Fighting for Love (Boston Love 2)

“Keep looking at me like that and we’re going to be even more late.”

My mouth formed an O while my eyes dropped to his semihard erection. I wanted him again. Desperately. Was it simply because it was Finn? Or was it because I had gone so long without sex that I was now a sex addict?

I’m going with number one.

It’s Finn.

Still trained in on his dick, I felt his hands on my face. He lifted my mouth to his and kissed me. My knees went weak and my senses left me.

“Finn,” I whimpered against his lips. My free hand moved down his bare chest until I reached what I longed for. Wrapping my hand around his now totally hard dick, I slowly moved up and down.

“Fucking hell, Rory. We can’t.”

I didn’t care about anything right now but feeling him in my mouth. Dropping to my knees, I quickly took him before he could argue.

The hiss from his mouth caused me to smile. “Jesus! Oh God.”

Knowing I was making him feel good, I worked my mouth and hand over him. I’d never in my life given a man a blow job, and I was pretty sure I was doing something wrong, but Finn didn’t seem to mind. His hands grabbed my hair and he held my head still as I sucked and licked along his shaft.

“Oh fuck yes. Baby, that feels…Oh fuck.”

I moaned while moving my hand down to play with his balls. I remembered Autumn mentioning once that most guys liked it when you played with their balls while giving them head. My only concern, as I rolled them in my hand, was hurting him.

“Motherfucker…Rory…oh fuuuck!”

Whatever I was doing, it was working. His balls pulled up, and I knew he was close.

“Baby, pull back and finish with your hand if you don’t want me coming in…

oh God…in your…holy shit. In your mouth!”

Hell, no way was I pulling out. I wanted to take every ounce of him. What was it Clare had said to do? Oh yeah.

Reaching my hand around, I hesitated for a brief moment before lightly applying pressure to his backside.

“Fuck!” Finn cried out as hot cum hit the back of my throat. I’m doing it! I’m making him come with my mouth.

My glee quickly dissipated.

Oh my God. It’s thick. It tastes disgusting. I’m going to gag!

Finn’s hands were on my head as he slowly pumped into my mouth. More squirts of cum filled my mouth.

I’m going to choke to death on cum! This is not how I want to die!

Pulling my head back, I started to gag and spit out the nastiness in my mouth.

“Yuck! Oh God!” I attempted to say between bouts of gagging. “Water! I need water!”

Flash decided that was his cue. He ran over and jumped on me, knocking me to the floor.

“Flash! No! Bad dog!” Finn cried out in between his snorting and laughing. He grabbed Flash by the collar and quickly carried him from the room. I jumped up and ran to the sink, where I promptly placed my mouth under the faucet in an attempt to get the taste out.

“I’m starting to think that you don’t like cum in your mouth.”

Turning and shooting him a glare, I spit the water out toward him as he laughed. “That was gross. It was thick and tasted…not good.” I pointed to my mouth. “This is now a no-fly zone.”

His brows shot up. “A no-fly zone?”