Chapter 38 #2
I blanket Finn’s body, our mouths meeting deliciously as I reach for my cock.
He’s ready for me, eager, by the way he pulls back his knees to give me room.
I rub my tip over his opening, teasing myself with what I want, and it’s not until Finn squirms his annoyance and bites down on my bottom lip that I give in.
Sinking inside of him is heaven.
It’s a mission not to have my eyes roll back as his ass takes me in. The tight warmth hugging my cock is all Finn, and to think that I almost lost this because I was too in my own way … I’m never making that mistake again.
Finn reaches down to grip my ass and slams me the rest of the way home. My pubes meet his balls, and I swallow his long moan.
“Good?” I check again.
“Please fuck me.”
That I can do. Fantasy Finn might have been a bit bossy, but I prefer the real thing. Bossy when he needs to be, but, like now, he’s not afraid to beg.
I thrust into him, setting him a steady rhythm while he gets used to me. Our mouths break apart, and he leaves one hand on my ass while the other holds steady on my shoulder. A small smile crosses his face.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Just … happy.”
It’s the weirdest sentiment I’ve ever had during sex, but I know what he means.
I’m not fucking him to get off. I’m not here to turn on an audience.
I’m here with him because I want to be, and it feels incredible.
I leave a last lingering kiss on his lips, then straighten.
The way my cock moves inside him gets a pleasant hum, and Finn grabs hold of his cock.
I’ve teased him enough tonight that he has to be close, and I’m determined to keep going right up until he gets there.
I’m barely aware of anything but the slapping of our bodies meeting, my pulse pounding in my ears, his heavy breathing, and the way my cool apartment is getting stifling. I feel so fucking good, and while Finn might be close, there’s no way I’m far behind him.
My cock is aching with how much I need to come.
It’s there, lingering just out of my grasp, and with every thrust, I can feel myself getting closer.
I’m torn between enjoying the way expressions play out across his face and wanting to lean in and kiss him again.
Between wanting to take over jerking him off and keeping my hands planted on his hips while I pound into him.
Finn is everything. He makes me want everything.
It’s terrifying, but for the first time, I’m comfortable with being scared.
Because Finn is right there with me.
The desire to watch him is drowned out by my need to kiss him. I finally give in and lean over him, my thrusts increasing as our mouths meet. I reach between us so I can stroke him while I let loose on his hole.
I can’t contain it anymore. I can’t hold back.
He lifts his hips to meet each thrust, and we find a rhythm that has us climbing higher and higher toward release.
I’m close, and I can tell he is too. I try to hold out for him to the point I have to stop kissing him so I can bite my lip to cause enough pain to take that edge off from going past the point of no return.
The second Finn curses and says, “I’m coming,” my body takes that as permission to give in to every sensation.
For the first time, we come together, and I fill Finn up. I keep pushing inside him for as long as I can, hoping each touch of his prostate prolongs his orgasm until it’s oversensitive and he begs me to stop.
I get to that point first though. My cock is spent, I’m completely empty, and I can no longer hold myself up. Finn grunts as I collapse on top of him, and I slip out of his ass.
We’re both sweaty, unable to talk through our heavy breathing, but his skin on mine feels amazing. His erratic heartbeat under my head is somehow calming.
I never want this moment to end.
“I’m glad that was only for us. As hot as that would’ve been on camera,” he says.
I lift my gaze, resting my chin on his chest. “We can have that for only us anytime you need it.”
“Can I ask you something without you getting mad?”
My blood runs cold, but I tell myself to stay cool. I don’t even know what he’s going to ask yet. “I can try not to get mad if that helps.”
“I want you to know that it isn’t coming from a place where I’m asking you to stop filming. It’s your job, your livelihood, and the only part that would make me uncomfortable is if you spoke privately with any of your subscribers—”
“I wouldn’t. Not while I’m in a relationship. I can promise you that.” I’m sure I’ve said that before, but if he needs the reminder, then I’m happy to give it to him.
“I believe you, which is why I really hope you believe that this question is coming from a place of me checking my expectations, not a pressure-y place. I guess I want to know if you ever see a time where you won’t be on Money Shot anymore.
Or if you see yourself doing something different, like your graphic novels.
I’m not proposing here or anything, but what if we were to get married in the future?
Is that a line for you, or would you keep going while you’re still earning money?
Again, just know that I’m supportive of it, but we should probably talk about the what-ifs so I’m not under the impression you’d stop if we were to ever adopt kids or—”
The thought of marriage and kids is scary, yes, but I’m all in with Finn, and that means having to think about those things because they’re what he wants from a future.
I don’t know exactly how to answer his question though.
“I’ve always said if I manage to earn enough money from my graphic novels that I’d give it up, but I haven’t thought much past that.
Hell, I only had the courage to hit submit on my graphic novel in this past week, so I don’t have high hopes of making money from it anytime soon. ”
“Wait, you did?” Finn’s face lights up. “That’s amazing! It’ll be their loss if they reject it.”
“You haven’t even seen it.”
He shifts, and I fall to his side, while he sits up to look me in the eyes. “Will you show me?”
My breath catches, and I have to remind myself again that being all in means letting him all the way in.
I can do this. I can.
Can I do it without throwing up from nerves? Only time will tell.