“Aha, fuck!” I shout when I feel the flat of his tongue swipe at my hole. Every nerve ending in my body lights up like the sheer force of lightning in the dark sky. He licks and sucks, softening the tender skin. My poor neglected cock hangs throbbing and angry. I resist the urge to wrap my hand around it, seeking some relief.
“Ngh, please Finn… Please touch me! I can’t…”
I feel the press of his finger working past the tight ring of muscles, as his other hand wraps around my dick on an upstroke, making my eyes roll into the back of my head. The burn sears me in place. I’m hanging on by a thread, willing myself not to come after I finally got what I wanted. Finn works me open, quickly adding a second and a third finger. I’m about to tap out, on the verge of coming when he finally slips his fingers free.
I feel the beat of his chest against my back as he slides forward. His hard cock takes a few moments tucked between my ass before he moves to the side, licking his way to my lips and kissing me.
“Are you sure about this, sweetheart?”
“Yes, and I love you, but I really need you to fuck me right now!”
Finn chuckles and playfully swats at my ass. “Yes, Sir!” he growls into the crook of my neck. He hitches my leg over his hip. Our cocks grind together at the contact.
“I want you to ride me, okay?” he says. “That way you can control how fast or slow we go.”
“Okay,” I say, nodding my head.
Finn reaches into the nightstand drawer and pulls out a bottle of lube and a condom.
I reach for the hand holding the condom. “Do we need it? I’m on PreP and, well, you’re the only person I’ve stuck my dick in sooo?” He chuckles.
“I’m also on PreP and was tested before I left. I got my test results a few weeks ago, everything was clean. So I’m okay with it, if that’s what you want?”
“Yes,” I say, taking the condom and placing it back in the drawer. “I wanna feel you!”
I move to straddle Finn, sitting up on my knees. The click of the lube bottle brings my focus to his hand as he reaches around my waist. His slick fingers slide down my crack and around my hole, pushing in, causing my hips to rock in a slow, rhythmic motion. He adds a second finger, scissoring me open.
With him stretching me out a few minutes ago and this now, I’m as prepped as I’m ever gonna be. “I’m ready… Please Finn!”
“I hear you, sweetheart. Don’t worry, daddy’s got you.”
Sweet mother of all things holy!I'm going to self combust. I wrench my lips away from Finn’s.
“Shit, I’m sorry, I was just going with the flow,” Finn chuckles.
A smirk plays at the corner of my lips, one eyebrow raised. I place my finger against his lips with a shhhh… “Oh, we aresooorevisiting this at a later date, and in full detail. But right now, I want to sit on your cock and ride you.”
“Fuck, that mouth of yours just keeps getting dirtier and dirtier!” Finn says, as he covers his cock with a generous amount of lube.
I arch my back as he angles the head of his cock towards my entrance and I slowly sink down. The burn and the stretch almost becomes overwhelming, as I push down, taking him past the ring of muscles. I hold for a moment, letting myself get accustomed, before sliding down further until I’m fully seated.
“Fuuuck, Spencer, you’re so fucking tight!”
Soon the burn turns into the sudden need to move and the sweet feeling of being stuffed full.
I look down and all of my need stills at the sight of Finn beneath me. The flickering candle light bouncing off his tattooed skin against the white sheets, his hair wild around him. I take in the sight, burning it to memory.
Finn pushes his hips up, burying his cock deeper and I take the hint that it’s time to move. For every bounce of my ass, I’m met with a perfectly timed thrust.
Sweat glistens off our skin as we work each other into a frenzy. Hearing the way he moans beneath me, all desperate and wrecked, makes me feel more in control than I ever have. His cock, hitting my little bundle of nerves over and over again, has me on the edge, willing myself to hold on.
“Oh, fuck… Finn… I need to come… Yes… Please.” I’m well aware I can no longer speak in complete sentences.
“I’ll take care of you, sweetheart,” his voice low and full of the strain of want and need.
My cock head is angry and purple, pre-come pools at my slit. I feel his still slick hand wrapping around my cock, and my body arches and my eyes roll back. All it takes is a couple strokes, and he sends me over the edge I’ve been sitting on since he walked out of the shower in nothing but a towel.
“Mmmfffp!” No words form, just moans as my cum shoots across his stomach, in rope after rope of sticky heat.
