That was all I needed. Now we were really doing this.
“Too late. You’re on my counter, so you’re getting eaten.”
With that, I pushed myself up, scooted back down the length of his torso, and took his semi-hard cock into my mouth. His groan shifted from a pained exhalation to an ecstatic moan. Less than a handful of head bobs later, his dick was stretching taut in my mouth, his fingers were digging into my scalp, and every part of me begged to bury my whole body inside this beautiful man.
“Shit, Chase, that feels so good.”
I looked up, cock in mouth, and grinned, hoping my eyes showed just how good I thought it felt. Finn didn’t raise his head or look up. His eyes were fixed on some point in the ceiling that I was pretty sure he wasn’t even seeing.
When I grabbed his balls and gently tugged down, his back arched, and his length pulsed. The first taste of salty precum hit my tongue. That taste—his taste—was all I wanted, all I could think of. I gripped his shaft just above his balls and pulled down. Again, his back arched and more slickness tickled my tongue.
“Chase, crap, slow down—”
I released him faster than I’d hopped onto the counter.
“Not a chance,” I said. “I may not let you come forhours.”
Something like a whimper slipped out, but his mouth twitched upward.
“Now, it’s time I had my dessert.”
His eyes widened as I gripped his legs, spread them wide, and lowered my head. He shuddered the moment my tongue touched the inside of his cheek. When it found the edge of his hole, I thought he might leap off the counter.
“So not fair,” he groaned. “But don’t stop.”
I licked his crease.
He squirmed again.
My tongue circled his hole once, then again, and again. By the time I pressed against his entrance, his shivers vibrated through me. When my tongue slipped inside him, he yanked my hair so hard I thought he might pull it out.
His hands left my head, gripping his legs and pulling them wider, holding them in place. My own hands, now free, reached down and spread his cheeks, giving my tongue a better angle to slip deeper inside him.
“Holy fuck!” His head rocked back and forth as my tongue speared in and out, then circled before slipping back inside him.
My cock pulsed, and my heart raced. Sweat coated my back, and I could feel the heat wafting off Finn’storso.
“I want you inside me so bad,” he said.
I lifted my head. “Bedroom now?”
He nodded without looking up.
I climbed down from the counter. He rose to a seated position and spun toward me, readying to do the same; but I reached up and stopped him, pressing my palms to his legs.
“Hang on,” I said, letting my gaze drift from his chest to his abs, then further south to where his very enthusiastic cock looked up at me with its one good eye. “Can’t let you leave the kitchen like that.”
He cocked his head and glanced down to where my gaze was fixed.
I bent down and took his dick in my mouth again, gripping his shaft and jacking him off while my lips and tongue cleaned the silky beads off his tip. More leaked into my mouth as I sucked.
I drank him in.
When he stopped leaking and again complained that he might come, I pulled back and helped him off the counter. He fell into my arms, and our lips crashed together, a swirl of passion and teeth and tongues. I couldn’t get enough of Finn, couldn’t feel his body enough, couldn’t taste him enough. My hands were all over him; and still, I wanted more—needed more. I needed everything this mancould give me, and I needed it right then.
“Bedroom, now,” I ordered.
He didn’t hesitate, breaking free of our embrace and bolting toward the stairs. I couldn’t stop a chuckle as his butt bounced when he bounded up the steps. Between the open stairs, I caught glimpses of his cock flopping about.
