Chapter Twenty-One
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Gem
Finding myself in a hot bath surrounded by a mountain of bubbles with a glass of wine and a good book was not the outcome I’d expected when I’d walked into the shop and seen the mess. I’d been pretty sure my evening would consist of swearing, mopping the floors, more swearing, pizza, and an entire bottle of Jameson.
When I’d left the message for Finn I’d just been venting. I hadn’t expected him to show up. But just like that, he’d arrived like my knight in shining armour. I didn’t know why I’d doubted him.
I flipped the page of the book I’d borrowed and reached for the glass of red wine perched on the tall, wooden unit next to the bath and took a long sip. The water washed gently over my stomach, its heat sinking into my muscles and unknotting the stress.
“Knock, knock,” came Finn’s voice from the other side of the door, accompanied by two gentle taps. “Can I come in?”
“Sure.” I glanced at the page to check where I was, then closed the book and slid it onto the unit, careful not to dislodge too many bottles. The door cracked, and Finn appeared, looking less worried than he had before.
“How’re you doing?”
“Better,” I said. “I mean, I know it’s still going to be a shitshow, but it’s a shitshow I can deal with tomorrow.”
Finn chuckled. “Good. I made you a list of builders to ring—a couple from Checkatrade and a couple Lewis and Jules recommended. Someone Jules works with, his cousin runs a construction company, and if we tell him we know Stefan, he’ll come and help as soon as possible. Friend of a friend thing.”
“Thanks.” There was a swirling mix of emotions churning in my chest composed mostly of a heavy dose of guilt. “You didn’t have to do that though.”
“I know, but I wanted to.” Finn looked away from me, focusing his eyes on the teal tiles along the edge of the bath. “You’re my friend, and I care about you… a lot. I don’t want to see you struggle. There’s not much I can do beyond helping from the sidelines, so please, let me do this for you.”
“Okay,” I said because there was no way I could argue with him. There was something about the way he’d said what he said that made me stop and think, a note of emotion I couldn’t name but could feel in the very depths of my soul. It made a note of hope sound somewhere inside me. “Then I won’t be a dick about it.”
“Good. I’d hate it if you did that.” Finn turned towards me and smiled. Heat pulsed through me. He was so fucking handsome. I really wished he could see what I did.
“What are you doing now?”
“Not sure. Why?”
“Want to join me?” I shot Finn a ridiculous wink, and he laughed.
“I’m not sure we’ll both fit.”
“True, but where’s the fun in that,” I said. “Come on, get naked.”
Finn rolled his eyes but conceded before I could nag him any further. “Fine, but if we make a mess, you can clear it up.”
“Of course.” I watched as Finn pulled off the hoodie and t-shirt he’d been wearing, my cock stirring as I watched his lean body come into view. Damn, he was sexy. “I’m surprised you agreed so quickly,” I added as he shrugged his jeans off, leaving him in brightly patterned socks and black boxers.
“Me too. I’m, er, not usually spontaneous,” he said as he removed the last of his clothes. I let out a little growl of delight. His cock was starting to fill, and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on him to show him just how much I appreciated everything he’d done for me today. I drained my wine in a swift gulp and slid the glass back onto the unit before sitting up as much as possible. The bath wasn’t huge, and it would definitely be a squish, but Finn would be naked and right there for me to touch, and that was all I wanted.
Finn frowned, clearly thinking through the potential arrangement of limbs. Then he stepped into the far end of the tub, his eyes widening as he did. “Jesus Christ, how hot did you make it?”
“It’s not that bad,” I said. “It’s temperate.”
“I’m surprised you haven’t boiled,” Finn said, putting the other foot in and lowering himself into the water. “How do you still have skin?”
“Don’t be rude.” I flicked some bubbles at him. Finn batted them away with a wry smile. His legs were drawn up to his chest, which meant I couldn’t get to his dick. “Put your legs on mine,” I said, pointing roughly. “You can stretch them out a bit that way.”
“I don’t think that’s going to work.” He still tried it, though, moving his legs slowly so he didn’t send water everywhere. It sort of worked until I realised the tap was going to be digging into his spine. And I still couldn’t reach his dick without being really obvious.
“What if you spin around? Put your back against my chest? You should fit between my legs.”
“You know,” Finn said as he moved, “I’m very sure I could make a joke there.”
“You could.”
“I’m not going to though.” The water splashed over me, and although my legs were pinned to the sides of the bath, Finn just about slotted between my thighs. He rested his back against my chest, tilting his head back to rest it against my shoulder. It was a bit awkward, because he was taller than me, but it worked. I pressed a kiss to his temple, and he let out a soft, happy sigh. Somewhere in the back of my mind, a small voice pointed out that this wasn’t something friends did, even friends who fucked. This was firmly a relationship thing.
I squashed the small voice. Not because I didn’t believe what it was saying, but because I didn’t care. I’d talk to Finn at some point about how I felt, but right now I just wanted to enjoy it.
“No?”
“No, because I’m a gentleman.”
“You are?” I asked, unable to resist teasing him. I pressed a kiss to his neck and felt him relax against me.
“Yes.” Finn tapped my leg playfully. “I am a nerd and a gentleman.”
“I think I’m more of the roguish type. Here to seduce the gentleman.” I reached around and gently ran my finger down Finn’s chest.
“Oh? I thought I was supposed to be helping you de-stress,” Finn said. “I had plans.”
“This is helping.” I kissed his neck again, and Finn let out a soft moan. “This is what I want.”
“Okay… then touch me. Make me feel good.” He twisted his head, his lips finding mine for a slow, deep kiss. Water splashed onto the floor as Finn rotated himself so we were face to face, and my hand slipped between us to run down Finn’s body to his hardening cock. Finn groaned into my mouth as my fingers tightened around his shaft, pumping it slowly. The desire to get him off fast and watch him paint my chest with his cum warred with my desire to draw it out, drag him into the bedroom, and lose hours.
“Yes,” Finn murmured. “That feels so good. I love it when you touch my cock.”
I moaned as his tongue slid into my mouth, soft and claiming. As we broke apart, I could see the globes of his ass over his shoulder, highlighted by the remains of the bubbles. It was such a perfect ass.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.” Finn levered himself up slightly so we weren’t quite nose to nose, but my hand never left his dick.
“Can I fuck you?” I asked, silently praying his answer would be yes. “I want to spread you out and show you how amazing you are and how much you mean to me. I want to bring you the same pleasure you bring me, even though I know I’ll never come close. I want you to tell me everything you want, and I want to do it for you. I want you to tell me how to fuck you.”
“Yes,” Finn said as he leant down to kiss me. “I want that too.”
He pushed himself up and climbed out of the bath, water rushing off his skin and the remaining droplets glistening in the bathroom’s soft lighting. He grabbed a towel and began to dry himself off, and I couldn’t resist watching him.
“Are you coming?” he asked, giving me a devious smile.
“I suppose. I was just looking at you. You’re so fucking sexy.” I levered myself out of the water, taking the towel Finn handed me before leaning over to kiss him.
And I didn’t stop kissing him.
One gentle peck turned into something sweet and deep, and then somehow, I was being backed up against the door with Finn’s fingers in my hair and his dick grinding against mine. Eventually we made it to the bedroom, even if the steps between the bathroom and the bed were a hazy mess of fingers and tongues.
Finn climbed onto the bed, stretching out and making me stare. He looked so casually confident wearing a wry smile and with desire burning in his eyes, and I didn’t know how I was still standing. He beckoned me with one finger, and I went willingly, slotting between his legs and covering his body with mine as we went back to making out. Finn groaned into my mouth, his hands roaming over as much of my body as he could reach.
“Before you fuck me,” he said, “I want you to suck my cock and eat my ass. Get me wet and desperate for you.”
“Your wish is my command.”
I began to kiss down his body, worshipping every inch of him. Finn growled, his fingers fisting in my hair when I sucked his nipples into my mouth and pulled them between my teeth. The sound went straight to my cock, and I ground against the bed, desperate for a little friction.
“Stop that,” Finn said. “You’re supposed to be focused on me, not you. If you can’t behave, I won’t let you fuck me.” I groaned at his words—because oh my fucking God could he be any sexier—and resisted rolling my hips again, even if it felt like fucking torture. “Good boy.” Finn stroked my hair, and I leant into his touch, craving his praise. “Now keep going. I want your mouth on my cock.”
He released me, and I slid farther down the bed. I pressed kisses across his hips and then onto the shiny, silken head of his cock. Finn had the perfect dick, and I loved having it in my mouth. It was no hardship to kiss down his shaft and tease his balls with my tongue before swallowing his cock down as far as I could. I knew Finn loved me taking as much as I could, even if it made me choke and gag, and doing that made pleasure shoot through me. Pleasing him, worshipping him… it sent me to a relaxed, happy place that I’d only ever experienced in fantasies.
Finn whispered filthy praise to me as I sucked him, his words punctuated with low moans and growls that sent me higher and higher. The sounds were achingly familiar, but I wasn’t sure if it was because I already knew them as Finn’s or whether I’d heard them somewhere else before. My brain was too preoccupied to figure it out.
“That’s it… Fuck, baby, you’ve got a hot mouth,” Finn said. “But you need to stop now. I want you to eat my ass.” I didn’t want to stop though. I was having too much fun, and I didn’t want to lose the weight of Finn’s cock on my tongue. But Finn wasn’t giving me a choice. His fingers fisted in my hair, and he gently pulled me off his cock with a rumbling growl. “I said that’s enough. Were you not listening to me?”
“I was,” I said, hoping my cheeky charm would get me somewhere. But Finn’s eyes were molten heat that seared into my soul, and I couldn’t ignore the glint of disappointment at the edge of them. “But I… I love sucking your cock. I didn’t want to stop.”
Finn’s smile was sharp enough to cut. “My poor boy. Are you that desperate?”
“A little.” I suddenly wondered whether he’d be up for calling me a slut… just for him obviously, but sometimes it was something I craved.
“Are you sure you still want to fuck me?”
“Yes. Please.”
“Then I want you to put your mouth to good use on my hole.” There was no room for argument in his tone. “Use this too.” He passed me a bottle of lube, which he’d procured from somewhere, and his smile softened. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”
I took the lube and watched Finn lift and spread his legs, exposing his ass to me. I swallowed. “Can I, er, can I request something?”
“Of course. What is it?”
“Can you… will you… sometimes, when we fuck, will you… would you call me a slut?” I felt my face heating, feeling more vulnerable than I had in a long time.
“Yes, baby. I can do that. Thank you for telling me,” he said. “And if you ever don’t like how I use it, or you want me to stop, please just say so.”
“Okay.”
“Good. Now, please open me up before I take matters into my own hands,” Finn said. “And I promise that will not involve you at all.”
The teasing threat was enough to make me sink down and run my tongue along his taint and across his hole. Another shiver of pleasure raced across my skin at the noise Finn made. I used one hand to gently pull his ass cheeks apart as I began to do as I’d been told, licking, sucking, kissing, and teasing the sensitive, puckered skin until Finn was a writhing mess. I loved the earthy taste of him on my tongue, and the desperate stream of growls, groans, and praise that filled my ears. My other hand found the bottle of lube, and I poured some onto my fingers, slowly pressing one into his hole alongside my tongue.
“Fuck! Oh fuck, that’s it. Yes! Get me ready for you,” Finn said. “I can’t wait to take your cock.”
I moaned and pushed another finger into his ass, pumping them in and out slowly. Finn gasped as I brushed the pads of my fingers across his prostate. Pressing a kiss to his taint, I started teasing the spot until I couldn’t stand it anymore. I needed to be inside Finn so I could watch his face. I wanted to see the pleasure I brought him and watch him come on my cock, knowing I was making him feel good.
Pulling my fingers out, I slathered more lube onto my cock and repositioned myself so I could kneel between his thighs. Finn looked up at me with slick lips and a desperate expression that left me with no doubt that he was still the one in charge. Slowly, I jerked my cock, tapping it gently on his slick hole, waiting to be told I could fuck him.
“Such a good slut for me,” Finn said, beckoning me down for a kiss and sliding his tongue into my mouth. “Waiting to be told what to do. You’re always so good for me, and you always know how to make me feel amazing.” His fingers caressed my jaw, adding a new dimension of tenderness to the kiss. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to start off slowly… tease me… and then I want you to give it to me hard. I want you to make me come on your cock.” He smirked at me, and I knew what was coming. “But you’re not allowed to come until I tell you to. And you’re not allowed to come before me. Do you understand? Can you do that for me?”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “I’ll try.”
“You won’t try,” he said. “You’ll do as you’re told. Because you’re a good slut, and you want to make me feel good.”
I groaned and nodded, knowing I’d do exactly as he said. Finn knew how to push all my buttons, and it was an incredible feeling. Lining up my cock, I slowly pressed inside him, watching Finn’s face as I did. His ass felt incredible around my cock, and I knew I was going to have to concentrate to make sure I didn’t blow my load in the next two minutes. I didn’t think Finn would be disappointed in me if I did, but I wasn’t going to give myself a chance to find out. Instead, I focused on fucking him slowly, sliding all the way in and out, and lifting his hips and wrapping his legs around my thighs so I could tease his prostate with the head of my cock with each stroke.
Finn groaned, his fingers fisting the sheets as pleasure rolled through him. And just knowing I was doing that to him made me dizzy.
“Harder,” Finn said. “I want it harder now. Give it to me.” I did as I was told, pulling him onto my cock and fucking him with everything I had. Heat shot down my spine, and I bit my lip as I tried to stave off my impending orgasm. “That’s it… Fuck, just like that, baby. God, that feels so good!” Finn reached for his shaft and began to jerk himself hard and fast as if he knew I didn’t have much control left in me. “Give it to me… I want it… Make me come. I know you can… Fuck!” Finn growled, his body tensing as his hand flew over his cock as he shot creamy ribbons of cum across his skin. His ass tightened around my cock as I fucked him, and it felt like he was trying to pull my orgasm out of me. I was so close, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.
“Come for me,” Finn said softly. “You’ve been so good. I want you to come. Give me your load.”
That was all I needed, and I cried out as I buried my release deep inside his hole, my fingers clutching his thighs. “Fuck,” I said as soon as it felt like I could breathe again. “That was…”
“Yes, it was.”
I chuckled and gently pulled out, lowering Finn’s legs. Then I leant down and kissed him slowly. “Thank you. That was amazing.”
“You’re welcome.” He kissed me again, and when I lay down beside him, he wrapped his arms around me, keeping the troubles of the day a distant memory.