3. Chapter Three #2
Ollie’s mind swirled, barely able to piece together thoughts, let alone words.
They pressed the slicked tip of their cock against his hole, brushing along it in slow circles. Another whimper escaped him. Fuck, the sensation of even the tip tracing along there had him desperate. They teased him, continuing to brush their tip there, not sinking in.
Waiting for him to beg.
His whole body heated, just a torrent of flames at this point. “Please fuck me.” He didn’t give a damn about anything beyond getting Fin’s cock in his ass.
“Mmm, love the sound of that, beautiful.” Their tone was dark and filthy. They knocked his legs open wider and settled between them, then notched the head of their cock against his hole and slowly pushed in an inch. “This what you need?”
“Mmmph.” His cheek pressed into the ground, his whole body throbbing and awake from their tumble, from the way Fin lit his synapses. The fresh scent of dirt and gravel filtered through with every inhale.
They pumped in and out of him, only the tip. It felt good, but he craved more, on a bone-deep level. He wanted them thrusting into him as roughly as they’d wrestled around with him on the ground.
“Or does some little slut need more?” Fin’s voice was like liquid heroin, pouring through his veins with intensifying desire.
“God, yes,” Ollie groaned. His mind had emptied of anything but pure need, of the longing to get fucked hard, to feel owned, connected, even if just for this brief moment in time.
“I think I can handle that,” they said, the low growl in their voice sending a shudder through him .
Fin sank in the rest of the way, their girth, thickness enough to knock the breath from his lungs.
The fullness threatened to overwhelm him.
How it felt to be pinned down to the ground, his arm loosely pressed against his lower back.
Fin’s thighs against his, their body bracketing his from behind, elevated him higher and higher.
How they’d been smuggling that thing between their legs the whole time mystified him.
A low hum sounded from the cock, a vibration traveling all through it.
His insides sparked, his whole body alive in a way he hadn’t been in far too long.
Fin pulled back and thrust in again. “Damn, that feels good. This ass is a fucking work of art.” They gripped his cheek tight, keeping his arm pinned. “You still with me, sweetheart?”
“Yeah.” The word was barely coherent, his mind swimming with how hot he burned. Getting groped and pinned and fucked under the full moon, the roar of the waves close by. This was beyond anything he could ever have imagined. He’d have bruises tomorrow, guaranteed, but he relished the prospect.
Those marks—those were safe.
“Hands overhead, gorgeous.” They gave the order, and his body complied on automatic. He hadn’t even realized they’d let go of his arm. Before he could miss the pressure of being pinned, they clamped a hand around his wrists. Goddamn, he liked that too much.
His face was mashed into the ground, his legs splayed out, crushed under Fin’s body as they slammed into him harder. With each stroke, sparks flared through him, growing in intensity more and more. They brushed against his prostate, and he moaned hard, the pleasure flooding through him.
His body ached from the way they’d tumbled around, but the throb of his balls drowned that out, sheer need driving him.
His cock hung heavily between his thighs, pre-cum dribbling from the tip.
Fin’s thick length was the perfect size to tag his prostate, and now that they’d discovered it, they did so mercilessly.
As if they relished reducing him to an incoherent mess.
Hit after hit of pleasure slammed into him, and they didn’t stop.
The hum of their cock mingled with the crash of the waves, the unsteady breaths exploding out of both of them.
“Fuuuuck.” Fin pounded into him hard. “You’ve got such a sweet hole. I’m going to fuck you until your legs are shaking. Until your whole body’s trembling with need.”
Each collision left a sting behind, one that zipped through Ollie’s adrenaline and amplified it even more. His balls throbbed so badly the sensation was all he could focus on.
Fin froze midthrust and let out an animalistic sound as they came. “Oh god.”
Their ragged breaths sounded from behind, but they shifted their hips, their cock sliding in and out of him again.
“Thought I was done with you, babe?” they teased. “An orgasm isn’t going to stop me from wrecking you.”
Holy fuck. Heat rushed through him in a fierce sweep as they fucked him harder than before, driving him into the ground. Grunts escaped their lips as they found his prostate and brushed against it over and over and over again.
They were nothing but pure stamina, and he wouldn’t survive the onslaught.
His balls ached so hard it grew agonizing, and he whimpered.
“Need to come, babe?” Fin asked, their front plastered against his back. If only it was skin to skin. If only they were fucking him completely stripped down. The taunt in their voice suggested they weren’t done with him yet.
“So badly,” he gasped .
“Mm, I don’t see those legs shaking yet. I think a stud like you can take more.”
Fuuuuck. Endorphins rushed through him. He wanted to be good for them so much, wanted to submit to every command that escaped their lips.
He could take more. And he wanted to take every damn thing they were willing to give.
The pressure of teeth into his shoulder snapped him out of his haze. Pleasure gushed through him in a fierce swill.
“Oh god,” he groaned. “I can’t handle much more.”
“Of the pain or the pleasure?” Fin’s voice was seductive and dark, drawing him in.
“I need to come.” He didn’t know what else to say. His cock wept, his balls throbbed, and his whole body lit on fire with desperation. God, he’d never been this present during sex, this consumed.
“And I need to wreck you.”
Ollie shuddered at how goddamn hot those words were. Fin pounded into him harder, faster, until sweat trickled down his forehead, until his whole body began to tremble. Their aggression flowed hot and heavy through the air, addictive like a drug.
His legs quaked, and Fin pressed on his palms with one hand as they thrust hard into him.
“Grab your cock,” they said, and Ollie almost sobbed in relief.
They tugged his hips back so his ass was higher, shifting their position slightly. When they thrust in again, the direct slam against his prostate had him seeing stars. He let out another whimper that trailed off into a moan. His legs were full-out shaking, and he couldn’t stop them.
“Damn, babe, you’ve got an ass that won’t quit.” They continued to fuck into him quickly and ferociously. He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked. The first touch was so overwhelming he choked on a gasp. Holy fuck. The sensation overtook him, and his balls threatened to unload.
Fin pounded into him with an inexorable force, crashing back in like the tides.
Ollie managed to stroke himself a few more times, the tension growing to the point it was unbearable.
He needed to fucking come. So. Damn. Close.
Fin slammed in, hitting his prostate hard.
At the same time, he dragged his hand down along his cock.
That was all it took.
His balls drew up, and with a lightning clap force, he was coming.
His eyes glossed with liquid, his mind blanked, and he surrendered.
Ollie’s balls unloaded, his cock splattering cum onto the ground, and the tension that had been coiling inside him exploded like fireworks.
He let out a long, low groan as Fin fucked him through his release.
Bliss stole him away for moments, minutes, who knew how long as he basked in the sheer waves.
He sagged, not having far to go, since he already lay on the ground. Fin slowed, running their palms up and down his sides as if they tried to settle him. Like he was a puppy or something.
A hysterical laugh bubbled up in his throat.
“Do orgasms inspire laughter for you?” Fin asked as they peeled off him.
“Nah, just felt like you were treating me like a dog or a spooked horse.” He was shocked the words came out coherent after all the babbling he’d done. He slumped on the ground, his face probably filled with indents from being smashed against it for so long.
Fin stroked his side again. “Good pup. Though you don’t really give pup vibes.”
“Maybe because I’m human. ”
They patted his head, their cock still lodged up his ass. “My sweet summer child.”
While he wasn’t piecing together what the fuck they were talking about, his brains and guts were pretty much scrambled from getting dicked down by them.
A slight tremor raced across his legs, and a thrill burst through him again.
The crash of the waves in the distance mingled with the whistle of the breeze, which had started to cool the sweat on his skin.
“Goddamn,” he murmured.
“You’re not kidding.” Fin took their time pulling out of him. “That was hot as fuck.”
Hands grappled with his side, and he found himself getting pulled onto his back. He slumped, his now-flaccid dick dangling, his pants halfway down his thighs, and his shirt rumpled to fuck. God, he was a mess. Probably had dirt streaked all over him.
“Mmm, you look good enough to fuck all over again.” Fin stood, tucked their packer back into their underwear, and zipped up their pants.
Apart from the way their short strands were tousled, they appeared shockingly more composed than him.
“Positive of having a cock that doesn’t deflate is I can go all night. ”
Ollie shook his head, a grin straining his cheeks. “Yeah, I’m tapped out after that.”
They crouched and gave his cock an up-nod. “Need help getting yourself together?”
Warmth hit his cheeks, though based on the seriousness in their gaze, it had been a half-teasing, half-genuine question. “I’m good. Just fucked out.” He forced himself to sit upright and pulled up his boxer briefs, then his jeans. “Though if you’re promising future rounds, I’ll take a raincheck.”
“Damn, I want to with an ass like that.” Fin dropped beside him .
Ollie’s insides clenched at the “but” in their tone.
They gave him a glance, their razorblade smile a little less sharp. “I only play with other kinksters on a regular basis. The vanilla mood strikes once in a while, but it’s an infrequent itch to scratch.”
“That was vanilla?” Ollie asked in disbelief.
Fin licked their lips, looking ahead of them at the glimmer of the ocean farther down the trail. “Not quite. But if that type of play is only a once-in-a-while itch for you too, I think that spells out where we’re at clear enough. I need the control.”
Ollie’s heart thumped so hard he heard the pulse in his ears. Tonight had been a revelation, handing the reins over to someone else. Letting them be the one to steer the ship. And his enjoyment hadn’t been light or casual either. No, it satisfied a bone-deep craving he hadn’t even known he had.
“And what if I might be looking for more than once in a while?” he asked, not daring to glance their way.
“Well, then you might want to show up at one of Whipped’s Sunday gatherings,” they said. “I have it on good authority that’s the place to be if you want to dip your toes into the kink scene.”
“Coy doesn’t suit you.” Ollie knocked his sneaker against their boot.
Tender spots had emerged in from their rough play, but he relished them.
They sat here in the middle of a bunch of rocky outcroppings that led down to the sea, surrounded by velvet sky and scorched earth.
The peace he’d been craving settled through his veins, something he’d found elusive most of his life.
If this was what a night with Fin could offer, he sure as fuck wouldn’t pass up on the chance for more.
Fin lapsed into silence, staring out, and Ollie found his own, letting the noises of his surroundings mingle with his quiet.
Tonight hadn’t just been an exploration.
It had been a revelation.