by Jenny Wood
“This looks amazing,” I tell him, the man is always feeding me. “I still need to take you out, one of these days. You’re always feeding me.”
“I don’t mind it. I like taking care of ya.” He winked and continued dishing out our food. An adequate proportion for me this time, instead of the Hungry Man, size portion he dished out the last time.
I liked the sound of him taking care of me. Not in a, me being helpless kind of way, but in the way, a boyfriend would look after his partner. I’d like to help take care of them too. Little things that mean big things.
Dinner was met with flirty banter and hilarious stories of the shenanigan’s that took place in his shop on a daily basis. I had to admit it bummed me out a little bit that I didn’t really know the guys he worked with and because of my past with them, I probably never would. They all seemed like a great bunch, to know.
After cleaning up our dinner dishes and putting the leftovers away. We headed to the living room and got comfy on the couch, together. Finn didn’t turn on the TV, but he did turn on some music in the background, and it was a nice little setting to sit and talk. Finn sat super close, and there wasn’t a time, all evening, where his hands didn’t find their way to me at regular intervals.
“Thank you again, for dinner.” I smiled at him, feeling him playing with my fingers that were entwined with his.
“You’re very welcome, thank you for coming for dinner.” He rebutted.
“I like spending time with you. You’re pretty good company, Mr. Finnley.” I quipped, earning a chuckle.
“You’re not so bad yourself.” He looked over at me, at slid his finger down my cheek, focusing on my dimple. “You have the cutest dimple and the most amazing eyes I’ve ever seen. You’re mighty fun to look at, I’ll say.” He teased me, still caressing my face. He was always saying things like that, knocking the wind from my chest and leaving me completely at a loss of what to say. The man was good with his words, that was for sure.
“You say the sweetest things,” I turn my face and kiss his fingers. “I can’t believe that me coming back to town, brought me straight to you. Is it weird that things feel so… I dunno, good, I guess, with you? Like, not that we’ve just met or that this dating thing is new. It feels like I was supposed to know you. Does it feel like that to you?” I ramble, trying to put my feelings into words. While it’s true, he’s gorgeous and sweet and fun to be around. There’s just something about him that feels so familiar, or so natural with him. His eyes flare with seriousness at my words, and for a second, I thought I messed up. Too much too soon; talking about the seriousness of a relationship on the third date, who does that?
Finn didn’t seem to mind. He reached up to cup my face in his giant hand again and slowly brought our lips together in a soul-searing kiss. The way his tongue slid around mine, taking his time in tasting me; it was the sweetest most agonizing, slow burning kiss. I felt moved in a way that I’d never felt before, and it was like something clicked between us, emotionally.
That sounded ridiculous. It was only a kiss. But it was the best damn kiss I’d ever experienced in my life. My fingers at home in his beard, I let him guide me; feeling his warm hands frame my face with such gentleness, I couldn’t help the groan of pure delight at the feeling of him encompassing me.
“Now who says the sweetest things?” He whispered against my lips. The deep timbre of his voice went straight to my groin, and I felt myself growing rapidly inside my jeans. I tried to squirm around the uncomfortable squeeze, and Finn seemed to notice, immediately. His arms came around me and lifted me onto his lap; my legs are straddling his waist, where his hands went to rest.
“Better?” He asked, biting that sexy as hell bottom lip of his.
“The best,” I replied, leaning over his body and devouring his mouth with purpose. Never in my life had I felt like I was so close to losing whatever hold I had on my almost non-existent control. I didn’t come over here for this per se, but I was sure as hell hoping it was moving in this direction.
“You know,” He mumbled in between my sucking and biting on his lips and tongue, “Just because we’re alone here tonight doesn’t mean we have to do this right now.” He says, and I freeze. Did he not want to do this right now?
“What?” I ask, breathlessly.
“I mean,” He makes an involuntary thrust up into me as my fingers curl into his beard and give it a little pull, unintentionally. “Fuck, baby. Hang on a second.” He stills me on the most delicious sounding groan. “I mean that I like where this is going. A lot. But it doesn’t have to happen right now. We’re new; I want to make sure we do this in a way that doesn’t fuck up what we got, ya know?” He explained. Man, if that didn’t make me fall in love with the sensitive, sincerely sounding man. I don’t know what would.
“Okay, well… what if we just really want it to happen right now, anyway?” I ask, batting my eyes in my most innocent seeming way. I wasn’t going to lie. I wanted him bad.
“Well, you know. I wouldn’t object.” He shrugged, smiling at me.
“Isn’t that what you were just doing? Objecting?” I tease, swiping my tongue up over his lips in a quick lick.
“I just want to make sure you’re ready. I don’t want you to regret anything when it comes to me or us. I want so much with you, and I know that things are uncertain for you right now, with life in general. I don’t want to be an uncertainty. I want to make sure that you know what this is and I want it to mean to you what it means to me. Does that make sense?” He asks in a moment of seriousness. I could only nod. Nothing seemed uncertain when it comes to him. I had to tell him that.
“Of everything that is uncertain with me right now, you and Lennon are the one thing I’ve been absolutely certain about,” I promise.
“Yeah? My girl too?” He looked so hopeful with that question. As if anyone wouldn’t fall for that little girl.
“Especially her.” I winked, lightening the mood but 100% serious.
“Okay.” He whispered, swallowing hard and darting his eyes from my eyes to my lips and back, several times. I took pity on him and brought his lips back to mine. With all that serious talk out of the way, I was happy where we both stood and I really, really wanted to keep this perfect night, being more perfect.
Finn
I wasn’t prepared for the man in my lap to fall into my life; but right at this moment, I’d never been happier about something so unexpected. The things he said to me were the exact way I was feeling, and I couldn’t believe I’d gotten so lucky.
Clasping the thighs that were straddling my waist, I ground myself up into him. The little whimpers and gasps he was letting go, each time he rubbed against my hardness, had me so close to throwing him down and mauling him. His fingers in my facial hair seemed to be one of his favorite places to touch me, and each time he tugged, even just lightly, it sent a shock wave, straight to my cock.
His body felt so good under my hands, he arched into me, every time they splayed across his back. Dying to ease some of the ache between us, I stood up with him still in my arms, and his legs went around me immediately. His hands never left my beard, and he shoved closer, still. With one hand supporting the soft, roundness of his ass and one wrapped around his back, I carried him down the narrow hallway to my room.
Without losing my hold, I dropped us both onto my mattress as he continued to lick and suck his way around my mouth. The man was fantastic with his tongue, of that I was positive. Backing up off of him, I sat back on my haunches and grabbed my shirt from my back and pulled it up over my head, throwing it and not giving a shit where it landed. Jay looked so good under me, panting for breath with his shiny, kiss-swollen, pink lips. His eyes looked bright and wild. He shifted only slightly to tug his own shirt up over his chest, and over his head, while my hands went to the clasp of his jeans and heaved. It was all a flurry of hands and clothes going everywhere, and when I stood up to drop my jeans to the floor, Jay was gloriously naked, splayed across my sheets, watching me lik
e I was the most amazing thing he’d ever seen.
“Holy shit.” My internal thought came pouring out of my mouth. I crawled back over his body, and he wrapped me up without thought. “Nothing looks sexier than you naked in my bed,” I tell him, running my hands over his face, gazing deep into those white looking eyes that I love so fucking much.
“Nothing looks sexier than you naked, period. I love all this.” He tells me, raking his fingers through my body hair. I don’t have massive amounts, and I’m not covered head to toe, but I have a nice layer from chest to belly that I trim up when it gets too much. Jay doesn’t care though; he seems slightly obsessed with it.
I take his mouth with mine again, enjoying all the ways his body squirms and shakes underneath me. I love the feel of his hands pulling me closer and the needy sounds that are coming from deep inside his chest. Nipping at his lips and jaw, I work my way down his smooth chest, paying extra attention to every place that causes that surprised gasp. Tracing my tongue around his navel, I let him feel my hot breath against his skin.
“Please,” He whispers, though I don’t think I was meant to hear it. I want to hear it louder, chanted in my ear as he begs for me.
“What you want, baby?” I ask him, raised just above his angry looking, dripping cock that keeps jerking closer and closer to my lips.
“Touch me.” He whimpers, his face etched in the sweetest agony.
“I am touching you,” I tell him, squeezing his hips in confirmation, where I have held tightly to the bed so he can’t move. I watch him take a deep, calming breath and I feel his body tremble with unrestrained desire.
“Please touch me, Finn. I need you to touch me.” He begs so prettily. I keep my eyes on him as I lower my head and envelop his pulsing cock with my lips. I trace his hole with my tongue and get a burst of his arousal, coating my mouth. The groan of surprised ecstasy is one I’ll hear in my sleep for years, I fear. It’s so carnal and rugged; he seemed surprised by it.
“Finn.” He says in warning, and I can feel him pulsing already. “ I don’t want to come yet. I want you inside me.”
Sinking my head lower, I take him to the hilt into the back of my throat and swallow around him. He screams in surprise, and his hands find my head to stop me. His body is jerking like he’s being electrocuted and I think at any second; he’s going to shoot his load down my throat. His near constant whining for me is making me frantic to get inside him. I have no problem letting him come for me now and taking my time working him back up to take me. Unfortunately, I need to breathe, so as I slide my mouth, slowly up his shaft, he opens his legs to accommodate my much bigger body. I trail my tongue town his sac and around take a minute to appreciate the soft, pink, hairless hole that’s just begging for my mouth’s attention.
I make my hold impossibly tight as I snake my tongue lower to reach the pretty pinkness and the cry he emits, tells me he’s not uncomfortable with me here. Some guys don’t like it, I am one of them, but I could feast on him for hours. The way he writhes for me and cries out my name has me quickly losing control. I use my fingers along with my tongue and prod him as I search for that delicious spot that’ll drive him wild. I know immediately when I find it because his whole body comes up off the bed as he groans so loudly and hugs my head to him. I swallow his cock with my fingers still deep inside him and without warning, he shoots ropes and ropes of his salty, sweet come down my throat.
“Oh my g- you have to stop” He gasps, body jumping and jerking under me. I crawl up his body and frame his face with my hands, enjoying the dream-like daze in his beautiful eyes. He studies me like he’s never seen me before and I don’t recognize the emotion the swims across his features before he’s grabbing my face and kissing me like a man possessed. He puts pressure on my shoulders in hopes that I’ll back up; I do, and he follows me down to where my back is against the headboard and he’s straddling me, much like our original position. He writhes on me, rubbing my impossibly hard cock around his ass.
“Please tell me you have stuff?” He asks, sucking hard on the side of my neck, marking me with his teeth in agonized bliss.
“Table,” I barely groan out. I had condoms and lube in the bedside table. He’s gone, only but a second before he latches onto ear and I hear the snick of the lube cap. It’s cold as he leans it against my hip and sits up to rip the condom with his teeth. He expertly covers my shaft and I feel him grab the lube; though I can’t keep track of everything he’s doing because the delicious torture is much too distracting. I feel him reach behind himself and my hand joins in his quest to open himself up for me. He’s slick with my spit and now the help of some lube and before I can take a minute to compose myself, he’s already sat up and sliding down my cock with agonizing slowness.
“Fuck, baby.” I groan, wrapping my arms around his body and holding him to me. My head falls to his chest and he frames my face with his arms, his fingers in my hair.
“You feel so good, Finn.” He whispers into my hair. Slowly, slowly killing me.
“You do too, Jay. So good.” I groan as he sits completely and pauses. He takes a minute to breathe, his cock impossibly hard against my stomach. He wiggles just slightly, thrusting his cock into the hair on my stomach as he grinds down on my lap.
“You ready for me to move?” He smirks when I catch his eyes. I can only nod, I’m afraid of what will come out if I open my mouth. We’re holding each other so tightly, I don’t see how he can go far, but he does. He slides up and back down with a smoothness that I wasn’t ready for, causing us both to moan into each other’s open mouths. It’s erotic and intimate and I’ve never wanted or needed someone so much in my life.
Setting a good rhythm, Jay rocks his hips and swivels on every thrust. The man is an expert, as far as I’m concerned, nothing has ever felt so good. I tell him as much, earning a sweet kiss for my words. Within minutes, he’s bouncing up and slamming down so hard, it’s all I can do to hold onto his hips, begging him to keep going.
“Fuck me, Jay. Fuck me harder, baby.” I growl against his lips, setting him off at a feverish pace.
“You’re gonna make me come.” He whimpers, tucking his face into my neck with his hands, clasping my face. His hands haven’t left my face or my beard since he sat on my cock.
“Shit,” I cursed, “ I can’t wait to feel you squeeze me, Jay. Come on my cock, baby. Do it. Let me feel it.”
“Finn!” He jerks when I flatten my hand on his cock, pressing it into my body. He seemed to love my hair so much, I could imagine how it felt on the sensitive tip of his cock, rubbing back and forth and he fucks himself down on me.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me.” I squeeze his cock only once as he jerks in my hold, and I feel the warmth of his seed, spilling between us.
“Ah, Finn.” He pants, no longer bouncing, but grinding hard on my dick, still squeezing me when his body spasms.
“Gonna come,” I murmur, giving him purpose as it would seem. He tilted my head and slid his tongue in my mouth, and that was all I needed. His body, his smell, and his taste, taking over my body. I shot inside with a fierceness I’d never known I possessed. I growled through my release, squeezing him painfully to me.
We stayed that way for long minutes, trying to calm ourselves and catch our breath. His fingers combing through my hair, my cheek to his chest, while my hands rubbed up and down his back soothingly. Amazing sex withstanding, I don’t know what I’d do when it was time for him to leave. I was all ready to wrap my life around his and never let him go. After he lost his dad, he had the option of going back to Michigan and picking up his old life where he left it, or he could stay here and be mine. If I had a choice, I’d keep him for myself. I’d move his fucking, hippie grandma to town and I’d infuse their lives with mine and Lennon’s so hard, they could leave us, ever.
I didn’t want to think of that now; I wanted to bask in the afterglow of this amazing man in my lap. Before we got stuck together, by sweat and came; Jay reached behind himself and held the condo
m in place as he slid off of me. I hated it, immediately. I wanted his warmth back, not only around my cock, but around my body. I felt cold now that he was gone. I didn’t say anything as I got up and went to the bathroom to get a rag to clean us up and he was looking troubled by the time I came back.
I sat on the bed beside him and wiped his chest and stomach before every place that had evidence of us together. I opened the sheets and slid in, watching him wordlessly slide under them with me. He was too far away, so I reached for him; and watched the relief sag his shoulders and his close his eyes.
“Thank you for that.” He whispered in the darkening room. It should be thanking him for that. I have no words, though.
Cuddling him to my chest as his hands, once again find themselves combing through my beard, we lay in the quiet and just enjoy each other. I have a million thoughts flying through my mind, and none of them seem like the right thing to say in this moment.
“You made that amazing.” He looks up at me, and I can name the emotion in his eyes, this time because I suspect it’s what’s mirroring my own. “Nobody’s ever done that for me. None of it, from start to finish. You made it mean something.” He shook his head against me, “you made it everything.” He finishes. I can’t handle it; it’s too much. I clasp my hand to the back of his neck and pull him to me, ending his words with my kiss.
I’m in love with Douglas Jay Perry.
I hear knocking on my door, and my body jolts awake. Fuck, we must’ve fallen asleep. Jay is tucked into my side, head on my chest, fast asleep. I hear my phone chime with a notification, and I grab it before they call and wake Jay.
Kingsley: Are we interrupting sexy time?
Fuck, Kingsley’s here too. I had assumed Morgan would be dropping her off, but of course, they’d be together.
Me: 2 seconds
I type back and quiet my phone. I extricate myself from my sleeping man and find my sleep pants and a t-shirt, so I can at least be presentable when I answer the door to my girl. Thankfully, I’d thought to lock it, or I know Kingsley would’ve busted in, making a scene. It’s his way.