Chapter 23
DANIEL
The three of us fell asleep quickly, sated and full of cheese.
I didn’t move from the position I last remembered being in, on my back with Finn using my arm as a pillow.
Sophie slept the whole night tucked into Finn’s arms, and when I woke Saturday morning, she’d already gotten up.
It was usual with her, an early riser and a night owl in the same body.
Most of the time, Sophie got up whenever it suited her and she let me sleep, but it was hard to ignore the fact she’d probably been extra quiet getting out of bed that morning to give me something else I needed just as badly.
I gently settled my hand on Finn’s hip and thrust my lower body against his ass, urging him awake. He didn’t stir, so I wiggled away from him, content instead to let him rest.
“Don’t stop,” he said, voice rough and thick with sleep.
I slid my hand from his hip around to the crack of his ass, my finger dipping toward his hole.
“Can I fuck you?”
He consented with a nod, moving his head so I could get my other arm out from beneath him.
I grabbed a condom from the drawer and lube from the nightstand, making a mess of myself and the sheets in the process.
Finn kept his eyes closed the entire time, hair tangled in his face and body slowly grinding against nothing.
I arranged myself behind him again, sliding my fingers over his hole before easing one into him. My other arm banded around Finn’s chest, and he sucked in a shaky breath when I entered him.
“Slow, baby,” he murmured. “It’s been awhile.”
I tried to not think too long or hard about what he meant by that.
Finn and I hadn’t been together in well over half a year.
Was he implying he hadn’t been with anyone since me?
Or that he hadn’t bottomed since me? I’d never thought to ask about the intricacies of his sex life with other partners because it hadn’t been any of my business, but something about the vulnerability in his simple words made me want to know.
Instead of asking, I added a second finger, grunting against the back of his neck when he shook in my arms.
“Please just do it,” he pleaded.
“That sounds like it’s a punishment.”
He shook his head, reaching back and grabbing my wrist. “This isn’t enough. I want more.”
“Greedy.”
I obliged him, easing my fingers out of him and lining my cock up with his hole.
“I know,” he agreed, and I breached him, one slow inch at a time.
Finn dropped his head back against my shoulder, every muscle in his body coiled tight and tense. I stopped, the grip of him almost too much to fight through.
“Finn,” I whispered his name into his ear, and he whispered mine back.
I reached between our bodies and fed another inch of my cock into him, hiking his leg up to make more room for me.
The sound that left his mouth was almost enough to make me blow my load on the spot, and that absolutely would not do.
I went as still as I could manage, letting him get used to the stretch and also giving him another chance to change his mind.
His chest heaved against my forearm, and I closed my eyes, counting his breaths until they slowed and fell into time with mine.
“Okay,” he said softly.
“I’ll go slow.”
“I know,” he whispered.
And I did.
So slow.
I moved inside of him carefully, not going all the way in, but giving him enough that he could feel it.
Finn made the most beautiful sounds, gasping for breath as his fingers scrabbled against the sheets.
This wasn’t anything like what it had been our first times together, and I understood he was giving me different parts of himself now than he had before.
I closed my eyes and buried my nose in the back of his hair, letting my hand drag down his chest until my fingers grazed the leaking tip of his cock.
Finn’s whole body trembled violently, and he smacked my hand away, giving me a self-deprecating laugh. “If you touch me, I’ll come.”
“I want you to come.”
“Not yet,” he rasped. “Let me feel this.”
Eager to give him what he wanted, I thrust into him a little harder than I had been.
He responded with a curse and a moan, and I pulled away until my cock slipped out of him.
I was so hard it hurt, and Finn winced, but I moved him onto his back, used my hips to spread his legs, and I slid right back into him.
Having Finn beneath me was better than I could have fantasized. His long torso pressed against mine as he arched off the bed, and I fell forward over the top of him, patting the outside of his thigh with one hand and bracing myself against the sheets with the other.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
He did, heels digging into the backs of my thighs.
I wanted to fuck him harder, well and truly make him feel me for the rest of the day, but there was a tentative quiet of the moment that didn’t allow me to let loose.
Instead, I gave him tenderness. I gave him attention.
I imagined Sophie in the kitchen with her laptop and her coffee, headphones in so she couldn’t hear the way Finn moaned when I bottomed out inside of him.
God, I was in love with Sophie.
I couldn’t wait to make her my wife.
Shuddering, I brought myself back to my bed, back to the man beneath me. Finn’s cheeks were flushed, his eyes screwed shut.
“Hey.” I knocked my nose against his, kissing his upper lip. “You look like you hate this.”
“I’m trying not to come,” he said through gritted teeth. “Whatever the opposite of hate is, that’s how I’m feeling right now.”
Something bright and unplanned exploded in the center of my chest and I reached again between our bodies to skirt my fingers across Finn’s cock. He was hard and hot to the touch, and I knew it had to hurt him to be so swollen with want.
“What happens if you come?”
“It’s over.”
“I won’t stop,” I promised. “I’ll make sure you get what you need.”
Finn’s lashes fluttered, but he didn’t open his eyes.
He also didn’t try to bat my hand away again, so I made a casual fist around his shaft and let the slow motion of my hips move my arm.
My fingers were still slippery with lube, and I could feel Finn’s pulse against my palm.
He wasn’t the only one close, but there was no way I was going to finish myself off before getting him to the end.
“Don’t stop,” Finn whispered against my mouth, and then his entire body quaked before stilling.
A hot stream of cum spilled over my knuckles, and I used it as lube to keep stroking him until he’d finished entirely. I didn’t let him go after that, only loosening my grip and keeping him in my hand.
I kissed him next, and the sounds he made were some of the most gorgeous things I’d ever heard.
Finn Covington was exposed and undone in a way I’d never seen before.
In a way I didn’t think many people had seen.
His legs fell open, spread on either side of me, and I adjusted myself to get a better, deeper angle.
I had to let go of his dick to balance myself, shuddering with every thrust.
Finn grabbed my head, fingers threading into my hair and he held my head steady, kissing me back.
He kissed me in a dangerous way, like a man possessed with a curious and hot tongue that wanted to explore every inch of my mouth.
I was helpless for him, as subservient to him already as I’d been to Sophie for the past eight years.
Maybe he’d been on to something at our dinner because there wasn’t a single thing I wouldn’t do for her or give her, and with Finn coming apart beneath me, I had the same sense of possession and devotion course through me.
Lost to him, I hiked one of his legs up, almost over my shoulder but not quite. I knew he’d be sensitive and I didn’t want to hurt him, but I also wanted to follow him over that cliff.
I nipped his lower lip between my teeth. His hold on my head tightened, and I thrust hard and deep into him. I was so close, right on the edge and ready to fall.
“Look at me,” I whispered.
We were so close, far too close to see each other properly, but Finn did open his eyes at my request, the gorgeous golden hazel of his irises almost completely obscured by his dark and dilated pupils.
It was too much and it was enough, and my pace faltered as I sank all the way inside of him.
Finn threw his head back, throat on display like an offering, and I sealed my mouth around the swell of his Adam’s apple as the first shot of cum filled the condom.
One after another after another, I came inside of him, my body out of my own control.
I had the sense to bare my teeth against his skin, a better option over sucking a bruise into his neck.
Finn whimpered and my hips jerked through the end of my orgasm.
His fingers left my hair and moved over my shoulders, down the outside of my arms, across my shoulder blades and back again.
He petted me gently and carefully like I was the one who needed reassurance, not him.
Like I’d been the one to offer him something previously out of reach and not the other way around.
“You never…” He trailed off, tongue making a clicking sound against the roof of his mouth when he swallowed. “You never did it like that before.”
I finally uncurled my fingers from his still hard cock so I could reach back and ease myself out of him. Finn grimaced, and I gently lowered his leg back down to the bed, kneading the muscles of his thigh before rolling him onto his side and taking him into my arms.
“What do you mean?”
He nestled against me like a cat, reaching back and gently petting the side of my thigh. “That was not the way you fucked me…before.”
“That was not the way you wanted to be fucked.”
“No,” he murmured. “It wasn’t.”
There was something unspoken that hovered in the air, something he wanted to say and something I needed to tell him, but the words escaped us both so I held him until it didn’t hurt to breathe anymore.
“I could probably get used to waking up like that,” Finn finally said.
I huffed out a tired laugh and kissed the back of his neck. “Do you want to shower before coffee?”
“Are you?”
“Literally never.”
He laughed at that, rolling over to face me.
His expression was more serious than I’d expected, and it sobered me quickly.
Finn pressed his fingertips against my cheekbone, and I sucked in a breath, kissing his palm and letting my eyes close.
It would be too easy, I thought, to worship him the same way I worshipped Sophie.
To make myself available to him and give him everything he wanted.
He’d told us both more than once he was a greedy lover, and hell if I didn’t want him to take it all from me.
From her.
Us.
“Coffee, then,” he suggested.
I went into the bathroom to dispose of the condom, wondering if it was too soon to talk about getting tested so we could forego them.
If that was even something he or Sophie would want.
Sophie was on birth control and had been for most of her life, so an unwanted pregnancy was less of a concern than anything else.
She and I had always been careful with our other partners and we got tested frequently, even though we’d always had a rule about using protection.
I thought, though, that maybe with Finn we could reevaluate the rule.
Just as we’d reevaluated the rules of how open our relationship was.
I didn’t think Sophie wanted any other partners, and I hadn’t even thought about it since the first night Finn showed up on our porch.
“Are you seeing other people?” I blurted, coming back from the bathroom and grabbing a clean pair of underwear out of the dresser.
The question seemed to catch him off-guard, and he paused, lounge pants halfway up his thighs.
“No,” he said cautiously.
“Do you want to?”
Finn frowned at the question, and I knew I’d messed up.
He pulled his pants the rest of the way on and turned to face me, eyes narrowed.
“No,” he said again, swallowing hard. “Are you seeing other people?”
“Just Sophie.”
“And is she?” he asked.
I shook my head. “That’s not how I meant it.”
Finn chewed on the inside of his cheek, eyeing me doubtfully.
The color of his eyes had returned to normal and he regarded me warily.
I reached for him, tapping my thumb against my fingers until he shuffled toward me, into the open space between my spread knees.
I brought him closer until—with some reluctance—he straddled me on the side of the bed.
“I hated coming in that condom is all,” I told him, brushing hair away from his face. “I wanted to come inside of you, I want…” I didn’t finish the thought, knowing if I talked about him coming inside of Sophie that neither of us would make it out of the bedroom, and I really did want coffee.
“I can get tested,” Finn said simply.
“If you want to.”
His stare moved across my face, cataloging every wrinkle and frown line and freckle. He watched me with a careful insistence that had a shiver emanating from the base of my spine from the attention. I bracketed my hands around his hips and held him on my lap.
“Everything that just happened, Finn, I meant it,” I told him softly.
All the things we didn’t say.
The things we’d felt.
Finn leaned in and brushed his mouth against mine, smiling against my kiss-swollen lips.
“I’ll get tested,” he said again like he’d made up his mind. “Next week. But first—”
“Coffee.”