sexual control than one man should be allowed, Finn slowly unbuttons my shirt. The feel of his knuckles skipping across my skin makes my cock throb and my body shiver.
“Look at that!” my body even more exposed. “Pretty… In… Pink…” he says, dragging a finger from the top of my chest to my pink silk underwear, my cock hard and straining against the material. My eyes roll to the back of my head, when he continues down the length of my cock and rests on my silk covered hole. Teasing me, I’m desperate for the feel of his grip on my shaft.
Instead of feeling the relief of his tight grip, I hear a loud growl, then Finn’s face is nuzzled in my groin. Inhaling my scent, he slides the thin piece of material down my legs, leaving my cock standing straight up and on display.
Whatever primal urge has taken over, Finn has my still untouched cock leaking.
“Turn over, sweetheart. Stick that perfect little ass in the air for me.”
I sit up, spinning on my knees. With all the seduction I can muster, I slowly spread my legs apart, bending forward.
Finn’s hands run circles along my lower back. “Oh, fuck, look at that hole. I can’t wait to slide in and find your perfect spot.”
