The man let out a chuckle.
It was low and very rich like dark chocolate melting on the tongue, and it sent an unexpected shiver down Finn's spine. His cock stirred in his pants, responding to that laugh in a way that was both surprising and deeply arousing.
What the heck was that? Finn couldn't help but wonder in shock.
As if he knew what his laugh had just done to Finn, the man set down his glass and turned to look at Finn for the first time.
His sharp gray eyes seemed to assess Finn as the two men held the intense gaze. In the man's eyes, there was amusement there, but also something else- something dangerous and controlled.
After a moment, still holding Finn's gaze, the man began to talk;
"I don't need to spend the night with you to give you what you need, Finnnn." The man said, his voice smooth and intoxicating, each word deliberate.
And the way he said Finn's name- like he was tasting it, savoring it, made heat pool low in Finn's stomach. His breath caught, and he hated how obvious his reaction must have been.
The man's lips curved into a small, knowing smile then he continued, his voice dropping lower but more confidently;
"I can give you what you are chasing after, right here, right now. A release. Without even touching you properly."
Finn blinked, his mouth going dry as he allowed his mind to think of the seemingly impossible for a split second.
"What? How is that even possible?" He asked in a low voice.
Instead of replying, the stranger's hand slowly moved and came to rest on Finn's lap, without warning.
The touch was light, almost casual as if they were familiar and it was something that had been happening between them, but it seemed to burn through the fabric of Finn's pants, and Finn shivered despite himself.
The man leaned in closer, his eyes locking onto Finn's with devastating intensity.
"Let me tell you what you would be taking," the man began softly, his voice was intoxicating like velvet and sin.
Finn blinked again at the rawness of the man's words but stayed quiet to listen to him.
"I'm thick. So thick your fingers wouldn't be able to wrap around it. And long, nine inches of hard cock that would stretch you in ways you have never been stretched before."
Finn's breath stuttered, his pulse spiking instantly.
"It's heavy," the man continued, his gaze never leaving Finn's face. "The kind of weight you would feel in your hand, in your mouth, deep inside you. The head is thick too- swollen and demanding. It wouldn't slip in easy. You would have to work for it."
A soft, involuntary sound escaped Finn's throat and he swallowed hard. An image was already forming in his head.
"Can you imagine it?" the man tilted his head. "Nine thick inches that would make you question whether you could really take it all. Whether that tight little body of yours could handle being filled so completely."
Finn was already hardening, his cock responding eagerly to every filthy word.
"You are thinking about it now, aren't you?" the man murmured, his thumb moving in a lazy circle against Finn's thigh. "Wondering what it would feel like. Wondering if you could actually take all of me."
"Yes," Finn breathed, the admission escaping before he could stop it and his face heat up with embarrassment.
The man's smile widened, predatory and satisfied.
"Good," he said. "Now get on your knees for me."
Finn's breath hitched. He wasn't on his knees, but the command made his body respond as if he was. It made him imagine himself there, looking up at this stranger with desperate eyes.
"That's it," the man continued, his gaze never wavering. "Now open that pretty mouth. Wider. You will need to if you want to fit me."
Finn's lips parted involuntarily, his breathing already ragged.
"Look at you," the man purred, his voice thick with dark satisfaction. "Already so eager. Now take the head first. Feel how thick it is pushing past your lips, stretching your mouth wide."
Finn could feel it, the ultimate stretch, the impossible thickness pressing against his tongue.
"Now take more," the man commanded softly. "Three inches. Four. Feel it filling your mouth, pushing toward your throat. That's barely half, and you are already struggling, aren't you?"
A whimper escaped Finn's throat. His whole body was trembling now, caught in the spell of that voice, those eyes.
"Deeper," the man ordered, his hand pressing slightly harder against Finn's lap. "Five inches. Six. Feel it hitting the back of your throat now. That thick cock stretching your throat open, making you gag."
Finn's throat constricted reflexively, his eyes already starting to water from the vivid imagery.
"All nine inches," the man growled. "Take every single inch. Choke on it. Let me feel that tight throat struggling to accommodate my cock while tears run down your face and you can't breathe."
Finn gasped, his hips shifting restlessly against the stranger's palm.
"Good boy," the man praised, and the words sent pleasure shooting straight to Finn's groin. "Now pull back. Gasp for air. Then take it again. Show me how desperate you are for it."
Finn was panting now, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants.
"Close your eyes," the man ordered suddenly, his voice soft but commanding.
Finn hesitated for just a heartbeat, then obeyed. His eyes fluttered shut.
Immediately, the world narrowed to just sensation and that sinful voice, everything else had been blocked out.
"Now bend over for me," the man whispered. "Spread yourself wide. Feel my hands on your ass, pulling you open, exposing that tight little hole."
Finn moaned, his body arching slightly as if the touch was real.
"I'm pushing the head inside you now," the man continued, his voice relentless, devastating. "Feel how thick it is. How your body resists at first because nine inches is so much to take. Feel yourself stretching around just the tip."
Strangely, Finn could feel it- the impossible stretch, the burn, the overwhelming pressure.
"More now," the man commanded. "Three inches. Four. Feel every thick inch pushing deeper inside you, forcing you open, making room where there wasn't any before."
"Oh God," Finn breathed, his voice wrecked.
"Halfway there," the man growled. "Five inches buried inside that tight ass. You are already so full, aren't you? Already feeling like you can't take anymore. But you will. You are going to take all of me."
"I'm going to make you take it all..."
Finn was shaking violently now, completely lost in the fantasy.
"Seven inches," the man continued. "Eight. Feel it pushing so deep you can barely breathe. Feel your body struggling to accommodate every thick inch."
"Oh my my...," Finn whimpered, totally lost.
"All nine inches," the man whispered darkly. "Buried so deep inside you that you can taste it. So deep you will never forget what it feels like to be completely filled."
Finn's whole body was wound impossibly tight, balanced on the edge of something catastrophic.
"Now I'm fucking you," the man said, his voice dropping to a growl. "Hard. Deep. Pulling almost all the way out and slamming all nine inches back inside. Making you feel every single thrust. Your body's taking it, clenching around me, begging for more even as you fall apart."
"Yes," Finn gasped.
"And you are screaming that your hole belongs to me." the man whispered.
"Completely." The word tore from Finn's mouth and the man continued;
"Your pleasure belongs to me. And you are going to come for me. Right now. Come while I fill you with every thick inch. Come while you imagine my cock buried so deep inside you that you will never forget it."
The orgasm detonated inside Finn with devastating force.
He came hard, pleasure ripping through him in brutal, relentless waves that left him gasping and shaking. His whole body convulsed with it, and he had to grip the edge of the bar to keep from collapsing completely.
When the waves finally subsided, Finn slowly opened his eyes, still trembling, still trying to remember how to breathe but...
The stranger was gone.
The stool across from him was empty. The man had vanished like he had never been there at all.
Finn's eyes widened in shock, and he stood up so fast he nearly knocked over his own stool.
"Where is he?" Finn yelled, his voice cutting through the music.
His followers jumped to attention immediately. People turned to stare. Finn spun around, searching the crowd desperately, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.
"I must find him. Search everywhere now and don't you dare come back if you can't find him!" Finn ordered his followers.