Chapter Two #2
Jonah squeezed his eyes shut and nodded. Finley kissed his cheek and then he was gone, though he wasn’t far away. Fuck. Jonah tried to suck in a deeper breath. He felt almost raw, like an exposed nerve, and the feeling only subsided when Finley pressed up against him again.
He was naked and when Jonah turned his head to try and get a peek, Finley kissed him hard, moving lazily against him. Jonah whined when Finley pressed against the sensitive skin of his arse, but Finley only pulled back with a huff of laughter.
“Five more,” he said, and Jonah nodded. He could do it. “Then I’m going to open you up and breed you.”
“Fuck, yes.”
Jonah wanted it, wanted Finley’s knot, his cum deep inside him, and from the feral grin on Finley’s face, that was all he wanted as well. A bottle of lube dropped onto the bench next to Jonah’s arm and then Finley brandished the paddle to show him.
It was covered in leather, too, and Jonah shivered at the sight of it. “Finley.” He wasn’t begging yet, but he wasn’t far off.
Finley grinned. He trailed a claw down Jonah’s spine and Jonah clenched his hands into fists, wishing he had something to hang onto.
He didn’t need to worry. Finley planted one hand between Jonah’s shoulder blades and Jonah took another deep breath.
“Count for me, sweetheart.”
“Wha – Fuck!”
Pain pulsed through him, harsh and sweet, and the pressure on his back increased.
“Jonah…”
“I, fuck – One.”
Finley let up, just a little. “Good boy.”
Jonah bit back a whimper when Finley spanked him again. The paddle was more unyielding than Finley’s palm, but Jonah knew he was holding back – he had to. It didn’t matter. Jonah had never felt anything this good.
“Two.”
Three and four went in quick succession, one to each cheek, and then Finley’s hand was on the back of Jonah’s neck, his face pressed into Jonah’s hair. “Breathe for me, sweetheart.”
Jonah sucked in a breath. His legs were shaking, and there were tears on his face, but fuck. He’d never wanted to cum so badly, had he?
“Just one more. Can you do it?”
“Y – Yes.”
Jonah cried out at the final blow, cock so hard that he was sure he’d cum just from that. He didn’t, but it was a close thing, made closer when Finley immediately dropped to his knees. Pleasure mixed with pain as Finley’s fingers dug into his bruised cheeks and spread him open.
“Finley…”
Finley licked over Jonah’s hole, then speared his tongue in deeper. Jonah let out a choked moan, pushing back against him. Finley ate him like he was starving, teeth a little sharp as he pulled back to nip at Jonah’s cheeks.
“Finley, I’m gonna – Fuck, please!”
Finley pulled back. He snatched up the lube and Jonah shook at the slick sounds of him rubbing it over his cock. As he lined the head up with Jonah’s hole, Jonah shook his head.
“What is it?”
“Turn me over.”
Finley pulled back immediately, hands gentle, but he hesitated. “Jonah, it’ll – It’ll hurt less, this way.”
Jonah threw him a scowl over his shoulder. “We’re gonna be stuck together, aren’t we? I wanna see you.”
Finley snorted. He leaned down for a kiss that was slower than the others had been, though there was still an edge of heat between them. “Alright, sweetheart.”
He helped Jonah to his feet and between them, they got Jonah’s jeans and underwear off before Finley ushered him back onto the bench.
“The cuffs?”
Jonah felt his face flush, but he tried to blame it on the hiss of pain he’d let out when his arse met the bench. “Leave them.”
Finley kissed him again, sucking on Jonah’s lower lip. “Kinky boy.”
“Like you didn’t know that already.”
Finley nodded, like the point was moot as he settled between Jonah’s splayed legs. His cock pressed against Jonah’s hole.
“Jonah—”
“Fuck me hard,” Jonah demanded. “Like you’re about to lose control.”
Finley’s eyes flashed and when he smiled, he revealed a mouth full of fangs. Jonah’s cock jerked against his stomach. Finley’s eyes dropped to it for a second before he grabbed Jonah’s hips.
“Oh, I’m always right on that edge with you, Jonah.”
He pushed inside and Jonah bore down on him, groaning when Finley met no resistance. After being fucked by Damon the day before, Jonah wasn’t that surprised, and besides, he wanted this. He wanted Finley to fill him up, to fuck him, to own him…
“Fuck!” he shouted when Finley was fully seated and wrapped his legs around Finley’s hips to keep him close.
Finley buried his face in Jonah’s neck, teeth worrying the skin there. Jonah tipped his head back, happy for Finley to leave whatever marks he liked.
But he wanted something else more.
“Finley… move.”
Finley licked over the bruise he’d left, lifting his head to give Jonah a smirk. “Whatever you want.”
He pulled back and slammed in hard, making Jonah let loose a cry of pleasure.
It wasn’t long before they both lost themselves to it, Finley fucking Jonah hard and deep.
Jonah tried to push back against him, but it was difficult with the cuffs still on, and the fact that he couldn’t move, couldn’t touch, had him reaching the edge faster than he’d expected.
Finley growled and Jonah moaned when he tore through Jonah’s shirt, lowering his head to bite down Jonah’s chest. Neither of them had touched Jonah’s cock, but it was rubbing against Finley’s abs, through the hair that led down to his cock, and Jonah whined, trying to rut up against him.
“Are you ready for my knot, Jonah?” Finley asked. He sucked one of Jonah’s nipples into his mouth.
“Yes! Fuck, give it to me!”
Finley growled again and he thrust in twice before he stiffened. His cock jerked inside Jonah as he came, head thrown back in pleasure. Jonah’s mouth watered. He wanted to leave a mark of his own.
He was distracted from that thought by the pressure as Finley’s knot swelled, forcing his hole to stretch around it. Jonah whimpered. He wanted to cum. Finley kissed his ear.
“Such a good boy for me,” he murmured, and Jonah could have sobbed in relief as his hand finally closed around Jonah’s cock. “You ready to cum? I bet I can make you do it twice before my knot goes down.”
He shifted his hips, knot tugging at Jonah’s rim, and Jonah squeezed his eyes shut, nodding blindly. “Finley, I need to cum, please…”
A few strokes were all it took. Jonah’s back arched and he came with a cry, cum shooting over his stomach and chest. Finley leaned down to kiss him, and Jonah whined when he realised the mess was all over the two of them now.
They were both quiet for a moment after, but then Finley tugged Jonah up and into his lap. He kissed Jonah’s neck as he unfastened the cuffs, dropping them to the floor. Jonah shook out his wrists, then slid his hands over Finley’s shoulders and down his chest.
Finley grinned. “Round two?”