Chapter 14 #3
He gives the curve of my breast a soft kiss. His voice is dark honey. “Will you let me, Chester? Will you let me fuck you?”
An incoherent needy sound leaves me. It’s enough for Finn.
Shadows shift as he rises above me, and then he moves into a shaft of lamplight. God, that body, golden and taut, I want to
lick every inch of it. I need to feel it on top of me more.
He settles between my parted thighs, and he feels so hard and firm, his skin damp with sweat and emanating heat that I groan
again.
“Shhh,” he whispers in my ear. His body trembles. “God, you feel so good.”
My hands glide down his back, mapping the hard terrain of his body. I need him in me. I’m so empty it aches.
But he just touches my hair, looks down at me with eyes that show too much. “You okay with this, Chester?” The tenderness
in his voice wraps around my heart and squeezes. “Me going bare?” Another caress along my cheek. “I can get something.”
“No.” I lick my swollen lips. “Just you. Now.”
His lashes lower in a sweep, and then he’s staring at me as if I’m Christmas. The round tip of his dick nudges my opening. And . . .
“Oh, fuck,” I moan. I feel that body move and all those muscles clenching as he pushes in, making room for himself inside
me. So thick. So perfect. My sex grasps that hardness, holding on to the pleasure.
A helpless whimper breaks the silence. It is Finn.
Pausing halfway in, Finn braces himself on his elbows, his breath harsh. “Okay?”
Okay? I lift my hips, spreading my thighs wider. “More.”
“Oh, fuck yes,” he groans. One firm push and he’s balls deep, so big it hurts.
I want the pain. “More. More.”
Filthy words tumble from his mouth as he starts to move, giving me what I want.
But it isn’t fast. It’s slow and savoring. Finn works me as if he’s memorizing every damn second of it. And I love it.
“Talk to me,” he pleads, moving in a slow, steady fuck.
“Talk?” I can barely think. My world is a heavy glide of muscles and cock.
“Your voice,” he says. “Pure fucking sex. Love it.”
What this man does to me. I cup the sides of his damp neck, kiss my way along his jaw. “I love your cock.”
He trembles. “Yeah?”
“The first time I saw it, I imagined . . .”
Finn stills, pulsing inside me. “What? Tell me.”
“Sucking it.”
He groans deep, rocks against me. Sweat trickles down his temple. His breath is heat at my ear. “Fuck. More. Tell me more.
How would you suck it, Chess?”
Slow shivers dance over my skin. “I’d put it in my mouth when it’s still soft. Feel it grow hard as I sucked it.”
“Oh, fuck.” He pounds into me—three hard thrusts that hit so deep I grunt each time—before he slows, deliberately dragging that thick, glorious cock of his in and out in that same evilly steady rhythm. His cheek nudges mine. “Then what?”
“I’d want you writhing while I sucked you off. You’d lie there and take it, clutching the sheets, almost whimpering as I’d
pull on your dick with my mouth.” God, I want that.
“Jesus.” He shivers, dips his head lower. Soft lips brush my shoulder. His voice is a deep rumble. “You gonna tie me up?”
In and out goes his cock, invading retreating.
I swallow hard, try to concentrate on the words. “No,” I whisper. “You’d have to hold still on your own. Your willpower against
my tongue. That’s part of the fun.”
He moans low and pained.
I run a hand down his back and cup his ass, push him into me. The muscles flex under my palm. “I’d milk you dry like that,
Finn. Your thighs parted, your body strung tight.”
He grunts this time, his thrust a little less controlled, a little more greedy.
“After you come, I’ll keep you in my mouth until you got soft,” I whisper against his cheek. “Then nurse that dick hard again.”
“Oh, fuck.” Finn loses control with a groan and thrashes against me. “Oh, fuck.”
He pumps without finesse, without thought, hard and fast. The tight coil of pleasure within me grows almost unbearable. I
arch against him, keening as I come. He’s right there with me, his mouth open and wet on my neck.
He stays with me until the trembles die down and our breath cools. With a pleased sort of grunt, he rolls us to the side,
his dick still deep in me. We lie wrapped up in each other, limbs twining.
For a long time, neither of us says a word. I draw circles through the smattering of hair on his hard chest, and Finn runs
his fingertips up and down my arm.
“We should have been doing that since the beginning,” he says.
I smile against his skin. “The beginning, huh?”
“Yeah. I should have set aside my towel. And you should have put down your camera. And we should have fucked under those hot
lights until we forgot the world around us.”
I huff out a laugh. “Aren’t we supposed to do it until we forget our names? Isn’t that how it goes?”
“Nope.” He kisses the crown of my head. “I want you to know exactly who’s fucking you. I sure as hell am never forgetting
that it’s you I’m with.”
Gently, he cups my cheek and tilts my head back so his gaze meets mine. “I’m with you, Chess. You know that, right?”
He looks different now, as if the intimacy of sex has exposed a new layer of him.
Or maybe it’s simply freed a part of him that he’s kept hidden. This Finn looks at me as if I’m his, as if he’s mine. This
Finn is irresistible because I can touch him however I want, whenever I want. So I do.
I kiss his lips, the crest of his cheek, the stubborn edge of his chin. “I’m with you, Finn. All the way.”