Finn’s breath hitched. That cock. His cock.
Maurice glanced up, caught his eye, and winked as if he knew exactly what he was doing.
Finn couldn’t help but grin, wide and a little wrecked already. He was so not ready. And he absolutely couldn’t wait.
“Move to your side,” Maurice ordered.
Finn gladly obeyed, waiting ever so patiently for that huge, gorgeous cock to fill him. It was the way Maurice had seized him, making him complete with all his love, protection, and entitlement. He craved belonging to Maurice in every conceivable way. So much that he wanted to yield to him.
Maurice knelt facing him, grabbed Finn’s cock, and stroked it until it pulsated. Before it could explode, Mauricestopped, instead squeezing Finn’s nipples, which shot a new pleasure-pain through him and ignited his desire.
“I’m going to fuck you hard and make you take all of me. Are you ready for that?”
“Awe… yes.”
Maurice moved behind Finn and wrapped an arm around Finn’s waist. With his other hand, he aimed for his target and shoved his cock inside. The burn melted Finn’s insides, and his ass throbbed as Maurice slammed in and out, nudging his magical gland. His cock oozed with precum. Finn bucked his cock, needing more friction. Maurice immediately saw to his need by grabbing his cock in his hand and stroking it to the same rhythm of his own cock thumping inside him. The sound of their skin clashing turned Finn on even more.
“Damn, Finn! You’re so hot, even hotter than when you’re dancing, swaying your sexy ass.”
“So, you think I’m a hot dancer?”
“Mmm.” Maurice pumped him harder and faster. “I watched you tonight. I’d say I’m obsessed with you, your body, and your dancing.”
Finn couldn’t form any more words; only faint whimpers left his lips. He was nearing exploding when Maurice released inside the condom. The warmth of his cum ignited Finn into shooting, spurt after spurt.
“Shit! You fucked me so good I think I came harder than I ever did.” Finn collapsed face down on the sheets, panting and still feeling the aftershocks of his orgasm with Maurice resting alongside him. Maurice turned his head and kissed him hard on the lips. His tongue entered Finn’s mouth, their kiss completing their intense moments together as one.
“You’re perfect for me, boy.” Maurice pulled away from Finn’s lips. Sweat dripped from his hair down his face, his beautiful, bearded face.
“No one has ever said I was perfect.” Finn pushed his hair away from his eyes.
Chapter Twenty-One
Maurice
In the morning, Finnslipped out of the tiny bed with a soft kiss to Maurice’s shoulder. “I’ll go shower and change,” he whispered, voice still thick with sleep.
Maurice watched him go, the cabin door clicking shut behind him. The space immediately became too quiet, too empty. He dragged himself into the bathroom, showered, dressed, and tried not to grin like an idiot at the thought ofhaving breakfast in Utah with Finn. The idea alone made his chest feel warm.
His phone buzzed on the desk.
David:Are you alone?
Maurice:Yes, come over and we’ll talk.
Maurice opened the door a minute later, letting David slip inside. David looked rumpled, hair sticking up as if he’d been running his hands through it all morning.
“You look like hell,” Maurice said.
David snorted. “You should see Theo. Kid’s a mess. Cute, but a mess.”
Maurice leaned against the desk, arms crossed. “You like him.”
David hesitated, just long enough to confirm it. “Yeah,” he admitted. “I do. More than I expected to.”
Maurice nodded. “I get it. Finn… he’s gotten under my skin.”
David sank onto the edge of the bed. “Theo’s the same. Sweet. Nervous. And he’s got this way of looking at me like I’m supposed to know what I’m doing.”
