Chapter 35 #2
“Hang on,” I said, letting my gaze drift from his chest to his abs, then further south to where his very enthusiastic cock looked up at me with its one good eye. “Can’t let you leave the kitchen like that.”
He cocked his head and glanced down to where my gaze was fixed.
I bent down and took his dick in my mouth again, gripping his shaft and jacking him off while my lips and tongue cleaned the silky beads off his tip. More leaked into my mouth as I sucked.
I drank him in.
When he stopped leaking and again complained that he might come, I pulled back and helped him off the counter.
He fell into my arms, and our lips crashed together, a swirl of passion and teeth and tongues.
I couldn’t get enough of Finn, couldn’t feel his body enough, couldn’t taste him enough.
My hands were all over him; and still, I wanted more—needed more.
I needed everything this man could give me, and I needed it right then.
“Bedroom, now,” I ordered.
He didn’t hesitate, breaking free of our embrace and bolting toward the stairs. I couldn’t stop a chuckle as his butt bounced when he bounded up the steps. Between the open stairs, I caught glimpses of his cock flopping about.
By the time I made it into the bedroom, he was sprawled on his back on the sheets, the bedcovers now pooled at the bed’s foot. One hand was stroking his chest, while the other stroked his cock.
“Where’s your lube?” he asked, a drunken gaze meeting my own.
I padded to the nightstand and retrieved the lube and a condom. Finn snatched the packet out of my hands, tore it open with his teeth, and removed the rubber. Then he rolled onto his side and took my length down his throat until he gagged. I had to brace myself so I wouldn’t fall over.
In a blink, his mouth was replaced by the roll of latex sliding down my shaft. Task complete, Finn rolled back onto the pillow and stared up at me.
“I can’t remember wanting someone so bad in a long time,” he said, his voice small, almost tentative.
I climbed onto the bed, cupped his cheek, and kissed him. “You’ve got me, Finn.”
He melted into the pillow, a puddle of lean muscle, auburn hair, and silky skin.
I grabbed the lube and squirted some into my palm, making sure my fingers were good and slick.
Then, still kissing him, I reached down and slipped between his cheeks, rubbing my index finger back and forth against his hole.
He puckered so hard at my touch that I wondered if we were going to make this work.
I shouldn’t have worried. A hot second later, he was relaxed, and I could practically feel his hole begging for my digit.
I slipped inside.
He groaned.
I pressed deeper, searching for . . . there.
He reached up and gripped the pillows like they might fly away.
In and out, so slowly.
The pressure of his hole relaxed more.
I slid a second finger in, just a bit.
He clenched, then relaxed again.
I slipped all the way in, turning my fingers to stretch him wide.
One hand grabbed my head again, nails digging into my scalp.
“I need your cock, Chase. Please.”
My fingers slipped free as my other hand grabbed the lube again. Two quick squirts later, my rubber-coated cock was slick and every inch of his crease and hole were drowning. With my slippery hand, I gripped his cock, coating it, too.
He squirmed and slapped my hand away. “I’ll come so fast if you do that. I’m so damn close already.”
“Then I need to fix that before we go on.”
His head craned up and brows knit together as I reached over and grabbed a cock ring from the still-open drawer. He squirmed as I slid it over his shaft, then collared his balls. The second it snapped into place, his cock throbbed, harder than before.
“Now, where were we?”
His head fell back against the pillow, and his hands rose to lie above his head in complete submission.
Bracing his calves on my shoulders, I lined myself up and pressed the tip of my cock against his rim.
The pressure was instant.
Then it receded, but only a bit.
I pressed forward, my head slipping inside him.
One hand flew up to grip my arm. “Easy. It’s been a while.”
I slid in until half my cock filled his hole.
His grip loosened.
His hand fell away.
I slid the rest of the way inside him.
“Fuck! You’re so—” He cut off as I pulled back and shoved into him again. Not hard, but not slow or gentle, either.
I slid back and thrust again, a little harder.
Then again, harder.
Then faster.
Over and over, until I was towering over him, his legs high above my shoulders, slamming into him as hard and fast as my body allowed.
The room was an oven.
Sweat rolled off my back and chest, dripping onto his unmarred skin.
“Chase! Don’t fucking stop. I want you to fill me! Fucking harder!”
I scooted forward, grabbed the spare pillow, and shoved it under him, then slammed my cock as deep as I could.
“Oh, fuck! That’s the spot. Fuck me, Chase! Right there!”
My mind was a blur. My body was on fire. All I could think or feel was Chase, his body, his ass, my cock. I drove myself into him again and again.
The headboard slammed against the wall.
I didn’t care.
I needed this.
I needed Finn.
I needed to—
“Oh, fuck!” I shouted between thrusts. “I’m getting close.”
“Do it!” Finn growled. “Fill me up, Chase.”
I grabbed his cock and stroked, while I pushed harder and deeper.
His hole clenched, a death grip on my cock, and I knew he was close.
My hand moved faster.
His abs clenched.
His head lolled from one side to the other.
Then he cried out, and the first stream shot free, coating his abs.
“Don’t fucking stop!” he shouted.
By the time the first wave hit me, he had stilled. His eyes wide, he watched as my back straightened, and every part of my body tensed.
“Finn! Damn it, I’m coming!”