Chapter 17
Finn
Iwiped my hands on my sweatpants, then reached for the door. Just another minute until Eric would be here. Finally. It’d merely been a week we’d spent apart, yet it felt like it’d been ages. Our timing had just been so damn off.
First, my parents had come up here for a visit—and Eric and I definitely weren’t ready for the whole meet-the-parents thing yet.
Then Eric’s friend had something going on, and Eric had needed to help, then I’d promised my friend to meet up for a trivia night, the first one in months I’d managed to attend, and Eric had some kind of appointment in the morning.
Oh, we’d texted and talked a lot, but it just wasn’t the same.
But now he was finally gonna be here. Any second now, the elevator door would slide open and… there.
My smile was so wide it hurt as Eric came into view, his face this stoic, resting mask until he spotted me standing in the doorway. He lit up then; the smile brightening his face until he looked like he was glowing. He picked up speed and then suddenly crashed into me.
I laughed, even as my back hit the wall inside my apartment with a dull thud and the air was punched from my lungs. Eric was crowding me, his body pressing against mine, the cold and wetness from outside soaking through my clothes in seconds.
I didn’t mind, though. Couldn’t mind when his lips on mine were so fucking hot they lit a fire inside me.
Couldn’t mind when his thigh forced my legs apart and put pressure on my cock.
Couldn’t mind when he moaned as our tongues met for the first time.
Couldn’t mind when I tasted my favorite fucking tea on him.
“Missed you,” Eric murmured against my lips, his voice laced with desperation as his hands found their way into my hair, holding on for dear life. “Missed you so fucking much.”
“Me too.”
His eyes flashed, and then he was on me again, mouth crashing against mine, our teeth clacking.
I let out a little laugh that turned into a surprised yelp as Eric hoisted me up and carried me through the apartment, our lips never losing contact until he threw me onto my mattress.
“Seriously, dude,” I said with a laugh as I bounced off the mattress. “What’s your workout routine? It’s not like I’m made of feathers.”
Eric just snorted, looking down at me with an intense stare as his fingers worked quickly to unbutton his coat.
“I’m just naturally strong.”
Rolling my eyes, I pushed myself up onto my elbows, watching Eric like a hawk.
“Natural strength, my ass.”
Eric shrugged, eyes boring into me. His coat was already gone, carelessly flung over the backrest of my couch, but Eric wasn’t done. He reached for the hem of his pullover, his eyes never leaving me.
“I don’t know what you want me to tell you. I’m not going to the gym. This is just the way I am.”
Said the person with a fucking six-pack.
“Sure.” He must’ve noticed the snark in my voice, but then again, I hadn’t done anything to mask it.
“It’s true. I used to work out whenever I had the chance before the…
accident. Do you really want to argue about my possible fitness routine right now?
If you want us to go for a run more often, we can.
If you want us to go to the gym together, we can.
But right now, I’m not in the mood for a gym visit.
I had a different kind of workout in mind. ”
And with that, he unceremoniously dropped his pants.
Holy fucking shit, he’d been going commando.
His cock slapped against his taut belly as his lips tilted into a daring smirk, his hand casually wrapping around his erection.
“Fuck,” I mumbled, scrambling to get my clothes off.
He was right—why waste time with a nonsensical argument?
So yeah, maybe he naturally had the strength of the Hulk and the build of some kind of Olympian athlete.
Genes were funny that way, and I wasn’t about to complain about his near-perfect physique.
Seriously, the one thing I could probably complain about was his muscles being too hard and not soft and cuddly enough.
I was still busy stripping off my sweatpants as the bed dipped, and Eric helped me along by ripping off the offending piece of fabric with a grunt.
Then he was on to me again, his body weight pressing me deeper into the mattress.
My hands slid up and down his back, following the dips and planes of his muscles, his skin cold to the touch but heating slowly.
His cock brushed against mine, the friction sending sparks through my body.
I could feel Eric grinning against my lips as he lightly thrust against me for a second time before pulling back, hovering over me.
Two could play that game. I grabbed the globes of his ass and pulled him down, hooking my leg around his for good measure.
Eric let out a little surprised laugh, but didn’t seem to mind—quite the opposite, actually. He ground his cock against mine, his glutes flexing in my hands.
I moaned, and Eric dipped his tongue deeper into my mouth, arms caging me in, hands brushing my hair out of my face in a surprisingly gentle gesture.
“God, Finn, look at you,” he mumbled, voice laced with so much desire it hurt to hear. “Been waiting for this for so long.”
“Me too,” I said. The week had felt like months.
Eric snorted as if I’d just made the most hilarious joke ever, but he didn’t say anything. He just watched me with those intense blue eyes, his thumb brushing over my cheekbone.
“What do you want?” he asked.
My chest was still heaving from our kiss, my cock aching.
“You,” I said.
Eric grinned, his thumb following the shape of my lips.
“You got me.”
“In me.”
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t stand to look away from Eric for more than a second. There was just so much going on in his face, so many emotions flickering through his eyes, it seemed impossible to grasp them all before they were gone.
Sliding his thumb into my mouth, he quirked a smile. “That what you mean?”
I couldn’t help it—I bit him. Not hard, but hard enough for him to feel it.
“Stop joking around. I need you.” To prove my point, I thrust up, my hard cock dragging along his equally hard shaft.
“Okay, okay.” His grin was entirely unapologetic, but he still shifted his weight a little so he could reach between us.
Bypassing our cocks entirely, his fingers danced over my skin, getting closer and closer to my entrance.
My eyes fluttered shut as his fingertips reached my ring of muscles, putting the slightest bit of pressure there.
His lips found mine again, and he swallowed a groan as he increased the pressure, still playfully, not actually trying to enter me yet.
“Lube?” he whispered, almost too quietly for me to hear.
I reached up blindly, trying to find my nightstand at the top end of my bed. I was prepared. Hell, I was prepared in a lot of ways. I’d had the whole fucking day, and I’d spent it anxiously waiting to finally see him again, so… yeah. Prepared.
Eric chuckled and sat up. Immediately missing him, my body ached for his slightly cool skin, for his weight on top of me.
But dear lord, he was a fucking sight. His cock jutting out from him, glistening with precum—no idea if it was mine or his—his abs tightening under my watch.
Yeah, there was no chance in hell he didn’t have some kind of workout routine. No one, no matter the genetics, had a body this sculpted without putting any amount of work into it.
Eric leaned forward, reaching for the lube, and I used the opportunity to lick over his abs, following the ridges of his six-pack.
He gave me a hard stare, but I just giggled, which turned into a yelp as he kneeled between my legs and grabbed my ankle to pull me down a little.
I heard the click of the lube bottle, and my cock twitched. I reached for it, cupping it in my hand and giving it a squeeze to relieve a bit of pressure.
Eric’s eyes glinted as his slick fingers massaged my taint. “That desperate?”
“It’s been a long day. Long time to wait for you to finally show up.”
For a moment, his face… glitched, turning all sad and regretful. But just a blink later, the regret I’d definitely seen was replaced by something else.
“Let me make it up to you,” he whispered as his finger nudged against my hole again, entering easily.
I let out a little moan. “Surprise.”
Eric grinned. “You weren’t kidding when you said you’ve been waiting for a long time, huh? Were you thinking about me when you got yourself ready for me?”
“Who else would I be thinking about?”
He shrugged, but the glint in his eyes told me he was happy with my answer. Happy that there was no one but him.
He pulled out of me, leaving me empty and aching, before two fingers entered me, spreading more cold lube, slicking his thrusts.
My eyes fell shut again as he built a rhythm, my cock leaking onto my stomach.
“Fuck, Eric, I’m ready.”
I didn’t need more fucking foreplay or prep. What I needed was him and his dick in my ass.
“You’re impatient.” Eric shook his head, a couple of strands of hair falling onto his forehead. “Why did I ever think you were meek and innocent?”
I snorted. Never in my life had anyone who’d known me for more than a few minutes thought I was meek.
“I’m neither meek nor innocent. Which is exactly why I’m telling you what I want: for you to get on with it and fuck me.”
If he wanted to, we could talk about me not being shy or whatever when we were done. Now definitely wasn’t the right time for that.
Eric pulled his fingers out, checking in with me one last time, waiting for a nod before he placed his cock at my entrance and slowly but steadily pushed in.
I threw my head back, eyes falling shut as I felt him inside me, the pressure too much to handle, while at the same time not enough. I needed more. Needed him to pound me into the mattress.
But Eric was in no rush; he just kept pushing in.