Chapter 33
“I’m all yours,” Drake says, unaware just how much those words mean to me. I’ve wasted too many hours dreaming, fantasising about this moment.
“Yes, you are. Now, where’s the lube?” I press a kiss to his mouth, then lean across to the nightstand and pull open the small single drawer. It’s a decent size bottle, which makes me chuckle. “You jack off a lot?”
“Only since I met you,” he quips, his voice now light with laughter. The smile on his face turns serious as he watches me drip the cold gel over my fingers. “It’s been a while.”
“I’ll go slowly. Can we talk about what happened later, maybe something I can help you recover from.
” I promise and kiss him deeply, giving him something else to think about.
He still tenses as I stroke my middle finger over his pucker.
I lift my head up to look down at him. “Still trust me?” I whisper, close enough for our lips to brush together.
“Yes,” he says on a sigh as I circle his rim and move up to his taint and smooth sac, then back down again.
I lean back between his legs and drizzle more lube down his solid shaft and over his balls; they wrinkle, drawing up at the cold liquid.
“Fuck…” he murmurs when I stroke his dick with one hand and get back to teasing his hole with my free fingers.
“Good?” I ask, staring down at his beautiful body.
The strong six-pack, the divine obliques pointing down to his groin and junk.
“Uh-huh.” His mouth is slack when I slip the tip of my finger inside him.
He’s so gorgeous; if this is what he looks like when we’re just getting warmed up, how’s it going to be when he fully submits and flies into subspace? I can’t wait to find out.
“More,” he says on another sigh. “Gimme more.”
I could admonish him for being pushy, that I’m the one in charge, but it’s not a scene. This is all about getting to know each other’s bodies. All the same, I can’t help but tease. “You’re bossy.”
“You’re taking it too slow,” he teases, his eyes opening, gold fire blazing in his hazel eyes, as one corner of his lips sneaks up into a smile. A dimple I hadn’t noticed before pops out.
“Fuck, you’re so cute.” I push my finger in deeper, only to withdraw and push in with two.
He’s really fucking tight around the two digits, clamping down as if it’s unwelcome; I’m going to have to stretch him carefully.
He deserves my attention, my gentle touch; especially after what happened, it’s understandable he’s fearful.
He’s being so brave—he means it when he says he trusts me.
“It’s okay. It’s only me and you. Relax, baby, and let me make you feel good. ”
He relaxes, squirming on my fingers, making them slip further inside.
I feel the spongy spot that will make him see stars and stroke over it.
A burst of precum drips from his slit. With one swipe of my thumb, I capture it, lifting it up to his lips and painting it over his bottom lip.
“Leave it,” I tell him as his tongue peeks out to lick at the slick shine.
I want to lick it, to taste him on my tongue, moaning as I pull his lip in my mouth sucking firmly until I bite down.
God, the noises he makes are going to make me come.
Enough playing now. It’s time to get down to business.
Two fingers become three until he’s panting and his cock is oozing precum like a lazy volcano spewing the last of its magma.
When I withdraw, the loosened muscles stay open for a moment.
Satisfied he’s ready for me, I coat my very neglected and eager cock and line up.
As the head slips inside, and Drake’s eyes roll back in his head, I lean forward to grab his wrists and push his arms up over his head.
Then, using my hips and core, I move inside him.
Slowly at first, taking my time to revel in the ripples of the muscles gripping my cock and knowing that soon, it won’t be enough.
Drake must feel the same way, and his legs wrap around me, his heels digging into my arse.
“You said it was going to be hard. Give it to me, Finn, fuck my arse like you own it. Make me yours.” He bites down on his lip as I release his hands and lean over him. I pull out, then slam back in.
It’s not enough; I want him to know I’m in charge now.
“Get on your hands and knees. And remember, you asked for it.” As soon as he’s scrambled into position, I grab his hips and thrust hard inside him.
His cry of pleasure spurs me on, and soon, I’ve got his shoulders, holding him half up from the bed, and I’m pistoning inside him.
My balls slap against him as sweat drips down my face and torso.
His back is shimmering with the same, the scars raised red welts across his back, but they only make him stronger, braver, and god, he’s mine.
“I’m gonna come,” he stutters out as I hit his prostate again and again. I love this angle!
I know my orgasm is building just as fast, and I want him to come first. I also want to watch him do it. Reluctantly, I pull out and flip him onto his back. I’m back inside him before he can put up a complaint. “Stroke your dick; I want to see you come.”
I keep up a rhythm, less punishing than a moment ago, but enough to get us both to the edge. I’m transfixed by his face as he pumps his cock fast; he’s close enough now for me to feel the quivering muscles as they tighten and get ready to grip me in a vice like grip.
“Come!” I command him and watch in awe as his back arches and thick, creamy spunk fires out, covering his fist, stomach, and chest. He must have been storing that up for some time.
His muscles milk my cock as I pick up speed again, chasing the fire that’s burning through my blood to my balls.
I know I’m gripping his shoulders hard, feeling my balls empty down my cock and into his hot channel.
As I slump forward, my hands now up by his head, Drake’s legs wrap around my waist, holding me firmly to him. His arms join in, and soon, I’m crushed in his grip.
“I’m gonna need to breathe again soon,” I chuckle into his ear.
“If you can laugh, you’re good,” he says and squeezes me tighter before letting his limbs drop to the bed.
I roll away, and we both cringe at the squelch of sticky cum as we separate.
“We need to shower this off, only I’m not sure my legs work yet,” I say as I run my fingers down Drake’s chest to his abdomen, swirling them through the now congealing happy trail.
“Was that hard enough for you?” I’m only half joking; we don’t know each other’s kinks or wants.
We don’t know much about each other at all, and that’s something that’s going to change, starting now.
“For vanilla sex, that was hot as fuck. You’ve got some strength to be able to hold me like that.
I’m going to need to up my gym hours to be able to keep up with you.
” He turns to face me, and I finally get to see what relaxed Drake looks like.
Properly relaxed, away from his brothers and parents.
The few times I’ve seen him with any of them, he’s like a guard dog, always making sure he’s watching them, keeping them safe.
Even if there’s no danger, he’s a protector.
“I think working out together will be fun. I’m already looking forward to leg days.” The sight of Drake squatting and stretching his quads is going to be a good one.
His cheeks turn pink, and a shy smile starts to grow, making him look much younger than his twenty-nine years. “Um, is this us going into the start of something?” He ducks his gaze, as if he’s unsure of my reply.
“Drake, I think somewhere in the last fifteen minutes or so, you asked me to make you mine. I take that shit seriously, and hell yeah, we’re in this now.” I push up on my elbow so I can see him properly. “Drake, I’ve been waiting for you. As long as we’re on the same page, this is it. We’re an us.”
“Good, now kiss me.” Drake pulls my head to meet his.
“Are you a bossy bottom or a bit of a diva?” I ask when I move back. “We’re going to have to write lists of our wants and desires and our limits.”
“I can be demanding, but more when a scene is being planned. I like to get what I want out of them, but also make sure my Dom, you, get the same. As long as we like the same things, I can’t see a problem.”
“Like what.” I shift to face him, lying on my side again.
“Well, I like being restrained. I like hot wax, clamps, floggers and canes more than whips, although I’m not sure any of those is a good idea for a while.
I like being watched but not shared. I don’t like blood, scat, or waterplay.
I’ll leave the pissing on his sub to Saint.
I don’t like being humiliated but love praise.
I like to dress up and look pretty, but masculine.
We can work on those details later. What about you? ”
“Lucky for you, I, too, love to play with wax, and an audience is always good for that. I like gags and other toys, plugs, cock rings, and cages. That sort of thing. I do like some waterplay but can happily live without it. I like collars, leashes, and leather shorts. I like to show off my boy but only to show how proud I am. In other words, I think we’re going to be good together. ”
He smiles, but from the look on his face, he knows his smile hasn’t worked on me. “I should tell you what happened.”
I nod. “Yeah, I’d like to hear it from you, if you’re ready. Your brothers and Memphis have hinted at it but never shared it. Which I understood and appreciated; this is your story.”
Then he takes a deep breath and starts to talk, from the beginning.
I don’t think he embellishes or skips over anything; he just talks.
And I listen, trying hard not to give away every emotion I’m feeling but can’t say.
The sadness of knowing his mum didn’t come back for him, the pride when he tells me about his time in the army, and after, under Pilkington’s orders.
The part about Rafe was hard to listen to; there’s more to hear about him, but it can wait for another time.
The time in the room with Rees is horrific, and Drake’s voice is gruff, full of pain. “I couldn’t believe it was him. That he had found me, then tortured me. I was just a little kid, and he hated me enough to hold onto that, to feed it over the years and turn him into a monster.”
“Why didn’t you report it? He should be in prison. He’s no better than Mansbridge,” I ask, fury roiling through me like lava.
“I dealt with him in a much better way than prison.” He smirks. “He’s probably back on the streets now. No home, no job, no money and on the sex offenders list. He has nowhere to go and nobody to help him.”
“You did all that?” I shake my head in disbelief, but his subsequent smile is one of pride. “You did all that? Christ, that’s frightening.” I let out a dry chuckle.
“I’ve been told that one or two times before. I think we can forget about him now, don’t you?”
He smiles, and it’s a full one now, no shyness, or hesitation. So, shower?”
“Lead the way. Just this once,” I say with a wink.