Just as I was about to get lost in the feeling, Finn lifted his head.
“I need you in the bed, Professor.”
Finn stood, holding out his hand, and I took it, letting him lead me on unsteady legs to the large bed. I stood in front of it, suddenly nervous about what was about to happen. Finn stepped in behind me.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want. We can take it slowly.” I nodded, unable to speak. “Now, get on your hands and knees, and let me introduce you to your P-spot.”
TWENTY-ONE
JASPER
I hadno real clue what Finn was talking about, but right now I was so on the edge, I would have done anything he asked me, which was why I had no problems moving to my hands and knees. My body shook, my heart pounding as he moved around behind me, my excitement peeking when the bed dipped and he placed his hand on my lower back, pushing slightly so that I lowered my chest and raised my arse.
“God, it’s like you can read my mind, Professor. You’re doing so well.”
His praise made my chest puff out and my eyes fluttered closed. I jumped, letting out a cry when a cold liquid landed between my cheeks, followed by Finn’s finger. He circled my hole, but because of what he’d done with his tongue, the slight pressure he applied had him slipping inside me.
I buried my face into the sheets, fisting them with my hands as a burn spread through me, but it was soon replaced with an aching need for more.
“Relax,” he cooed, pushing in a little deeper.
My garbled, muffled noises made no sense, but he seemed to understand my desperation as he pushed in further, and then, when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he pulled out a little before pushing back in.
“Finn,” I cried, and I was rewarded by his mouth on my shoulder as he pumped his finger in and out, and just as my body started to acclimatise to the intrusion, he added another finger.
“You’re doing so well,” he whispered, his free hand running through my hair and down my spine, sending tingles across my skin.
My body relaxed as he continued to fuck me with his fingers, the sensations overloading my brain, making me only care about chasing the feelings igniting inside me. Ones that felt like they’d been dormant since the ice age and were only just beginning to thaw; ones that felt like, once they were reawakened, they would refuse to be left alone or ignored ever again.
He pushed in with more force, my back arching and then he brushed against something inside me that set off an explosion of pleasure, making my toes curl and an inhumane sound tear from my chest as I clenched my arse around him.
“That’s it,” he said, his lips trailing down my shoulder.
My cock slapped against my stomach each time he thrust, my cock begging for something… someone to touch it.
“I need you to touch my cock. Please,” I begged.
Finn groaned, as if my arousal was turning him on. “So needy, Professor. I like watching you come undone.” He wrapped his hand around my shaft. The feel of his hand on me had my orgasm rearing up so violently that my eyes rolled back in my head as his fingers drove inside me, hitting that sensitive spot.
“So good. Please, don’t stop. God, please don’t stop,” I managed, every word feeling too hard to form in my mouth, my neurons all focused on how good all this felt.
Finn pushed up closer behind me, his cock rubbing against my cheeks as he rutted against me, his breathless pants synced with his movements. His grip around my shaft tightened as he pumped his hand up and down and I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what those long fingers looked like fucking my arse. Heat curled through my body, my back arching, bearing down, trying to take him deeper, chasing more.
“So perfect,” Finn muttered as his lips found my neck, and the extra stimulation was too much. My balls tightened, pulling up as my breath stuttered and pleasure exploded, feeling like he’d flicked a switch inside me, detonating the things I was feeling, magnifying them until wave after wave hit me, drowning me completely as cum jerked from my cock covering Finn’s hand and the sheets.
I’d read about powerful orgasms before, but I never imagined it could feel like this. Fireworks, stars, explosions; I couldn’t put it into words, but the pleasure ripped through my body, awakening every cell.
Finn eased his fingers out of me, and I fell to the bed, my chest heaving as I tried to slow my heart rate before I had a heart attack. It only took a second for my attention to turn to Finn, realising that I had been thinking about my own pleasure and not his. He looked so dishevelled and sexy, his cheeks pink, sweat covering his chest, his hair messy, and his eyes dark. His cock was free from his underwear, hard and engorged. Despite how sated I felt, I wanted to make him come.
“Can I?” I pointed at his erection, my words breathy and low. “I don’t know what I’m doing, but I want to taste you.”
Finn’s lips curled into a soft smile. “Where do you want me?”
I didn’t speak, instead, climbing off the bed on unsteady legs, wincing slightly, my arse sore from where he’d been inside me and my cock twitched back to life at the thought of having other parts of him inside me, but I didn’t think I was ready for that.
I turned to face the bed and lowered myself to my knees, Finn groaning in reply, so I guessed my move was one he approved of.
I dropped my head and looked up at Finn, who was repositioning himself on the edge of the bed, widening his legs so I could move between them. Nerves swirled in my stomach at the thought of having someone’s cock in my mouth, but also, excitement danced there as well.
