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I shake my head. I want him to focus on me. “No, I’m fine. Come here.”
His posture changes at the tone of my voice. I’m not messing about; it’s time to let him know I’m serious. He closes the fridge door and turns to face me. He looks a little nervous, but his eyes are darker, and he scrapes his teeth on his bottom lip. For a moment, when he gets close to me, he hesitates, and I think he is going to drop to his knees. Instead, he stops a pace away from me, his hands behind his back.
“Good boy,” I croon and stroke my hand through his hair. It’s not in its usual style, maybe it’s been left after a shower at the gym. I like how soft it is. “Let’s start again. Right from the time we were alone in your car. I find you incredibly attractive, even before I knew you were in the lifestyle. I want more than just being a Dom and you submitting to me. Don’t get me wrong; I want to see you on your knees. It’s been hard to stay away for all these weeks; you’ve got under my skin. What about you, have I got this all wrong?”
Drake turns his head into my palm as it cups his cheek. “No, you haven’t got it wrong. But like I said, I haven’t had a consensual scene for a long time.”
Anger bubbles up as I digest what he just said: he’s had a scene that was forced. That he was abused. “What the fuck happened?”
“Nope, I’m not going there with you. You said we’re going to start again. I think you’re going to be good for me, Finnegan.”
“Not if you keep calling me that. It’s a sure-fire way to get your arse spanked.” I slap my hands together, and he smiles.
“I’ll remember that.” He leans in a little closer, and I bridge the gap and pull him against me. My hands snake around his waist and down to his arse. He arms wrap around me, but he reaches up my back. We stay still for a moment, then I look into his eyes. The dark brown irises have gold flecks that sparkle with the warmth of a bonfire.
I lean in and kiss him, not the fierce, explosive kiss we had before. No, this is one I want to be full of promise, of pleasure yet to come. He lets me in with a flick of his tongue over the tip of mine. They tangle leisurely as we dip in and out of each other’s mouths. It’s soft, sensual, and so easy; it’s like we’ve done this countless times.
He strokes up and down my back as I grip is arse and pull him so we’re touching from our chests to our knees. His dick is plump, thickening against mine. Thank the god of sweatpants, whoever it is, I’m forever grateful. As I rock my hips, he lets out a low moan. If we weren’t so close, I wouldn’t have heard him. It’s deeply erotic. Sadly, it’s not where we’re going tonight. As much as I want to suck his cock and watch him take me deep in his mouth, I’m not rushing into anything. At least I’m trying to behave and do the right thing, because right now, Drake is sliding his hands under the waistband of my sweats. His large hands grab my arse firmly, increasing the pressure of our dicks against each other.
He pulls back and does everything I want but shouldn’t allow. He sinks to his knees and takes my sweats and briefs with him. My dick springs free, almost slapping him in the face, but he dodges it with a little chuckle. “Well, hello, big boy,” he says to my dick.
“Drake, should we be doing this?”
“Absolutely.” He looks up at me through his thick black lashes and opens his mouth. As soon as his lips wrap around the head of my cock, I groan. I love blowjobs. I love giving them and having them done to me. I get the feeling he’s going to blow away any and all I’ve had before.
My fingers are back in his hair as he takes me deep into his mouth, the flat of his tongue laving at the underside as he sucks. Before I know it, I’m in his throat, and he swallows around the head. I hold him there, his nose to my barely-there pubes for just a second, then release him. He draws back, but the gleam in his eyes tells me he likes that. I look forward to the discussion of likes and dislikes, soft and hard limits. For now, I let him do exactly what he wants.
“Good boy,” I tell him when he swallows me again. He does have a very talented mouth, and sooner than I expected, I feel my balls tighten, and the tingling in my spine grows. I’m going to come, and we haven’t discussed health statuses. “I’m going to come.” My voice is hoarse as I try to pull out.
All he does is grip my thighs harder and slide up and down my length, the suction never faltering. I can’t stop what’s about to happen, even if I wanted to; he just feels too good. I know I’m doing everything I can to hold back, to not embarrass myself so quickly, but it’s too late. My balls draw up high and tight, and like a detonator going off, my cum fires out of my balls and through my cock. I pour into his mouth and throat as he swallows, humming as he does. My knees are shaking by the time he’s finished sucking and cleaning my dick with licks and slurps.
He looks up at me and smiles.
Finn pulls me to my feet and does what can only be called an attack on my mouth. It’s brutal and demanding and hot as hell. I suck on his tongue, and he groans and clutches my hips; I won’t be surprised if he leaves bruises. The kiss ends with a sharp nip to my bottom lip.
“You are fucking amazing,” he murmurs, still close enough to feel his breath on my lips. “Thatwas amazing.” He presses another, more chaste kiss on my lips.
“What happens now?” I ask. I don’t just mean this minute; I want to know what he wants from me. I can envision us at Bound, me strapped to the huge oak cross in the middle of one of the stages. Christ, I can almost feel the sting of a heavy flogger as it flays over my skin.
“Jesus, Drake. What are you thinking? Because your dick is hard and throbbing against mine.” Finn’s hands move from my hip to the front of my sweats, cupping my dick and squeezing it hard. “Tell me, and I’ll let you come.”
Dare I tell him? We haven’t discussed any likes and dislikes. I want to come though. When I lift my downcast eyes to look at him, there’s fire in his green eyes. There’s no way he’ll be disappointed with anything I say. “There’s a demo stage at my club that has an oak St Andrew’s cross. I was thinking about being stretched out as you use a heavy flogger on me. People are watching as you work me over. I’ve got a cage on my dick, but I’mstill dripping precum. I’m begging you to fuck me, but you hold off until I come.”
I watch his eyes darken, laden with lust. He licks his lips and keeps them parted. “You like all that, being watched, the cage, the flogger? You like pain?”
I nod. My mouth has gone dry, my throat like sandpaper. “Yes,” I croak.
“God, we’re going to have so much fun.” He looks around. “Go sit down.”
I take a seat on the sofa but keep my eyes on him. He’s tucked his dick away and saunters after me—even in a few steps, he manages to swagger. He drops to his knees between my legs and runs his hands up my thighs and onto my waistband.
“Get your dick out.”
I don’t hesitate and whip my dick out as fast as I can. It stands upright away from my body, the head dark and ready as it pushes past my foreskin. I know it’s big, but it’s not scary big. I’ve never had any complaints. Rafe loved me fucking him. I push that memory back in its cage where it belongs.
“That’s a nice-looking dick,” he says, then reaches out to stroke it; my eyes roll back at the perfect pressure. “Just beautiful, all I want you to do is feel. Let go, Drake.”
He keeps the pace as he fists my cock, twisting at the head as he reaches the crown. It feels like there’s nothing I need to think about. No stress, no planning for the future. All I have to do is let go to the sound of Finn’s voice as he talks dirty to me. The ache in my balls turns to sparks as they draw up tight. As my head drops to the back of the sofa, I arch up and let go. My cum pours from my dick, and I look down to see Finn’s fist covered in it. He keeps on stroking, but my dick is super sensitive, bordering on too painful. He doesn’t stop. He keeps up the praise, the pressure, that little fucking twist, squeezing a little tighter on the upstroke. My balls draw up again, and beforeI can even work out how he’s doing this, I’m coming again. My jizz leaks, pulsing as it pours from my slit. I don’t think I’ve ever come twice as quickly as that before. He’s right when he says we’re going to be perfect together.
