Free Falling For Disaster by K. Sterling Page B

beer. It was a great speech but it didn’t mean Finn had to lose his fucking mind and drool all over Saint’s cock.
    Finn groaned as he slid onto his side and rolled onto his back. Baby Jesus, that cock. It was huge and completely perfect. A giggle tickled Finn’s throat as he stared at the ceiling. Saint could be a dick model. For whatever it was they needed pictures of perfect dicks for. Or they could make a mold out of it. The giggle burst free and Finn was senseless. He rolled on the floor, laughing until he was in tears. When he could finally breathe, Finn decided his life would be infinitely better if he could have a dildo made to look, feel and taste just like Saint. Because honestly, all Saint was good for was fucking. If it weren’t for that beautiful cock, Saint would be of no use to Finn. When did you become such a size queen? He scolded.
    Saint was pretty good at sucking cock too. Finn covered his face with his hands so that he couldn’t see the ceiling spin. Fine, he’s really good at fucking and he gives a really good blow-job. That’s it. Finn tried to nod in agreement but his stomach churned violently. Don’t do that again. And while you’re at it, stop denying that you could listen to him read phone books or that you wouldn’t love to bury your face in his hair and take the best nap ever. He sighed as he remembered Saint’s hurting dick speech. It would have worked if Saint had a voice like a rusty trombone. But Saint had one of those deep, sexy rumbles that reminded Finn of really smooth bourbon. It was smokey and deep with hints of oak and vanilla. Wait. He frowned as he tried to clear his head. Whatever. His voice is oaky and vanilla-ie. And you act like you’re drunk when he touches you. Stop letting him touch you. Finn groaned again. You won’t do a damn thing if he shows up on your door step and whips out his cock. Finn flung his arms wide and welcomed the darkening of his vision and the way his body became so heavy, it felt like he was holding down the floor as it rose and tilted beneath him. His cock is so good. Finn exhaled slowly and then he was gone.

Chapter 12
     
    They were in a bed. Saint’s arms wouldn’t work but he could feel Finn’s hands sliding up his stomach as his lips brushed up the length of Saint’s cock. He was so hard and Finn was teasing him. Saint’s lips were a little numb but he managed to make them smile as Finn’s lips slid up and down the shaft. He kept avoiding the head. A moan rattled in Saint’s throat as the soft, wet heat of Finn’s tongue teased the underside before it swept back down. Saint wanted to watch, to see Finn’s lips and tongue all over his cock as he licked and sucked greedily but Saint’s eyelids were so heavy.
    “That’s it,” Saint slurred. “You’re so good. Don’t stop,” he begged and he gasped as Finn’s lips wrapped around his cock and he began to suck. Saint’s head rolled from side to side as Finn’s hand stroked in time with the rise and fall of his head. It was so good but Saint needed more. He needed the hard heat of Finn’s ass clenching tight around him. Saint tried to open his eyes but they rolled and the lids wouldn’t lift. “I need to fuck you. Ride my cock,” he commanded and he heard a soft, muffled moan.
    It wasn’t right. It sounded like it was slow and almost drippy and it echoed. He was able to shake his head and the echoing stopped as Finn crawled over Saint’s body. Legs gripped his hips and hands pushed against his chest and Saint sighed as his erection was bathed in slick heat. He heard a gasp and he frowned as he was bathed in lush softness. No… It’s not right. Saint’s head thrashed on the pillow as he tried to wake up. Finn wasn’t right. He was too soft, too wet. It wasn’t like before.
    “God, baby! I love fucking you,” Rose whimpered. “Your cock feels so good,” she gasped and it was as if someone dumped a bucket of ice water on Saint.
    He hissed as his eyes snapped open.