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His Helper - Part 4: Heartache & Chocolate Cake,
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Only then do I pull away, grab his hand, and navigate our way to the dimly lit Italian restaurant three blocks down.
Deprived of release, Finn scowls at me the entire walk, burning a hole through the side of my skull. At least he doesn’t have time to focus on the people or anything else. By the time the hostess seats us in the back, in an alcove by a tinted window, Finn finally quits scowling and blinks as if just now realizing where we are.
“You… You did that on purpose,” he accuses.
I flash a knowing smile and wink. “Yes, and it worked.”
Head shaking as if he doesn’t know what to do with me, Finn slides closer in the booth, our legs touching. Far braver than I expect, he grips me over my own jeans. I gasp at the firmness of his touch, at the brand of ownership. Finn leans in and nips the side of my throat, shocking the hell out of me.
“Baby.” I rub his palm up and down my aching member.
He purrs in my ear, nuzzling his nose there.
Fuck.
Our waiter arrives, takes one look at Finn, and gapes.
I know.
He’s gorgeous.
It takes a full minute of standing there before Finn realizes we have a guest, and he pulls back. I expect him to apologize. Finn simply smiles at the man. The young waiter’s eyes widen further.
“Ca-can I get you anything to drink?” he sputters.
Finn looks to me for an answer.
“Do you have a wine list?”
The waiter slides the folder across the black table to us.
Beside me, Finn brazenly strokes my cock as we attempt to read through the wine options.
“This.” I point to a sweeter white.
Finn hums his approval and offers a slight nod.
The waiter scampers off. When I know he’s out of earshot, I turn to my very surprising, very naughty partner. “What do you think you’re doing, sweetheart?”
“I’m trying something.”
“And what’s that?”
“The more I touch you. The less… ya know… happens.”
“You’re calmer?”
“Yes. I don’t feel anything but the need to touch you right now.”
“If I come, are you gonna clean up the mess with your mouth?”
Finn’s cheeks turn molten. His lips part. A gasp escapes. “You’d want me to do that here?”
“If you make me come, yes. I want you to clean up the mess with your mouth. You make a mess. You clean up the mess, Finn.”
Finn shifts beside me as if he doesn’t know if he loves or hates the idea.
Mind made up, the hand at my crotch squeezes.
Game on.
We order, and we eat.
Our conversation flows as freely as it always does.
Finn talks of his newest book—the Elf series. I’ve been listening to the audio in my Jeep between work clients, when I’m at the gym on my lunch breaks, or when I drive to visit him. I’ve almost gotten through the entire catalog.
All the while, Finn drives me mad, stroking me—a slow torture.
Dessert arrives—a decadent slice of chocolate cake. Three layers, and in between those layers are shavings of chocolate and the thickest frosting.
Finn licks his lips at the hardy piece. I fork a bite and place it to his lips. Those eyes smolder as he slowly opens his mouth, slides tang inside, and savors the bite. A sensual moan rolls up his throat. I feed him a second bite, then set down the fork, unbutton my pants and pop my painfully hard dick out from the confines of my pants. Finn doesn’t hesitate to wrap around my shaft, stroking, stroking, stroking, as I resume feeding him bite after bite of chocolate cake. His little moans of pleasure spur me closer to completion.
The waiter returns with the check.
Finn doesn’t stop stroking.
“I’ll take this whenever you’re ready,” he says, resting it on the edge of the table.
Meeting his eyes, I nod, doing my damn best to not give away what we’re up to. He leaves, and I’m right there.
Throwing my napkin on the seat, I grip the back of Finn’s head and announce, “Can you get that for me, sweetheart?”
A husky whine leeches out of him as he nods once and folds over long enough to remove his hand, swallow the head of my dick, and catch my cum. Snapping my hips up, I fuck into Finn’s wet mouth, gritting my teeth as I ride out my climax, damn near breaking a tooth, trying not to moan.
As the last spurt fills my man's mouth, Finn sits up with my napkin in hand, wipes whatever remnants of wetness from his face, and sinks into the booth, breathing heavily.
Licking his lips, he hums. “You taste good.”
“Better than the chocolate cake?” I wink.
“Don’t push it.” He laughs, full of air and beauty.
I lean over and peck the corner of his mouth.
Finn returns the gesture, cupping my face and kissing me more thoroughly. “I love you,” he whispers against my lips.
“I love you more.”
“Thank you for bringing me here.”
I sweep my tongue over his bottom lip, tasting the remnants of me and the sweetness of chocolate. A perfect combination. “Anytime, sweetheart.”
“Next weekend?” He sounds hopeful.
“Sure.”
“I think I might like the city.”
“I think it likes you, too.” I know I do.
Finn nods, a sweet ruddiness filling his cheeks. He kisses me once more—simple and quick. “I wanna try everything with you.”
And so, he will.
I love this man. Showing him the world would be my pleasure.
Finn reaches for the bill and drops a stack of cash on top.
“I was…”
“Shhh.” Finn smiles, pressing the tip of his finger to my mouth. “It’s not every day a man can take his boyfriend to dinner and give him a blow job at the same time. My treat.” He winks, and in this moment, I fall even deeper in love with a man I don’t think I’ll ever be able to live without.
If I’m lucky, I won’t have to.
He’s it for me.
And I think I’m it for him, too.
The End
NOTE FROM AUTHOR
Readers,
Ya! You did it! You finished this series of short stories. Thank you for taking the time out of your busy life to enjoy Beck and Finn’s journey. It was a journey I didn’t expect, but a fun one to reveal book by book. Please let me know if you’d like to see more shorts of them in the future.
Peace, Bink.
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Bink Cummings, His Helper - Part 4: Heartache & Chocolate Cake
