Chapter Seventeen
Ryder
I’d been drunker in my life. Way drunker. But also way, way more sober. Finn, too. I’d say we were nearing post-LIV levels when the Uber dropped us off at my place from Johnny Pete’s. But maybe even hornier.
Finn dragged me by the hand up the stairs, skipping steps on the three flights. Once we were inside, he growled and kissed me so hard our teeth clanked together. I ignored it and kissed him back just as hard as we shed our shoes in the doorway.
I was fucking horny. Yes, I’d come down his throat only a few hours earlier, but there was more than enough time to wait out my refractory period. Not to mention it was so fast that I could’ve gone another round almost immediately once I was done.
He was ravenous as we stumbled our way to the bedroom, growling, “I could taste your jizz the whole night.” He groped my hard cock through my pants. “Still can.”
“Bet you have blue balls. I wanted to blow you, too.”
“Fuck yes, I do. I’m so fucking horny for you right now, Ry. Fuck!”
I stopped him in front of my bed and held his face. “Oh yeah? How about shooting that load up your boyfriend’s ass?”
Finn’s face went blank, and I shoved him down on the bed. I stood over him and watched as he burned. “Really? We’ve never…”
“Yeah, really.” I climbed onto the bed and crawled between his legs until my face hovered above his. “I told you I’m vers. It’s way past time we switched it up.”
“Fuck,” Finn breathed, still red and looking more than a little discombobulated.
I laughed. “Do you not want to?”
“Yes! Uh… yes. Yes, I do.” He answered too fast. “I want to fuck you. Really bad.”
“You sure?”
“I’m so fucking sure, Ry.”
“Yeah?” I said, torturing him.
His face scrunched adorably, and his eyes flicked up to the ceiling as if he were considering it. “Pretty sure I’ll like getting fucked better, but if you’re down, I’m so down.”
“I am so down,” I said, kissing him. “No one ever wants to fuck me. Not even my own boyfriend. Maybe he doesn’t think he can handle taking his best friend’s older brother’s hole?”
Finn growled, grabbed me, and flipped me onto my back, changing our positions physically and metaphorically. I knew that would get him wild. I needed to be fucked, hard, fast, and put away wet.
It was true that I liked both gay sex positions, and that most guys wanted me to top them. But I needed to feel Finn inside me. Let him take all his pent-up arousal out on my body.
Finn undid and unceremoniously yanked down my jeans for the second time that night.
And for the second time, he met my raging erection.
Only he didn’t stop, and stripped me bare from the waist down.
He removed his T-shirt with both hands, giving me the wonderful sight of his elongated trunk, tufts of pit hair, and stretched abs.
I removed my own, then helped to get his pants off.
Finn knew where I kept the lube, fetched and applied it to himself. I settled back and spread my legs for him. His eyes went wide, taking me in. “Fucking hell, Ryder.”
“You like it?”
He had to stroke himself. “Fucking yeah, I fucking like it. I like you. Every single part of you. Inside and out.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I said, not willing to let myself feel that.
Finn lined his cock up with my hole, saying, “I can’t believe I’m about to put my cock in you. Jesus.”
“Stop talking about it and do it.”
We locked eyes, and he shoved all eight plus inches in me at once.
No teasing or fingering me open. No telling me to breathe, or waiting for me to adjust for him. Nope, my drunk boyfriend, who was fucking a man for the first time ever, rammed it all in me without a second thought.
It was my fault for teasing him, but it knocked the breath out of me, and I grunted. Finn asked if I was ok, and I told him to hold it there for a second. He did, giving me time to relax and realize I’d most definitely feel that in the morning. The next day, too.
After a minute, I grabbed his face and kissed him, wild and sloppy. He had to find his aggressive side. I needed to be fucked. Hard.
“Fuck me, babe,” I groaned in his ear.
“Yeah? You’re okay?”
“More than okay.”
“Won’t you be sore?”
“I fucking hope I am. I can’t wait to watch your speech with a sore ass ‘cause the best man fucked me.”
“Fuuuuck, Ry,” he moaned, and moved his hips.
Finn didn’t hold back and ramped up his speed and force. Pounding away at my ass like he was mad at it. It hurt a little at first, but then gave way to the most intense bliss I could imagine.
My body opened for him, and my groans turned into moans.
Finn grunted as sweat beaded his forehead, and my eyes rolled back.
Every cell in my body screamed for him. His testosterone-fueled lust made manifest was as much a cleansing ritual as wish fulfillment.
After everything that day, I needed, not wanted or desired, to feel the pain and pleasure of sex with a man.
With him. With Finn. With the man I loved.
We might not say it yet, but I felt it, and the singular wholeness of giving myself to him was beautiful.
Finn kissed me, aggressive and possessive. The sharp smacking sounds echoed off the walls, adding to my pounding heart and his ragged breath. I moaned, “Oh my god, Finn, fuck me.”
I held onto his neck tighter. His skin was already hot and damp. He smelled of deodorant, beer, and a man in motion, filling my lungs and making my cock throb. I remembered how much I loved to bottom and wondered why it took me so long to switch it up.
When our eyes met, I found something fierce above me. Not some demon lost to lust, but Finn, my boyfriend, stepping into the dom top role I knew he had inside him.
“You look so fucking good under me, taking my cock, Ry.” He jackhammered my prostate, and I whimpered. “Even the fucking sounds you’re making… fuck.”
“And you’re fucking perfect above me.”
He kissed me again, diving in like a bomber to suck the air from my chest, then biting and tugging on my lip as he pulled away. Once he did, he smirked and said, “Hold on.”
Finn sheathed himself inside me, then sat up. With the grace of a man committed, he hoisted my legs onto his shoulders and then threaded his arms under my back. Before I knew what he had planned, I was in his arms, off the bed.
Finn’s eyes showed the strain, as did the vein on his forehead. He took his first breath since lifting me after we crashed into the wall, and I exhaled the one I had held onto.
“Fucking Christ,” Finn snarled, before mashing his lips to mine, and fucking me against the wall.
I was almost sure he wanted to fuck me through the drywall. I could do nothing but take it, crumpled in his arms and bent in half with my legs dangling over his shoulders. My head pressed back as the pictures around me rattled back and forth, adding a new chorus to the soundtrack of our fuck.
It was fucking incredible. To feel the pure, unleashed power of that man. His aggression and care, his cock and lips. His chest pressed against mine while he held and fucked me in the air.
His legs trembled, and his breathing stuttered. When he looked at me, his eyes were lidded. “You’re so fucking…” Finn gulped air, never letting his hips pause. “Perfect, Ry. Holy…” His nostrils flared, dragging in more oxygen and me, “… Shit.”
“So are you,” I said, lacing my fingers in his sweaty hair and kissing him.
He railed me hard and fast, crushing my nose and lips with his as he let it all go. But Finn was no Superman, and I was a little taller and heavier than he was. After a few missed breaths, he hoisted me off the wall and swung me onto the bed. We collapsed in a heap, his cock still deep inside.
Finn’s chest rose and fell in deep, rapid succession. He was exhausted, but didn’t want to show it. And once we were on the bed, he stood, held my legs aloft, and fucked me once again.
He was out of steam. It was written all over his face, but he was also undeterred. Finn took full strokes of his cock into and out of me. With what little energy he had left, he said, “Take it, Ry. Take my fucking cock.”
And I did. I saw the end coming and jacked myself off, moaning, “Fuck, that big cock feels so fucking good!”
With the last of his strength, he got on the bed, shoving my body back by force, and fell onto me. His lips met mine as I wrapped my legs around his waist.
“I’m getting close, baby.” His voice was gone, leaving a baritone rumble.
“I am, too. But I wanna feel you come inside me, babe.”
The encouragement helped, and he braced himself up on his arms. I could stroke my cock again, and his pace picked up. We locked eyes as he fucked me to his climax, words passing between us without sound. When he slammed his cock all the way home, I watched his face screw up in pain.
“I’m fucking… I’m… AHHH FUCK I FUCKING LOVE YOU, RYDER.”
With no other warning, the flood of warmth bloomed as he unloaded in me. Each twitch and pulse, knowing my boyfriend, the man I loved, the man who just declared his love for me mid-orgasm, was pumping me full, kicked me off the edge, too.
Thankfully, it took little to get me there. My cum was hot and wet, landing on his abs and dripping down on me, matting my hair.
Finn couldn't bear his pleasure aloft any longer and collapsed onto me. We rode our ejaculations out tangled and sweaty, with heaving chests and heavy lids.
My respiration calmed while Finn filled my body and lungs. My mind rested, too. Body and mind fucked, filled, and cleaned.
I kissed above his ear and tasted salt, then heard him snore. I chuckled, pet his head, and kissed him again. That was an intense workout for him, and he passed out, still hard, and still deep inside me right after coming. It was adorable and hot, even with the added logistical maneuvering.
I did so with as much grace as possible.
When I rolled him over, he fell out of me and woke up.
Like a zombie, he crawled up the bed and got under the covers.
Before resigning for the night, he beckoned me to be his big spoon with an outstretched arm and a grumbled, “Cuddle me.” A position I gladly took.