Finn's Fantasy (Maine Men #1) - K.C. Wells Page 0,63

little. “I like what I see.”

He grabbed Finn and lifted him, setting him on the bed and lying beside him. Joel leaned over him and they kissed, their hands employed in a ballet as they moved over flesh, stroking, teasing, caressing… Joel found the courage to reach lower, his fingertips brushing over the metal button on Finn’s waistband. “Can I?”

Finn’s breathing quickened. “Let me.” He popped the button free, and Joel eased the zipper down a little, enough to see the dark fuzz of Finn’s pubes.

“Oh fuck.” His heart pounded even more.

Finn snuck a hand into one pocket and removed three condoms before repeating the action with the other. He dropped his stash onto the bed, and despite his nerves, Joel laughed. “Exactly how many do you think we’re going to need?”

Finn grinned. “Hey, you’ve just been through a dry spell so big it could be a fucking desert. I had no idea how many times you’d want to drink before you were done.” Then he lifted his hips off the bed and took his jeans off, his cock bouncing up and smacking against his belly.

Joel resisted the urge to touch the hard pink shaft, and instead covered Finn with his body, lying between Finn’s legs, spread for him. Finn took a second to fumble with the button and zipper on Joel’s jeans before cupping his head once more and pulling Joel down into a kiss that sent heat flooding through him. He stroked his tongue in and out of Finn’s mouth, and each time Finn’s low moan sent his need spiraling that little bit higher.

When Finn reached into Joel’s jeans and freed his dick, Joel had to fight not to come on the spot. Finn gave it a couple of leisurely tugs while they kissed, slow, drugging kisses that fed something deep in Joel’s soul, a connection he didn’t want to break. His cock swelled in Finn’s hand, and Joel groaned. He hadn’t thought it possible to be this hard.

“I want you inside me,” Finn whispered between kisses.

Joel didn’t hesitate. He knelt up and pushed his jeans and underwear to his knees, falling sideways as he tried to remove them gracefully. Finn didn’t laugh, thank God, but helped him, tugging at the lower hems to free Joel’s legs. When he was naked, Finn reached for him. Joel lay on top of Finn, his feet resting on Joel’s butt as they kissed.

Joel had never done drugs of any kind, but for the first time in his life he knew the meaning of addiction. He slid his tongue into Finn’s mouth, fucking it with slow strokes, his hunger rising to the point where he knew he couldn’t wait any longer. He shifted farther down the bed until his face was an inch above Finn’s dick, Finn’s knees fallen to the sides, Finn’s hands on his head.

That first taste of Finn’s cock on his tongue… The sounds Finn made as Joel teased the underside of his dick… The way Finn rocked his hips…

Sweet Jesus.

Before Joel had a chance to savor it, Finn tugged Joel higher, wrapping his long legs around him again as he claimed Joel’s mouth in a fervent kiss. Joel rolled his hips, sliding his cock over Finn’s hot, hard shaft.

Then Finn broke the kiss and pushed him backward, shifting to lie on top of him, their mouths once more joined. Joel stroked Finn’s hair, raking through it with his fingers, his body on fire.

Finn ceased kissing and looked into Joel’s eyes. “My turn.” He laid a trail of kisses down Joel’s body from neck to groin before kissing and licking the swollen head of Joel’s cock.

“Oh God.” Joel closed his eyes as Finn wrapped one hand around his shaft and sucked on the head, taking a little more into his mouth with each downward motion. Then Joel realized he had to see. He opened his eyes and lifted his head from the bed to watch as Finn worshipped his shaft with lips and tongue, from the tip of his dick to Joel’s sac before reversing direction and taking Joel into his mouth once more. No hurry, no frenzy, just a measured, deliberate worship of Joel’s cock.

“Fuck, I want you,” Joel blurted.

Finn stopped mid suck and smiled. “You’ve got me.” He sat astride Joel’s hips and rocked, his hips so fucking fluid and sensual.

Joel had reached breaking point.

He pointed to the nightstand drawer. “There’s lube in there.” Then he sat up against the headboard, pillows stuffed behind him, and grabbed