Chapter 18 #2
“Si,” I panted with my forehead glued to the wallpaper. “I’ll do anything.”
“Fuck the wall while I fuck your ass with my tongue and fingers. I need you ready for me. But don’t you dare come. That belongs to my cock.”
I groaned, my eyes rolling because I’d missed my dominant, possessive Finn and his filthy commands.
My hips snapped forward, rolling my dick up the wall as his tongue delved back into my hole.
Each forward thrust, as he worked his fingers into my ass—stretching me, prepping me—pressed my cock between my stomach and the hard surface, making it harder to think straight.
The urge to wrap my hand around my dick and fuck myself while he fucked me was too much, but I knew Finn wouldn’t allow it. Not until he said.
I was teetering on the brink of a mind-blowing orgasm when a third finger entered me, pressing against that spot that left me blind with pleasure. I was so fucking close. Sweat coated my skin, and my whole body was taut with tension as I tried to keep it from taking over.
“Finn,” I cried as his fingers fucked me harder and deeper, driving my hips forward so my dick dry-humped the wall. I was fucking losing it. “I can’t. I can’t—”
His fingers left me just as the peak of pleasure nearly took hold.
My knees buckled as a shattered cry fell from my lips.
Before my knees hit the carpet, my body was slammed back against the wall, caged by his strength as he entwined our hands and held them against the wall.
He peppered my shoulder blades with kisses as he rolled his hips into mine, his cock sliding slowly between my ass cheeks. Again. And again.
“Finn, please,” I panted, my voice pure desperation. I felt him smirk against my back, knowing he had me exactly where he wanted me. At his mercy. “I need you so fucking badly you have no idea.”
“Don’t I?” he husked, letting go of one of my hands to reach around and wrap his around my throbbing cock.
He flicked his thumb over my slit, swiping away the pre-cum.
A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest into my back as I jolted and whimpered.
“I have some idea. I need to be inside you just as fucking bad.”
His cock found my entrance, and he pushed in slowly.
My mouth fell open, my forehead pressed against the wall as the delicious sting of him claiming me sent sparks through my entire body.
Fuckkkk. There was no better feeling in the world than having him inside me.
He groaned, deep and full of barely restrained desire, as he eased himself in, inch by inch.
He let go of my cock and wrapped his arm around my chest, pressing his palm against my pounding heart until he was fully inside and still.
“Enzo.” His deep voice was laced with so much emotion that it caught in his throat.
He dropped his forehead to my shoulder and rolled it, holding himself still inside me, letting me get used to the sensation of being full again. But I didn’t need to get used to it. It felt like fucking home. I never felt more myself than when this man was inside me.
His hips shifted back, dragging himself through my ass before thrusting back in and knocking the air from my lungs.
I closed my eyes, panting hard as I surrendered to every slow, deep claim he made, taking me back to the edge in seconds.
I couldn’t stop the rapidly building pressure this time.
I came hard, my ass clenching around him, but he didn’t change his slow rhythm or lose control.
Instead, he milked every drop of pleasure from me, holding my body to his as I fell apart, shooting my release up the fucking wall.
When the orgasm faded, my arms hung at my sides, my body so relaxed that I could barely hold myself up without the wall and Finn’s slow thrusts. He kissed my neck and ran his hands over my chest, caressing and worshipping as if I were a piece of living art.
“You did so well,” he whispered as I slowly regained my senses. “Now you’re nice and relaxed for me.”
I knew what that meant, and my heart sped up again, excitement and adrenaline surging through me because he was nowhere near done.
He was just getting started. He pulled out of me and walked backwards towards the king-size bed in the centre of the room.
I turned slowly, leaning against the wall and watching him in a daze, unsure whether my legs would work yet.
He kicked off his trousers and wrapped his hand around his dick, stroking himself slowly as his dark gaze travelled over my body.
I knew I looked different from how I used to.
Finn used to be the muscular one, but now I wasn’t only taller than him but bigger too.
My body was still lean, packed with hard, bulging muscles from years dedicated to fitness and weights.
And from the way he licked his lips and the angry veins throbbed in his cock, he liked the new me just as much.
He sat on the edge of the bed, still stroking himself as he drank me in. My eyes followed the movement, and my own dick hardened again at the sight of him.
“On your knees,” he ordered. It wasn’t even a choice for my body to resist. I did so immediately. “Crawl to me.”
I fell to my hands and knees and crawled towards the bed, keeping my gaze locked with his until I was between his legs. His cock was right there, so fucking close I wanted to taste it, but when Finn was in full Dom mode, I wouldn’t dare until he said so.
“Later,” he said, as if he could read my thoughts. “Come here.”
I climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs, and my fingers clawed through his hair. His rough hands grabbed my ass, hoisting me up so he could position himself at my hole again.
“I want you to ride me, Enzo. Slowly. Make yourself come again. Only then will I fuck you the way those pretty blue eyes beg me to.”
His cock slipped inside, easier this time because he’d already been there, but I still groaned at the intrusion. He let go of my ass and leaned back on the mattress so he could watch me lower myself onto him.
“Holy fuck,” he swore, throwing his head back when I was fully seated on his cock. My hands raked through his hair. I forced him to look at me again so he could watch as I started to ride him, slow and deep, lifting myself up and down while my hard cock bobbed between us with each movement.
Our eyes locked, and our heavy breaths fell into sync as the intensity of this intimate position sent the sensations to a whole new level.
Unable to stay apart a second longer, our lips met in a crash of need and devotion.
My hands tore through his hair while his clawed at my back.
He lifted his hips to meet my every thrust, and soon we found the perfect rhythm of lovemaking that had us both shaking as we fought to hold back from coming too soon. Neither of us wanted this to end.
“Cazzo, I missed this so fucking much,” Finn moaned into my lips. “I missed you.”
My heart nearly leapt out of my chest at those words. I could have fucking cried. I wouldn’t, but I could have. Instead, I told him how I really felt.
“I missed you every minute of every fucking day. I’m sorry,” I panted as his cock slid in and out of me at the most delicious pace, each slow thrust hitting that spot inside. “You’ll never know how fucking sorry I am for breaking us.”
He grabbed my face and stared into my eyes. “I do. I know now.”
I swallowed hard, then kissed him harder.
My thighs trembled as I bounced on his cock, hitting that spot again and again, each sending me into anal ecstasy in seconds.
Finn could feel it too, tensing beneath me as he tried to hold back his own release while I roared his name.
This time, he didn’t let me recover from the orgasm.
He twisted out from under me, throwing me down on the bed and slamming inside me from behind.
He was chasing his own release now, fucking me the way I’d been begging him to with my eyes for days. Hard, fast and passionate.
He grabbed my hips and pounded into me, making animalistic grunts and groans from behind as my body lay limp beneath him, too relaxed to give anything back.
He lost all control, his thrusts powerful yet out of sync as he blindly chased his rapture with desperate urgency.
The noises he tore from me were mindless cries of submission and pure fucking joy, because this was my definition of heaven.
He grabbed my hair roughly, yanking my head to the side so he could devour my mouth as he fucked me into a new reality. My cock pulsed beneath me, rubbing against the duvet with every thrust into my ass, and I knew I could come again.
“Touch yourself,” Finn finally growled, and the relief of wrapping my hand around my cock was too much, especially as I felt Finn’s heavy body seize on top of me as he came with my name on his lips. I came within three strokes, my face buried in a pillow and my hips jolting.
Finn was dead weight on top of me, but when he tried to lift himself, I grabbed his arms and wrapped them around my chest again, plastering him to my back so he couldn’t get away. I never wanted him to leave me, but yeah, that would be problematic.
“I’m crushing you,” he breathed, resting his cheek against my neck.
“I don’t care. Just two more minutes.”
We stayed like that for five minutes until I became wheezy and short of breath.
He rolled, slipping out of me, and headed straight to the bathroom, as I knew he would.
I smiled because it almost felt as if nothing had changed.
Finn was still the same hot-as-fuck, dominant yet caring lover he’d always been.
He strolled back out with a wet flannel and smirked at me, still lying in the same position, deceased. He wiped the flannel through my ass cheeks, cleaning me up, then forced me to roll onto my back so he could take care of my dick.
I watched him intently the whole time, a deep ache in my heart, knowing this was what he needed to do.
He’d told me years ago that there had never been anyone to take care of him after he’d been fucked by paying paedophiles and rapists.
It broke my heart when he confessed that the boys had to wash and care for each other when they were brought back to Grim.
He said it had become a habit, something he just had to do with a lover to make sure they were okay afterwards.
I remembered the night he admitted that, even though he felt more comfortable being a top, he loved being a bottom but never did it because he thought it meant he was fucked up for enjoying it after what he’d been through as a boy.
He was scared I’d judge him for it. But once I reassured him I never would, that he was the strongest fucking person I knew and that I was in awe of him, he eventually asked if I would fuck him.
I knew at that moment I had his full trust. That I could take him however he wanted, without making him feel like a victim or judging him for liking it.
He said it was healing. That I was healing.
He gave me the most vulnerable parts of himself, praying I would eventually do the same, that I would find the strength to face my demons like he had.
But I never got there. I let my fear control me, and in doing so, I broke his trust.
I sat up and lifted my hand to his face as he looked at me with confusion, because I had tears in my eyes.
“I’ll never be deserving of you, Finn. I know that.
” He opened his mouth to argue, but I wasn’t finished.
“But I love you so fucking much that I promise you, right here and right now, I will love you with every beat of my undeserving heart until it gives out and my bones turn to dust. And even then, I’ll love you in another time, in another life.
It will never end. Do you hear me? No matter where we both are, or what the fuck we both do, my love for you is endless. ”
He stared at me, his body taut with tension as he digested my words and the genuine feeling I poured into them, because I meant every one. I pressed my forehead against his and closed my eyes.
“I won’t ask anything of you ever again, except for this one thing. That you’ll give me another chance to love you the way you deserve.”
I opened my eyes and lifted my head to find him still staring at me. His dark pupils flicked between my blue eyes, then he slowly nodded. “Okay.”
I blinked, unable to believe I had heard him correctly. “Okay?”
He smiled at my shock. “Okay, but fuck up again and—”
“I won’t!” I shouted, diving at him and knocking him back onto the bed before kissing him. He chuckled between my kisses, trying to break away for air, but I wouldn’t let him go. I finally had him, and I’d never let him out of my sight again.
“Fuck, I love you,” I groaned, rolling on top of him.
“I love you too, you persistent fuck,” he laughed from beneath me, and my face split into the widest grin.
“Persistence pays off.”
“Yeah. Clearly.”
I suddenly jumped off him, feeling so alive with adrenaline and indescribable happiness that I had to move. I grabbed his arm and tugged him across the bed. “Get up. Shower with me. Then we’re going out.”
“Out where?” he asked. “It’s five in the morning in Italy.”
“Si, but it’s only eleven pm in New Jersey. The night is ours.”
“Can’t we just stay in bed and sleep?” he groaned, but he reluctantly followed me into the shower.
“Not for what I want to do.”
“And what do you want to do?”
I smirked, pulling him into me under the stream of water. “Something long overdue.”