50. FIFTY
FIFTY
Tears trickle down my cheeks as I look up at Finn, who’s gazing down at me with awe. A gag escapes me when his cock hits the back of my throat, his full balls snug against my chin while syrupy drool runs down the curvature of my body.
“So handsome,” he chuckles dryly before thrusting the last little bit in. “Can you hold it there? You're so pretty like this.”
Breathing through my nose, I dig my nails into his thighs in an attempt to ground myself. I think a minute passes before he finally pulls out, his cock slick with my spit. Finn playfully slaps it against my face, it’s thick and heavy and I hate how much I want it. How much I want him.
“What?” Finn asks with a playful smirk on his face. “What’s that face, huh?”
“I…” God. God, fuck. He can be so mean when he wants to be, but I did the same thing to him, didn’t I? “I… I don’t wanna say it…”
His length twitches at my whining. “But I want to hear it. Please?”
“Finn… Please, p-please fuck me…” Of course we’ve already done it, but begging for it like this is so humiliating—yet that doesn’t stop me from getting even harder. “Please fuck me, Finn… Please…”
My pants are all but torn off of me, and I’m cautiously flipped over on my stomach with my ass up on a pillow and my face down. “You’re all mine,” he rasps as the cool droplets of lube hit my skin. “No one else can ever have you. No one else can see you this way.”
His digits are so rough against my hole, tracing circles around it and slowly but surely pushing in. A desperate whimper escapes me as I grip the stained fabric under me, arching my back while Finn takes his time with me.
Finn’s index finger pushes inside slowly at first, but once it’s in deep enough he curls it to immediately press against my prostate. The yelp I let out is the most pathetic noise I’ve made yet, burying my face in the sheets that smell so much like him.
Another digit enters me, and the asshole begins slowly spreading me out with a scissor motion. There’s never been this much pressure down in my stomach before, and the overwhelming urge to pee takes over even though I know I don’t.
“I can’t wait anymore,” he rasps before pulling them out.
His large hands grab hold of my ass, spreading it open.
Finn’s hungry gaze lingers longer than I’d like it to, mostly because it’s so fucking embarrassing to be on full display for him.
“I love you, Duncan. So—” his tip makes contact with my entrance, “m-much…”
Two inches of him enter without a hitch, but then the third comes and my body begins to tremble. His cock is so thick that I swear I might pass out. “Ugh, Finn…”
“Feeling g-good?” One hand moves to grab my neck, the other planting itself against my ass. His thumb slips into my mouth before he pulls my head back, forcing me to make eye contact with him. “You sure look like you are.”
Not allowing me to respond, he gives my ass a swat before moving down to grope my fully hard dick. His fist is already slick with lube, and he gives me a few strokes before kneading my ass.
“You’re so f-fucking hot.” Finn lets out in a huff, still staring me into my eyes. “God, I… I can barely stand it. I-I’m so happy to be able to do this, to have this… you…”
My misty eyes find his face. Right now Finn looks so unlike his usual cute self. He's so damn hot. Sweat running down his forehead onto his perfect body, those thick arms flexed just enough to show off the muscle as he uses me as he wants.
“L-Love you,” I babble.
Finn laughs so sweetly I almost cry for real. “I love you, too.”
Then he thrusts. Not once, not twice, and certainly not gently. Last time we did this he came nearly instantly, yet now he’s fucking me so expertly. Between my own cries and desperate moans I don’t even realize he has me seeing stars until a wet heat runs down my inner thigh.
Only when he notices that I’ve come does he follow suit, burying his cock in me like he’s trying to get me pregnant. “I did good, Duncan? D-Did I do good?”
“You did perfect, Finn.”
When he pulls out of me I feel empty, but then he flips me over and collapses down next to me. Snuggling with him is the best feeling. Just the two of us coming down from the highest high, all alone in the home we made together. It’s really more than I ever thought I’d have.
If you had told me I'd be having sex with someone like this, I would've laughed in your face. Fucking someone you're in love with is seriously mind-melting in the best possible way. I never saw myself having any of this, but that doesn’t make it bad. It’s not bad to be loved. Not at all.
Pulling Finn a little closer, I just sigh.
“What’s wrong?” He asks immediately, our sweaty bodies gluing together as though it isn’t freezing outside. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. More than fine. H-Happy. I’m happy.”
Finn’s eyebrows raise to form the softest expression. Just like when we met, he’s all doe-eyed and smiley. If I wasn’t already in love with him, this would’ve been my last straw.
“I wanna work on the patio again today. I really, really want to use it. We could watch any movie you wanted.”
“That’s fine. Can you bring me the wheelchair? I want to practice with it a little. I’ve never used one.” Not sure why it feels embarrassing to admit that. Isn’t it a good thing?
Although he mumbles out a 'mm-hm,' Finn makes no effort to get up. “Mm-hm. Let’s just cuddle a bit, first. Then I should clean you up. Did you want to shower, or…?”
“I’m good,” I yawn. “Maybe a change of clothes?”
The mattress squeaks as Finn shoots up. “I have just the thing.”
Before I can ask what exactly that means, he’s shooting across the room to rip through the closet, only to pull out a blue sweater. I guess I should be grateful it wasn’t the lingerie from before, though.
“One of my favorite sweaters,” he explains while returning to his spot by my side. “Perfect for you.”
“I think you just like seeing me in your clothes.”
“I like seeing you without clothes more.”
Rolling my eyes, I take the sweater and do my best to ignore how hot my cheeks are. Finn kisses my forehead, brushing his thumb past my lower lip. For a moment we just gaze at each other, but his excitement gets the better of him and he kisses me again.
“I’m gonna throw my jacket on and then head outside, okay? I have something important to do today.” After one last kiss he pulls away, practically dragging himself to the doorway. “I love you, Dunk. I’ll do my best to get it done quickly, okay?”
“Finn?”
“Yeah?”
I can’t help but chuckle. “The wheelchair?”