Chapter 27
Finn pulls me to my feet and does what can only be called an attack on my mouth. It’s brutal and demanding and hot as hell. I suck on his tongue, and he groans and clutches my hips; I won’t be surprised if he leaves bruises. The kiss ends with a sharp nip to my bottom lip.
“You are fucking amazing,” he murmurs, still close enough to feel his breath on my lips. “That was amazing.” He presses another, more chaste kiss on my lips.
“What happens now?” I ask. I don’t just mean this minute; I want to know what he wants from me. I can envision us at Bound, me strapped to the huge oak cross in the middle of one of the stages. Christ, I can almost feel the sting of a heavy flogger as it flays over my skin.
“Jesus, Drake. What are you thinking? Because your dick is hard and throbbing against mine.” Finn’s hands move from my hip to the front of my sweats, cupping my dick and squeezing it hard. “Tell me, and I’ll let you come.”
Dare I tell him? We haven’t discussed any likes and dislikes.
I want to come though. When I lift my downcast eyes to look at him, there’s fire in his green eyes.
There’s no way he’ll be disappointed with anything I say.
“There’s a demo stage at my club that has an oak St Andrew’s cross.
I was thinking about being stretched out as you use a heavy flogger on me.
People are watching as you work me over.
I’ve got a cage on my dick, but I’m still dripping precum.
I’m begging you to fuck me, but you hold off until I come. ”
I watch his eyes darken, laden with lust. He licks his lips and keeps them parted. “You like all that, being watched, the cage, the flogger? You like pain?”
I nod. My mouth has gone dry, my throat like sandpaper. “Yes,” I croak.
“God, we’re going to have so much fun.” He looks around. “Go sit down.”
I take a seat on the sofa but keep my eyes on him. He’s tucked his dick away and saunters after me—even in a few steps, he manages to swagger. He drops to his knees between my legs and runs his hands up my thighs and onto my waistband.
“Get your dick out.”
I don’t hesitate and whip my dick out as fast as I can.
It stands upright away from my body, the head dark and ready as it pushes past my foreskin.
I know it’s big, but it’s not scary big.
I’ve never had any complaints. Rafe loved me fucking him.
I push that memory back in its cage where it belongs.
“That’s a nice-looking dick,” he says, then reaches out to stroke it; my eyes roll back at the perfect pressure. “Just beautiful, all I want you to do is feel. Let go, Drake.”
He keeps the pace as he fists my cock, twisting at the head as he reaches the crown.
It feels like there’s nothing I need to think about.
No stress, no planning for the future. All I have to do is let go to the sound of Finn’s voice as he talks dirty to me.
The ache in my balls turns to sparks as they draw up tight.
As my head drops to the back of the sofa, I arch up and let go.
My cum pours from my dick, and I look down to see Finn’s fist covered in it.
He keeps on stroking, but my dick is super sensitive, bordering on too painful.
He doesn’t stop. He keeps up the praise, the pressure, that little fucking twist, squeezing a little tighter on the upstroke.
My balls draw up again, and before I can even work out how he’s doing this, I’m coming again.
My jizz leaks, pulsing as it pours from my slit.
I don’t think I’ve ever come twice as quickly as that before.
He’s right when he says we’re going to be perfect together.
“Open up,” he says, lifting his hand up to my mouth. I lick and suck at the cum dripping from his fingers. It gets sloppy when he joins in, and our tongues tangle as we search for the last remnants of my release.
We collapse together on the couch, both quiet.
If he’s got the same rollercoaster of thoughts racing, dipping, and swirling around his brain, he’s going to be as hopeful as I am for the future.
The thought of my family knowing is a mixed one.
Memphis may not appreciate me being with his best friend, and Royal will feel the same as Memphis.
I doubt Knox or Saint will have an opinion, but after the breakdown with Pops, he’ll be worried about me.
“When can I see you again?” Finn asks, turning to face me. “If you’re still interested?”
I snort out a laugh. “I think we’ve sorted that part out, Finnegan.”
He scowls, making me chuckle even more. “Don’t call me that. Only my grandma gets away with it. But okay, we’ve sorted that. There’s still plenty of things to talk about, but it’s getting late. Can I come around tomorrow?”
I nod, then remember he didn’t drive here. “Where’s your car? I can take you home.”
“No worries. I’ll Uber it.” He stands up, then leans over me, still sprawled on the couch. “I had a great time.” His kiss is soft and lingering and over too soon. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He walks away.
A thought pops into my head, making me call him back. “Finn.” I wait for him to look at me. “Can we keep this from the others? I’m kinda private and like to keep it that way. For now, at least.”
He looks at me for a long time, then nods. “Sure.”
It’s not until I get into bed that I think about how he got to the gym. He must’ve driven; it’s too far from the flat to walk. So, why didn’t he drive to my dads? Maybe he did; I don’t know what he drives. I feel like it was something he planned.
I wake up when my phone rings. What the hell? I grab it and see it’s Rafe. I pause for a moment, what can he want? Of course, I answer it. After all, he answered my late-night call.
“Hey, Rafe, do you know what time it is?” I ask.
“Yeah, look. I’ve got a problem. I need your help. Some protection,” he says in a rush.
“Is there a reason?” It’s not usual for a bodyguard to leave a job.
“Where are you?” I have my fingers crossed he’s in the UK, even Europe. I want to see Finn again. He could come and see me, if he wanted to, and I think he wants to. Tonight was no fluke, no game he wanted to play.
“I’m in New York. I can have a plane ready to go for you at Luton in an hour.”
“Is it that much of a rush? Of course, it is; you wouldn’t have called me otherwise. Yes, I can get to Luton.”
He lets out a heavy sigh, sounding relieved. “Thank you.”
“It’s the least I can do. You came for me when I needed you.”
He promises to text me the details of the flight.
It’s not the first time I’ve used a private jet; I know where to go but the message comes quickly, confirming everything.
I grab my suitcases and start packing for all eventualities—from casual to black tie, I get it all sorted.
With my toiletries added, all I need is my passport and my firearm with all the paperwork that allows me to travel with it.
It takes me less than half an hour to get from my bed to my car.
The roads are quiet, letting me have an easy run to the airport and around to the private terminal where I’m greeted by a smartly dressed attendant.
“Mr Foster, this way.” He leads me to a Gulfstream G280 already with the steps down. My luggage is whisked away and stowed somewhere I don’t need to know about.
“We’ll be taking off in just a few minutes. If you can attach your seatbelt, we’re all set.”
I sit back in my seat and open my iPad. Rafe said he’d send over all the details of the tour; he’s only halfway through it.
There are another fifteen dates. I’m going to be there for at least three months.
The next list is the dates of the European leg.
Oh, Christ, another eighteen dates. This is going to be exhausting. The plus side is the massive pay.
I set a reminder to contact Pops to fill him in. He’ll worry about me running off, especially after the conversation earlier. Shit, was that only yesterday? So much has happened with Finn since dinner.
Oh crap. That’s not going to go down well. I haven’t explained that I often shoot off at the drop of the hat. Or that sometimes I have no way of knowing where I’ll be or how long I’ll be gone. I don’t expect him to be waiting for me; an orgasm each isn’t a relationship. This is how my life works.
After my reminder is set, I relax in my seat and close my eyes for the remainder of the flight in an attempt to sleep.
Once I’ve landed, I call Rafe. I’m grateful that he’s already here, waiting at the private terminal to collect me.
I walk out into the cold, but bright morning, and immediately reach for my Ray-Bans.
The back door of a black town car opens, and Rafe steps out, his smile tight.
I can see the stress in his rigid posture.
He’s already exhausted, but there’s something else in his eyes.
Something that only I, after being his sub for a year, would know. He’s hiding from me.
“I know it’s a huge imposition on your life, and I doubt it will be for too long. Lucas shouldn’t be gone for much longer. God, thank you, Drake. I wasn’t sure you’d come.”
“You came when I needed you.”