When I reach his navel, I dip my tongue in before kissing my way lower. I glance up, asking for permission to continue, and when Finn nods, I unzip his slacks and fist his cock.
“No boxers?” I tease as I stroke his hard shaft in my hand. Then, I lap at the wet tip that has salty precum exploding on my tongue. Even though the scene before me is erotic and sensual, I wouldn’t mind if Zaria were here watching. I take Finn into my mouth, his cock hard and throbbing as I slide my lips down the silky hardness of his erection.
The hooded stare that he pins me with has my own cock aching to be inside him. It’s been a while, and I’m tempted to bend him over right here. But I don’t. I savor the flavor of him as his arousal coats my tongue with every thrust of his hips.
He uses my mouth. He fucks my face. Fingers tangle in my hair as Finn loses control and tugs the strands until the bite of pain is enough to have me gagging on his cock. I love when he takes control, when he dominates the scene between us. And watching his usually playful demeanor change to something dark and sordid makes my cock weep.
He’s close. I can tell because his grunts get louder, and his moans vibrate through his chest. My hands are palm down on his pectorals, and I can feel every movement of his sounds. It’s the most erotic symphony I’ve ever heard. And I could listen to him over and over again.
I’m lost in the pleasure and the power I have over him, so I don’t notice the audience we have until it’s far too late. The moment Finn holds me down, and spurts of his hot arousal jets into my mouth, I hear a gasp, which shatters the passion that had been coiling inside both of us.
Finn and I move in sync. His dick pops out of my mouth as we both meet the wide eyes of Finn’s fiancée. Zaria is at the door, her mouth parted into a wide O shape as she takes in our lewd position.
Finn moves first, shoving his now softening cock back into his trousers before zipping up. I swipe my hand across my mouth, still savoring the taste of him when he glances at me.
“Go,” is all I can manage. He races from the shed, making his way toward Zaria, who seems to have taken off running in the opposite direction. She knows. His father knows. And I’m certain Joy knows.
It seems our little secret is no longer so hidden anymore.
But that’s the problem with secrets, they tend to be exposed at the worst possible times.
12
ZARIA
I make it to my bedroom and shut the door, but Finn knew I’d run for a safe haven, and he bursts through the interlocking bathroom like he’s about to fight a war. His dark hair is a mess and as the shadows dance across his handsome face, I can’t do anything but stare in awe. His shirt is still undone, the smooth defined muscles of his abs taunt me from where he stops in my bedroom. He doesn’t near me, he doesn’t come closer, but I find that I want him to do something.
After seeing him with Jarred, I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on. I didn’t think I would, but now that their relationship is clear in my mind, I want to see them together again. I’ve only ever read about two men being together, never seen it before my very eyes.
“Are you gay?” I blurt, my voice a broken whisper of shock and desire. I stood watching them for a while before they both noticed. If he comes any closer, I’m sure he’d realize how turned on I am. My panties are soaked, my body is trembling, and I have to fist my hands to hide it from Finn.
“No,” he growls, the sound low, gravely as it trickles over me like the icy drizzle on a warm summer’s day. “I’m…” He doesn’t complete his confession, but I want to know. He’s meant to be my husband and yet, I have no clue who Finn Thorne is. “I’m bisexual,” he tells me then, before running his fingers through his hair.
“Oh,” is all I can muster because I’ve never met anyone who is, or at least, I never knew anyone who has those inclinations. I find it intriguing. I want to know more, how he found out, how it started with Jarred, but I don’t ask even though my curiosity is at an all-time high.
“You cannot tell anyone about what you saw.” Finn finally speaks again, breaking the silence with his harsh tone. He meets my eyes, and he must see something flicker in them because he moves closer. The slow crawl of a predator seeking out his prey. When he finally reaches me, he stops, inches away.