Chapter Twenty-One #3
As the bathroom door closes, I yank off the sheet, wiggle out of Finn’s briefs and launch them somewhere. Quickly, I reach into my nightstand and grab lube and a condom, throwing them onto the bed. Given how excited I am, I accidentally pour too much lube in my hand.
Once I’m nice and slick, I start to jerk off, until my erection’s rock hard.
Finn steps out of the bathroom, his body flushed, his hair slicked back.
The closer he gets, the harder it is for me to breathe.
I’m laid out, legs spread, fisting my cock in rough, teasing strokes, and using my other hand to roll my balls.
“Finn.” I groan.
He stares at me with a hungry expression, his semi growing harder, until it slaps against his abs. Sliding in beside me, he motions to my hands.
“My turn.”
I let my arms fall to my sides, and Finn rolls over, pinning me to the mattress. The aggressive move is undeniably sexy. His skin’s hot and damp from the shower, and he smells like my bodywash.
Mine.
We still for a moment, staring at each other, both of us vibrating with tension. The heady anticipation rushing through my veins is almost unbearable, but I surrender, letting him make the first move. Finn leans down and barely brushes my mouth in a featherlike kiss.
So good, but not enough.
“Please.”
The whimper tumbles out of my throat, and Finn offers me a knowing grin. This time, he doesn’t deny me, devouring me with those sweet lips, his tongue teasing mine. I bend my knees and pull my legs up to his sides, changing the angle of my hips.
“Rub your dick in my crease,” I groan.
He grips my ass cheeks and spreads them, and when his hot, thick cock slides over my hole, I grip his butt in turn, pulling him in tight, rocking against him.
“Fuck, like that,” I whisper.
“Jesus, Sel, what are you doing to me?’ he pants as we rut against each other. “That feels… fuck, I… I want inside you. Need to make you mine.”
My free hand scrambles to locate the lube and condom. I manage to grab the rubber and hold it up. Suddenly, Finn stops moving and stares at me.
“Lube, good,” he whispers. “Do we need the condom?”
“We talked about our health. I’m okay without it if you are.”
“I don’t want anything between us.”
Finn snags the condom from my hand, throws it over his shoulder, and leans in for another scorching kiss. I’m starved for him. He gently nips at my lips, and the pinch of pain has me writhing, kissing him deeper.
“How do you want me?” I murmur when we come up for air. “Hands and knees might be easier for you.”
“No. Face to face.”
That’s not my usual—too intimate—but I don’t hesitate with Finn. I shiver and pass the lube.
“Slick up and go slow,” I advise. “There’s no rush.”
Finn sits back on his heels, his hands trembling as he pours the lube onto his fingers. I hold tight to my knees as he slides one fingertip down my crease, rubbing my hole.
“Baby, you’re so fucking sexy,” he whispers.
It feels amazing but I need more. A lot more.
“Push the tip inside,” I encourage.
His chest is moving in and out so fast I’m worried he’s gonna hyperventilate and pass out.
“Finn? We can stop if you need to.”
Finn shakes his head and licks his lips.
“I’m more excited than nervous.”
He slowly pushes his slick finger in my hole, and my breath hitches.
“Sel,” he moans. “Oh Christ, you’re so fucking tight.”
“Keep going. More.”
As he pushes his finger deeper, I bite my lower lip and embrace the burn. I haven’t bottomed in a long time, and I almost forgot how wild it makes me.
“Add… more lube, another finger—” I pause, my breath stuttering. “Push deeper. Fuck me like that.”
Finn’s a rookie, but he’s a fast learner. When he slides a second finger inside me, I push out, and the burning turns to bliss. He finger-fucks me, slowly at first, but the louder I groan, the faster he strokes.
“Good?”
There’s a look of fierce concentration on Finn’s face.
“Yes.” Somehow I manage to form words. “More than.”
His resulting smile brings those dimples to life, and I’m a goner. I spit in my hand and roughly stroke my cock.
“Crook your fingers,” I grunt.
He does just that and white-hot pleasure burns through my veins. I cry out and arch my back, eager for more. With my free hand, I clutch the sheet in desperation.
“I guess I hit the right spot?” he chuckles.
“Fucking phenomenal. My prostate thanks you, I thank you—”
Finn’s laughter eases the remaining tension out of him.
“One more finger,” I instruct.
Slowly, he adds a third, stretching and fucking me with more confidence.
My hand moves faster, shuttling up and down my needy cock.
I don’t know what to chase first, the pleasure in my ass or the one on my cock.
I want it all. Everything. More than I’ve ever wanted.
And when Finn looks at me, his eyes gleaming in shifting tones of honey and olive, my heart doesn’t speed up, it fucking stutters, stops.
I’m raw, every nerve exposed.
“Baby.”
I nod. “I’m ready if you are.”
“Yes.”
Finn gently slips his fingers out and the emptiness in my ass is unbearable. My mouth salivates at the sight of him as he pours more lube over his hand and slicks up his thick erection. He leans forward, notching his cockhead to my hole.
“Oh fuck,” he grunts. “Sel.”
“I know.”
Do I? I don’t think I know anything anymore.