“I like hearing you beg. Do it again.”
His cheeks flushed pink and he bit down on his swollen lip before his eyes darkened as he stared at me. “Touch me, Finn, please. I want you to touch me.”
I tugged his t-shirt up his body and he helped, pulling it over his head, letting me get my first look at the famous Jasper Fischer’s body in real life. And, God, he was even more stunning than he was in the photos I’d been stalking since I started working for him.
Nerves bubbled in my stomach, appearing out of nowhere as I stared at this man who was so out of my league it wasn’t even funny and here I was, thinking I had the confidence to top him.
Like he could read my mind, he reached out, cupping my cheek. “I trust you to take care of me.”
His touch was everything I didn’t know I needed and my nerves abated, replaced with a raging need to give this man an experience he’d never forget.
I placed my hands on my chest, leaning in so I could kiss my way down his body, running my lips and tongue over his hard abs. When I pulled his nipple into my mouth, he cried out, his body arching.
“Finn,” he whispered as his fingers pushed into my hair on the back of my head. I nipped at the pebbled bud as my hands trailed down, following the line of hair that ran from his belly button, disappearing beneath his jeans.
I moved to his other nipple, sucking hard as my fingers deftly unfastened his belt, popping his button and then lowering his zipper. Wanting Jasper as turned on as I could get him, I trailed my fingers up and down his abs, getting lower each time, but not touching his cock. His erratic breathing and the way his knuckles turned white as he fisted his hands at his sides showed me I was having the desired effect.
I’d never been a massive talker during sex, usually too lost in the moment or not wanting to annoy the person I was with, but the silence between Jasper and I felt easy—only the sound of panting breaths and quiet moans punctuating the silence.
Dropping to my knees, I tugged on his jeans and underwear, and he lifted his hips to help me. I eased them down his legs, pulling off his trainers and socks and discarding them to the side before I let myself take in the man before me.
I let out a silent gasp when I took in his cock; long, thick, the mushroom-shaped head glistening in precum. The sight of him made my own erection ache to be touched and I couldn’t help but fantasise what he’d feel like buried inside me.
But, no. Not today. Today I was focused on him.
“Put your feet on the sofa,” I said. The cleaners must have been while we were out, so the sofa was no longer a daybed, but it was deep enough that Jasper could lie back a little and still get into the position I wanted him in.
He looked at me like he was confused, so I stood, lifting one leg so the sole of his foot was on the cushion, and then he mirrored my movements with the other leg.
“Open,” I instructed and he let his legs open, showing me the perfect view of his arse while his impressive cock lay proudly against his abs. “Perfect.”
Jasper looked like he was equal measure turned on and terrified, but I wasn’t worried because in a minute, he wouldn’t be thinking about anything but my mouth on him.
Realising I was still fully dressed when I wanted to be anything but, I stood, pulling my shirt off before slowly unfastening my jeans and rolling them down my thighs. Jasper watched wide eyed, his hands spread on his thighs, holding himself open. Pupils blown, eyes hooded, he was practically vibrating as he watched me step out of them, leaving me in just my favourite light blue silk shorts.
“You’re stunning,” he muttered. I wanted to take a bow or make a joke. I was terrible at taking compliments, but Jasper was leaving himself open for me, stepping into his vulnerability, so I didn’t say anything. Instead, I offered him a smile as I dropped to my knees.
“Eyes on me, Professor. I want you to watch me devour you.”
He whimpered, and I lifted his hands from his thighs and replaced them with mine, pushing them a little wider. I heard the expulsion of air as his head fell back against the cushions and then his cry as I rimmed his tight ring of muscle with my tongue, eating someone for the first time, despite it being one of my ultimate fantasies.
JASPER
Fuck,fuck, fuck.
I didn’t know what I expected from tonight, but if being naked in front of Finn was not it, then him burying his head between my thighs and licking my arse came as an absolute surprise.
My back bowed, and my thighs tried to close, but Finn must have known what I’d do as he pinned them open, forcing them a little wider as if to remind me that he was in control. I didn’t know how I felt about the idea that Finn had done this with other men, which was why he was so confident, but the pleasure was so intense that I struggled to think about anything other than his mouth on me.
My cock twitched and throbbed, precum dripping onto my abs at an alarming rate as he rimmed his tongue around my hole. He’d told me to keep my eyes on him, but right now, they were scrunched closed as I tried to control the feelings raging through me. His hands skimmed up my thighs, forcing a loud groan from my lips as he ate my arse.
It should have been embarrassing; it should have felt weird, but for the first time in as long as I could remember, it felt right. I let myself sink into the sensations as his tongue explored and circled my arsehole, and then he pushed with a little more force, the tip of his tongue slipping inside me.
My cries turned into whimpers, the sensation so intense that I could barely breathe. Finn hummed his praise, sending pleasure tingling across my skin.
“So good,” I gasped as my fingers found his hair, pressing him to me as I managed to pry my eyelids open and look down. The sight was something else. Finn was looking up, his emerald eyes dark and locked on me while he speared me with his tongue again and again, creating ripples of intense pleasure. My cock throbbed angrily, the head almost purple, and the vein that ran the length of my shaft pulsed with need. I reached down to touch it, desperate for some friction, some relief, but Finn slapped it away.
“Please,” I whined, sounding as desperate as I felt, pulling a chuckle from Finn’s lips. It felt so wrong and so right—here I was, spread out for a man who was currently on his knees, rimming my arse. Part of me wondered how I’d not known I was gay all these years when this felt as right as it did, but my brain didn’t have the power to unpack that right now, as I was too focused on the sensation.
