pressed into me.
I hadn’t felt like this in what seemed an age, and I wanted more. So much more. If this was only for one night like I’d promised, then I wanted to eke every last moment out of it. “We should—” I was about to say take this upstairs, but the oven timer interrupted me, startling us both.
“Food’s ready,” I said, grimacing.
“It can wait,” Finn grunted, bending down to kiss along my throat while reaching behind him to turn off the oven.
Thank fuck, because I’d never fancied dinner less.
Taking my hand, Finn led me out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I really hoped Angus wasn’t on Finn’s bed, I didn’t need to see his judgemental face right now.
We were silent as we climbed the stairs, and for a split second, I wondered if this was a good idea. Have I pushed him into this?
But then he tugged me through his bedroom door and pushed me up against the wall, and any remaining doubts disappeared under the weight of his kiss.
Breathless, I pushed him back enough to pull his T-shirt over his head. His wide shoulders were a thing of beauty, and I ran my hands along them. Golf certainly brought out the muscles in him.
“You too,” he murmured, urging my arms up so he could undress me.
I wasn’t in anywhere near as good a shape as Finn, but I was okay with that, and Finn seemed to like what he saw, judging by the way his gaze lingered. “Jeans,” I muttered, voice hoarse.
He traced a finger along the waistband of mine, eliciting a shiver, then popped the button undone.
I laughed. “I meant yours.”
“I know.” He smirked as he slowly undid the zip, then slipped a hand inside to palm my cock.
“Fuck.” I sucked in a breath, pushing into his hand as he stroked me way too slowly. “Tease.”
“If this is all we get . . .” He dropped to his knees and looked up at me. “Then I’m going to take my time.” Hooking his fingers into my underwear, he pulled them and my jeans down to my ankles.
Jesus.
With one hand wrapped around the base of my cock, he licked a stripe up the underside, drawing the head into his mouth.
“Just the tip?” I grinned as he laughed, but it turned into a low moan when he took me all the way into his throat.
My head fell back against the wall, and I bit my lip as Finn sucked my cock like his life depended on it. I held off from thrusting into his mouth, barely, but I slid my hands into his hair, gripping the soft strands and hanging on as pleasure coursed through me. “Stop.” I tugged until he let go of me and sat back on his heels, wiping his mouth. “You’re too good at that.”
He smirked as he stood. “It’s been a while; wanted to check I hadn’t lost my touch.”
“No fear of that.” I fisted my painfully hard cock, secretly pleased by what he’d said. It’d been a while for me too, I just hoped I didn’t embarrass myself.
Finn was fucking hot, though.
He stood in front of me and slowly peeled off his jeans then underwear, so confident in his own body. I kicked off mine from where they sat around my ankles and licked my lips. I didn’t know where to touch him first.
But I knew I wanted him lying down.
“Get on the bed.” I walked towards him, putting my hands on his shoulders to guide him backwards.
He raised both eyebrows. “I didn’t know you were so bossy.” But he walked until his knees hit the edge of the bed, then settled himself in the middle of it, resting on his elbows.
I crawled on after him, running my hand over his smooth thighs as I straddled him.
His cock lay hard between us, and I wrapped my fingers around it, loving the feel of it in my hand. “What do you want?”
Precome beaded at the head of his cock, and I didn’t wait for him to answer, shifting back a little and bending down to take him in my mouth.
He sucked in a breath, then grit out, “That’ll do . . . for starters.”
I hummed in agreement, making him groan, the sound urging me to take him deeper. I pulled off and did it again and again until I felt Finn’s hand in my hair, tugging hard.
“Gonna come if you don’t stop.”
As tempted as I was to keep going, I sat up