Chapter Twenty-Seven
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Gem
Finn’s command went straight to my dick, making it ache in the confines of my jeans. The temptation to keep grinding against him until I came was right there, but I knew if I did as I was told, the reward would be so much sweeter.
I climbed off Finn’s lap and sank to the floor in front of him, watching as he unbuttoned his jeans and slowly pulled out his cock. I licked my lips, desperate for a taste, and Finn let out one of those dark chuckles that made my chest tighten. I loved that he knew exactly what I needed and that he was going to give it to me. The past few days had been rough for us, but this was the fun part of making up. Later, we could get to the detailed talking bit if we really needed to. Not that I thought we had much left to say.
“Do you want it?” Finn asked teasingly.
“Yes! Let me suck your cock.” I leant forward opening my mouth for him, groaning as he playfully tapped his cock on my lower lip and outstretched tongue.
“Open wide for me.” I stretched my mouth wider and looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Mmm, you look so pretty on your knees for me, baby. Such a beautiful little slut for me.” Finn reached out a hand and gently gripped my hair, making pleasure shoot through me. “Do you like it when I do that?”
“Yeah, I do,” I said. “Probably not much harder, but I… I like the idea of you controlling me.”
Finn groaned and closed his eyes. It made me glow knowing I affected him so easily. “God, you’re so perfect for me. I’m so lucky.” He looked down at me with an expression filled with love and desire. It was everything I’d ever wanted. Then he pulled me forward and guided his cock into my mouth. “Now, be a good boy for me and suck my cock. Make me feel good. And if you do, then I’ll give you what you need.”
I was happy to comply. Wrapping my lips around Finn’s cock, I flicked my tongue across the head to taste the salty-sweet precum gathered there before taking him deeper in my throat. One day, I wanted to take him all without gagging, but that was going to take time. I didn’t mind practising though. Finn groaned, muttering filthy words of praise as I sucked him, pulling out every single trick I could think of while my cock strained against its fabric prison.
“You can touch yourself if you want,” Finn said, a sweet but dangerous edge to his voice. “As long as you don’t come. And as long as you don’t stop sucking me. Remember, you’re supposed to be making me feel good.”
I moaned around his cock, knowing I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. I desperately wanted to jack my cock, but I had to try to open my jeans and pull myself out without stopping what I was doing. One hand reached for my jeans as I used the other to steady myself on Finn’s thigh so I could keep working his perfect length.
It took me a few minutes, but I eventually managed to pop the buttons on my fly open without changing my rhythm, and I was oddly proud of myself. I groaned when my fingers wrapped around my cock, slowly jerking it as I sucked Finn. He was my focus. I just wanted to stop my dick from feeling like it was going to explode. And not in the fun way.
“Mmm, that’s it. I love seeing you like this,” Finn said, tightening his hand in my hair and pulling me a tiny bit deeper. “I love it when you take what I give you because you’re so good for me. And you’re it mine. All mine.”
I groaned because those were the words I’d longed to hear. I’d been craving them for so long, and I knew they were real—they weren’t just being thrown around in the heat of the moment. I was Finn’s, and he was mine. The thought threatened to overwhelm me.
“Do you like that?” Finn continued. “Do you like that you’re mine?”
“Y-yes,” I said, pulling off his cock for a moment. “I love it. I want… Will you make me yours?”
Finn stroked my hair, then tugged me towards him. “Of course I will. Come here and give me a kiss, then go and get on your bed. I’m going to open you up for me and then fuck you slowly until you can’t think about anything except me inside you.”
I climbed to my feet and kissed him deeply, relishing every moment. When Finn released me, I raced off to my room, shedding clothes as I went. Behind me, I heard Finn chuckling and muttering something to himself about teaching me to be tidy. He could try, but I had better things to do right now than make sure all my clothes found their way into a neat pile or the washing basket. Grabbing the bottle of lube, I climbed onto the bed and presented myself to him face down, ass up.
Finn groaned as he entered the room, and the sound made my cock drip. “Fuck, baby, you look so good for me like that. So desperate for me.” I twisted my head and watched him walk over to the bed, shivering as he ran a hand across my ass.
“Yes,” I said. “Please, Finn. Fuck me. I need you.”
“Be patient,” he said, stripping out of his clothes and folding them neatly. “I promised you I’d give you what you needed, but you have to be good for me.” Finn picked the bottle of lube up from beside me before leaning down to press a kiss to one cheek, then the other, and finally, my hole. I gasped, loving the way his tongue felt against the sensitive skin. My fingers grasped at the sheets as Finn began to tease my hole with his fingers and his tongue. I wanted so much more, but I knew begging would get me nowhere. Finn would not be moved, and he’d probably just draw it out further to remind me to be patient. With someone else, that would have driven me crazy, but with him… it just made me realise how much I loved him. He cared about me and my needs. He knew what I needed and what I wanted, and he’d make me feel more incredible than I had in my life.
I groaned as Finn’s fingers breached me, opening me up slowly for him. “That’s it, baby, nice and slow… Mmm, you have such a perfect hole. I can’t wait to be inside you.”
“Please… I want that,” I said, turning my head to look at him. “Don’t make me wait. Please, Finn.”
“That’s not your decision,” Finn said pointedly. “But since you asked so nicely and you’ve been such a good boy for me, I suppose I can make an exception this time, my beautiful, desperate man.”
“Thank you.” I moaned as Finn pulled his fingers out of me and then slapped his cock on my hole before pushing it inside me. Fuck, he felt good! There was just the right amount of soft burn as I stretched around him, and Finn murmured soft praise as he slid deep inside me. He leant down and wrapped his hand around my chest, pulling me up onto my knees so my back was pressed against his chest.
“I love you,” he whispered as he began to fuck me slowly, punctuating his words with deep thrusts and soft kisses to my neck. “You are so sweet, and sexy, and funny, and kind, and you are so fucking gorgeous. You are everything to me, Gem.”
“I… I love you too.”
“Good.” Finn’s hand gripped my hip, pulling me onto his cock. “Now touch yourself. I want you to come for me. I love feeling your ass tighten around me when you come. It… fuck… it always gets me there too. And… mmm, I know you want to please me.”
I groaned and tipped my head back so it was resting on his shoulder as my hand reached for my cock. Finn was hitting my prostate with every deep thrust and grind, and my fingers on my shaft sent a bolt of electricity shooting through me. I jerked myself hard and fast, knowing I wasn’t going to last long. “Finn… I’m c-close… I…”
“Come for me,” Finn said, kissing my neck. It was like setting a match to tinder, and I cried out as my body tightened and my orgasm rushed through me, sparking off every nerve. Cum shot across my fist and the sheets, my ass tightening around Finn’s cock and pulling him deep inside me. Finn let out a deep, rumbling growl as his fingers tightened on my hip. “You are mine,” he said, his voice deep and possessive as he came deep inside me.
Our chests rose and fell together, and Finn pressed more soft kisses to my neck as we came down from the high of our orgasms. When he released me, I flopped onto the bed and laughed.
“You… you have got to stop turning my muscles to jelly,” I said, rolling onto my back and looking across to where Finn was stretched out on the other side of the bed, carefully avoiding the wet spots of cum in the middle.
“You don’t like it?” Finn asked, giving me a teasing smile. “Do you want to start having bad sex?”
“Fuck no… I just… Fuck, I have things I need to do today, and now I don’t want to do any of them. It’s really inconvenient.”
Finn snorted. “I’m sorry?”
“You should be,” I said. “Giving me all this good sex and being so nice to me. I’m not used to it.”
“Maybe we should do it more, then?”
“But then we’d never go to work, and you’d have angry clients asking why they don’t have audiobooks, and then we’d be poor and homeless, and that would be shit.”
“Okay,” Finn said. “Although I feel like that’s a bit of an exaggeration. How much sex did you think I meant we should have?”
“I don’t know, but if we do it more than… twice… or three times a day, I’m not going to be able to get out of bed.” I chuckled. “Maybe I should start going to the gym? Build some stamina.”
Finn laughed. “You could if you really wanted.”
“Nah, that sounds like too much hard work.” I grinned at him. “I love you, you know that, right?”
“I do, and I love you too. And I’m sorry for panicking and running away. I won’t do it again.” He slid across the bed and pulled me into his arms. “Thank you,” he said. “For loving all of me. You’re the only person who’s ever seen all of who I am and loved me for it.”
My chest tightened, because God, how the fuck could I not love him? “You are fucking perfect,” I said. “And I’m so fucking lucky to have you.”
“Not as lucky as me.”
“Fuck off,” I said. “We’ll call it a tie.”
Finn thought for a second, a rare glint of mischief in his eye. “I suppose that will do.” He kissed me, and I melted into his arms. I knew I had stuff to do today—setting up the whole fucking shop for one—but that could wait just a little longer. I had more important things to do.