32. Chester
Chester
O ften over the past few weeks, I’d marvelled at the sudden surges in my confidence. Leading Finn by the hand towards his house for a bout of what promised to be hot, desperate sex was definitely one of them. Especially considering everyone inside the clan house knew exactly what we were doing.
After what had happened with Clyde, sex had been the furthest thing from my mind. But now Logan had planted the seed, I had to admit it was a great idea. What better way to reconnect after such a stressful situation than by exchanging orgasms?
That was before we even considered what we’d told each other; the secret I hadn’t been able to admit even to myself, but had somehow found myself spilling to Finn.
“ I love you. ”
The words I’d wrestled with for weeks now had flowed out of me with ease. Finn had shown me time and again that I came first. That he cared about my needs and wants. That he’d put me above himself every time .
I wanted him to know I’d do the same for him. That I loved him for it. For that, and so much more.
Finn’s house appeared through the trees and I shot a glance at him. His cock was heavy between his thighs, erect and ready. “Aren’t you uncomfortable walking around like that?”
He stroked his cock once, eyes hooded as he stared back at me. “Aye, Chester. I’m definitely uncomfortable. Hard and fucking aching for relief if truth be told.”
I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. I’d actually meant about being nude with an erection outdoors, but that didn’t matter in the face of what he’d said.
His door was unlocked, just as it always was. We entered his house silently, the electricity between us an almost tangible pulse in the air.
Usually, Finn took the upper hand in the bedroom, and I was happy to let him. Today though, I wanted something different. I wanted to own him as thoroughly as he owned me.
The door closed behind us and I was shoving Finn back against it almost instantly. His eyes flew wide with surprise. “Wha?—”
I silenced his question with a kiss and pressed his naked body back against the wood with my own, sliding my thigh between his. One of my hands fisted in his hair as the other didn’t stop moving. Up his chest. Along his collarbone. Down his arm. Over his abdomen. I couldn’t stop touching him.
Finn groaned as I pushed him harder against the door. My mouth plundered his relentlessly, taking everything he was willing to give.
He was far from a passive participant. He might have been allowing me to pin him there, but that didn’t stop his hips grinding against my thigh. Didn’t stop his hands grabbing my arse and pulling me tighter to him.
It wasn’t enough though. I needed more.
I wrenched my mouth from his and rasped a question. “Can I fuck you?”
Surprise flashed over his face. “You don’t need to do that, Chester. I’m vers, but I enjoy topping.”
“I know.” I chewed the inside of my cheek, trying to think how to phrase this right. “I do prefer to bottom, but not always. Now that Iknow topping is an option , rather than a requirement, I’m happier to do it. Do you know what I mean?”
“I do.” He stroked the back of my neck. “But only do it if you want to, Chester. Not because you want to make me happy.”
I slid my hand behind him and down to his rear. “I do want to make you happy, but beyond that, I want to fuck you more than I want my next breath. I need to be inside you, Finn. Please.”
His eyes darkened. “Then ye best take me upstairs, m’eudail. I’m gonna need something softer than a door under me the first time ye fuck me.”
Oh sweet Jesus, this was really happening. My cock was a steel bar in my jeans as I followed Finn up the stairs, his naked arse dancing tantalisingly in front of my face. I couldn’t wait to have him wrapped around me.
I’d meant what I said about this being a choice. Topping in the past had usually filled me with resignation. The knowledge that it was the only option available to me for penetrative sex had taken all the joy out of it.
That wasn’t the case anymore, and now that I knew that? Suddenly I could imagine allowing myself to enjoy topping. To want it .
Or, considering the obsessive way I was picturing sinking inside Finn, needing it.
Finn spun as we entered the bedroom, his mouth meeting mine as he shoved my jacket off.
His hands went to the neck of my T-shirt as his tongue swiped over mine.
His fingers ghosted over my collarbone before there was a loud ripping sound.
Cool air hit my skin as Finn shoved away the redundant material.
“I’ll buy you another,” he grunted, pulling back for a millisecond.
“Don’t care.” I grabbed his neck and hauled his lips against mine once more.
We managed to get the rest of my clothes off without destroying them. Then it was just skin pressed to skin. Lips and hands exploring.
We fell onto the bed, rolling around as our desperation grew. There was no finesse or planning. I didn’t think our higher brain functions were involved at all.
No, our base needs were in control. Nothing else existed right now.
I did manage to find enough mental power to search out the lube. Thanks to how often we ended up here, there was some under one of the pillows.
“Are you sure?” I gasped, pulling up to search Finn’s face. “You want this?”
“Fuck, aye, m’eudail,” he rasped, spreading his legs for me. “Fuck me, Chester. Make me moan on your cock.”
I groaned and grabbed the base of my shaft. Finn’s mouth alone could be enough to get me there, that’s how close I was. I needed to calm the fuck down if I wanted any hope of lasting once I got inside him.
Slicking up my fingers, I got to work prepping him. He grunted and groaned as I stretched him open, his cock twitching temptingly against his stomach.
So temptingly, in fact, that I bent down to take him in my mouth.
“Fuck, m’eudail.” His hips bucked upwards. “Oh god, you’re so good. So good for me.”
I was good. I could be better though.
Twisting my fingers, I tapped the magic spot I loved so much myself. A burst of precum hit my tongue as Finn let out a shout so loud that I swore the windows rattled.
“Enough! I’m not ready to come. Want ye inside me.”
God, I wanted that too. So badly that my hands were shaking as I guided my shaft to his hole.
“Do it,” he rasped, pupils blown as he stared up at me. “Fuck me, m’eudail.”
Our moans filled the room as I sank inside him. I tried to go slow, but Finn wrapped his legs around me. The strength in his muscles put mine to shame as he literally pulled me deeper into him.
“Holy fuck.” I braced myself on his chest. He was so tight. So hot and tight. My instincts were begging me to rut into him. To take what he was offering and revel in it. “Careful, Finn. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’ll heal,” he said gruffly, his hand gripping the back of my neck. “Don’t go easy on me, Chester. I can take it.”
His words snapped the fragile hold I’d had on my control. I gave in to the feral need that had taken over me, fucking into him relentlessly.
“Yes. Oh fuck,” Finn moaned, his hands scratching down my back now. “Harder. Give it to me harder, Chester.”
I shoved one of his knees up with a snarl, pinning it to his chest. This new angle had me going deeper than before.
“That’s it, m’eudail. Right there. Right fucking there . ”
His praise had pleasure pulsing at the base of my spine. It was racing forth too fast. I wasn’t ready for this to be over yet. It felt too good.
Finn felt too good.
Pulling out carefully, I went to my knees and put Finn’s legs on my shoulders. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” Finn moaned, stroking his cock in hard movements. “Just get back inside me.”
I chuckled. “Should’ve known you’d top from the bottom.”
His retort was lost to another moan as I sank back into him in one smooth movement. I wasted no time finding the rhythm that had him writhing under me.
I tried to memorise him in this moment. His swollen lips were parted, his pink tongue peeking out between them.
His auburn hair had turned dark with sweat.
His hooded eyes were barely open, veins popping on the hand resting on my chest. Muscled calves rubbed against my shoulders, his cock hard and weeping as he jerked himself.
I knocked his hand away to replace it with my own. “Let me, Finn. You just enjoy.”
Pure bliss washed over his face as he surrendered himself to me.
I jerked him hard and fast, twisting on the upstroke just how I knew he liked it. Sweat was dripping from me as I drove into him as hard as I could. My own orgasm was so close, but I wasn’t coming yet. Not before Finn.
“Come for me, baby,” I urged, my hand flying over him. “Come all over me.”
White jets were flying in every direction before I’d even finished speaking. His hole clamped almost painfully around me as he rode the waves of pleasure. I gritted my teeth though, forcing myself to hold back until he was done.
As his muscles relaxed, I finally let myself go. The sound I made as I came wasn’t one I’d heard from my lips before. I wasn’t a hundred per cent sure it was human.
I collapsed on Finn’s chest, unbothered by the mess sticking us together. He didn’t seem to care either, his big arms holding me close.
“Was that okay?” I said when I had enough breath to speak. “Did you enjoy it?”
“Given you’re literally wearing the evidence of my enjoyment—” Finn huffed, kissing the side of my neck. “—I’m going to go with yes. That was beyond words, Chester. Who knew you could do that with your hips? Did you take Latin dance classes when you were younger?”
I laughed, lifting my head to kiss him briefly. “No, but I’ll add ‘skilled hips’ to my CV.”
“I’m certain that’s an important skill for a florist.”
I blinked at him solemnly. “I’ve got to bring the customers in somehow, Finn. If it means knocking out a bit of flamenco on the pavement then so be it.”
I fought to keep my face straight for as long as I could. All it took was Finn’s lips twitching and I lost it.
There we were, covered in sweat and cum, laughing until we cried.