16. Finn
Chapter 16
Finn
Having Ryder inside me was out of this fucking world. It wasn’t that he was larger than Father or that he was amazing at sex, but I was his first gay fuck. There was something about being Ryder’s first that sent me nearly toppling over into climaxing, which was explicitly against Father’s rules. It took all my power to hold back.
Ryder’s hot breath on my skin, fingers clawing at my shoulders, his heavy weight lying comfortably on top of me as Father played with his ass, sent electric currents throughout my body. Combine that with his scent mingled with our arousal, and his whimpers grew to be too much for me. Thank fuck, Father asked him to pull out for a moment, allowing me to breathe and calm my libido down.
Then Ryder surprised the hell out of me by refusing to pull out. Oh, fuck … Father was going to punish him for that.
With each paddle on his ass, Ryder punched his cock harder into me. I was going to fucking die, and no one was touching my dick. I swore that if things didn’t slow down, I was going to come hands-free.
It took several paddles on Ryder’s ass to get him to obey finally, and he pulled out. We were both breathing heavily, and his eyes slid shut when Father pinched the tip of his dick to calm it down.
“Can I kiss him, Daddy?”
“You may.”
He let go of Ryder as I tugged his head down far enough so our mouths met. His full lips were so suckable. I took his bottom lip between my teeth and tugged a little before sucking it. We were back at kissing, and when his tongue thrust into my mouth, I sucked on that, too.
Ryder’s mouth was ripped from mine when Father grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling his head back so he could kiss him, too.
“Back inside our Finn, Sweet Boy.”
I spread my legs for him, allowing Ryder to sink back into me.
“Pump into him. Don’t just sit there,” Father ordered.
Ryder began pushing himself in and out of me, slowly at first. As he worked inside me, I heard the low hum of the prostate stimulator. Fuck, Ryder was going to love that. There was hardly any greater pleasure than having your prostate massaged while you were fucking someone, like you were being fucked inside and out.
I watched his face as his eyes rolled as the stimulator went inside him. His body froze for a second, his eyes closed, and his head dropped, not holding back his grunts and whimpers. A sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead and upper lip.
His hips rolled, pumping into me. My body tingled with pressure and pleasure. I was so fucking close, but watching him in his pleasure kept me at bay. I cupped his face, needing him to look at me.
“How is our sweet boy, Finn?”
“He’s ready to burst, Daddy.”
“Do you need to come?” he asked Ryder.
“S-so much… sir.”
My hands still held his face, his blown-black, hazel eyes staring at me, his lips parted, panting on me. Fuck, he was gorgeous when he was about to reach his climax. Father was beautiful, too, with that moment of complete vulnerability.
“You’re both stunning together,” Father breathed, sitting back and enjoying the show as he languidly pumped his cock with his fist, the vibrator lying next to him. “Ryder, push yourself up and fuck Finn hard and fast. Finn, stroke yourself. I want to see both of you coming.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“T-thank you, sir.”
Ryder sat up on his hands, still looking at me, before turning his face into my hand and kissing my palm. It was such a small thing, so I didn’t know why that little gesture made me want to melt. It was strangely intimate.
I dropped my hand and fisted my still-lubed dick, stroking fast and hard, pulling out my orgasm, which wouldn’t be long as Ryder pounded into me.
His sweat dripped from his chin and landed on my face, cooling my heated skin.
“Jesus… if you could only see each other fucking,” Father said, his voice breathless.
Ryder’s eyes rolled into his head again as he paused in his pumping, and then came the hot spurts of cum, filling me, and marking me as his. Finally.
His cock grazed my prostate, and I quickly followed him, moving my hand, twisting it, and grazing the head with my thumb. I shot my load onto my stomach and chest as Ryder watched, blissed out in a sexual high. Then he fell on top of me, his heartbeat thrumming into me, his sweaty face resting in the crook of my shoulder and neck. But there was no time to relax. Father needed attending.
“Come on, Rye-baby. We need to make Daddy come.”
He nodded into my neck, sat up, and then helped me up.
Father was already standing and stroking, waiting for his turn.
I crawled over to him and sat on my knees, and Ryder copied me, both of us still covered in my cum. His cum leaked out of my ass and tickled me, which made me shiver.
“What would you like us to do, Daddy? Tell us, please.”
“Finn, on my left, please. Ryder on my right. I want your mouths on my cock.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Yes, sir.”
When we were on our knees on either side of Father, he fisted our hair. I pressed my mouth to his cock as Ryder watched me, following everything I was doing.
“Fuck me. You boys on your knees, worshiping my cock, is perfection. This won’t take me long.”
Ryder and I had a firm hold of Father’s dick as he pulled back and thrust, slowly picking up steam. Our mouths slid over his length, touching each other’s lips. I used my tongue for added stimulation, especially when we reached the head. I hoped Ryder did the same.
Father moved faster and faster, gripping our hair tighter. His breathing came on faster as he used our mouths. It was a first for us, never having a third person to blow him, and I love the double blow job.
He suddenly pulled away and thrust his cock into my mouth. I took him as far back as I could until I gagged around him. Father groaned and pumped for a bit longer before it was Ryder’s turn.
Seeing his mouth stretched around Father’s cock was a beautiful sight, his hazel eyes watering, and the slurping and gagging sounds coming from him were music.
There was no sense of jealousy in me. I loved watching them together as much as Father loved watching Ryder and me.
Soon, we were back at sucking Father’s length together. He was close as his cock swelled and burned on my tongue.
“Ryder, you take my load, then you share it with Finn.”
With a few more thrusts, Father pulled back. “Now, Sweet Boy.”
Ryder sat back on his heels, opened his mouth wide, and stuck out his tongue. Father pumped and pumped his fist, growling, before he came on Ryder’s tongue and face.
“Fuck, yes… Look at my cum painted on you. Perfect.”
When Father finished, Ryder came at me and pulled me into a kiss to share Father’s cum. I tasted the ever-familiar flavor I’d come to know and love, our fingers digging into each other’s skin.
He fisted our hair again and pried us apart. “Enough. My turn.”
We stood, and Father first gathered me in his arms. “What a beautiful and good boy you were. You were absolutely perfect as always, Precious.” He pulled me into a kiss. It was slow, his tongue exploring and tasting himself as his arms wrapped around me in a loving embrace.
He pried himself away before pulling Ryder against him. “Sweet boy… you, too, were perfect. How responsive you were, and the way you obey… and not obey for your punishment. You’ve come into this relationship with ease, as if you’ve been doing this your entire life.”
Father then kissed him, too. Ryder melted into him, holding him tight, letting himself be owned by my father.
He let him go and looked at me. “Please take our Ryder up to your bathroom and bathe him in your tub. I’ll take a quick shower. Then, meet me in my bed.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Yes, sir.”
He walked off and headed upstairs to shower. I took Ryder’s hand in mine and led him to the kitchen first, where I poured a large glass of water for us.
“Drink.”
He chugged his back, some dripping down from the corners of his mouth, clearly thirsty as I drank mine down.
When we finished, we put our glasses into the dishwasher, and I threaded our fingers together, dragging him upstairs and into my bedroom.
“I left my clothes—”
“We sleep naked. You don’t need anything.”
I stepped into my ensuite and ran the water to get warm in the large freestanding soaking stone tub. Once the water was hot enough, I put the stopper in. As the tub filled, I grabbed a small vial of essential oil and added several drops to the water. The air quickly filled with the scents of vanilla, sandalwood, and amber.
I took Ryder’s hand and stepped into the water, then tugged him in, too. He climbed in behind me, and we sat facing each other.
I smiled at his sweet and sleepy face. With no control of my own, my fingers reached for his cheek and grazed the skin, the stubble starting to peek through.
His eyes closed, and he leaned into the touch, making my heart beat faster. There was something about this man that was special. I knew he’d be perfect for Father and me, but not by how much. He was quickly becoming a part of our lives, belonging with us, as if he was always meant to be our perfect third. I definitely wanted more of Ryder in our lives, and I could tell Father did, too.
Before I could ask him how he felt about tonight, he said, “I want more, Finn. I… fucking loved this. It feels like I’ve known you both for longer than a few weeks. Y’all are so patient and… I don’t know.”
“I understand, Rye-baby.”
His hazels met my eyes. “You do?”
I nodded, grabbed the washrag, and dunked it into the water before filling the cloth with body wash. “Yes, I was just thinking about how you feel so natural being with us.”
“I think so, too.”
“You should also tell Father this. I know he’d love to hear that.”
“Okay.”
Ryder closed his eyes as I bathed him, the aromatic steam covering us, relaxing us.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked.
I grinned and ran the cloth over his face, making sure to get all the cum off of him. “Of course.”
He pressed his lips to mine, giving me a small and tender kiss, no tongue involved, before pulling away.
After we finished bathing, I dried him off because I felt like it, and then dried myself off.
Once again, I took his hand and led him to Father’s bedroom. I found him sitting up in bed under the sheets and blanket, looking at his phone, waiting for us. He glanced up and smiled at us.
“Ah, my two beautiful boys. You both look like you’re ready to pass out.”
He patted the bed, and we climbed in.
As much as I missed Father snuggling with me, Ryder needed it more, so I had him lying down in between us. He rolled over toward Father and touched his face. “I had a really good time. I really like doing this with you and Finn… so much.”
Father’s chocolaty eyes softened as he returned Ryder’s touch. “And we really like having you with us.” He pressed a kiss to Ryder’s forehead and laid down, pulling him against his chest as I rested my body flush against Ryder’s back. I reached over him and laid my hand on Father’s arm, needing to touch him.
Sleep quickly found me, surrounded by comfort and warm bodies.
The next day, after Ryder left, I straddled Father’s lap on the couch as the news played in the background.
He smiled up at me and ran his fingers through my hair, pulling it away from my face. “Something on your mind?” he asked. “Let me guess. It’s about Ryder.”
I leaned forward and kissed his forehead. “Yes.”
He ran his hands over my bare arms since I wasn’t wearing a shirt, patiently waiting for me to tell him what I wanted to say.
“How do you feel about him so far in our lives?” I asked.
“I think he fits our dynamic perfectly. You chose well, Precious.”
“I think so, too.”
“Why do you ask? Do you want to push this experiment longer? Are you developing feelings for our Ryder?”
“The month is up. Are you not feeling the same?”
He sighed and rested his head on the back of the couch, staring at the ceiling, his hands still grazing my arms. “I am. He’s special, Finn. We’re all still new at this, but he’s hard to resist. We all fell into this so easily.”
“I agree.” It hadn’t been part of the plan, but I believed Ryder belonged with us—that maybe we could fit him into our lives, but I also worried about my relationship with Father. It would really put it to the test by bringing Ryder in for more than just sex. “We don’t have to talk about this yet with him, but I’d like to consider dragging this out longer and see where it takes us… all of us. But I don’t…”
“You worry about how I will feel about it?”
“Yeah.”
Father raised his head to look at me and cupped my face. “Finn, I know you love me. That’s never in doubt. And I love you. That will never fucking change. Ever. But it does complicate our relationship. At the same time, I feel the same way you do about Ryder. If you want to pursue this further, I’m fine with it. I would love to, but we need to promise each other that if it starts to cause a strain between us, we’ll end it.”
“I am one hundred percent on board with that. You will always be my priority and first love.”
“Now that we are being frank and honest, I do worry sometimes that I’ll eventually get too old for you. Part of me is grateful for Ryder so that when I do get too old, you’ll have someone more your age. At the same time, I don’t want you to let me go.”
My heart raced at his words and vulnerability. In almost every other instance in our lives, Father was strong, confident, and dominant. But I loved it when he could be open like this, unafraid to show and talk about his fears. It was one of the main reasons I loved him so much and why our bond was so strong.
I pressed my hands to his face and forced him to look right at me. “That will never fucking happen. Your age is completely irrelevant to me. Our relationship isn’t just about sex or attraction. It’s about completion and finding your perfect fucking person. Even if we have a third who is just as perfect, he is not you. He cannot replace you. Is that understood? If you get too old to have sex, my love for you will never stop. You will always be mine, Father, and I will be yours.”
“I love you, Precious.”
“And I love you so fucking much.”