Page 46 of Brad & Finn (Gomillion High Reunion #3)

FINN

Finn made it another five minutes of Brad’s sweet, sensuous torture before he started to beg.

“Fuck, please, please—Brad! I…I…” His mind was a beautiful mess of joy and excitement and earth-shattering lust.

“You’ll get there, sweetheart,” Brad teased, running the sinful tip of his tongue across the crest of Finn’s hipbone. “Take your time.”

If Finn could find the wherewithal, he would grab Brad by the hair and shove his face between his legs?—

“Ahhhhh!” he cried as Brad bit into his hip.

Finn was going to pass out from horniness as every blood cell in his body pooled in his groin. His packer wasn’t built for play, and the base pressed flat against his dick and gave him absolutely no friction. He wanted Brad’s mouth or his fingers to play with him, but Brad was torturing him.

His vision whited out and came back all sparkly when Brad bit into his nipple.

Clearly, he’d learned from last time because he was focusing exclusively on Finn’s sensitive side.

He was also lavishing an almost absurd amount of attention on Finn’s panties.

Finn also liked them, but he was beyond ready for them to come off so he could finally get what his entire body was begging for.

I…please…I…need you.”

“Finn—”

“Inside me,” Finn whispered.

Brad dove down to slam their mouths together. He cradled the back of Finn’s head and stroked the inside of Finn’s mouth with his tongue, making Finn’s thighs quiver and rub together.

“God, that does sound good, doesn’t it? I want you inside me, too,” Brad groaned, rutting their hips together.

For one aching moment, Finn cursed his anatomy.

He reminded himself that he had everything he needed at home.

All the toys and tools, every dildo, strap, and plug he could ever ask for—he just didn’t have them here.

He had faith that they would get to try them all, whether it be in Chicago, Indianapolis, or somewhere in between, but right now, he’d have to get a little more creative.

“I don’t think I can fuck you and take your big cock in one sitting,” Finn said, grinding against Brad’s thigh.

“Oh, fuck, that gorgeous mouth of yours,” Brad said, running his thumb over Finn’s bottom lip and pulling it down slightly before releasing it.

“If you…really want to fuck me…and have me fuck you after,” Finn panted, “you could fuck my ass and then I can use the strap on you.”

Brad groaned and pressed his forehead against Finn’s. “If you want me to fuck your front hole, I’ll gladly do that, sweetheart. I just…”

He trailed off as his eyes pressed closed. Finn wondered if this was what it felt like for Christian and Chloe—and now Brad—when they helped guide Finn through his thoughts. He could almost taste the words Brad was fighting to find, and he reveled in getting to be the one to fill in the gaps.

“Need to feel connected,” Finn said easily, because he was feeling it too.

Brad nodded against Finn’s forehead, a sweet smile spreading across his lips.

In direct contrast to the tender way in which Brad was holding him, a wicked idea slowly took shape in Finn’s head. He almost didn’t say anything, but then Brad pressed their lips together, almost desperately, like he couldn’t help himself.

“We could…finger each other…” Finn said haltingly. “Get both of us nice and ready. Then I could fuck you with the dildo a few times, and when it’s nice and deep, I’ll leave it in, and you can fuck me with my pretty dick still inside you.”

Brad threw back his head and roared, a shocking, primal noise that lit up the parts of Finn that had lain mostly dormant all these years.

They grabbed for each other, and Brad yanked off Finn’s panties and packer, tossing them haphazardly across the room.

Finn grabbed the dildo, and Brad snatched up the lube, and they met in the middle of the bed in a tangle of limbs.

Brad wrestled them onto their sides, kicking at the blankets until it was just the fitted sheet and their overheated bodies on the bed.

“Please…god, yes,” Brad moaned as Finn traced his wet finger around the tight ring of Brad’s hole. One day, he wanted to do this with his tongue, but the current plan didn’t allow for that, and Finn was excited about the plan.

With a gentle push, Finn was able to slide his pointer finger inside.

He loved the pressing, squeezing warmth, and he thrust several times before teasing Brad’s rim with another finger.

Not to be outdone, Brad grazed his fingers across Finn’s dick before sliding one, then, after a few thrusts, two fingers into Finn’s front hole.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re so wet,” Brad crooned against the side of Finn’s head.

The words pinged around inside Finn’s chest, glancing against dysphoria and uncertainty, before landing squarely on lust.

Finn squirmed on his fingers and whined.

“Is…that okay?” Brad whispered, concern eclipsing the heat in his voice.

Well, maybe the second time’s the charm for them to have these sorts of boundary conversations. “Yes,” he groaned as Brad curled his fingers. “Fuck—yes. Only when you say it.”

Brad kissed his temple and left his lips there so the vibrations of his sultry voice reverberated around Finn’s skull. “You like it when I say a lot of things.”

Finn nodded against his lips.

“You like a lot of talking in bed, don’t you, sweetheart?”

Finn never would have been able to voice that for himself, but yes, he did. It kept him grounded in the moment and out of the dark swirling vortex that was his brain.

“Yes,” he said firmly.

“Good,” Brad whispered, pressing up inside him. “I like talking…like watching you squirm and hearing you moan from nothing but the little things I whisper in your ear.”

He proceeded to completely negate his statement by biting the lobe of Finn’s ear and adding a third finger.

“Brad,” he whined as he followed his lead, slowly working Brad up to three.

Each thrust of Brad’s thick fingers had Finn’s brain melting a little more. It was an incredible feeling, and he found himself getting lost in it—which unfortunately meant he was doing a piss-poor job of prepping Brad’s hole. All he was really doing was spreading lube around.

Finn’s hole was pulsing as Brad mercilessly played with his prostate. If Finn wasn’t careful, he was going to end up coming before he even found?—

He must have curved his fingers in precisely the right way because Brad choked on a groan.

It was like someone had snapped their fingers in Finn’s face, waking him up from his pleasure-fueled stupor.

He focused entirely on the slightly bouncy spot inside Brad, tapping on it the way he often found himself counting out an imaginary beat, even when he was supposed to be focusing on something else.

“F-fuck,” Brad whispered, his fingers stilling in Finn’s hole.

Finn curled himself around Brad’s front, so he had a little more room to move his hand.

He varied the pressure he was applying—first light, then firm, then a gentle swirl of his fingers before starting again.

He loved the way Brad’s inner wall sprang back against his fingers, almost like a bouncy ball or a perfectly ripe plum.

He’d never much cared for plums, but he really wanted to get his mouth on Brad’s hole.

He wanted to see if he could make him come with nothing but his tongue and a single finger playing with–

“Sweetheart, you’re gonna make me come,” Brad whimpered, grabbing Finn’s wrist with wet fingers.

Finn hadn’t even noticed how empty he now felt, but the sudden realization made his core clench, and he accidentally flexed his fingers.

“Oh–god,” Brad grunted, pulling Finn’s fingers out of him.

Finn withdrew his hand and shifted slightly lower down, so he was face-to-face with Brad.

“You were pretty locked in, weren’t you?” Brad said, his eyes crinkling as he smiled.

Finn grimaced and opened his mouth to apologize, but Brad captured him in a kiss, soothing any worry by threading his clean hand into Finn’s hair.

“That’s okay, gorgeous. You can fixate on my ass anytime you want, but I really want to enact that scene you designed for us.”

Finn wrinkled his nose. “It’s not much of a scene. If you want a scene, I’m sure I can come up with something much better…maybe with handcuffs and clamps and syrup?—”

Brad rolled, pulling Finn onto his chest as his long, muscular arm reached for the dildo and lube. As Finn watched from his new perch on Brad’s chest, Brad lubed up the dildo with impressive speed and shoved it into Finn’s hands.

“Now,” he said, and the edge of command in his voice intrigued Finn, but didn’t change the course his brain was now on.

“I think Chloe gave me edible underwear as a joke once. I still probably have them?—”

“Finn,” Brad growled and pushed on his shoulders until he slid down to kneel in between Brad’s legs.

“I might have leg restraints, and if not, I have some pretty sturdy neck ties,” Finn mused, sliding two fingers into Brad and scissoring them a few times.

“Finn!” Brad shouted as he arched his back into the touch.

As a matter of fact, Finn was pretty sure he had a complete set of restraints, a dumb purchase he’d made in the back of a Spencer’s with Kendall in his mid-twenties. He’d made several dumb purchases that day.

“It’s probably with the ‘monster brand’ dildo,” he mused, curling his fingers in quotation marks inside Brad, just to watch him squirm. “I bought the tentacle one.”

Brad’s entire body was shaking, and Finn’s attention snapped to Brad’s dick as it quivered and jerked, leaking a shiny bead of precum onto his trembling abs.

“Finn…sweetheart…” Brad grunted.

He waited for Finn to look up at him before he pointed two fingers at his eyes and then one down at the dildo.