Page 6 of Where I Escape

I tap a pen against my lip while I think. I wonder if Finn would be interested in playing with any of my toys. I’ve seen enough porn to know men can get off using a vibrator pressed to their dick. And they like it. No, I don’t have any cock rings, prostate massagers, or sleeves. I could get them, though, if he wanted me to.

Finn groans. “Are you trying to kill me, Blair?”

I focus on him again and realize I’m swirling my tongue around the capped pen. “Sorry.” Finn doesn’t look sorry, though. He’s gripping himself through his shorts. God, what I wouldn’t give to watch him take his dick out and pleasure himself.

“Like something you see?” Fuck, he’s cocky right now.

“I don’t think you want to know what’s running through my mind.”

“I think I do.”

“I write romance, Finn. Some of it is exceptionally dirty.”

“Tell me what you want, baby.” That’s the second time he’s called me baby. Hearing it floods my body, reaching my core, making me want him more.

“Fuck,” I moan and reach down to touch myself briefly. When did my office become the stage for porn?

“Damn, you’re hot,” he says in a gravely voice. If I weren't so turned on, I'd be embarrassed, but desire is winning right now.

I don’t move my hand but press it firmer against my mound as I watch Finn stroke himself through his shorts. How did we get here? Oh, I know. We both confessed we have feelings for one another, and now we're touching ourselves instead of talking or fucking.

Finn’s eyes hold mine as he pops the button of his shorts and lowers his zipper. “Is this okay?” He’d stop if I asked him to. I know that for certain. And that gives me the strength to tell him to keep going. I nod.

Finn reaches inside his shorts, inside his grey boxer briefs, and pulls his dick free. He’s long, thick, and hard.

He tugs on himself a few times before running his thumb along the tip to collect the precum that’s built up. “This is because of you, Blair. You do this to me.”

I moan again and decide to throw caution to the wind and slip my hand inside my shorts. They’re cotton with an elastic waistband, so it’s easily done. I glide my fingers along myself and find how wet I am.

Finn jerks himself, adding a twist of his wrist every now and then. It’s the single most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. His eyes are hooded, his lips parted. "God, baby. I wish this were your hand on me. Fuck, I want you so bad." I could get up and go to him. We could pleasure each other. However, I don’t want the moment we have to end.

My body tenses as my orgasm builds. If there’s one thing I know, it’s how to get myself off fast. I’m close to the edge. My breathing picks up; my chest rises and falls quickly.

“Come for me, Blair. Let me see how much I affect you.”

That’s all I need to send myself flying. I cry out as I quicken my pace and rub myself until I can’t take it anymore. The moment I come back to earth, I find Finn jerking himself faster. His shirt is lifted up to his neck, his glorious, rock hard abs on display. Two more pulls and he’s coming hard onto his stomach and chest as my name leaves his lips. Fuck, this is hot. I’m going to play this scene over and over in my mind every time I’m horny and alone.

Finn swipes the remaining come from his dick then tucks himself back in. Reaching forward, he grabs a few tissues from my desk to clean himself up and tosses them into the garbage.

With his shirt lowered and his shorts buttoned up, he leans forward as I pull my hand from my shorts. With gentle fingers, he reaches across the desk to take my hand in his and brings my still wet fingers to his mouth. He sucks them hard, causing another jolt of lust to rush through me.

“So fucking sweet, Blair. All for me.”

“Do you read romance books when I’m not around?” I ask.

He chuckles as he releases me. “No.”

“Because you’re seriously book boyfriend material right now. I couldn’t have written a better scene.”

He ignores my statement and regards me with concern. “Was that okay with you? It didn’t cause you any pain, right?” He’s talking about emotionally. Nothing I did hurt me physically.

“No, I’m fine. Honest.”

“We don’t ever have to do more than that.”

“I want to, Finn. If anything, that showed me I’m ready for more. Only if you are.” I’m grateful nothing about what we did triggered a panic attack.

“I am.” He nods in response.