Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
“Uh-huh. You take up yoga, I wanna watch.” Finn yanked at the T-shirt I’d hastily pulled on after my shower, a leftover from a law school reunion. “You all bendy could be sexy as hell.”
“Pretty sure you’re the sexy one.” I joined him in undressing, trading kisses until we were both naked on the bed, him looming over me, legs tangling, hard abs rubbing against mine.
“Damn. Waited all day to get to feel your skin.”
“Me too.” I stroked his biceps. “Watching you carry all those heavy things was a turn-on.”
“Yeah?” Finn did a nifty maneuver where he hooked one of my feet and smoothly rolled us over so I was on top, arranging me to his satisfaction. “You like me throwing things around?”
“Apparently.” I moved against him, deliberately grinding so he could feel exactly how much I liked it.
“Mmmm.” Gripping my ass, he pulled me tighter, our hard cocks dragging past each other. “Tell me what you’re in the mood for. Owe you a thank-you.”
“You don’t owe me anything. I can’t remember last time I saw my mother this happy. It was a great day.” I gave him a swift peck on the mouth. “But if you’re asking…”
“I am.” Finn stretched beneath me, clearly trying to look demure and failing utterly. The guy simply couldn’t be anything other than in charge. “Your wish is my command.”
“I believe you promised to wear me out.” I leaned over the side of the bed to fetch a condom from my pants pocket. I knew from past visits that he had lube in one of the headboard’s drawers. We’d mainly used it for stroking off or grinding, as we always seemed a bit too rushed for fucking. But if I was spending the night, then time was less of an issue. “I wish for that. Wear me out.”
“Mmm. Me too.” Finn gave a lazy smile, exactly how I’d hoped. He reached up to grab the lube from one of the headboard’s many little compartments. After handing it to me, he stuck a pillow behind his head. “But I’m tired. Give me a little show. Wake me back up.”
His mischievous expression looked the opposite of tired, eyes lively and dimples on full display.
“I doubt you’re at risk of dozing off.” I gently poked his ribs. “I think you just like watching.”
“Maybe. If the mirror fits…”
“That was hot.” I shuddered at the memory of the mirror sex. If Finn wanted to watch me, I’d do my best to get over any embarrassment because seeing his joy was more than worth it. I did, however, put my glasses on the headboard. Might be for the best if the room was a little hazy.
Under his intense gaze, I felt far sexier than usual. Worries about being too short or too thin or too bespectacled fled in the face of all that heat in his eyes. Moving so that I straddled his waist, I slicked up my fingers and tentatively reached behind me. Maybe I really did need that yoga practice.
“You’re pretty hot yourself, even without a mirror. Spin.” He made a turning gesture with his hand. “I wanna see everything.”
With a different partner I might have declined going for that level of display, but this was Finn. I trusted him to not judge, and if he said it turned him on, then I trusted that too. I rearranged myself so I was facing his feet. “This better?”
“Oh, hell yes.” Finn groaned low as I reached behind myself again. My slippery fingers found my rim, and I joined him in moaning. He stroked the curve of my ass. “Tell me how it feels.”
“Good.” I gasped as I pushed my index finger inside.
He gave a sexy-sounding chuckle. “You can give me a better description than that, Harry.”
“Tight. It’s…been awhile,” I admitted as I struggled for words. Much as I enjoyed getting fucked, it wasn’t something I did with the average hookup. “But feels good. Forgot how incredible it feels, being stretched.”
Finn opened the lube and applied some to his fingers. Breathing heavily, he stroked his other hand down my spine. “I wanna play too.”
“Yes.” Oh, I liked that idea, and not simply because it would save my shoulder all the twisting. I wanted to feel his big fingers in the worst way. “Be my guest.”
Moving my hand out of the way, I gasped as he circled my rim with a blunt fingertip before pressing in. He went deeper than I had, finding my prostate like he had a homing device for it, pressing and stroking before his finger retreated. I moaned at the loss, but I didn’t have to wait long before he was pushing back in with two.
“Fuck yeah.” He moaned like he was the one getting finger-fucked. “You were right. So fucking good. Tight and hot, and I can’t wait to feel you on my cock.”