Finding Finley – Desires Unleashed Collection Read online Riley Hart (Finding #1)

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Finding Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
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I alternated between his cheeks and areas on his ass, not giving him more than I thought he could handle, but again, testing him, taking him further than he’d gone before, and when he couldn’t stop shaking and mumbling, “Please…yes…I need to come,” I tossed the brush down and pulled him up so he knelt beside me.

“Jerk off on me—my cock and stomach.”

Surprise flashed in his teary eyes. I spit in his hand, and he wrapped it around his dick and did as told. It was less than ten strokes later that his head fell back and he shot his load, landing on me just as I’d ordered him to do.

Finley reached for me to finish me off, but I smacked his hands away. “I didn’t say you could touch me.”

With my fist around my dick, I jerked until my balls drew up and I spurted on my own chest and stomach, my cum mixing with his. “Clean it off,” I ordered.

Finley licked his lips, hunger sparking in his gaze before he leaned over and ate our cum from my body.

“Come here,” I told him. I took his mouth, remembering how he’d asked for a kiss before. I tasted us both there, and he moaned as our tongues tangled. When I pulled away, he lay against me, and I held him, caressed him, as he relaxed against me.

“God, that was the best. It’s going to hurt to sit down.”

“You’ll think of me each time you do.”

“I always think of you,” he replied softly.

I couldn’t find the words to reply, so instead I nudged him. “Let’s go into the bathroom.”

Finley’s brows pulled together in confusion, but he easily stood up and went. His gaze landed on the dildo, suction-cupped to the shower. “I want you to use this daily—not on your ass, but your mouth. Practice deep-throating it, testing your gag reflex, and then pushing past it. Just a few minutes, every morning or evening. It’s your choice when, but keep it the same every day.”

“Yes…yes, Sir,” he replied, looking almost…sad.

“It’s not because you don’t please me. You satisfy me very much, but remember, I’ll always test you and push you to be the best you can be at everything, and that includes being a cocksucker.”

Finley smiled, apparently quite happy being called a cocksucker.

“Now come here. I need to take a piss, and I don’t want to do it myself.”

“I… Yes, Sir!” Finley walked over and stood behind me. He wrapped his arms around me and grabbed my cock, aiming it at the toilet. This wasn’t something I had ever done with a sub before, but I already felt excited at the thought of using him as someone who held my dick when I needed to pee.

I let loose and it splashed on the rim, Finley adjusting my aim so it landed in the toilet. He peeked around me, watching as I went, his heart thumping madly against my back, and if I wasn’t mistaken, he was getting hard again. When my stream finished, he shook me off, then grabbed toilet paper and cleaned what we had spilled along the seat.

“Thank you…God, thank you.” He reached for me, then stopped. “Can I hug you?”

That question twisted me up in such unfamiliar ways. I always provided aftercare, obviously. It was one of my favorite parts, but I had never been asked for permission to just hug me before. I don’t think I would have wanted it from anyone but him.

I nodded, and Finley wrapped his arms around me. He rubbed his cheek against the hair on my chest and continued to thank me over and over and over again.

“Thank you, precious boy. You serve me well.”

We parted and washed our hands. I examined his ass to make sure it was okay, before having him put on loose flannels and nothing else. We ordered dinner, and he lay on his stomach on the floor, doing homework, while I sat beside him with my laptop.

“Can I ask you something?” he questioned a little while later. When I nodded, he continued. “Why do I cry?”

“I think it’s a combination of everything. The emotions and endorphins and being laid bare. It’s a lot to take in.”

He nodded, looking satisfied with that answer.

I’d never been a fan of kissing. It wasn’t that I hated it, but I didn’t get the draw. Suddenly, though…I did. I teased his lips open and took his mouth again. His taste was familiar, comfortable, and yes, it was abundantly clear I did enjoy kissing now. He smiled when I pulled away, likely knowing it.

When it was time to sleep, I went up with him, watched him as he crawled into bed, before going to my own.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Finley

The sun warmed my skin the moment I stepped outside. It was a gorgeous day, and I was suddenly super thankful to be meeting Ian at an outdoor café, just down the street from campus.



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