3. Chapter Three
Chapter Three
H oly fuck had Ollie’s day turned around.
He’d been mired in too many conflicting thoughts after coming out to Dad and Julian, mostly over his current lack of boyfriend status and those ever-present failure feels.
However, that was light-years away now. The ride on Fin’s Ducati had turned him on so badly he was tempted to find a flat surface and present himself.
However, the glint in their eyes and the curiosity if those compact muscles could back up their promises had Ollie engaged.
The setting sun had waned into early night.
The grays had morphed into darkness, but between the full moon gleaming up above and the crystalline stars, they had all the light they needed.
And sharpened by shadows, Fin grew even hotter.
They brimmed with energy, with a storm cloud intensity that called to Ollie in a real way tonight.
They were shorter and smaller than him, but they didn’t come across like that in the slightest.
And Ollie was dying to know what they’d do.
“Ready for me?” they asked, their voice a low rasp.
“Considering I played four years as a tight end in high school, I think I can handle you.” Sure, poking at them might not be the best idea, yet the way their eyes widened, how their grin exposed their canines—fuck, his blood thrummed.
“Let’s put that to the test,” Fin said.
One moment, they were standing there, feet away from him. The next, they charged.
Fin thudded into him with a heavy thump that sent him staggering back a few paces.
“Gonna take more than that to knock me down,” he teased. Adrenaline jolted through his system, a heady rush. He braced himself as he spread his stance a little wider, prepared for them to rush him again.
Fin prowled around him with the grace of a wildcat, like a panther in the flesh, and he found that deadly attractive.
The way their black leather jacket accentuated their lithe form, how their ripped jeans showed off thick thighs.
They shifted back and forth as if they would strike at any moment. Ollie squared his shoulders.
“Good,” they said. “I love a challenge.”
They burst forward, moving so fast they almost blurred.
Ollie threw his hands up to block them, but Fin pivoted.
They wrapped their arms around his side, and all of a sudden, his legs were off the ground, his back braced against theirs.
Oh, fuck. Ollie yanked back hard, dropping an elbow into their side.
He launched to the opposite side, using his weight to slide right off them.
Ollie bolted forward, putting space between them again, and his heart raced .
They’d been about to flip him in a few quick movements. He’d underestimated them.
“What are you trained in?” he asked, his words coming out a little breathless.
“MMA, so a little bit of Jiu-Jutsu, Muay Thai and others.” They flashed another wicked grin.
Oh, damn. He was so outclassed. Fuck high school football. Except he didn’t mind getting a little bruised and battered tonight. He desperately wanted to get fucked, but he also needed to make them fight for it because he was nothing but a series of contrasts.
So he wouldn’t wait for them to make the first move this time.
Ollie squared his shoulders, leaned down, and charged.
He hurtled forward, the salt scent of the sea mingling with the crispness of the night breeze.
Fin stood there as if ready to absorb his blow. Closer. Closer. Closer.
Ollie pushed off, using the impetus to get to them.
His shoulder brushed air.
A blow slammed him in the side, knocking him off-kilter. Ollie tried to pivot to his feet, but another wham into him, and he toppled. He’d learned how to fall ages ago, so he hit the ground on his side and rolled.
Ollie spun onto his back, but before he could rise, Fin dropped on top of him.
Their body was solid as fuck, the impact sending the breath whooshing from him.
But he reached out to grapple. They rolled around in the dirt, arms wrapped around each other, both trying to find a loophole, an escape out of the hold.
His heart thumped hard in his ears, the bits of gravel mixed with the sand biting into his back, his sides .
He ended up on his back again, and they squeezed their thighs around his sides as if trying to keep him down.
It’d take more than that.
He twisted, using his weight to jostle them off him.
Fin tumbled to the side, rolling to a stand.
His breaths were coming out sharp and heavy, and fuck, he felt so alive.
His whole body hummed with awareness he hadn’t gotten to experience since football had ended.
He missed the sensation of being on the field, of fighting for the ball, of that peak physical shape.
“God, you’re fun,” they said, their dark gaze flashing.
“So are you,” he gasped, pushing up to a stand.
“But I really want to sink into that ass. Time to stop playing around.”
Ngh. His cock was so damn hard, which hadn’t been tough, given the amount of grappling they’d done.
Just two muscular bodies rubbing against each other—fuck.
Sweat prickled on his forehead from the exertion, which sparked him to life.
Fin’s stare was voracious, a hunger that coursed through his veins, thumping steadily along with his pulse.
Fin launched at him, and he brought his hands up to defend.
Except their kick landed against his calves, sending him off-balance.
He tipped, and before he could right himself, they’d knocked him onto his back again.
He wrestled with them, hands landing on their hips.
However, Fin slid their leg between his, and with a quick movement, he thumped onto his stomach.
His face met the ground, and a mixture of dirt, sand, and gravel prickled at his cheek.
His arm got wrenched behind his back, and Fin dropped down on his ass, their thick thighs wrapping around his waist to pin him in place. Like this, he felt owned, taken over, and a thrill coursed through his veins, rising with every second .
A firm length rubbed between his crack, even through the layers of fabric between them, and a moan escaped him, echoing in the night air.
“Knew you’d be a slutty little bottom,” they murmured, their voice dark and sinful.
Fuuuuuck. Ollie was so hard he could scream, his cock dribbling pre-cum that would stain his boxer briefs. Fin was nuclear-grade hot, and he couldn’t wait until they fucked into him. He didn’t care if he was out here in the wild. In fact, he preferred it.
“You good, sweetness? Ready for me to drive into your ass, where the whole world can see?” Fin asked, a tease in their tone that he liked a little too much.
“Please,” he gasped. The feeling of being pinned down turned him on more than he’d ever realized, and goddamn, he needed them to fuck him hard.
“I’ve got my play packer on, but if you want me to wrap up, I can.” Fin ground their length between his crack again. He shifted his hips up to meet it, the ache growing stronger.
“Nah, you’re good,” he said, sounding a bit too breathless. Not his fault that getting pinned like this made his mind dizzy with lust. “Just fuck me.”
“Someone’s desperate,” they said, their voice low and throaty. Even though Ollie was bigger than them, the sheer power of their thighs, how easily they’d flipped him around, the way they pinned his arm behind him all turned him on so badly he couldn’t stand it.
They rustled beneath him, popping the button one-handed.
He lifted his ass higher to make room, which pushed their cock harder against him.
Ngh. His zipper slid down, and a second later, Fin yanked his pants and briefs down his thighs.
The cool air skated across his bare ass, even though his body was on fire .
Fuck. He’d never had sex this scorching before or felt so in tune with his body. Something about Fin taking control, how they commanded things with ease, settled him in a way he hadn’t realized he craved.
His mind quieted, and after the intensity that had been building in him earlier, his eyes heated from the peace, the shift.
Fin ran a hand along his ass cheek and squeezed, and adrenaline shot through him. Another moan slipped past his lips.
“God, this ass,” Fin said. “You’re so fucking sexy. Can’t wait to get inside you to make you keep moaning like a pretty little slut.”
Heat rushed through him. Their mouth, goddamn.
A zip sounded, and they rubbed their cock against his ass again.
The packer’s skin slid with the movement, and fuck, it felt so damn good.
His cheek was pressed into the ground, his arm pinned behind his back still, and even though he could shift his hips, Fin’s thighs kept him in place.
After a rip hit the air, Fin pulled back, their cock no longer wedged firmly between his cheeks.
Ollie swallowed his complaint. His cheeks would be permanently flushed, just from how hot Fin’s mouth and their rough handling got him.
He was discovering new sides to himself by the second, ones he would never have suspected.
Fin pressed cool, slick fingers against his hole, and they slipped two in with ease.
“Damn, what a pretty little slut you are.” Fin pumped their fingers in and out.
“Taking my fingers like they’re nothing.
Bet you’re used to playing with massive cocks at home, aren’t you?
” The penetration sent a shot of pure epinephrin through him, and his cock fucking ached.
Fin’s words set his whole body aflame. Goddamn.
He’d never had anyone filthy talk like this to him before, and even though it made him squirm, he was so hard he ached and his balls throbbed.
His one hand was still free, but he didn’t want to move.
He wanted Fin to thrust into him in the middle of a park, bared before the sea and the sky .
“How badly do you need my cock?” They pulled their fingers from him.