Finn's Fantasy (Maine Men #1) - K.C. Wells Page 0,65

obvious demand for Joel’s kiss. Joel enfolded Finn in his arms, keeping him there as his cock tunneled into him, picking up speed, their bodies meeting with loud slaps. Then he came to a stop, Finn’s body wrapped around his shaft as Joel kissed his neck and shoulders, Finn twisting to connect their lips, his hands covering Joel’s, holding them to his chest.

Joel knew he couldn’t last much longer.

He pulled free of Finn’s body. “On your back, sweetheart.” The endearment fell from his lips without a second’s thought. Finn lay down, and Joel stuffed a pillow under his ass. Finn drew his knees toward his chest, Joel guided his dick to where it wanted to be, and fuck yes, he was inside Finn again.

Finn rested his calves on Joel’s shoulders, his arms around Joel’s neck, and they were kissing once more, Joel fucking Finn’s mouth with his tongue, keeping to the rhythm of his cock as he drove it into Finn’s ass. They broke the kiss, their damp foreheads meeting as Joel rocked into him, their breathing harsh, both pushing out urgent sounds that told Joel how close Finn was to coming. Joel fucked him with short, quick strokes, his hips snapping at that first zap of electricity that went all the way to his balls.

“Fuck, I’m there,” Joel moaned, unable to hold it back. He thrust deep, slamming into Finn’s ass as he shot hard, his throbbing dick held tight within Finn’s body. Joel kissed him with a fervor he hadn’t known he possessed, Finn’s arms locked around him, their mouths colliding as Joel’s cock pulsed the last drops into the latex.

Finn let go of Joel to grab his own shaft, and seconds later he came, covering his belly. Joel eased his dick from Finn’s hole and bent over him to lick up every drop, savoring the taste of another man’s cum for the first time in so many years. Then he carefully removed the condom and tied it before dropping it to the floor.

They lay on the bed, arms around each other, legs entwined, their kisses as slow as molasses in winter. Joel lifted Finn’s chin and looked into those storm-colored eyes.

“Stay?”

Finn’s nod was the perfect end to a perfect day.

Chapter Eighteen

Finn opened his eyes. So it wasn’t a dream. Joel’s chest was pressed against his back, his leg hooked over Finn’s. They’d fallen asleep with the lamp on, but that was daylight pouring in through the window above their heads.

Finn wasn’t ready to greet the day, however. He wanted to burrow beneath the sheets and hold Joel in a soft cotton cocoon that diffused the light. To kiss some more, because damn, he couldn’t get enough of Joel’s kisses.

Who was he kidding? He couldn’t get enough of Joel.

From below, a soft whine arose, and just like that, Finn’s plans changed.

Aww, poor puppy. Snuggling would have to wait.

He gave Joel a careful nudge with his elbow. “Hey, sleepyhead.” When Joel rolled over with the cutest snuffling noise, Finn came to a decision. He eased his way out of the bed, pulled on his jeans and T-shirt, and padded barefoot down the stairs to where Bramble was sitting by the front door, still whining.

“Sorry, boy. Daddy and I overslept.” He put on his boots, grabbed the leash from its hook, attached it to Bramble’s collar, and unlocked the door. He let out the leash and Bramble headed for the nearest tree.

Finn breathed in the brisk morning air. Wow. That was some night.

Not exactly the night he’d planned, but he wasn’t complaining. That first kiss had taken his breath away. He smiled to himself. We didn’t stop kissing all night. And Joel in bed was…

Finn couldn’t quantify the experience.

He wasn’t sure what he’d expected. Maybe a bout of frenzied fucking, given the length of time that had passed since Joel last had sex with a guy. Or perhaps a really short fuck, because Finn knew Joel had to be on the edge. But what he’d gotten had been exquisite. And way beyond anything Finn had experienced before.

After weeks of fantasizing about Joel, reality took everything his imagination had come up with, and kicked it out of the door. And Finn wanted more.

Then he realized Bramble was back at his side, gazing up at him.

Finn’s stomach growled, and he was glad no one was around to hear it. He peered at the dog. “Breakfast?”

Bramble wagged his tail with more vigor.

Finn laughed. “Let’s feed you, and then I’ll feed your daddy.” He