Page 2 of Forever Finn

I feel my cock stir with a twinge of interest. My belly fills with heat, and my palms sweat. He smiles at me slowly, but there’s no hint of recognition in his eyes, only interest, and it soothes my nerves. His eyes flick to the door opposite him, above which is an illuminated sign for the toilets and the emergency exit. His eyes reconnect with mine, and after a few seconds, he places his glass down on the bar and heads toward the door.

Jesus Christ, am I really about to make an epically bad decision that has the potential to go wrong in so many ways I can’t even count? Yeah… I really fucking am.

I push away from the bar, crossing the room to the door, and giving one last glance behind me, I push the door open and slide into a dimly lit corridor. The door swings shut behind me, quieting the music down to a muted thud.

He’s standing there waiting, propped patiently against the wall, knee bent, foot pressed against the wall, thumbs hooked in his pockets, and my mouth waters. He looks like the Levi’s Ad version of a wet dream.

His mouth curves as his eyes slide over me hungrily. He doesn’t speak as he pushes away from the wall, reaching for me, and that’s fine by me. I prefer it. He yanks me up against him, and I barely have a second to gasp out loud before his mouth is on mine, hot and dangerous. My eyes practically roll back in my head as his tongue plunges into my mouth. It’s fucking sexy as hell. I feel devoured. My head is spinning as I reach up and wind my fingers around the nape of his neck.

He tastes so good. I can’t get enough. It’s rough, all spit and tongue, exactly what I want. I don’t want soft; I don’t want gentle… I want to be owned.

He turns and slams me against the wall, not enough to hurt, but enough to let me know who’s in charge, and my dick is instantly as hard as steel. I let out an embarrassing groan and reach for his hips, pulling him in closer, needing the friction against my aching cock. He’s as hard as I am and from the feel of the monster grinding up against me, totally in proportion to the rest of him.

He is taller than me, like I thought, and slightly bigger, broader. It’s just enough that it makes me feel surrounded by him. I groan again, my head thudding back against the wall as he bites down on my lower lip and tugs before skimming down my neck and nipping and sucking at my skin.

I’m so desperate for him. It’s like every nerve in my body is firing, making my hair stand on end. He spins me around and pins me to the wall, his chest and torso blanketing my back, his mouth close to my ear, his breath dancing over my cheek in tiny panting gusts as he grinds that massive cock against my arse.

“Is this what you want?” he rumbles in my ear, and holy crap I nearly come just from the delicious growl in his voice, and it’s all too easy for me to imagine him shoving me to my knees, gripping my hair tightly in his fist and ordering me to suck his cock.

I pant heavily, almost letting out an embarrassing whimper. I’m two seconds away from begging him to rip my jeans down and shove that big dick inside me, for him to use me the way I’ve fantasised about for the last twenty years, but I don’t. As tempting as that is, I’ve never bottomed before and being fucked dry in the middle of a corridor where anyone could walk in at any moment and snap pictures of me to sell to the press is probably not the best way to come out to the world.

“Is this what you want, gorgeous?” he repeats slowly, causing a shiver to ripple down my spine. I catch an accent, American I think… no Canadian. My brain’s sluggish from the shots and clouded with intense arousal.

“Yes,” I whisper, suddenly feeling more exposed than if I was actually naked. I suck in a shaky breath and for the first time in my life, I let loose the words that have been choking me for too long. “I want you to fuck me.”

“I have a hotel room near to here. Do you want to get out of here?” he asks, his hands suddenly gentling as he strokes me softly, as if soothing a skittish animal. His touch a delicious dichotomy to the hardness of his body and his earlier rough plundering of my mouth.

For a second, I almost hesitate, but I’m aching, overwhelmed with a desperate need for what I know this man, this stranger, can give me. This time, I will not let fear dictate my choices.

Determined, I lift my chin and turn around, meeting his gaze in the dimly lit corridor. “Yes,” I say simply.

2

Jesus Christ, he tastes so damn good. As soon as the hotel room door closes behind us, he launches himself at me. On the short walk from the bar to the hotel, he’d gone quiet. He’d not so much as reached for my hand, instead keeping a distance between us and I didn’t push. He’s allowed to have second thoughts. In fact, I’d almost expected a thanks but no thanks as we reached the main entrance, not that I would’ve blamed him. I usually at least buy a guy a drink before I stick my tongue down his throat.

I don’t know what it is about this guy that has me acting so wildly out of character. He’s like my personal gravity well, drawing me in before I’d even realised it. Maybe it was the sad eyes filled with secrets, or his beautiful, vulnerable face, or that sexy as hell body, but the second I’d touched him it was like an inferno. I’d wanted to consume him.

There’s something about him that teases at the edges of my mind, something familiar, something I should know but can’t quite focus on, lost in the haze of alcohol and lust. His moan vibrates against my mouth, and I lose the errant thought as it slips through my fingers as insubstantial as mist.

We stumble back, crashing against the wall, and caught off balance, my full weight slams into him, pinning him. I pull my mouth back to mumble an apology, but the words die on my lips as his eyes roll back in his head, and he lets out the sweetest sound of surrender.

Fuck, my dick was throbbing already, but now it’s downright painful. I want him so badly. I want to pin him down and fuck him so hard he won’t even be able to remember his own name.

I feel his hands slip under my t-shirt, fingers grazing my ribcage as he yanks it up and over my head, tossing it aside carelessly. Grabbing his jacket, I hook it over his shoulders, pushing it down his arms to hit the floor with a thud before pulling his t-shirt off.

His skin is burning hot as I press against him, and I can’t wait to have him naked and underneath me. I tear my mouth off him and spin him around, pinning him against the wall roughly as he seemed to get off on that back at the bar. He’s panting in anticipation as I pressed his palms against the wall. I can feel the tension coiled in his body and the need vibrating through him.

I wrap my arms around him, then I reach up and wrap my fingers around his throat, giving a gentle, pulsing squeeze. He lets out a moan of approval and I know I haven’t read him wrong. He’s desperate to have someone else take control, to free him so he doesn’t have to think about anything but the pleasure he’s experiencing. I grind my throbbing cock against his gorgeous round ass as my other hand cups his erection through his jeans.

“Tell me what you want,” I growl against his ear.

“Your cock,” he pants, his voice slurring slightly. “I want it rough.”

“Is that right?” I trace the curve of his ear with my tongue, rocking against him and making him moan. “Do you want my big fat cock stretching your hole wide?” He moans again, the need in his tone so clear, and I wonder how long it’s been since someone fucked him properly.

“Please,” he gasps, and that breathy plea is my undoing.

Fuck, the room’s spinning. I can’t tell if it’s from the alcohol or if I’m actually OD’ing on pheromones. We don’t make it as far as the bed. We both stumble, wrapped around each other as we collapse on the couch, which is really not made for two men over six feet tall.