Chapter 27
Finn
T he organ in my chest is working on overdrive tonight, beating a mile a minute against my ribs as I fight to calm my nerves. I’ve been having sex for a long time at this point, but I can honestly say I’ve never been as nervous about having sex as I am right now. As I slather some more lube on Ash’s hole, wanting to make sure he’s more than ready, all I can think is that I hope he can’t see the tremor in my hand.
I don’t even think my nerves come with it being the first time I’m having sex with a man. Yes, of course, it’s different and nerve-wracking all on its own, but it’s not that. It’s the fact that it’s Ash I’m about to sink into that has my heart clear up in my throat. I had already accepted my sexual attraction to him, and even an emotional attraction, prior to today, but if this afternoon showed me anything, it’s just how much I’ve grown to care about him.
Knowing and acknowledging my feelings for him, paired with being completely inexperienced while he’s the opposite, has doubt creeping in like it never has before. It feels like I’m in over my head, but I want this to be great for Ash. I’m not even inside him yet, and I’m already so turned on I can barely think straight. Watching him come undone with only my fingers in him just now was easily the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s not my first time seeing him come, but that was… That was sexy and breathtaking. Experiencing that altered something in my brain chemistry, I’m sure of it.
The way his body trembled and writhed, the noises he made, the look of pure ecstasy on his face, I want to make him feel like that again. Hell, I want to feel that way with him.
I grip myself at the base, guiding my slick, swollen head to his pretty pink hole. Lifting my gaze, my eyes connect with his as I ease in a little bit. As soon as the tip makes it past the tight ring of muscle, my jaw drops open as a near-silent moan passes through my lips. He’s so goddamn tight, the pressure is unreal as I slowly sink in farther, giving him a chance to adjust to my size as his body practically sucks me in.
“Jesus, fuck,” I grit out, bringing my hands up to his hips and gripping them.
Ash has his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as his gaze alternates between my face and where our bodies connect. It takes a little while, but eventually I bottom out, my hips pressing firmly against his ass, as I give us both a minute to breathe. The groan that escapes me is deep at the feel of his tight heat surrounding me. He feels like fucking heaven.
“You okay?” I ask him as I smooth my hands up and down his thighs. He’s wearing a pinched expression, and he’s breathing harshly through his nose.
“I’m good.” He offers me a thumbs up and a winced smile. “You’re just…fucking huge. It feels like you’re damn near poking my ribs.”
Laughter bubbles out of me. “It’s not that big.”
Ash snorts. “Yeah, okay, big guy. I’ll order us a Clone-A-Willy, and let you take this mammoth dick in your ass, and we’ll see if you still think it’s not that big.”
I ease out of him until only the tip is inside before I thrust all the way back in again. Ash’s eyes go wide as his lips part on a moan so sexy it makes my balls tighten. “Clone a what?” I ask as I set a steady rhythm and try not to bust a nut too quickly.
“Have you literally never been inside a sex store?” he tosses back breathlessly. “First, you barely knew what nipple clamps were, you had zero clue what a pocket bussy was.”
My hands grip his hips, and I lift his lower half slightly off the bed, changing the angle, and making him cry out before he can finish his train of thought.
“Ungh, fuck! You did that on purpose.”
Letting my hand drop beside his head on the pillow, my body blankets his as he tightens his legs around my waist. I bring my other hand to the front of his throat, gripping him as I lean in and growl beside his ear, “You’re damn right I did, baby.”
A shiver racks through him as I drag his earlobe between my teeth.
“I think it’s ’bout time I fucked that sass out of you, don’t you think? Show you what this fat cock can really do?”
“Oh, fuck,” Ash moans. When I pull back enough to lock eyes with him, the sight before me steals my breath away. My nanny naked and under me, my dick pumping in and out of his tight ass, as pleasure paints his features. His lip curls into a smirk. “I knew you’d have a filthy fucking mouth.”
Huffing out a chuckle, I reach up and grip the headboard, slamming into him with force. “You’ve got no idea, baby.”
The lewd, erotic scent of sex fills the air as the slick, slapping sounds of our bodies coming together and our shared grunts and moans surround us. It’s a symphony of every tantalizing thought and desire I’ve felt about him coming to life. Losing myself inside Ash is easy. The feel of his snug, hot channel, the way he clenches around me, the way his cock is rock hard and making a mess all over himself, yet he still hasn’t touched it—not even once.
“You like this, baby?” I grit out, sweat dripping down the back of my neck and covering my chest. “You like this cock inside your tight little hole?”
Ash nods, his brows knit, sweat glistening on his forehead. “Yes… Fuck, yes, I do!”
“Yes what?” I snarl, needing to hear him say it.
There’s zero hesitation. “Yes, daddy,” he cries out, voice hoarse as he finally reaches down and wraps a hand around his length. “You fuck me so good, daddy. So hard, and so deep.”
“You’re fuckin’ right I do.”
Blood pumping hot, heart thundering, I grit my teeth, breathing harshly through my nose as I pound into him. The pleasure soaring through my body, the goosebumps covering my flesh, the euphoric feeling filling my head, it’s all unreal. His ass squeezes me as I make a home inside of him. I reach up, flicking his jewelry-studded nipple, pinching the hardened bud as I feel my muscles tighten. Heat spreads through my groin like lava, settling deep in my full, achy balls. Every inch of my skin is tingling, the hair standing on end, and it feels like I’m floating.
“You’re chokin’ my cock with your tight fuckin’ ass,” I growl. “Such a good boy, taking daddy’s dick.”
Brows clashed together, Ash bites down on his bottom lip, whimpering. The sound is like a shot of pure arousal.
This is…fucking…everything.
“Fuck, I’m close, Ash,” I grit out. “Can you get there, baby?”
“M-me too,” he sputters, eyes locking on mine. Holding my gaze, his jaw goes slack, and in the blink of an eye, the outside world fades away. It’s only him and me, wrapped up in this vortex of pleasure, swirling in our need for one another.
I lean down, sliding my palm around the back of his neck as I bring my face to his. We’re close enough that I can make out the obsidian pools that have taken over his eyes. His breath becomes my air; his moans, I swallow. We’re both riding high, chasing rapture, and nothing has ever felt like this.
“Daddy… Finn… oh, god…”
“Let me hear it,” I growl against his lips. “Give it all to me.”
Ash’s eyes roll back, muscles tightening, his ass an iron grip around my dick, and as I glance down between us, I watch him explode. Thick, white ropes shoot from his cock, covering his chest, neck, and even his chin. He cries out, the sound throaty and sexy as hell and making me moan. Watching him find his release is all the push I need to jump over the edge with him. As he trembles and writhes below me, my nuts draw up, an overwhelming wave of pleasure flooding my system as I empty inside him. My cock pulses and throbs, the orgasm feeling never ending. It wrings me dry and steals the breath out of my lungs. My vision goes black for a moment, stars dancing behind my eyes, as a guttural groan rips from my throat.
By the time we both come down, we’re covered in sweat and cum, and I’ve never felt as satiated as I do right now. Glancing down at Ash, his cheeks are flushed, a mess still coating his chin. My mouth waters, and I can’t help it… I need to taste him. Dipping my head, I run the flat of my tongue along his stubbly skin, gathering the moisture there. The flavor explodes on my tongue, a salty, yet almost sweet, taste that I don’t hate. In fact, my mouth salivates with a need for more, so I work my body lower, cleaning up the mess on his chest next.
Ash props himself up on his elbows as he watches me. A groan sounds from my throat as my senses drown in him. The sweat mixed with his release is an intoxicating combination, unlocking something primal within me. I make my way down his abdomen, making sure to get it all, and as I reach his groin, I bury my nose in the trimmed hair, breathing him in like a crazed man, my heart pounding as I drag in his musky, masculine scent, filling my lungs with it, feeling like I can’t get enough of him. My spent cock gives an appreciative twitch as I flick the pointed tip of my tongue against his pierced slit, finding a bead of cum waiting for me.
Through all of this, he watches me. Quietly. Peacefully. And when I peer up at him from beneath my lashes, the look on his face hits me right in the chest. It’s not lust…not anymore. It’s something deeper. It makes my stomach dip and my throat tight. Climbing up his body, I press my mouth to his, and he kisses me back tenderly. Gentle strokes of our tongues, it’s languid and sweet. When we pull apart and I roll over onto the bed beside him, he effortlessly positions himself against my body, head resting on my chest and his hand flat on my stomach. He fits there perfectly, like we’re two pieces of a puzzle, like we’ve done this hundreds of times before.
“I can feel how hard your heart is beating,” he murmurs, and I can feel him smile against my skin.
I’m at a loss for words. I don’t know how I expected to feel after having sex with a man for the first time, but I didn’t expect to feel so…free. Like I just uncovered something missing from my soul, something I didn’t even know was missing until now. And as we lie here in each other’s arms, sleep creeping in on us, all I can think about is how much I can’t wait to do it again.
Ash passes out before I do, the soft, steady sound of his breathing like a lullaby to my tired body.
This changes everything.