Chapter 28
Ash
S quinting against the morning sun pouring in through the curtains, I try to get my eyes to focus on the clock on the nightstand. I groan when I realize it’s barely after seven in the morning. What time did we finally pass out? It had to have been late—or, I guess, early. Glancing up at the man snoring softly, I’m surprised to find him still asleep. He’s usually up before me, even on the days he doesn’t work on the ranch.
I become acutely aware of the heavy throb between my legs at the same time I look down and find Finn just as hard as I am. Smiling, an idea blooms in my mind. But first…as softly as I can, I roll out of bed and quietly pad across the floor to flick the lock into place on the bedroom door. Tucker won’t be awake for a while, but just in case, I’d rather be safe than sorry.
Lifting the covers, I slide underneath and bring my hand to his thigh, gently spreading him open. Finn stirs, dragging in a deep breath, and I freeze, looking up to see if he’s waking up, but he settles, so I move between his legs and take his thick, long length in my hand. He’s hot to the touch and soft like velvet. The tip of his cock glistens with pre-cum, and it pokes out just barely from underneath the foreskin. As I slowly pump him in my hand, the way it glides, revealing more of his crown before bunching up and hiding it is mesmerizing and sexy all at the same time.
Leaning in, I flick my tongue against the tip, gathering his sticky arousal, and I can’t help the groan from sounds from me. The memory of Finn cleaning me up last night—the way he looked and sounded feral as he did it—sends a rush of heat down to my already aching cock. It was unexpected for him to even try it at all, but then to keep going until he cleaned up every last drop, and the way he clearly enjoyed it, was enough to make me blow all over again. He let go last night, and if I had to guess, I think he surprised himself.
I stretch my lips around his head, swirling my tongue around underneath the thick foreskin a few times before sinking down and taking more of his length in my mouth. I’ve never met somebody as big as Finn. He has to be at least nine or ten inches long and fat . I love a massive dick, but even I questioned if it would fit inside my ass last night. The longer I suck him down, the more he stirs, and when a breathy moan falls from his lips, I peer up at him from beneath my lashes, mouth stuffed with his beautiful cock and find his sleepy eyes on me.
“Mornin’,” he rasps, the sound of his morning voice sending a shiver down my spine and goosebumps all over my body. I moan around him by way of response, his nostrils flaring on a harsh breath as I’m sure the sound vibrated through him. His full, plush lips tip up into a smirk. “Could get used to this,” he drawls, then his hand comes down to my head, fingers threading through the strands.
My eyelids flutter at the gentleness of his touch and the way he’s watching me with equal parts amazement and desire. Finn watches me like I’m the only one he sees; he did it last night, and he’s doing it again now. It makes my heart race and my skin tingle, makes me feel naked, and not in the physical way. Like he’s seeing me in a new light, and I suppose he is. I like it…but it scares me just as much.
I pop my mouth off of him and grab the bottle of lube still on the bed beside us, smiling to myself at how relaxed and exhausted we were when we finished last night that we didn’t even clean up or put it away. I drizzle the cool liquid over his dick, spreading it around before I straddle him. Having been fucked only a few hours ago and knowing his cum is still fresh inside of me, I feel comfortable not prepping myself first, although I rethink everything when I line the blunt, fat tip up to my hole.
Lips parted, Finn alternates his gaze between my face and where I slowly sink down onto him. My jaw goes slack as the head slips in, the burn from the intrusion stealing my breath from my lungs. Slowly, I guide more of him inside of me until eventually my ass connects with his pelvis. The feeling of fullness is unreal. It’s like he’s going to split me in two, but fuck, I love it. He fills me so deliciously that I can’t focus on anything other than how good it feels.
Finn’s gaze flickers behind me toward the door for a moment before coming back to me.
“I locked it.” I press my palms flat on his fuzzy chest and let my hips take control. “Did you sleep good, daddy?” I ask, voice low and gravelly.
“After what we did last night, how could I not?”
“Did you like what we did?” I slide all the way up, then back down, feeling him deep in my guts. Moaning, I bite down on my bottom lip as I hold his heated, hooded gaze.
“You know I did,” he husks with a sexy little half smirk that makes my stomach flutter. “Did you?”
Arching my brow, I ask, “Would I be up here riding you like a stallion if I didn’t?”
A throaty laugh rumbles from him as his hands find my hips. “Fuck, I kinda love the sight of you bouncin’ on my cock first thing in the mornin’.”
I bite back a grin. “You like the way my ass grips your fat cock, daddy?”
Fingers digging into my flesh, he groans, the sound spurring me on. “Fuck yeah, I do.”
Sweat spills from my pores as my chest heaves. I grind on his lap, the tip of his dick grazing the spot inside me that has me seeing stars. Every brush of it has pleasure radiating through my entire body. I’m hard and dripping, my balls throbbing with a need to come already.
“You’re such a dirty man, daddy,” I purr with a smirk. “Fucking your nanny before anyone else is awake. What would people think?”
With a deep groan, he tightens his grip on my waist and uses it to guide my movements. “Fuck what they think,” he growls. “You’re mine.”
At his possessive words, my heart thunders against my ribs, breath catching in my throat, but I do my best to hide the way they affect me. I bring my hands behind me, resting them on the tops of his thighs as I ride him harder, my stiff cock bouncing up and down as I do. Finn’s gaze drops down, seemingly enthralled by the sight of my dick. His throat rolls as he swallows, and his tongue pokes out, wetting his lips like he’s dying for a taste.
“You want my cum again, daddy?” The rough, sultry lilt to my tone sounds foreign to my ears. His gaze flies up, meeting mine, fire burning brightly in his darkened orbs. “Is daddy a cumslut for me now?”
I moan as his hips snap up, meeting me thrust for thrust, our bodies colliding brutally, sending fire through my veins.
“That’s not an answer,” I groan.
“Yes,” he snarls through bared teeth.
“Yes, what?” A smile curls my lips, the need to hear him say it gripping me like a vise.
His nostrils flare as his wild gaze collides with mine. “I want your cum,” he growls. “I want it all. It’s mine. You’re mine.”
“Oh fuuuuck,” I sputter, pulling off his cock and climbing up his body as I hold on to the headboard with one hand and wrap my other around my aching, swollen dick. I stroke myself hard and fast, my eyes never leaving his. Pressure builds, heat spreads, and right as I can’t hold on any longer, I moan, “Open your mouth, tongue out.”
My heart gallops as I watch him do just that. His eyes stay fixed on my face, his pupils swallowing all the color of his irises while his chest rises and falls with shallow, quick breaths.
“Fuck,” I gasp, feeling my balls tighten. “Fuck, fuck, yes, daddy, I’m gonna come for you. Are you going to drink it all?”
Tongue sticking out, he nods, his grip on my hips turning painful. It hurts so fucking good. I can’t hold on any longer. My brows pinch, jaw relaxing, as it hits me all at once. The first spurt lands on his upper lip, and he quickly licks it up, a groan ripping from his throat.
“Fuck yeah,” I rasp, covering his tongue. “Such a filthy fucking man you are, daddy. Taking my cum so greedily. You love it, don’t you.”
A deep groan is his only response as I drag my tip across his coated tongue. He sucks it into his mouth, cheeks hollow, eyes rolling back. After a minute, I pull out and spin around on his chest, gripping his still stiff cock in my hand before I swallow him down in one go. As my head bobs up and down, Finn wraps his hands around my thighs, tugging my ass to his face, where he buries his nose and inhales. The sound is filthy and animalistic, but I can’t deny how hot it makes me.
Next, his tongue lashes out against my hole, swirling around before licking a long, hot strip all the way up to my balls before going back down again. Each time he drags in an inhale of my scent, his cock twitches in my mouth, and more pre-cum drips onto my tongue. I double down, craving the taste of his release. One hand cups his balls, rolling and tugging gently, and I bring the other to his shaft, pumping him in tandem with my mouth.
His breathing is heavy, face still buried between my cheeks, and he’s moaning loud enough to vibrate through me. It doesn’t take but another minute before I feel him swell in my mouth and spill down my throat. As his orgasm hits, he turns his face, biting down on my ass cheek hard enough that I know there will be a mark later.
The thought sends a lick of fire down my spine. The idea of being marked by Finn does something for me.
Once I swallow him down, I climb off his lap and turn around to face him. The morning sun lights the side of his face, and I’m in awe of how beautiful and relaxed he looks. My heart races as curiosity takes over me.
Curiosity about how things will go from now on. Are we going to walk out of this room and pretend it didn’t happen?
Will this happen again? Do I want it to?
Last night, I was so sure about it being one night only, but now that daylight is upon us, I’m not so sure if I still want that be to the case. I know we have to talk about everything that’s happened, but as I flit my gaze to the clock, I realize now isn’t the time. Finn turns his head in the same direction, and as he looks back at me, I know he’s thinking the same.
Swallowing thickly, I hook a thumb over my shoulder. “I should probably head back to my room before he wakes up.”
A flash of what looks like disappointment passes through his gaze before he nods. “Okay. I’ll get up and start breakfast soon.”
I move to get off the bed, but Finn wraps his hand around my wrist, stopping me before I can. A moment passes where neither of says anything; we just watch each other. Finally, he tugs gently on my wrist and says, “Give me a kiss before you go.”
My heart pitter-patters at the cute innocence of his demand. Leaning across the bed, I meet him halfway, our lips crashing together. His tongue licks into my mouth, and he kisses me fiercely, leaving me breathless and dizzy when we pull apart.
Lying back down, he tucks his arms behind his head. “No fuckin’ ignorin’ me,” he mutters, lifting his brow.
I chuckle and stand up, offering him a mock solute before finding my shorts. “Yes, daddy.”