Finn's Fantasy (Maine Men #1) - K.C. Wells Page 0,72

claimed Finn’s mouth in a fervent kiss. He leaned on his forearms that bracketed Finn’s head, and Finn held him close as he moved in and out of him, a gentle pace at first, but picking up speed. And all the while they kissed, feeding each other soft noises that made no sense yet said so much.

Joel sat upright and rocked back and forth, his hands on Finn’s chest, overwhelmed by the notion that Finn’s cock was all that kept him on the ground, because damn it, Joel felt like he was flying. Then he reached for Finn once more, and their mouths reconnected in another kiss, both of them breathing rapidly, a sheen of sweat on Finn’s chest.

“On your back, baby.”

Joel complied, and Finn hooked his arms under Joel’s knees, pushing them higher and driving his cock deep into Joel’s ass, their lips locked in a kiss.

Fuck. The angle was just right.

Joel clung to him, riding out the waves of pleasure that zinged through him, buffeted him, sending him closer to the edge. He slid his hand between their damp bodies, reaching for his shaft, and Finn nodded again.

“That’s it. Gonna watch you come.” He claimed Joel’s mouth in a heated kiss, and Joel tugged harder, a moan falling from his lips as warmth covered his stomach. Finn’s nostrils flared, and he grunted as he picked up speed, thrusting deep. Then he shuddered, and Joel opened his eyes wide as Finn’s shaft throbbed inside him.

Finn buried his face in Joel’s neck, his breathing shallow and erratic. Joel locked his arms around him and held on tight, folded in two, the pair of them cinched into one mass of flesh, Finn’s cock still buried in Joel’s ass.

When Finn raised his head and kissed him, heat radiated through Joel’s chest and his limbs felt light, almost weightless.

“Now that was worth waiting for,” Joel murmured, breathing in the smell of Finn’s skin, his sweat, his own natural scent that stirred Joel’s senses.

Finn’s eyes sparkled. “I suppose you want that coffee now.”

Joel chuckled. “In a while.” Right then he wanted to lie there, holding Finn, enjoying the moment.

He wanted to remember this feeling. He was sticky, hot, wrung out, he ached in places that hadn’t ached like that for decades—and he’d never been happier.

“Joel?”

He gave a start. “Sorry. I must have zoned out there. Did you say something?” Finn was curled up beside him on the couch, and the TV was on, but Joel wasn’t watching. Bramble lay on the rug, snoozing. Joel had taken him for the fastest pee break ever, but he knew it wasn’t enough. At some point he needed to think about going home. Finn had shoved a frozen pizza into the oven, so dinner had been taken care of, but Joel knew the day had to end sooner or later. They both had work the next day after all.

“I said I’m going to get some juice, and I asked if you wanted some.” Finn craned his neck to look at him. “Are you okay?”

“I was thinking about something, that’s all.”

Finn sat up. “Anything you wanna talk about?”

Joel regarded him in silence for a moment. “Remember the day I told you about my past? And I said my future was exciting, but scary?”

Finn nodded, his eyes warm. “You were thinking about your kids.”

Joel blinked. “Yes. Yes, I was. And I’ve finally come to a decision.” He took a deep breath. “I think it’s time I told them. They need to know the truth.” Not that he was completely happy about the idea, but he knew he couldn’t put it off any longer. It didn’t make sense to hide anymore.

“Do you want me to be there when you do? It’s okay if you want it to be just the three of you.”

Joel’s stomach clenched. “I don’t know what I want.” He sagged against the cushions. “I mean, yes, I want you there for moral support, but—”

“But I’m not part of the family, and they might wonder what the hell this has to do with me,” Finn finished for him. He laid his hand on Joel’s knee. “I do get it, you know. This is tricky shit. And if it makes you feel better, I’m just as torn.”

Joel frowned. “You are?”

Finn nodded. “I want to be there for you. I know how much you’ve dreaded doing this. And if having me there makes it even a tiny bit easier for you, then that’s great. But at the same time… I don’t