Chapter Twenty-Two
FINN
I’m not sure I’m going to survive this night. Having sex with Sel unlocks a fierce primal energy inside me. That usually only happens when I’m playing hockey. Only this isn’t a drive to win, it’s about being as close to Sel as I can get.
“Good? More?” I ask.
I want to give Sel all the pleasure, and the lusty way he’s looking at me… ugh, my heart squeezes in my chest like it’s about to burst.
“Need your cock inside me,” he demands. “Please.”
“Fuck yes,” I grunt as I push my dick into Sel’s ass, the slick heat and tightness nearly strangling my bare cock. My pulse races and sweat rolls down my body. “Sel, baby.”
Once I’m all the way inside, I lie down over him until my forehead touches his. We pant hard one second and kiss furiously the next. I experiment and roll my hips.
“That’s it, Finn,” he moans against my lips. “Put that sexy hockey ass to good use and fuck me senseless.”
I’m horny as hell and chuckling at the same time. Another first for me. And like the hard-working rookie I am, I follow Sel’s orders, pumping my hips slow and steady to make sure I’m not causing him any pain.
Sel grabs my ass and squeezes hard.
“Faster,” he insists. “Harder. I want it. Give it to me. Want your cum in my ass so bad.”
His filthy demand snaps my control, and I grab hold of his knee with one hand and grip his shoulder with the other, thrusting into him like a man possessed.
“Yes, like that,” he grunts. “More. Don’t stop.”
He traces his rough fingertips over my sensitive nipples and my climax edges higher. My hand digs into his shoulder, pulling him in as close as we can get. Unexpectedly, he turns his head and kisses my wrist, and something fierce twists inside my chest.
“More, sweetheart,” he urges and slips his hand around to claw at my back. “Don’t fucking stop.”
Our slick bodies grind together, reaching for the only goal that counts.
He wraps his thick thighs around my waist, and we lock eyes again.
No hiding, just me and him. And the two of us together?
Incredible doesn’t begin to describe what’s happening here.
My aching balls draw up tight as I continue to slide in and out of Sel’s hole.
I want to make this last longer, but I can’t.
“Ah, Sel.”
I can barely get the words out as I fuck him relentlessly, the force of our bodies knocking the headboard against the wall. We’re loud. Really fucking loud.
“Yes,” he admits. “Almost there.”
I let go of Sel’s shoulder and grab the lube.
Once my hand is slick, I slide my fingers around his erection, and his pulse beats strong and fast in my grip.
Then I’m stroking him off and the sounds coming out of his mouth make me feral.
I’m an uncoordinated mess right now, running purely on instinct and his reactions.
And when his head falls back on the pillow, the sight of his rigid neck is so erotic that I fuck harder and stroke faster.
“Finn!” he shouts.
“Come for me,” I urge, my voice hoarse with need. “I’ve got you. Want to make you mine.”
Sel’s body locks up tight and his cock jerks in my grip, hot cum unleashing over my fist, his abs, even his chest. He holds tight to my other hand, the one gripping his thigh.
There’s a feverish glow to his eyes, and the filthy way he moans my name…
God, I still can’t believe he wants me and only me.
It only takes a couple of thrusts until I join him, tipping over the edge, the orgasm slamming into me.
“Sel!”
I unload in his ass, his tight hole milking every drop of cum from my dick. I can’t stop rutting into him, wanting more, needing as deep inside him as I can get. Holy shit, I can’t feel my legs, and I think I’m gonna pass out.
I do just that, collapsing on top of Sel, who’s breathing as fast as me.
“Sorry… heavy—” I gasp into his neck. “Need… a minute.”
Sel kisses my temple and wraps his massive arms around my back, hugging me to him.
We’re a mess of cum and sweat, but neither of us is in a rush to move away from the other.
I kiss his neck and snuggle closer, and he rubs his hands up and down my back.
I don’t know how much time passes, but eventually our breathing evens out.
Oddly enough, I do have some strength left after the most phenomenal sex of my life, because I lift my head, and we share a smoldering kiss. And another. And another.
Until he cups my face.
“Did you—” Sel pauses and licks his lips, his expression bashful. “Did you like that?”
My eyebrows hit my hairline.
“Like it? Baby, did you hear how loud I was? I probably woke up everyone in this neighborhood, never mind this building. It was the best sex I’ve ever had. That orgasm just about killed me.”
“That good, huh?”
He gives me a cocky grin, and I shake my head and kiss him.
“What about you?” I murmur. “Did you enjoy it? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, you didn’t hurt me. The total opposite.” He squeezes me. “I had an instinct that you and I would be incredible together, and I was right. You don’t hold back.”
“Not with you.”
We share another kiss, softer this time, and I smile against his lips.
“You know, if sex had a trophy like the Cup, you’d win.”
“Only because we’d win it together.” He winks. “Now, as much as I don’t want to let go of you, there’s jizz drying between us, and my skin’s starting to itch.”
Sel unwraps his arms and I slowly sit up, carefully pulling out of him. My dick, surprisingly, is still half hard. I stare at him, open-mouthed, watching my cum slip out of his hole.
“Seeing my cum on you, knowing it’s inside you… fuck, it’s such a turn on.” I tentatively touch his hole. “I more than like marking you.”
“I more than like being marked by you,” he quips back. “But I feel way too empty.”
“Let me get a few hours’ sleep and I can resolve that.”
Sel’s sudden bark of laughter echoes in the bedroom.
“Not nervous anymore, rookie?”
“Nope. Don’t you know by now that I learn quick?”
I massage his hole in slow circles, and he lets out a throaty purr.
“You like?” I ask.
“Keep going.”
While giving his ass attention, I lean forward until we’re face to face so we can share more kisses.
Everything’s hazy, like we’re lying in the grass on a fog-drenched pasture.
I’d like nothing better than to stay like this all day, but reality slowly edges in.
We’re both aching, sticky, and in need of sleep.
Grudgingly, I ease back and slip off the bed.
“Shower?” I offer.
“My third one of the night. Lead the way.”
Sel winces when he sits up, so I offer him my hands and help him stand. Worry hits me when he gingerly takes a few steps, and I immediately lock my hands on his waist.
“You’re sure I didn’t hurt you?”
“Yes,” he replies with a crooked grin and steps closer. “You pounded my ass into oblivion, but I asked for it. It’s like a hard game, right? You know there’s going to be aches and bruises, but the payoff is worth it.”
Instant relief floods my body.
I nod. “Hockey players are suckers for punishment.”
“Finn, you can punish my ass any time.”
I chuckle and guide him into the bathroom.
Sel turns on the shower while I take a glance at my body in the mirror.
I’ve got beard burn, swollen lips, and a goofy smile—I’m completely fucked out.
When I turn around and look over my shoulder, there are red marks on my thighs, my ass, even my back, which I bet will turn into bruises.
It’s a good thing I don’t have another massage with Cory until game day.
Yeah, right, bruises don’t heal that quick.
Whatever, Cory’s a professional, he won’t care.
And seeing his marks on my body is hot as hell.
When I turn around, Sel’s in the shower, his hands slicking his hair back, biceps bulging as water sluices down his chest and those V-lines that I need to taste.
I can’t believe it, but my cock is getting fully hard again.
I think that’s a record for me, and not because I haven’t had sex in years.
It’s Sel.
I open the glass door and step up to him, the rainfall showerhead soaking us both. He grins and reaches for me, claiming my mouth in a kiss that melts what’s left of my brain. When he reaches for the bodywash and starts to lather me up, I shake my head.
“Nope. Let me take care of you.”
Sel bites his bottom lip, leans against the tiles with his hands on the wall and lets me take over.
I lather up every inch of his shoulders, his arms, including his pits, which are sexy as fuck.
Once he’s rinsed off, I’m going to bury my face there and taste him.
But first, I slowly massage his chest, teasing his hard nipples with my thumbs, feeling the shudder that runs through him.
“Finn,” he warns.
“What?” I say with an innocent look, blinking my wet eyelashes. “I’m being thorough.”
“You’re being a tease. I have the desire, but I don’t have the energy to go another round tonight.”
“Don’t worry, old timer,” I quip. “I’ll get you cleaned up, help you into bed, and let you sleep.”
“Again with ‘old timer?’ We’re the same generation.” He chuckles. “And you’ll let me sleep?”
“For a few hours.”
“Gee, thanks. And I don’t need help getting back to my bed, I’m perfectly capable of doing so on my own.”
“Not with the way you’re staggering,” I return. “I insist on grabbing your ass to keep you steady.”
There goes his booming laugh again. It’s my growing fixation.
“You’re one sassy rookie, you know that?”
He’s smiling and I lean in to taste it. I rub my hands over his abs, and lower, down those sculpted V-lines. I take my time exploring, shivering when the soft moan he’s trying to hold onto lets loose. Falling to my knees, I clean his cock and balls.
“Ngh,” Sel hums. “Finn.”
I’ve never tasted dick, but I’m dying for Sel’s. When I glance up to see if he wants that too, there’s warmth in his gaze but shadows under his eyes.
He needs rest. You both need it.