Chapter Twelve #2
Finn kept walking, unaware that Prince had stopped, until he was suddenly pulled back into Prince's arms and crushed against his strong chest. The hand Prince had been holding was gently twisted behind his back, locking him into place.
"Say that again," Prince whispered.
"Wasn't I clear enough?" Finn quirked a brow, holding back a snigger as he took in the shocked expression on Prince's face. "I don't want to wait anymore. I'm ready to move to the next phase in our relationship. Even if it's just sleeping next to you. I…"
Prince pressed his mouth to Finn's before he could say more. The kiss was deep and hot, so all-consuming that Finn had to pull back, though not very far since Prince still had a tight hold on him.
"Damn," he said, gasping for breath.
Prince stared at him for a moment, his hands still gripping Finn as if he didn’t trust himself to let go.
"Are you sure you can handle sleeping with me?" Prince licked his lips, staring at Finn with eyes that could only describe as hungry.
Finn's fingers tightened in the front of Prince's shirt before he even realized he had grabbed hold of it.
Instead of answering right away, Finn stepped closer into Prince's hold. Fuck, what the hell did I do? Despite his thoughts, Finn gathered his courage.
I wrote a cheque. My ass is going to have to cash it.
He circled his free arm around Prince's neck. "I think we've danced around the issue long enough. Don't you?"
Prince didn’t speak. He stared at Finn, and it was as if Finn could read the older man's thoughts.
"I trust you, Prince. I know you’ll take care of me."
Prince nodded. "Let's keep walking."
Finn didn’t argue, and they started down the beach again.
He noticed they were heading away from the resort hotel, the moonlight guiding their path.
The lights of the resort slowly faded behind them as the beach grew quieter, the soft sand shifting beneath his feet with every step.
Waves rolled onto the shore in a steady rhythm, the salty breeze brushing against his skin while Prince's hand remained warm and steady in his.
He noticed that for such a gorgeous, romantic night, there should be another couple or two also enjoying the evening, but he didn’t mind that they were alone.
He was about to wonder if a walk on the beach was the big surprise when he spotted a burning torch in the distance.
Finn thought nothing of it as they continued walking until they came to a rock outcrop with more torches and candles mapping the way around the jagged sides.
Finn tugged on Prince's hand before they could turn the corner.
"Is this your surprise?"
Prince looked at him, smiling. "More or less." They stopped walking, and Prince turned, cupping his cheek, tilting his head up, and pressing their lips together. "Come on," he whispered, stepping back and leading him around the rocky corner that held the true surprise.
Nestled into the sand was a carefully prepared oasis of warmth and comfort, a floor bed layered with plush blankets and soft pillows in warm creams and soft neutrals.
Surrounding the bed was a canopy of sheer white drapes, gently shifting in the light breeze without catching on the nearby candles or lanterns.
Beside it sat a bucket holding a bottle of champagne, and a charcuterie board rested on the bed, filled with fruit, cheeses, and cured meats.
It was simple and not overexaggerated, exactly as Prince would have intended.
Prince circled an arm around his waist. "I see from your expression that you like what you see."
"I do." Finn kissed Prince's cheek, then stepped back and took his hand, slowly pulling him toward the bed. But he didn’t get on right away. Instead, he leaned up and captured Prince's lips in a gentle kiss.
The moment their mouths met, Prince's hand slid to Finn's thigh and tightened, lifting him off the ground as the kiss deepened. Finn gasped softly against Prince's mouth, his legs instinctively wrapping around Prince's waist while his arms circled his neck.
Prince leaned forward and lowered them onto the bed, their mouths still locked together in a deeper, more intimate embrace.
Finn reached between their bodies and started unbuttoning Prince's shirt, his fingers brushing the warm skin beneath the fabric.
He had only undone the first button when Prince suddenly caught his wrists and pushed them above his head against the pillows.
Prince leaned back, breaking their kiss, making Finn very unhappy. "Why did you stop?"
"Not stopping, just slowing things down," Prince panted.
"I don't want to go slow," Finn pouted.
"Then what do you want?"
Suddenly posed with the question, Finn became shy and glanced around, smiling when he spotted the chocolate sauce.
Sitting up, he reached over and dipped his finger in the sauce, letting it coat his fingertip before slowly dragging it across Prince's chest. Finn leaned closer afterward, watching Prince carefully.
"I want to eat you."
Prince's breath caught in his throat as Finn leaned down.
He slowly licked the sauce off Prince, never taking his eyes off him.
Prince smirked and pressed a hand to the back of his head. "You really are hell on my control, Finn Turner."
Finn leaned back. "I don't want you to hold back."
He pushed Prince onto his back and straddled his hips, and Prince instantly grabbed his waist. Finn took in a deep breath and caught the scent of salt in the air mixed with his own arousal.
"I know you had something different in mind when you planned this surprise, but things change." He brought his face down so that they were eye to eye. "Now you're under my control."
Prince's eyebrows lifted slightly, amusement showing in his eyes. "You don't see me running away."
"So many things I want to do to you, but for tonight, I simply want to taste you."
Finn sat back on Prince's waist, feeling Prince's cock hardening against his ass.
He grabbed Prince's shirt and pulled it open, not caring that he ripped off the buttons.
Then he reached for a strawberry and slowly squeezed it between his fingers, watching the dark juice drip onto Prince's skin.
The liquid trailed down his chest in slow lines over the ridges of his six-pack abs, disappearing into his mermaid line.
Finn licked his lips as he smeared the crushed fruit across his chest, paying close attention to his nipples and tweaking them with his fingers.
Then he bent down and licked the crushed berry from his skin, dragging the tip of his tongue over the berry-soaked nipples.
"Mmm," Prince groaned softly, pivoting his hips up as his hands tightened on Finn's waist, pressing his ass down to meet and grind on his erection. The movement sent a slow friction through Finn's body, the heat of Prince's hardness unmistakable even through the thin fabric between them.
"Oh fuck," Finn moaned, feeling his own cock swell in his pants as the pressure between their bodies deepened.
Prince's skin felt hot beneath his touch, the tight flex of muscle shifting under Finn's hands.
With a body as refined as the sweetest and most well-aged wine, how dare he call himself old?
Lowering his head, Finn sucked on one of Prince's nipples, tasting the sweetness of the strawberry mixed with the salt of his skin while tweaking the other with the tips of his fingers.
Even with the slight breeze blowing over the beach, cool air brushing against his back, Finn's body grew hotter as his arousal intensified.
The contrast only made the heat pooling low in his stomach sharper, heavier, impossible to ignore.
He wanted to blame it on inexperience, but that felt like a lie even as he thought it.
That has to be it.
But why did it feel different from when he touched himself or jerked off?
It had never felt like this. Finn had only meant to tease Prince, not take things too far, before enjoying the night the other man had planned.
But things changed with every brush of his mouth, and every flex of muscle under his hands made the heat spread faster.
Never had it moved through him so quickly, settling deep in his stomach and burning through his body until it felt like Prince Sullivan was the only thing that could put it out.
Could Prince be what legend and fairy tales refer to as the mating call? Or maybe it was just wishful thinking after secretly reading too many romance novels