Chapter 37
Ash
S cooting back, I watch Finn crawl onto the bed after me. The corded veins in his forearms bulge and muscular shoulders bunch, dark, heated eyes never leaving mine. The way he’s looking at me, like he wants to devour me, is primal, sending a layer of goosebumps all over my skin. My cock twitches, and I’m dying to touch it, but I won’t. I want him to do it. Want to feel his rough hands roaming my body. His tongue mapping out his favorite parts of me.
He loves me.
I still can’t believe this is real, that he said that to me. And with so much conviction and passion. Finn made damn sure I knew how serious he was when he uttered those three beautiful words. My heart hasn’t slowed down since, and I’m not sure it ever will.
“Fuck, I like it when ya look at me like that, baby,” he murmurs, his body now covering mine.
Gripping the outside of my thighs, Finn drags me down until my back is flat on the bed. Gazing up at him, I’m overwhelmed and kind of in awe at how Finn was so easily able to make me feel better after having one of the worst fights I’ve ever had with my sister. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still upset, and probably will be for a while. But he was there, right when I needed him. He knew exactly what to do, the right thing to say. The way he stepped in and walked me back from a panic attack… I don’t know if he even realizes it.
“Look at you like what?” I ask with a coy smile.
“Like you can’t wait for me to have my filthy way with you.”
A chuckle bubbles past my lips. “I mean, you’re not wrong.”
A low, rumbly growl sounds in Finn’s throat as he dips his head, burying his face in the crook of my neck. Heat shoots down my spine, pooling low in my belly, as the sound of him inhaling deeply fills my ears. Nuzzling his nose all around like he’s trying to catalog my scent to memory, he works his way down, pressing kissing to my overheated flesh. He nips at my collarbone before going lower, tugging my sensitive nipple between his teeth before soothing it with his tongue.
My entire body feels as if electricity is surging through it. Every single inch of me can feel the gentle press of his lips, the hot, wet glide of his tongue, and the tingling ache of his teeth as he takes his time exploring my chest. Finn finds my hands, linking our fingers as he drags my arms above my head. As he pins them to the pillow, he lifts his head, lips finding mine and taking them in a kiss that steals my breath away.
Finn kisses me purposefully. With passion and need and…love.
He kisses me like he loves me.
Tongue gliding against mine, he savors my mouth as he shifts the hold of both of my hands to one of his, bringing the other down to wrap around my throat. He squeezes just enough to make my heart race and my balls throb. Enough to let me know he has me, but not enough to cut off my air. His lips are already doing a good enough job of that anyway, and I’ll gladly gasp for air because of him any day.
We make out like this for a while, until my head is dizzy and my lips are swollen. We’re both hard, and every once in a while, Finn will allow his stiff length to slide against mine, the sensation electric, but only for a moment. Just enough to make me gasp into his mouth and want to beg for more. Eventually, his lips leave mine, eagerly working a hot path along my jawline, then down my neck again, until he unabashedly buries his nose in my armpit.
My cheeks flame. The sound of his deep, shameless inhale and the growl that follows is downright animalistic and filthy. Lowering his body against mine, Finn rolls his hips, his thick, juicy erection rutting against my own as he continues to breathe me in. He moves to the other one, showing it the same attention. My body is so keyed up for him and every single touch that I’m leaking a sticky mess all over my stomach. I need him inside of me like I’ve never needed anything in my life, but this—every teasing brush and lick—is keeping me more than satisfied in the meantime. Watching how far gone Finn is for me, like he can’t not touch me.
When he works his way down my body, my stomach flutters, anticipation welling up inside of me. His hot, slick tongue dips into my navel before going even lower. A moan rises in my throat as Finn leans over, nipping at my hip, an explosion of unbridled arousal flooding my veins.
With my hands free, I push myself up onto my elbows, glancing down at him as I murmur a breathy, “Daddy…”
Peering at me from beneath his lashes, with heavy eyelids and glassy eyes, he smirks wickedly before biting down on me again, but this time on the other side. My hips lift off the bed of their own accord, the need coursing through both exhilarating and overwhelming at the same time.
“Touch me, daddy,” I beg, feeling like I’m going to combust if he doesn’t.
“Where do you want daddy to touch you?” Finn drags a teasing finger across my waist before asking, “Here?”
I shake my head, a whimper falling off my lips. “Lower.”
Using the same finger, he traces a featherlight path down my thigh, brow arched as he peers up at me. “Here?”
Grinding down on my molars, a frustrated groan rolls up my throat. “ Please.”
Finn breathes out an infuriating and sexy laugh before, without ever breaking eye contact, he runs the flat of his tongue along the length of my cock. “Oh, did ya mean here?” he chuffs, that damn mouthwatering smirk cutting into his cheeks. “You want daddy to suck your cock, is that it?”
“Fuck,” I huff out. “Yes! Fucking please! I’m dying here.”
Heat and humor dance in his eyes as he looks from my face down to my hard, throbbing dick, the tip slick and engorged, twitching under his hungry gaze. “Well, can’t have that, can we?” he drawls, voice like rich, top-shelf bourbon. A garbled gasp flies out of me as he wraps a tight, firm grip around the base and closes his lips around the crown.
My eyes roll back, and I grip the blanket underneath me as I’m engulfed in absolute heaven. His tongue swirls around the tip, a groan sounding from him as he cleans up the pre-cum pooling at the slit, then hollows his cheeks and sinks down, taking as much of me in his mouth as he can. Finn’s shoulders heave as he gags, but he doesn’t let that deter him.
“Fuck, you’re getting good at this,” I moan, threading my fingers through the strands atop his head. Mouth full, he peers up at me from beneath his wet lashes, eyes practically twinkling with excitement. “Think you got deeper this time before you gagged.”
Dragging his hand up my abdomen, he rolls a taut nipple between two fingers, tugging on it and flicking the jewelry, sending a fresh wave of heat through my body. I moan from the double sensation, and it’s as if the sound spurs Finn on. In an instant, he seems to abandon slow and teasing, sucking my dick like his life depends on it. He skillfully twirls his tongue around before taking me deep, while tugging on my full, achy balls at the same time.
“ Fuck,” I rasp. “Just like that, daddy. Mmm, fuck, you suck me so good.”
Without stopping, he peers up at me, pupils blown wide, and brings three fingers to my lips. Knowing exactly what he wants, I part them, letting him slide them across my tongue. I suck on them, getting them nice and wet while never taking my eyes off the way his swollen, red lips stretch around my cock. Finn brings the spit-slick digits down, dragging them behind my balls and over my taint before easing one past the tight muscle. My jaw relaxes as he works a second in, scissoring them and stretching me so fucking good. By the time he works the third finger in, my body is coiled tight, and I’m about to combust.
Balls tingling, heat pooling low in my spine, I cry out, “Stop… stop! I don’t wanna come yet.”
Finn pulls his mouth off at the same time he withdraws his fingers from my ass, and when he sits back on his haunches, he flashes me the sexiest grin that brightens his whole face. Cheeks flushed, lips swollen and slick, and his eyes heavy and nearly black with lascivious hunger, Finn Moore looks like an insatiable god. I watch, rapt, as he wraps one of his large hands around his equally large cock, stroking it lazily, his eyes laser focused on me.
His gaze is so intense I can feel it like a physical touch all through my body. Mirroring him, I close my fist around my length, matching his speed as I pump myself for him to watch. His gaze bounces between my face and my dick.
“Fuck me,” I moan, biting down on my bottom lip as that panty dropping smile returns.
“You need me to fuck your sweet, tight ass, baby?”
“Mmhmm.” I nod.
Finn lifts an eyebrow. “How bad do you need it?”
“ So bad, daddy,” I purr. “Please fuck me. Stretch me with your fat cock, make me cry out for you, then fill me up with your cum.” Lips curling into a smirk as arousal rips down my spine, I add, “Breed me, daddy.”
A growl rumbles out of Finn as he drops his hand and leans over the bed, grabbing the lube from the drawer. After he coats me with the cool gel, he lathers his length, wasting no time lining himself up to my needy, stretched hole. My legs wrap around his waist as he covers my body with his, sliding his hand behind my neck and gripping me while he slowly eases himself inside of me. It’s a fight to keep my eyes open as he feeds my ass every last delicious inch of his cock. The air around us electric as he takes it slow, giving me time to adjust before picking up the pace.
Strokes slow, but deep, our faces stay only a mere few inches apart. So close I’m breathing in his air. He brings his left hand around the back of my neck to join the other until they’re cupping my head as his cock slides in and out of me with ease. Finn isn’t just fucking me… He’s making love to me. His movements are sensual and full of passion, and sparks fly from him, right into my chest, where they wrap around my heart and squeeze.
“You like that, baby?” he husks.
I nod, holding on to his forearms as he hits that sweet little button inside of me that makes my breath falter. “Y-yes,” I moan, fireworks soaring throughout my body. “Yes, daddy. I love the way you fuck me.”
Finn’s eyes darken, each plunge into my hole becoming harder than the last. With our gazes locked, we lose ourselves to one another. The grunts, labored breathing, and the slick sound of his body drilling into mine, filling the air. A record on repeat. Tightening his grip on the hair at my nape, he crashes his mouth down on mine. He pours everything into this kiss. Goosebumps prick my skin, every inch like a live wire.
Every touch, every thrust, every stroke of his tongue is heightened. My chest heaves as Finn breaks the kiss, gazing at me like he can see inside my soul. Heart thundering against my ribs, I’m hit with such an overwhelming wave of emotion. Tears string the backs of my eyes, a lump forming in my throat that makes it harder to breathe. Something shifts. We’re no longer separate. With every snap of his hips, we become one. With each deep, mind-melting thrust into my body, I give more of myself to him.
I give him all of me.
He’s giving me all of him too.
Finn’s jaw clenches, his brows knit together tightly. I know he’s getting close. “I fuckin’ love you, Ash.” Sweat drips down his forehead, cheeks flushed. “You’re mine ,” he grits out. “I’ve got you.”
“I…” My vision blurs as the first tear spills over, rolling down my cheek. “I love you, Finn.”
His lips press down on mine, tongue licking into my mouth as I feel his body stiffen. Finn kisses me hard, and I swallow down his throaty groan as he finds his release, filling me up and sending me over the edge. My balls tighten, core clenching moments before my dick throbs, thick, hot cum splashing my stomach and chest. Raw, sensual pleasure thrums through my veins, my release feeling never ending.
Finn buries his face in the crook of my neck as we work on steadying our breaths. My skin tingles everywhere he peppers with a kiss. By the time he pulls out and rolls onto the bed beside me, my eyes are fighting to stay open. Exhaustion claws at my senses as I curl up in his arms, finding solace in his scent and the safety I feel with him wrapped around me.
He loves me.