17. Finn
Finn
I ’d seen so many sides to Chester tonight, both literally and figuratively. Behind his walls lurked a cheeky, flirtatious side to him. One I badly wanted to entice out to play with me. Permanently.
One step at a time, I reminded myself. I’d been doing so ever since I’d sunk to my knees and realised I wanted to stay there forever. Add in how Chester looked post-orgasm—a cuddly, flushed, glassy eyed beauty just begging to be cared for—and it was no wonder I was a mess.
Internally, that was. Externally, I was the picture of calm and confidence.
Chester had no idea the impact he was having on me, and that was the way it needed to stay.
For now, at least.If Chester learned the truth, if he knew how badly I’d had to fight my wolf not to mate him there and then, he would’ve run for the hills.
Rightly so too. I hadn’t been wrong in saying Chester deserved to be treated like a king. Such behaviour didn’t include rushing him into an immortal commitment he clearly wasn’t ready for. That was what I wanted, not what he needed .
It hadn’t been too hard to pull my wolf back. Even he could acknowledge that we were operating at the speeds more frequently seen from bullet trains. He didn’t want to hurt or scare Chester any more than I did, so he’d settled with little more than a grumble.
I spread Chester’s cheeks a little wider and sighed at the beautiful sight before me. Yes, I’d seen many sides of him tonight, and there was no way I’d be able to pick a favourite.
This one though, I was certainly going to enjoy. I’d played with his hole a little while I was blowing him. He’d enjoyed everything I’d done, but whenever my fingers had danced near his crease, his cock had twitched in my mouth. His hands had gripped my hair tighter. He’d moaned a little louder.
Something told me rimming was going to draw an even better reaction.
I didn’t go straight for the main course. Instead, I lowered my face to his balls, mouthing gently at one before moving to the other. God, his musky flavour was the best I’d ever tasted. I couldn’t get enough of it.
From the small moans Chester was giving, he didn’t mind my oral fixation.
His cock was at full mast again, precum staining the sheets.
My mouth watered at the memory of his taste.
Of how I’d greedily drunk down every drop before searching out more.
My tongue darted out before I could stop it, collecting the drop that had beaded there.
Chester’s hips thrust forward as he sought friction against the mattress.
“Please, Finn. More.”
Giving his cock a final kiss, I returned to his arse. To the magnificent cheeks that had the best kind of wobble when fondled.Fuck, how I wanted to bury my face between them until I suffocated.
Good thing there was nothing stopping me from doing just that.
I pushed my face between them, my lips finding his hole first. Then my tongue. I kissed him there, before slowly running my tongue over the tiny whorl of skin.
Fuck. He was so tight. I couldn’t wait to get inside him. If I didn’t die from rimming him then I’d take him strangling my dick as a suitable alternative.
Chester moaned loudly, the backs of his legs shaking against my shoulders. “Ah, Finn!”
I slowly worked him open with my mouth and tongue, sucking and licking until the muscle relaxed enough to let me in. I didn’t hesitate, slipping my tongue as deep as I could reach, groaning at the feel and the pleasure I knew I was giving him.
Chester was panting loudly now, shoving back against my face, trying to get me deeper. I wasn’t even sure he knew what he was doing, but I was more than happy to oblige. I imagined he was also humping against the mattress, but there was no fucking way I was moving to check.
No, I was content here. Tongue buried in Chester, his throaty groans filling my ears.
My own cock was hard and aching, but it was easy enough to ignore it. I wasn’t coming yet. Not until I’d teased this orgasm out of Chester.
His hole was so slick and open now that I was able to add a finger alongside my tongue. I didn’t go too deep, not wanting to hurt him. Saliva wasn’t a good substitute for lube, no matter how much some people might have believed so .
Even with the minimal penetration, the effect on Chester was instantaneous. I’d barely pushed past his rim when his whole body tensed. His hole contracted around my tongue and finger as his hot seed hit my thighs.
I had to grab the base of my cock in a hard grip. Nope. There was no way I was coming yet.
Not until I’d had more of Chester.
Giving his tender hole a kiss, I slowly pulled back.
“Holy shit,” Chester wheezed, sliding to his knees and collapsing against the mattress. “I think you broke me, Finn.”
I chuckled, stroking his lower back. “Ye enjoyed that then?”
He turned his face so I could see his eye-roll. “Understatement of the year.”
Oh yes, this was definitely a side of Chester I enjoyed. Suddenly I could see him sat in our meeting room. Bickering with Logan. Meeting Calan’s sarcasm beat for beat. Teasing Evan.
This man would slide into my life with frightening ease. It should have been a happy realisation.
Instead, it had something in me cracking.
“Be right back,” I murmured, kissing his spine as I stood. “Just going to wash my mouth out.”
“Bathroom’s just on the left,” Chester said, still dazed. “Use whatever you like.”
I opened my mouth to tell him I knew, but I caught myself in time. That was right, Buddy knew where it was. Finn wasn’t supposed to.
I shut myself inside the small bathroom and dragged in a few much-needed lungfuls of air. Calm the fuck down. What’s wrong with you ?
My wolf snarled, knowing full well what was wrong and not liking it one fucking bit.
That was the issue with my animal nature though. It didn’t see much past the baser needs. Want. Possession. Desire. Protection. Vengeance. Fury.
To my wolf, this was easy. We’d woo Chester, tell him the truth about my nature, and introduce him to the clan. Naturally, he’d be swept off his feet and agreeing to an eternal mating bond in no time.
But my wolf didn’t see the potential pitfalls. The complexities of the trauma Chester was dealing with. The walls he’d erected to keep himself safe. He didn’t understand any of that.
I did though. And that right there was the problem. It had been impossibly easy to fall for this man. I’d fallen so far already that turning back wasn’t an option. But that meant it’d be impossibly easy for him to break my heart. To run from this and never want anything more with me.
I’d suffered through unrequited love before. That had been easier to bear though, as Sarah being mine had never been on the table. This time though, I didn’t think I’d weather the storm as easily. If Chester never returned my feelings, I’d emerge from it a changed man.
A changed one, but definitely not a better one.
Enough. I forced the panic down. Tonight was about making Chester feel good, not freaking myself out.
By the time I emerged a few minutes later, my mouth was fresh and my mind clear.
Chester was perched on the edge of the bed, and he jumped up as I entered. From how he tried to shyly cover his stomach with his hands, his insecurities were rearing their heads again. “You okay? ”
I gave him a confident smile. “Aye. More importantly though, how are you?”
He laughed sheepishly. “Um, satisfied?”
My eyes narrowed as I prowled closer. “Why does that sound like a question,m’eudail?”
Chester’s face flushed. “It’s not. Believe me, I’m satisfied. You don’t need to do anything else?—”
I silenced him with a kiss. I swallowed each of his protests. I tried to erase every toxic thought that someone else had planted in his mind, telling him he didn’t deserve this. That he could be the sole focus of my attention for as long as I wanted to make him so.
Forever , my wolf growled. I ignored him again. I didn’t disagree, but it wasn’t the time.
Chester sank into my kiss, his arms coming up around my neck. Putting a hand under the back of his thigh, I lifted him up the bed. He gave an alarmed cry, but he didn’t need to worry. I was more than capable of carrying him, for many miles if needed.
I covered him with my own body and Chester’s protests dissolved into contented sighs as I kissed him once more. His hand lightly touched my pec, almost like a question.
That was when I realised that, while I’d touched him almost everywhere, he hadn’t been able to do the same with me. That’d never do.
I rolled us onto our sides to give him more room. When he looked uncertain, I lightly grabbed his wrist, laying his hand on my chest. “Touch me all you want, Chester. Wherever you want.”
He was tentative at first, but his touches grew bolder with each of my encouraging grunts.
While we made out like teenagers, his fingers explored the lines of my torso.
They traced through the hair on my chest and flicked over my nipples, toying with them until I moaned into his mouth.
They followed the lines of my abs and stroked up and down my happy trail until I was shivering.
As much as I was dying to do the same to him, I could still feel the tiny bit of tension lingering. Each time he moved to a new part of me, he paused, as though he was waiting for me to snap at him. To tell him he was doing something wrong.
I hoped I was wrong. That I was overthinking everything.
Unfortunately, I didn’t think that was the case.
It made me furious and beyond sad. Chester was like a kicked puppy. He needed time to know he was safe. To relearn what love and care truly were.
I’d give him forever if that was what he needed.
Not wanting to distract him, I kept one hand in his hair and the other on the back of his neck.
I showed my enjoyment in other ways. I groaned loud and often, attacking Chester’s mouth with new fervour whenever he did something I particularly liked.
My hips were slowly rolling too, desperately seeking friction.