Page 54 of Midnight Sun
“Yes, sir,” Jamie breathes, already sinking to the floor.
Finn stops him with a grip on his shoulders. “Wait a minute,” he says. He turns around and grabs the belt of Jamie’s fluffy bathrobe. “I’m going to tie your hands.” Finn places Jamie’s wrists firmly behind his back. “Color?”
“Green.”
“Good boy.” Finn’s warm breath caresses Jamie’s ear, as he leans forward to secure Jamie’s wrists. When he’s finished, he tilts Jamie’s chin up and kisses him deeply. Jamie already feels lightheaded with arousal. He sighs into Finn’s mouth, leaning into him.
Finn sits down on the chair, leaving Jamie standing between his open thighs. The sudden loss of bodily contact has Jamie blinking and swaying slightly on his feet. Finn’s gaze zeros in on the tented fabric of Jamie’s dress pants. He smirks. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re so hard already. Can’t wait to have my cock in your mouth, can you?”
Jamie’s cheeks heat up. He should be the one feeling confident and in charge. He’s still fully dressed after all and standing above Finn. Instead, he feels exposed, vulnerable in the best possible way.
“On your knees,sæti.”
Jamie blinks and finds himself sinking down eagerly, grateful Finn doesn’t make him answer his question. Jamie nuzzles his face against Finn’s groin, breathing in his fresh scent, and mouths at the base of Finn’s cock, hoping to convey non-verbally what he’s too ashamed to say.
Finn grabs the short hair at the base of Jamie’s skull. “Open up.”
Jamie does as he’s told without hesitation and lets Finn guide him. He swallows down as much of Finn’s cock as he can until it brushes against the back of his throat. Jamie groans and tries to relax his jaw.
“Good,” Finn praises. “Now move, there you go.”
Jamie leans forward carefully, his tongue caressing the underside of Finn’s cock. He sucks at the tip, licking the precome from the slit, and slips down again until he’s almost choking. Finn’s content hum spurs him on, and Jamie feels his own cock leaving a wet patch on his trousers. Finn cards gentle hands through his hair. The feeling makes Jamie shiver and moan. He tries to take Finn in deeper, although the effort brings tears to his eyes.
It’s hard to keep his balance with his hands tied, but the feeling of helplessly tilting toward Finn, taking him in deeper with every little thrust of his hips, makes Jamie even harder. He adjusts his position, trying to find more leverage, but all he accomplishes is spreading his knees and rubbing his straining cock against the too-rough fabric of his pants. Jamie whimpers. He wishes Finn had taken the time to give him a plug, or at least a few strokes to his cock. He feels like he might come from Finn fucking his mouth alone, but at the same time, the stimulation isn’t nearly enough.
Jamie jumps and nearly chokes as Finn presses down his bare foot on Jamie’s still confined cock. A steady stream of moans and whimpers escapes him as Finn moves his foot up and down in sync with Jamie’s motions.
Jamie’s senses narrow down to the feeling of Finn’s cock heavy on his tongue, his only goal to make Finn feel good. Even the discomfort of his position turns him on. Kneeling for Finn, letting him do as he pleases, has no right to feel this amazing.
Finn’s thrusts grow more erratic, and he grabs Jamie’s head to hold him still as he fucks his mouth. Jamie moans, his eyes fluttering shut. He swallows eagerly when Finn comes down his throat, satisfied with the effect he has on Finn.
Finn breathes deeply and caresses Jamie’s face, not slipping out of his mouth yet. Jamie licks the remaining come from his softening cock, relishing at the aftershocks rippling through Finn’s body.
“You look beautiful on your knees,” Finn says.
Jamie makes a sound, half protest, half moan. Finn’s words please him, and at the same time he can barely look him in the eyes. The need to always appear strong is too deeply ingrained in him to be set aside easily. Jamie watches Finn’s knowing smirk out of the corner of his eyes. Finn sighs. “Now, shall we go to the party? You said we’re already late.”
He pulls Jamie to his feet, and Jamie is too surprised to resist. “Wait, what?” Jamie splutters. He’s achingly hard. He can’t go anywhere like this.
Finn positions him in front of the bathroom mirror. Jamie blushes at his own sight. Although still fully clothed, he looks obscene, his lips red and swollen and his rumpled dress pants tented by an obvious erection.
“Gorgeous,” Finn comments. “Do you think I can get away with dragging you to the party like this?”
Jamie meets Finn’s eyes in the mirror. “You have a depraved fantasy,” he rasps, even as the image of being shown around by Finn like this, maybe even made to pleasure him in front of an audience, has Jamie’s head swimming with arousal.
“You like it,” Finn says, wrapping one hand around Jamie’s throat to hold him in place and dipping the other into Jamie’s pants. Jamie’s knees almost buckle under him as Finn finally touches his cock.
“What a mess you made,” Finn chuckles as his fingers are coated with precome. Jamie can barely stand his teasing anymore, but he knows better than to move his hips. So, he tries to hold still, trembling in Finn’s arms, unable to take his eyes from the utterly debauched picture he makes.
“Shall I make you come?” Finn asks.
“Please, sir.”
“How much do you want it?”
Jamie whines. “Please. I’m so close. I need to come. I need–” Jamie trails off, unable to form more coherent words as Finn begins to stroke him torturously slowly.
“Look at yourself,” Finn commands.