Falling For Disaster by K. Sterling Page B

else for days,” he murmured. His eyes were heavy and his chest rose and fell rapidly as he stared down at Finn. He was so potent and beautiful, Finn was helpless. He nodded as he took the lube and condoms from Saint. Finn ripped open the wrapper and stretched the condom over the head of Saint’s erection. His eyes held Saint’s as he stroked a thick layer of lube over his heavy length and Saint bit his lip as he groaned. “Please… I need you,” he rasped and Finn was on his feet. He steadied himself with his hands on Saint’s shoulders and shivered as Saint’s hands swept reverently up his back as he dropped onto Saint’s lap.
    Saint slid a hand into Finn’s hair and pulled his lips down and his tongue surged into Finn’s mouth as Saint positioned the head at Finn’s entrance. Finn tilted his head and took the kiss deeper as he sat and pushed against Saint’s cock as it pressed into his passage. There was a brief stinging burn but it was quickly drowned out by tingling fullness as he stretched around Saint.
    Finn’s ass hit Saint’s thighs and Saint shuddered as a low, rumbling groan poured from his lips. That was all Finn needed. He gripped Saint’s hips with his knees, grabbed the back of the couch with one hand and got a hold of Saint’s hair with the other and started riding him. He slid, rocked, ground and clenched until Saint was delirious and Finn was nearly to muscle failure. Finn’s world exploded when Saint’s hands locked around his waist and he pulled down as he thrust hard into Finn’s tight passage. Saint screamed Finn’s name as his body thrashed and bucked on the couch beneath him. Finn convulsed and swayed and would have fallen back on the coffee table if Saint hadn’t grabbed his arm and pulled Finn against his chest. Finn hissed into the corner of Saint’s neck as a hot, wet slick spread between them, coating their chests as Finn melted over Saint. When Finn could talk he raised his head and looked at the clock. It had taken less than thirty minutes and Saint said he had hours. Finn chewed his lip as he considered then looked back at Saint.
    “So…now what?” He asked and Saint shrugged.
    “I don’t know. What were you planning to do before I got here?” Saint asked and Finn waved at the pile of books on the table.
    “The usual. Read, drink a few beers and listen to some music,” Finn said and there was a slight twitching at the corners of Saint’s lips.
    “Do that, then,” he said and slapped Finn on the ass and gestured for him to get up. Finn winced as he rose, turned and then fell onto the couch next to Saint.
    “What are you going to do while I’m reading?” Finn asked and Saint shrugged again as his eyes drifted around the room.
    “I’ll find something to keep me entertained,” he mumbled before he got up. Finn watched as Saint walked into the kitchen. His jeans fell just below his ass and Finn sighed contentedly and licked his lips as he stared at the tight, round globes. Saint pulled the condom off with a loud snap and dropped it into the trash can before he leaned against the counter. He winked at Finn as his finger slid up his stomach, collecting Finn’s come before Saint raised it to his lips and sucked it clean. “You taste like grapefruit,” Saint said as he reached for the paper towels, tore off a sheet and wiped off his stomach. Once he was cleaned off, he grabbed two beers and returned to the couch. He set them on the table then kneeled on the couch and pushed Finn onto his back. Finn’s mouth fell open as Saint’s head dropped then gasped as the tickle of his beard merged with the hot, slippery sweep of his tongue across Finn’s skin as Saint licked him clean. “I love grapefruit,” he announced as he raised his head and found Finn staring down at him in shock.
    “Ok,” Finn squeaked and Saint laughed as he stood and swiped his beer off the table. Finn was about to get up when Saint tossed his pants at him.
    “Just those,” he said before