“I’ll let you off tonight. Where’s the lube and condoms?”
I think of the lube in my drawer and the fact that I don’t have any condoms. Fuck! This is never going to happen.
“I don’t have any condoms; I haven’t had a need for them in a while. I have lube, but that’s it.” Unable to quite believe it myself. I know I’m clear; I’ve had tests every month since Rees’s attack. It’s a lot to ask from Finn. Fuck it, I’m gonna tellhim. “I’ve been tested every month since… Well,thatnight; you can see the marks he left,” I trail off, not wanting to bring him up again. He’s quiet, silently scrutinising me. “Sorry, I’m being stupid. Going without a condom is a big deal; ignore me. There’s plenty of time for us to get to that point.”
He licks his lips, his expression serious. “You want to do that? I mean, you trust me enough for us do that?”
“I’d like to know your status, but yeah, I do.” I’m really thinking about doing something this reckless. That’s not me; I’m a planner, an analyst, never a risk taker. Even the disastrous night with Rees slash Warrior had been planned, he’d just lied and never intended to stick to the scene.
“I’ve been tested since Matt, and I haven’t been with anyone since,” Finn says earnestly. “You’re the only one I’ve had on my mind since the first night we met. You’re right, though. We got a bit ahead of ourselves in the moment.”
I let out a whoosh of breath, disappointment coursing through me as both my body and dick deflate. I close my eyes, not knowing what’s going to happen next. Finn may just get out of my bed and leave, and that’s the end of that. Something that ended before it even started. The mattress moves, but instead of it dipping as Finn gets up, it shifts towards me.
Finn is back over me. “I trust you, and you said the same to me. And while we’ve lost the hard-dirty-spur-of-the-moment fuck we thought it would be, perhaps this is better. I want inside you something desperate.”
I part my legs for him, bending them so my feet are flat on the mattress. “I’m all yours.”
“I’m all yours,” Drake says, unaware just how much those words mean to me. I’ve wasted too many hours dreaming, fantasising about this moment.
“Yes, you are. Now, where’s the lube?” I press a kiss to his mouth, then lean across to the nightstand and pull open the small single drawer. It’s a decent size bottle, which makes me chuckle. “You jack off a lot?”
“Only since I met you,” he quips, his voice now light with laughter. The smile on his face turns serious as he watches me drip the cold gel over my fingers. “It’s been a while.”
“I’ll go slowly. Can we talk about what happened later, maybe something I can help you recover from.” I promise and kiss him deeply, giving him something else to think about. He still tenses as I stroke my middle finger over his pucker. I lift my head up to look down at him. “Still trust me?” I whisper, close enough for our lips to brush together.
“Yes,” he says on a sigh as I circle his rim and move up to his taint and smooth sac, then back down again. I lean back between his legs and drizzle more lube down his solid shaft and over his balls; they wrinkle, drawing up at the cold liquid. “Fuck…” he murmurs when I stroke his dick with one hand and get back to teasing his hole with my free fingers.
“Good?” I ask, staring down at his beautiful body. The strong six-pack, the divine obliques pointing down to his groin and junk. “Uh-huh.” His mouth is slack when I slip the tip of myfinger inside him. He’s so gorgeous; if this is what he looks like when we’re just getting warmed up, how’s it going to be when he fully submits and flies into subspace? I can’t wait to find out.
“More,” he says on another sigh. “Gimme more.”
I could admonish him for being pushy, that I’m the one in charge, but it’s not a scene. This is all about getting to know each other’s bodies. All the same, I can’t help but tease. “You’re bossy.”
“You’re taking it too slow,” he teases, his eyes opening, gold fire blazing in his hazel eyes, as one corner of his lips sneaks up into a smile. A dimple I hadn’t noticed before pops out.
“Fuck, you’re so cute.” I push my finger in deeper, only to withdraw and push in with two. He’s really fucking tight around the two digits, clamping down as if it’s unwelcome; I’m going to have to stretch him carefully. He deserves my attention, my gentle touch; especially after what happened, it’s understandable he’s fearful. He’s being so brave—he means it when he says he trusts me. “It’s okay. It’s only me and you. Relax, baby, and let me make you feel good.”
He relaxes, squirming on my fingers, making them slip further inside. I feel the spongy spot that will make him see stars and stroke over it. A burst of precum drips from his slit. With one swipe of my thumb, I capture it, lifting it up to his lips and painting it over his bottom lip. “Leave it,” I tell him as his tongue peeks out to lick at the slick shine. I want to lick it, to taste him on my tongue, moaning as I pull his lip in my mouth sucking firmly until I bite down. God, the noises he makes are going to make me come. Enough playing now. It’s time to get down to business.
Two fingers become three until he’s panting and his cock is oozing precum like a lazy volcano spewing the last of its magma. When I withdraw, the loosened muscles stay open for a moment. Satisfied he’s ready for me, I coat my very neglectedand eager cock and line up. As the head slips inside, and Drake’s eyes roll back in his head, I lean forward to grab his wrists and push his arms up over his head. Then, using my hips and core, I move inside him. Slowly at first, taking my time to revel in the ripples of the muscles gripping my cock and knowing that soon, it won’t be enough. Drake must feel the same way, and his legs wrap around me, his heels digging into my arse.
“You said it was going to be hard. Give it to me, Finn, fuck my arse like you own it. Make me yours.” He bites down on his lip as I release his hands and lean over him. I pull out, then slam back in.
It’s not enough; I want him to know I’m in charge now. “Get on your hands and knees. And remember, you asked for it.” As soon as he’s scrambled into position, I grab his hips and thrust hard inside him. His cry of pleasure spurs me on, and soon, I’ve got his shoulders, holding him half up from the bed, and I’m pistoning inside him. My balls slap against him as sweat drips down my face and torso. His back is shimmering with the same, the scars raised red welts across his back, but they only make him stronger, braver, and god, he’s mine.
“I’m gonna come,” he stutters out as I hit his prostate again and again. I love this angle!
I know my orgasm is building just as fast, and I want him to come first. I also want to watch him do it. Reluctantly, I pull out and flip him onto his back. I’m back inside him before he can put up a complaint. “Stroke your dick; I want to see you come.”
I keep up a rhythm, less punishing than a moment ago, but enough to get us both to the edge. I’m transfixed by his face as he pumps his cock fast; he’s close enough now for me to feel the quivering muscles as they tighten and get ready to grip me in a vice like grip.
“Come!” I command him and watch in awe as his back arches and thick, creamy spunk fires out, covering his fist,stomach, and chest. He must have been storing that up for some time. His muscles milk my cock as I pick up speed again, chasing the fire that’s burning through my blood to my balls. I know I’m gripping his shoulders hard, feeling my balls empty down my cock and into his hot channel.
As I slump forward, my hands now up by his head, Drake’s legs wrap around my waist, holding me firmly to him. His arms join in, and soon, I’m crushed in his grip.
“I’m gonna need to breathe again soon,” I chuckle into his ear.
“If you can laugh, you’re good,” he says and squeezes me tighter before letting his limbs drop to the bed.