26. Chapter Twenty-Six #2
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” Ollie babbled, his eyes wide, and sweat breaking out on his temple. His thighs were tensed, his hands gripping the sheets.
“Need me to stop? It’s a little different from taking one of my large cocks.”
“It’s—” he gasped “—a bit more of a stretch than usual. Not…uh, bad. Just a little more of a burn.”
“Mmm, so we’ve discovered the type of pain you do like.
Want that pretty hole wrecked over and over again.
” They leaned down and sucked the tip of his cock as they pushed farther, testing the resistance with small movements.
He squirmed and let out aching moans, his cock leaking pre-cum into their mouth.
At last, he relaxed, and their knuckles slid past the second band of resistance. They were buried inside him past the wrist, and fuck, their clit ached something fierce. They were dripping all over the sheets, so turned on they could barely breathe from the sight before them.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Ollie cried out.
“I’m inside you, sweetness,” they purred as they gave the slightest push.
Ollie’s moans turned feral.
The roar that exploded from him reverberated through the room, and they found a comfortable rhythm as they continued to shift their arm with smaller movements, enough to get some glide.
“So. Full,” Ollie gasped out .
“Yes, you are, gorgeous. So full of me,” they said. His insides blazed, and the feel of their skin enveloped by it set Fin on fire. They locked eyes with Ollie, and their heart spasmed hard. God, the way they felt about him was unparalleled. He consumed them heart, mind, and soul.
Ollie’s hole grew more comfortable as they moved their arm inside him, and they crooked their fingers. He let out an explosive yell.
The squeeze of his heat around their arm, the sheer, precise control he handed over to them—everything elevated Fin higher. They were so close to detonating that only a few sucks of their clit would send them over the edge.
Ollie’s cock bobbed, the length hard and leaking. He was so consumed as they fisted him that he didn’t even look at his cock or make any attempt to grab it. He lay there in pure surrender, his lashes fluttering, his mouth gaping with beautiful fucking moans, and his body opened for them completely.
They moved their fingers in more until they formed a fist inside him, and he let out an earth-shattering cry. His thighs full out shook, the movements causing the mattress to quake.
“You like that, sweetness?” Fin asked.
“Mmph,” Ollie moaned, unable to form sentences.
A ferocious pride swelled in Fin’s chest. Their beautiful sub, their beautiful boyfriend, had taken them completely.
“My gorgeous baby.” Tenderness flooded them as they pulled back and thrust in again. Each time, Ollie cried out, his eyes rolling back, his whole body shaking.
Fuck, they loved him so much.
“Oh god, I’m going to explode,” he cried out. His limbs were shaking, and he looked like he’d hit his limits fast and hard soon.
“Need to come, sweetness?” they asked .
Ollie’s throat bobbed with his swallow, but as they thrust in with their fist again, they reached around and gripped his cock. All it took was a few strokes.
Ollie exploded, his cock spurting thick white ropes of cum, up across his chest, over their fingers, splattering in droplets on the sheets beneath.
The ecstasy crashing over his features was something Fin wanted to memorize.
They pumped their fist inside him as he rode out the orgasm.
Their need had reached a crescendo, the ache between their thighs a vicious thing.
They slowly began the extraction process, drawing their hand down.
They undid their fist, straightening their fingers to make the shift as easy as possible.
As they drew their hand out of him, Ollie’s cries rang through the room.
His hole was gaping after the way they’d ravaged it, and pride surged again as they ran their fingertips around the stretched-out rim. Fuck, that was beyond hot.
“Okay, sweetness,” they said. “We’re going to take our time getting into the shower, and then you’re going to get on your knees in there and eat me out.”
“Oh holy fuck, yes.” The words came out in a slur. Guaranteed exhaustion stole over him in the wake of the adrenaline rush and crash, but they needed to get him cleaned up, clean themself up, and they desperately needed to come.
Fin peeled Ollie up off the bed. They were both a mess—covered in cum and lube—and Fin brought him toward the bathroom again.
“You’re going to want this shower,” they said. “Trust me.”
“Mmm.” Ollie leaned against them, his lashes fluttering.
“Stay with me, baby.” They turned on their stall shower and then guided him in. It wasn’t massive, but they managed to cram both of them inside it .
“Turn around,” they directed. Ollie complied, albeit slowly, and they squirted body wash onto their hand, lathering it to clean his hole and his torso with careful precision.
The only sound was the heavy thrum of the water pouring down on them.
The heat relaxed their muscles, already getting rid of the cum.
They scrubbed their arm that had been inside him with body wash, taking a bit more effort to get clean.
While they worked, they pressed kisses against his back, the water imprinting on their lips each time.
Ollie braced himself against the wall of the shower, barely holding himself upright.
“Okay, baby,” they said. “Get on your knees.”
Ollie lowered down, but there wasn’t much space, so Fin didn’t waste time before getting up in his. They spread their legs and placed a hand behind his head, drawing his mouth to their clit.
“Suck me,” they commanded, and he followed suit.
The bundle of nerves was oversensitive and ready to burst, and Fin tilted their head back, enjoying the spray of water beating down on them.
“Fuck,” they murmured as he lapped and sucked at them with more enthusiasm than expected, as if greedy for every taste he got. His mouth was hot, and each stroke sent more and more pleasure rushing through them, building at an exponential pace.
Except they’d been turned on and ready to detonate through the entire fisting, and all it took was a few harsh sucks.
“God damn .” One moment, they teetered on the knife’s edge, the pain of the insistent ache growing so intense they could scream, and the next, their clit spasmed, the orgasm rushing through them with a steam-engine force.
Their thighs tensed, their whole body locking up as their release ran away with them.
Holy fuck .
Ollie devoured their clit as the bliss radiated throughout them, and they soared, sailing across these sensations, not wanting to come back down to reality.
The water pounded on their forehead, and their fingers tangled in Ollie’s hair. He continued to suck, but now it grew oversensitized. Fin tugged him back from their clit and shut off the shower.
“Come on.” They slipped an arm around him to help him up. “Let’s get out of here and dry off.”
“Don’t think I’m up for much more,” Ollie murmured, the words barely audible.
“We’re just going to lie in my bed and watch a movie, gorgeous. I’ll get you some water and whatever pizza is left from those vultures. But right now, I need to hold you.”
The vulnerability bled from their tone, and Ollie glanced at them, a small smile resting on his lips.
Their heart thumped hard. Yeah, they were smitten.
Fin brought a towel with them as they headed back into their bedroom.
After drying both of them at record speed, Fin hurled themself bodily onto the bed.
The feel of the mattress beneath their aching body was a siren’s song they could no longer fight. They extended their arm out, and Ollie curled up beside them, resting his head against their shoulder.
“How’re you feeling?” they asked.
Silence emanated from Ollie for a few moments. “Like I got my guts rearranged.”
A grin rose on their lips, and they lazily flicked his arm. “Thanks, smartass. No pain?”
“A little soreness, but nothing that feels wrong or off. Going to check my blood sugar.” Ollie slow-blinked, ready to crash out from exhaustion alone .
“Damn, you feel good in my bed.” They clutched him a little tighter. “I was an idiot for even attempting to run from this.” They sucked in a sharp breath. “I just…after all the ugly things Hera had said and then dealing with my dad yesterday…I didn’t want to ruin you too.”
Ollie glanced up at them, and the understanding in his eyes soothed them.
His face cracked into a grin. “Pretty sure it’s too late there. Clearly, I’m already ruined. And not just my hole.”
The lightness burst inside them like the first rays of dawn. “Did I turn you into an insatiable little cockslut?”
“A bit.” He teased his lower lip between his teeth, making it look all plump and delicious.
Fin leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips. Not anything intense, just a simple claiming. The motion sent a powerful surge through them, one that rocked them to their core.
This was it.
This was what they’d been speeding down the highway at top speed for. What they’d been chasing their entire life. This slice of home, and they’d found it in him.
“You’re mine, Oliver Hale,” they murmured again, holding him tight.
“And you’re mine, Finley Williams.”
For the first time, they truly believed it.