27. Finn
Finn
I hadn’t intended on pushing Chester to his limits. Honestly, I’d figured we’d come back here and have sex. Passionate, heated sex. Instead, I’d pinned him to the bed while telling him explicitly what Ilovedabout him. Not exactly the carefree time I’d planned.
But I thought he’d needed to hear it as much as I’d needed to say it.
I couldn’t stand knowing Chester had someone else’s voice in his head telling him he wasn’t worthy.
I wanted to replace it with my own. Or, even better, give Chester the confidence to overwrite it himself.
To know he was fucking sexy and that any man should feel nothing but gratitude for being in bed with him.
Baby steps though. That was what I was supposed to do, not word vomit all over him while ensuring he couldn’t escape.
I liked to think I had a better handle on my shifter side than most, but tonight was proving that to be bollocks. Turned out I was just as stubborn, protective, and heated as all the others when it came to Chester .
Determined to get this night back on track, I released Chester’s wrists and reached under the pillow for the lube.
Chester’s lips twitched. “Did you stash that there earlier?”
“I was making some mighty hopeful assumptions about how tonight would go.”
Chester bit his lip. “I kinda love that you did.”
I bent down to kiss him lightly before sliding off him. “I’m always hopeful where you’re concerned.” I nudged his knees wider, unable to stop my hands stroking down his calves as I did so. “Still okay for me to fuck you?”
“Yes.” Chester’s legs were shaking, but his gaze was resolute. “Please, Finn.”
Grabbing a pillow, I jerked my chin. “Lift your hips, m’eudail.”
Chester blushed slightly but did as I asked. I grunted in satisfaction at the position it left him in. “Perfect.”
I touched him lightly at first, getting him used to it.
Teasing along his crease. Dusting over his tiny hole.
When he was writhing and pleading, I finally stopped to open the lube, and then my slick hand went back between his cheeks.
Chester’s breathing hitched, and I glanced up to see a shadow of uncertainty on his face.
“It’s just me and you here, m’eudail,” I said quietly, holding his gaze steadily. “No one else. This is going to be pleasurable for both of us, okay?”
The tension left him as he nodded and offered me a shy smile.
My wolf rumbled in satisfaction at having read him correctly. Chester wanted this, but Matt was still in his head, shouting that he shouldn’t want this, that he was too big, that I was just humouring him.
It was time to erase him for good. From our bedroom, at least. Outside these walls would take longer, and I was perfectly fine with that.
I smiled softly at Chester as I pressed my pointer finger against the tight muscle. “Relax. I’m going to make this so good for you.”
“I know,” he rasped. “I’m ready.”
I didn’t look away from him as I prepped him. I catalogued the rise and fall of his chest. The flush that deepened across his chest, gracefully inching north up his neck and over his face. How his hands twisted in the sheets. The gasps and moans I hoarded to revisit later.
I stretched him slowly. Chester’s reactions were a marvel. His insecurities had faded away, overtaken by pleasure. His thighs trembled as I added a second finger. I sought out the small bundle of nerves, crooking my fingers to tap against it.
Chester’s hips jumped as though he’d been shocked. “Finn! Oh fuck.”
I kissed the inside of his thigh. “I’ve got you, m’eudail.”
I teased the spot over and over again. Chester’s cock was drooling precum and twitching with every touch.
“Ready for a third?” I asked. “You need it with my size.”
“Do it,” Chester panted, his eyes glassy. “Here.”
I withdrew my fingers carefully at his nod. He grabbed under his knees and lifted them to his chest. My mouth dried out at the sight before me—Chester spread wide open for me.
And completely vulnerable.
From how his cock had wilted slightly, he knew it too. This was a big step for him. Not only was he taking what he wanted in the bedroom, but he was fighting past all his preconceived notions .
He was putting himself out there for me. And I was going to show him just how grateful I was.
“That’s perfect, m’eudail,” I murmured, dropping my gaze to his hole. It was slick with lube, begging for me to bury myself there. “You’re so perfect.”
His dick was lying against his stomach, his nerves putting a dampener on things. Suddenly, I was dying to know what it felt like to have him harden in my mouth.
So I lowered my head to find out.
“Fuck,” Chester barked as my mouth enveloped his shaft. “Finn, oh my god.”
I groaned as he thickened and filled my mouth. I sucked until I was rewarded with a rich burst of precum.
Pulling off with a pop, I winked up at Chester. “Delicious.”
“You’re going to kill me,” he whispered, his knuckles white where he was holding himself open. “Seriously. Can being this turned on kill me?”
I brought my hand back to his hole and smirked. “Don’t worry. I know CPR.”
Chester groaned as I filled him with two fingers and more lube. I fucked them in and out of him until his hips were bucking to meet the motion, then I added a third and yet more lube. Chester wouldn’t feel anything beyond a stretch if I had my way.
“I’m ready,” Chester panted after a few minutes. “Please, Finn. I’m not gonna last. I need you in me.”
He didn’t need to ask me twice. Withdrawing my hand slowly, I added liberal amounts of lube to my cock. “Do ye want me like this?”
“Yes,” Chester breathed. “I want to see you, Finn.”
“Good. I want that too. ”
My hands shook as I lined myself up. From need? Or because, deep down, I knew what a big moment this was?
My wolf knew the answer. This was us about to claim our mate. He didn’t care that Chester wasn’t there yet. He’d decided it would happen.
I wished I had his confidence.
We both groaned as I pushed inside Chester. I slipped easily past the taut ring of muscle and paused. “Okay?”
“More,” Chester said by way of answer. “More, Finn.”
Fuck. He was so tight. So warm. I gritted my teeth, willing my body to move slowly. I couldn’t rut into Chester the way I wanted to yet.
When I was fully seated, my balls brushing against him, I looked down at him and panted, “Still okay?”
Chester’s eyes were glassy. “Can you…can you come down here? I want to kiss you.”
Bracing myself on my arms, I lowered myself until my lips found Chester’s. Goosebumps erupted over my skin as I went ice cold and then flushed red hot. I didn’t know which way was up.
But I knew one thing. This man was mine. My wolf was right. Chester was the one I was meant to be with.
It didn’t matter if Chester never accepted it. He’d be it for me until the day I died.
He was making small mewling sounds into my mouth, completely oblivious to the realisation slamming through me. Get it together, Finlay.
Shaking myself mentally, I focused on the here and now. This was about making Chester feel good.
With my mouth still on his, I started to move.
I kept my thrusts slow and small at first. But the more Chester responded, the faster I moved.
We were barely kissing now, our mouths just brushing together as we moaned our pleasure.
Our sweat-slicked skin was on fire as we writhed against each other.
Chester’s cock was caught between our abdomens, and each thrust into him was accompanied by the sensation of him throbbing between us.
Chester was half-drunk on pleasure, but I could make this better for him, and I would.
Putting one of my hands under his hip, I lifted him slightly higher. He let out a loud keening noise as my cock started hitting his prostate repeatedly.
“Finn, Finn,” he chanted, his head thrown back on the pillow. “Fuck, please don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
I couldn’t. I also couldn’t take my eyes off him. I’d never seen a more beautiful sight.
Until ten seconds later when he came. Hands free.
All the lines on his face smoothed out. His eyes drifted closed. His mouth opened on a silent scream.
That. That right there was everything. My everything.
It was the final thought I had before my own release claimed me. Chester’s hole clamped tight around my shaft and I let go with a roar. My hips stuttered once. Twice. My hot seed filled him.
Mine , my wolf growled.
Ours, I growled back silently.
“Fuck,” Chester wheezed as I collapsed onto him. He let go of his legs, winding his arms around my back. “Finn. I can’t even…Just fuck.”
I chuffed against his neck. “I’m going to take that as a good sign.”
“The best.” His hands stroked idly up and down my back. I didn’t bother to try and stop the self-satisfied noise he drew from me. “I’m guessing it was okay for you?”
I lifted my head to squint at him. “Were ye not here? ”
Chester’s lips curled in a drowsy approximation of a smile. “Yeah. That was a stupid question.”
I didn’t want to move, but I needed to pull out of Chester. I did so slowly, careful to not cause him any discomfort. Heat rushed after my cock as my cum leaked out of him.
I need to see it.
Sitting back on my knees, I spread his cheeks to watch the white liquid oozing from him. “Oh that’s so hot.” Chester squirmed and I looked up to see him blushing. I let go of him immediately. “Am I embarrassing ye?”
“A little,” he admitted, biting his lip. “But in a good way. I’ve never been fucked bare before. Or in this position. Or for this amount of time.”
My heart ached at the implication. “I’m sorry ye weren’t taken care of in the past.”
“It’s okay.” Chester smiled softly. “Just means I can fully appreciate you.”
I got off the bed to grab a towel and smirked. “In that case, I’ll have to give you lots more experiences to appreciate .”
I didn’t need to persuade Chester to stay the night. I think he wanted to leave about as much as I wanted to let him.
After cleaning him up, we’d talked about everything and nothing for hours.
A late-night snack was followed by him blowing me in my kitchen,with me returning the favour on the stairs.
We’d lazily showered off the mess, lathering each other up while exchanging gentle kisses.
More conversation had followed, my head on Chester’s stomach, him sprawled over my sheets.
I didn’t know who fell asleep first or when. Just that it snuck up unnoticed, dragging me into a deep slumber.
So deep, apparently, that I didn’t wake up when Chester left my bed.
I jolted awake, noticing his absence immediately.
I blinked sleep from my eyes as I leaped out of bed, my stomach plummeting.
Had he gone home? Just snuck out without waking me like I was nothing more than a one-night stand?
I rubbed at my chest. The thought that he might have done that made me feel…
hollow. I’d thought last night had been special for us both.
Maybe I’d been wrong.
Just then, Chester’s voice floated up the stairs. “Oh come the fuck on.”
He’d said it quietly, barely above a whisper.
He’s still here.
That was when my senses picked up on everything else. Fat sizzling in a pan. The scent of bacon wafting through the air. The toaster popping.
I swayed on the spot, my throat thickening.
Chester was making me breakfast. And, with how quiet he was trying to be, he didn’t want to wake me yet.
He was bringing me breakfast in bed.
Chester. The man who’d confessed to Buddy about how much he used to love cooking for those he cared for. That it’d been ruined for him by his cunt of an ex.
He was making me breakfast.
I rushed on silent feet to get back into bed, sliding under the sheets and trying to force my body to relax. In truth, my heart was hammering in my chest, my wolf practically doing a happy dance .
With any other man, I would have rushed down to help, insisting I didn’t need to be waited on. But knowing where this was coming from? What this act symbolised?
I wasn’t moving a fucking muscle.
Muttered curses accompanied the gentle clinking of china as Chester came up the stairs. My wolf was demanding I jump up and help him, but I forced myself to stay put.
It’d be worth it to make Chester happy.
The door creaked open and Chester’s footsteps stopped. “Jesus Christ, this man is too gorgeous for his own good.”
My lips betrayed me, curling up at the edges before I could stop them.
Chester groaned. “Okay, I know you’re pretending to be asleep.”
I cracked one eye open to see him holding a heavily laden tray and smirking. He was in just his jeans, the top button undone. He was another who was too gorgeous for his own good. “Aye, but I didn’t want to ruin the surprise.”
His smirk melted into something softer. Something that struck a deep chord within me. “You’re too sweet, you know that?”
With the gambit up, I pushed into a sitting position as Chester bustled over with the tray. He carefully placed it on my lap, the bacon butty and strongly brewed tea making my mouth water. “Um, I think you’ll find the sweet one is you. I canna remember the last time I had breakfast in bed.”
Chester flushed in delight, twiddling with a leather bracelet on his wrist. “I hope you don’t mind me making myself at home.”
I grabbed his hand. “Nothing makes me happier than this. Thank ye for making me breakfast, Chester.”
I was thanking him for much more than that, and from how he cleared his throat, he knew it too. “Well, don’t let it get too cold. You didn’t have much here, but I managed to find some bacon and bread.”
I raised a brow. “I will as soon as you get yours.”
Chester fiddled with his bracelet again. “I mean, I was going to eat?—”
“Right here with me?” I cut him off with a steely look. “Aye, ye are, m’eudail. And you better be eating exactly what you want to eat, not what you think you should eat.”
To my surprise, Chester rolled his eyes before leaning down to kiss the top of my head. “You’re a bossy fucker sometimes. You know that, right?”
I smirked.“It’s why I’m the leader. I’m the bossiest of bosses.”
In reality, I wasn’t particularly bossy, especially where Chester was concerned. But if he needed me to give him permission to overrule his brain, I’d happily do it every time.
Chester vanished, reappearing a few minutes later with his own sandwich and mug of tea. I looked pointedly at the other side of the bed until he perched beside me.
He glanced over to see I still hadn’t touched my breakfast. “Seriously? You’re waiting for me to start? You’re as bad as Buddy.”
“I’m worse, actually, because Buddy couldn’t talk. Now hurry up and eat so I can enjoy my second breakfast.”
Chester’s brow furrowed. “Second breakfast?”
My gaze dropped to his crotch. “Aye, second breakfast. I’m a growing boy, Chester, so don’t you deprive me of my sustenance.”
Never before had two bacon sandwiches been eaten so quickly.