The little breathy groans that puffed out of his lips with each pulse sounded so good I wished I could bottle them and swallow them.
When he was done, I gently slid his boxers back up to cover him and reached out to thumb some of his cum off his jaw.
I sucked it off the way I’d wanted to suck off that barbeque sauce earlier, and my eyes rolled back into my head as the heady taste exploded in my mouth.
Fuck.
He tasted sofuckinggood.
I wanted todevour him.
Reaching out and gently smearing his cum across his chest, I stared at his sleeping face.
He looked so much more peaceful now. He’d definitely needed that.
I felt a conflicting sense of guilt and satisfaction.
Guilt because it was my fault he’d been suffering in the first place.
Satisfaction becauseIhad been the one to give him the release he needed… which was bad.
What I had just done wasso bad.
I mean,obviously, it was bad. But I wasn’t worried about it for the reasons you would think. Outside of the fact that it was obviously fucked up to stroke someone to completion while they were fully asleep, it was bad that I had evenwantedto do it in the first place. I couldn’t allow myself to get involved like this, and the fact that I already seemed to be unable to leave him alone was concerning.
It wasn’t because he was a man. Finn was not the first man I’d been attracted to.
Jet and I used to hook up all the time.
The problem was that he was young, and he had his entire life ahead of him. Finn couldn’t develop an attachment to me. I wouldruinhim,and as much as he was an annoying, cocky little prick, he deserved better than what I could offer him.
I liked him. He reminded me of a younger version of myself, and the last thing I wanted him to do was make the same mistakes I had and throw his whole life away over some stupid pipedream.
Brushing his damp hair back from his face again, I sighed.
“This can’t happen again, shark bait. This was a one-time thing.”
Even as the words left my mouth, I knew they were a lie.
I could feel it in my bones like some massive, predetermined timeline was snapping into place that I was helpless to stop.
Finn Summers had ended up here for a reason, and I was starting to think that it had something to do with me.
“I’m sorry, kid,” I said softly, hoping his subconscious mind could hear me and understand how sincere I was.
“I’m so, so, sorry.”
Iwoke up feeling predictably groggy from the pill I’d taken the night before, but other than that, I was feelinggreat.
I basked in the dopey, sleepy euphoria for several long moments, wondering why I was feeling so good when I brushed my hand across my chest and froze.
“What the fuck?” I glanced down and gasped.
I wascoveredin cum.
Fuckfuckfuckfuck!
I had a wet dream! I hadn’t had one of those since puberty…
