Page 54 of Savage Blooms (Unearthly Delights #1)
Finley kissed like he was trying to prove a point, chasing Adam’s advance with his own nips and probing tongue.
Somehow – it was hard to say in the haze of booze and lust – Adam ended up with his back against the brick and Finley’s fists balled in his shirtfront.
He had never been on the receiving end of Finley’s commanding bedside manner, not like this, and he found that he liked the experience very much.
Finley kissed him again, punishingly, like they were at war.
They were exposed in this alley, with grime underfoot and moonlight overhead, but Adam didn’t care.
Fuck decency, and fuck anyone who stumbled across them.
He and Finley had been hurtling headlong towards this moment from the instant they met, and Adam wasn’t about to back away from it now.
Finley pressed their bodies flush together, and Adam could feel his hard length digging into his thigh. Adam let out a low moan, pulling Finley in tighter. He could die like this, and die happy.
Eileen was going to kill him, and Nicola would tease him within an inch of his life about it. But his heart was thrumming and his skin was on fire and his jeans were painfully tight.
In for a penny, in for a pound, Adam thought.
His fingers dropped down to pluck open Finley’s fly.
“Let me,” he said, nearly pleading. God, what was he becoming?
Finley reared back, looking for all the world like a startled horse.
“Here? Now?”
“Let me suck you off,” Adam said, dropping to his knees in the filthy alleyway. Normally he would care about things like cleanliness and not breaking public indecency laws, but right now, all he cared about was pushing Finley until he broke.
Finley didn’t have another word to utter in protest. He simply let Adam unzip his jeans and free his cock from their confines, hissing in the dark as Adam gave an experimental stroke.
Adam had seen plenty of men naked before, and he had taken plenty of them to bed, but nothing could compare to this experience.
Having Finley in the palm of his hand, quite literally, feeling the muscles in the other man’s thighs tense as Adam wrapped his lips around the head of Finley’s cock.
He tasted like soap and salt and skin-musk.
“Christ,” Finley swore, threading his fingers through Adam’s hair. “Adam.”
Adam made a pleased humming sound in his throat and took as much of Finley into his mouth as he could, applying himself with the vigor of a dedicated student.
Finley kept swearing under his breath, his language getting progressively more colorful as Adam stroked him and licked the underside of his shaft.
Adam could do this for an hour if Finley just kept talking.
Adam’s back was braced against the wall of the alleyway, so when Finley started thrusting into his mouth, there was nowhere for Adam to go.
He just lost himself in the sensation, stinging eyes slipping shut as Finley took his pleasure with rough abandon.
His knees would be bruised in the morning, but he would count the markings as precious if it meant he got to enjoy this moment, just the two of them letting off steam under a velvety night sky.
Finley came quickly, spilling down Adam’s throat with a grunt and a gasp. Adam sucked him clean, swallowing dutifully.
“Jesus, Joseph and Mary,” Finley said, still trying to catch his breath. “You’re good at that.”
“I know,” Adam said smugly.
Finley grasped his wrist and hauled him up, pulling him into another kiss.
Adam nearly pulled away, convinced that no one would want to kiss him after he had just done that, but Finley didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. He palmed Adam through his jeans as he slipped his tongue into his mouth, rubbing a delicious circle that made Adam squirm against the touch.
“My turn,” Finley said, leaving no room for argument. He unzipped Adam’s pants and slipped his hand down the front of his boxers, grasping his cock like it belonged to him. Adam sucked in a breath, the muscles in his stomach quivering.
“Fuck,” he managed. “Yes.”
“You’ve been hard up for this for a while now, haven’t you?
” Finley said, a little bit careless and a little bit mean, like this didn’t mean anything at all, but then he dropped his mouth to Adam’s shoulder and pressed a kiss to the juncture of his neck with a gentleness that betrayed him.
He kept kissing him like that, slow and exploratory, as he pumped Adam’s cock with merciless expertise.
Once again trapped between the wall and Finley, Adam had no choice but to accept the waves of pleasure as they crested over him, building in the base of his stomach to an unbearable degree. Adam dug his fingers into the other man’s shoulders, holding on for dear life.
“Finley,” he rasped, “I’m going to—”
He never got a chance to complete his sentence, because he finished in a surge of sensation so strong it nearly blinded him.
Finley sidestepped the mess, and kept stroking until Adam was entirely spent, so sensitive he considered begging Finley to stop.
But Finley, who watched him with keen, studying eyes, stopped mere seconds before Adam had to ask, smoothing his hand up the plane of Adam’s stomach to hold him against the wall with a firm palm on his chest. The touch steadied Adam, acting as a center of gravity to lean on while he caught his breath.
“I’ve wanted to do that since I met you,” Finley confessed, still watching his face like Adam was fascinating, like he could observe him for a hundred years and not get bored.
Adam huffed out a laugh, his cheeks hot.
“Does that mean I win some kind of bet?”
Finley shoved him against the wall, playfully this time, and pressed one last firm kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“Don’t let it go to your head.”
A car drove by the alley, headlights skimming across their feet, and Adam remembered suddenly that they were in public.
“We should probably get out of here,” Finley said, taking a few steps back. “We’ve been gone hours; the girls will be missing us.”
Adam nodded, reality clearing through the haze of endorphins.
The girls. Eileen. Nicola. Was this something Adam would have to apologize for?
They had never nailed down the ever-shifting boundaries of their relationships to each other, and the rules seemed to change with the winds, or with the hurt feelings of those inside the house.
Life tended to work out for Adam, in matters of career or money or love, but he was worried that perhaps there were things even he couldn’t undo, trespasses he couldn’t talk his way out of.
“Should we tell them?” Adam blurted. It wasn’t a very suave thing to say, but he needed to know.
“Absolutely,” Finley said, as though it wasn’t a question. “I’d recommend gauging what kind of mood Eileen is in before you go unburdening your heart, however. She can be…”
“Temperamental,” Adam supplied. Then, trying again for something that didn’t sound so insulting. “Territorial.”
“Sounds like we understand each other,” Finley said, clasping Adam’s arm as though they were sealing some kind of pact. Adam reeled slightly as they sought their balance on the knife’s edge between lovers and friends. “Come on. I’m driving.”