16. Chester
Chester
I subtly raised a hand to check my pulse in my neck. Nope. I was definitely alive. It wasn’t that I’d keeled over in the last few minutes and was experiencing what I truly believed to be heaven.
Finn, on his knees, taking my cock out of my jeans.
“Just relax,” he whispered, his impressive fingers wrapping around my already aching shaft. “Let me take care of ye, m’eudail.”
I released a shaky breath as he pressed his face against the side of my cock, almost nuzzling it. He dragged his cheek along it, mouthing briefly at the head before repeating the movement on the other side.
“You smell delicious,” he murmured. “But I bet you’ll taste even better.”
He didn’t take me fully into his mouth like I’d been expecting. No, apparently Finn was a man who liked to take his time.
Something I was very much on board with.
Instead, his tongue traced the path his cheek had taken. Fuck. My eyes rolled back in my head as a filthy moan escaped me. This felt so good. Too good.
Finn’s hand stroked up the inside of my right thigh, cupping my balls as he continued to caress my shaft with his tongue.
Oh, god. It was like I’d stepped into a sauna. The heat Finn was unleashing had my toes curling into the carpet, trying desperately to cling on to reality.
“I was right.” Finn’s voice was like gravel as he glanced up at me. “Ye do taste delicious. I want more though.”
The way his knuckles brushed my skin as he lowered my trousers had me shivering.
He didn’t expect me to help other than lifting first one foot, then the other.
He threw them to one side along with my boxers.
Maybe I should’ve felt vulnerable, half-naked in front of him like this, but I didn’t.
How could I, with the reverent way Finn’s eyes focused on me?
The sacrosanct touch of his fingers as he explored my body?
The groan of veneration as he sheathed my cock with his beautiful mouth?
I felt…powerful. I think that was the first time that had happened in a sexual situation.
Tears burned unexpectedly at the back of my eyes. Finn had barely got started, but already he was showing me more care and consideration than I’d ever experienced before.
I’d never be able to thank him enough for it.
The turmoil of my emotions was abruptly stilled as he sank an inch down my cock.
Then another.
Another.
He kept going until he had my full length in his mouth. I slid past his gag reflex with ease, hissing in a breath as I felt his throat close around me .
“Fuck.” I fell forward at the intense sensation, but Finn’s steady hands were there to catch me. He gripped both of mine in his, guiding them to his hair.
“Are you sure?” I whispered. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Finn rolled his eyes. Dude had my dick halfway down his throat, and was still able to do so. I think if he’d had breath to chuckle, he would’ve thrown one of those in too.
“Okay,” I said, my voice shaky as I carded my fingers through his thick hair. “Just let me know if I hurt you.”
He withdrew, and I thought maybe he was going to say something. To change his mind or our position. Instead he sucked at my head, flattening his tongue as he toyed with the notch there. My fingers tightened instinctively, drawing a growl from him.
“Yes,” I whimpered as my hips began to roll. “So good, Finn.”
Warm fingers brushed over my arse, like he was memorising the shape. I tensed for a second, Matt’s voice an echo in my mind. But then a finger dusted down my crease, gently stroked my hole, circled it teasingly.
Suddenly, I didn’t care what Matt had said in the past. I only cared about what Finn was doing to me. About how it was making me feel.
I’d spent so long feeling lonely and unsatisfied. Less than an hour with Finn and my neural pathways were rewriting themselves. I was already planning how I could make this happen again.
I think I agreed with Finn. One night wasn’t going to be enough.
I knew this opinion would change when it was over. That I was too busy riding the lustful high to unpick any and all potential consequences. Those would come later. Right now, I was going to focus on nothing other than the gorgeous man between my thighs.
His fingers slid out of my crease and I almost whimpered in disappointment, but Finn wasn’t going far, just enough to clasp my cheeks firmly.
Before forcing my hips forward.
“Holy shit,” I spluttered as my cock tunnelled down his throat once more. “Oh god. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
Finn’s deep moan reverberated through my bones.
He encouraged my hips to move faster, until I was fucking into his throat with abandon. My fears about hurting him had fled, erased by his satisfied groans. There was no way this man wasn’t enjoying this. Finn was devouring my cock as though my pleasure was his sole goal in life.
“I’m so close.” My nerves were on fire as my orgasm began to crest. “So close. So close .”
Finn’s hand returned to my crease, one of his fingers slipping inside. He tapped against the puckered skin. Once. Twice.
I wasn’t sure what sound came out of my throat, or if it even resembled a human. I was too far gone, lost in the wave of pleasure that was building. It was going to sweep me away.
And I was going to let it.
My heart was racing as I glanced down at the man taking me apart. He was watching my fall, his eyes practically burning with feral need. It was that look that sent me over. That finally unleashed the tsunami he’d caused.
“Finn. FinnFinnFinn. Fuck!”
I babbled as I filled his mouth. It was only as the wave receded that I realised maybe he didn’t want to swallow.
Matt had never liked it. I tried to rectify it by pulling back, only to be stopped by Finn’s firm grip.
He held me in his mouth, refusing to let me move until he’d swallowed every last drop.
Until he’d licked my shaft completely clean.
Until I was squirming away because I was too oversensitive.
He kissed my soft dick before getting to his feet. His eyes didn’t leave mine as he straightened. It was funny; he wasn’t much bigger than me. Few were. But when he towered over me like this, it felt like there was a dramatic size difference. I felt smaller. Safer.
Protected.
Stop going there. This is one night only, remember?
Ah, there it was. I should’ve known the logical side of my brain wouldn’t be silent for long.
Finn was still staring at me, his chest heaving. He didn’t speak, his eyes flicking over my face repeatedly as if he were seeing me for the first time.His arms were trembling. In fact, his whole body seemed to be vibrating slightly.
I shifted awkwardly, wondering what to do next. I knew he’d talked about spending the night together, but what if he’d changed his mind? A glance at his crotch, at the obscene bulge that had to be aching, suggested not, but he still hadn’t spoken.
What should I do? What did Finn expect from me? I hated feeling uncertain.
When I couldn’t stand it any longer, I touched his chest lightly. “Would you like me to return the favour?”
“No.” Finn’s voice was like gravel. “What I’d like is for ye to bend over yer bed now so I can see what you taste like in other places.”
“What?” I squeaked.
“You heard me.” Finn stroked my lip lightly with his thumb. “I’ve had one taste of you, Chester, and I’m starving for more. So be a good boy for me, and bend over the bed. Legs spread wide.”
I hadn’t realised it was possible for me to get hard so soon after orgasming, but my cock was making a valiant effort. I didn’t know what was making me hotter—what Finn was proposing, the ‘good boy,’ or the clear and direct orders.
Or perhaps it was that he was starving for me.
He could have been lying, or trying to build my admittedly poor self-esteem, but I didn’t give a fuck. Finn had said he’d treat me like a king, and that was exactly what he was doing.
And I was so fucking here for it. For him. For whatever he wanted to do to me.
My legs were like jelly as I stepped towards the bed. I barely made it two steps before Finn stopped me by tugging on my shirt.
“Hang on,m’eudail. Can I take this off?”
I nodded, summoning up my courage to ask for what I wanted. “So long as you’re naked too.”
Finn’s face crinkled in a smile as his hands dropped to his jeans. “Of course. Although I suspect you’ve already seen me naked a time or two.”
My face flamed, but the teasing note in his voice stopped me from dropping my head. To my astonishment, I found myself flirting back. “True, but not up close. What if my eyesight’s been failing me?”
“Yer right,” Finn said solemnly. “You need a closer inspection, for the sake of yer eyesight. We can’t have you going around needing glasses and not realising.”
“Exactly.” I grinned, trying to remember the last time sex had been this…fun. Had it ever? “I could be a danger to society if I got behind the wheel. ”
“We definitely can’t have that.” Finn stepped back and dropped his jeans, kicking them away along with his underwear. His thick, uncut cock was hard and swollen between his legs. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to explore first—that, or the dusky, heavy balls already drawn up tight.
“Look as close as ye need, Chester.” Finn spread his feet a little wider, his chin held high. This was a man with confidence. Matt had had confidence too, but he’d also had something else Finn didn’t. Matt had served his confidence with a healthy helping of arrogance.
Arrogance that was misplaced, honestly. His body, while attractive, wasn’t a patch on Finn’s.
There was no arrogance in Finn. His confidence was in every line of his body, but none of it made me feel small.
No, weirdly, I felt powerful. This beautiful, majestic man was letting me ogle his faultless naked form.
Because he wanted me. My brain could deny it all it wanted, but I had physical, empirical proof.
Very hard empirical proof. I bit my lip to contain my whimper as I imagined the stretch it’d give me. Would Finn be up for doing that tonight?
Fuck, I hoped so.
Every inch of Finn was begging to be explored.
Suddenly I was all too aware of the ticking clock over our heads.
The hours ahead of us seemed far too short.
Too brief to do everything to Finn that I’d been fantasising about, and definitely not long enough to do everything I’d fantasised about him doing to me.
Question was, could I ask for more? Did I want that?
Finn’s not Matt. One bad experience doesn’t mean they’ll all be like that .
I clung to that sentiment. If I held tight enough, maybe I wouldn’t let this wonderful dream slip through my fingers.
Finn deserved more than that.
Maybe I did too.
“Well?” Finn said with a hint of amusement. “Am I everything ye remembered me to be? Or is your eyesight failing you?”
“You’re better.” I swallowed hard. I could do this. I could be brave for Finn, and for myself. “So tempting that I’m not sure one night is going to be enough to explore all of you.”
Finn’s eyes widened in surprise. It was there for a mere second before he was walking towards me with the same predatory hunger he’d looked at me with earlier. “Seems we’re on the same page then.”
His chest brushed against mine, his hand cupping my hip. Our cocks came into contact and my head dropped against his shoulder at the sensation. “Fuck, Finn. How have you made me this hard already?”
“You haven’t seen anything yet, Chester.” He kissed my lips lightly before giving me a wicked smirk. “Now, I believe you’re supposed to be bent over this bed so I can carry on my feast. Yer not going to keep me waiting, are you m’eudail?”
I answered him by turning away and lowering my chest onto the bed. Finn nudged the inside of my foot until my legs were spread to his satisfaction.
Once again, he dropped to his knees for me. He parted my cheeks and said one word.
“Perfection.”