Finn's Fantasy (Maine Men #1) - K.C. Wells Page 0,70

door on him. “Sorry,” he told Joel when he returned to the couch. “The thought of him watching us was too much for me.”

Joel was glad of the moment’s reprieve. “Hey… can we maybe slow things down a bit? I know I came in here with my engine all revved up, but—”

Finn stopped his words with a kiss. Then he drew back a little, his eyes gleaming. “Slow is good. Slow is definitely good.” He removed his T-shirt and tossed it onto the floor, then sat astride Joel’s lap and popped the buttons on his shirt, taking his time and kissing each newly exposed area of skin. Joel shivered with each electric touch of Finn’s lips on his skin. When they were both bare above the waist, Finn looped his arms around Joel’s neck and kissed his forehead, mouth, cheeks, brushing his lips over Joel’s ear lobes.

“Have you noticed,” Joel murmured, letting out a low moan when Finn kissed his neck again, “how much time we spend kissing? Not a complaint, by the way.”

Finn gave a slow sexy smile. “Good, because I could kiss you all day, given the opportunity.”

Joel chuckled. “I think your coworkers might have something to say about that.”

Finn’s grin made his stomach quiver. “I might start a whole new trend. Coffee breaks are out, kissing breaks are in.”

“Why stop at kissing?” Joel shivered as Finn kissed his way down Joel’s chest. “God, I like it when you do that.”

“Then lie down and let me do it some more. This couch is plenty big enough for the two of us.”

Joel got on his back, and Finn lay on top of him, licking a trail down Joel’s torso, interspersed with kisses. When he reached Joel’s pants, he raised his chin and looked Joel in the eye. “These need to come off.”

Joel blinked. “Here?”

Finn chuckled. “You came over on a mission, didn’t you? Does it matter where it happens? Don’t tell me you’ve never fucked on a couch before.”

“I never had the chance.” He and David had fucked every opportunity they got, wherever they could find a place far from prying eyes.

Finn kissed him. “Welcome to the world of sex on a sofa, on the floor, against the wall, wherever you want.” He chuckled. “I draw the line at doing it in public. I don’t want the cops to throw my ass in jail.”

“Wouldn’t be my first choice either.” He waited while Finn unzipped his pants, then pulled them over Joel’s hips, leaving his briefs in place. “They don’t get to come off too?”

Finn laughed. “Patience. You said slow it down, this is me slowing it down. You never heard of delayed gratification?” He tossed Joel’s pants onto the floor, then took his socks off. He ran his hands over Joel’s bare feet, stroking the soles. “Anyone ever tell you what nice feet you’ve got?”

Joel laughed. “Christ, I’m suddenly in the middle of Little Red Riding Hood.” Then the laughter stopped when Finn knelt on the couch, lifted Joel’s legs, and brought his feet to Finn’s crotch, pressing them against his obvious erection. Joel breathed a little faster as he moved them, a slow rub over Finn’s shaft that pointed toward his hip. “God, that’s a hard dick.”

Finn’s eyes glittered. “All the better to fuck you with.” He let go of Joel’s feet and unhurriedly lowered the zipper on his jeans.

Joel stared, his heartbeat increasing. “Don’t you ever wear underwear?”

“Is that a complaint?”

“Fuck no.” Finn’s dick bobbed as he pushed down his jeans, and Joel gazed at it with fresh eyes. That’s going inside me. His hole tightened at the thought. Then Finn pressed his naked body against Joel’s, and Joel pulled him down into a kiss that sent the blood rushing to his dick. He moaned into the kiss as Finn undulated on top of him, rubbing his bare shaft over Joel’s, which strained to be released from the cotton briefs imprisoning it. Finn’s lips were soft, and Joel couldn’t get enough of his mouth on his body. Finn shifted to lie at his side, stroking down Joel’s torso till he reached his briefs, where he cupped and squeezed Joel’s now fully hard cock.

Joel caught his breath, and Finn brought his hand to Joel’s face in a soothing caress. “It’s not your first time bottoming, is it?”

“No, but it might as well be, it’s been that long.” Joel shuddered. “So be gentle?”

Finn’s lips on his was the perfect response. He slipped his hand beneath the cotton, and freed