I moved my cock and balls out of the way.
His gaze softened. “You really are stunning.”
I didn’t spend a lot of time before the mirror admiring myself. My mom had taught me about vanity. I also understood I had more options in the bedding-men department because of my looks.Is he here just because I’m a pretty face?Oof.Nope, he’s here because he thinks I have information.
“Finn?”
“Yeah?” I blinked.
“You with me?”
“Oh hell, yes.”
He nodded. Then he circled my hole with his fingers at a glacial pace.
As much as I wanted to beg him to go faster, I understood we were now on his schedule and we’d go as fast—or as slow—as he wanted. No speeding him up. That was for certain.
Slowly, he slid one finger inside.
And held my gaze.
I continued to grin. “You want me to tell you that feels good? Hell, yes. Will it feel better with your cock inside me? Hell yes to that as well.”
“That’s fair.” He added a second finger.
I reveled in the sensation. Even just such a simple act had a profound impact. Possibly because I hadn’t been with another guy in the three months since he’d snuck out of my bed.
Which I was sonotgoing to admit to him. Because he might feel obliged to share where he’d been. Who he’d been with. I had no doubt the charismatic reporter hadn’t spent all those nights alone.
He angled his wrist and brushed my prostate.
My cock, which had been getting more interested by the minute, now filled completely.
A drop of precum leaked.
He leaned forward to lick it up. Then he swirled his tongue around my crown.
I grasped the sheets in my hands. “Keep that up and I might just combust on the spot.”
He pulled back. “Well, we certainly can’t have that.” He slid his fingers from inside me, wiped them, and snagged a condom wrapper.
I breathed faster, watching the dexterous movements of his hands as he ripped the packet and unrolled the condom down his length. More lube slathered on himself and he was moving into position above me. “Yeah?”
I pulled my lower lip through my teeth. “Hell fucking yes.”
“As you wish.”
“Ulysses?”
“Yes?”
“Don’t go easy on me. I want to feel this for the entire weekend.”
“You not working?”
“Even if I were, it wouldn’t matter. I don’t want to walk straight.”
That appeared to give him pause as he frowned.
