He stroked his fingers through Finn’s chest hair. “Yes, I’m ok. No, you didn’t hurt me. Yes, I want to do it again, and yes, I want you to keep telling me what to do during sex. I’m still hard from it.” To prove his point, he rocked his stiff erection into Finn’s thigh where it was slotted between his legs.
Somehow, he still had his jeans on.
Finn’s eyes darkened, and to Jaime’s surprise, he turned his body more fully into him and ground his re-hardening cock against his. “Good. I’m glad. But I’ll always check in, Jaime. And if there’s ever anything you don’t want to do?—”
“I’ll tell you,” Jaime said, cutting him off and reaching down to take Finn back in hand. “Now, I vividly recall saying exactly what Idowant you to do to me after I sucked your dick.”
Finn pounced.
Chapter 18
Finn
“Finn! Don’t drop me!”
Jaime clung to him as he carried him up the stairs, thrown over one shoulder.
Finn chuckled. “As if I’d ever drop you. I’m very strong, Jaime. But you should stop squirming if you want us to make it to the bed before I fuck you.”
Finn lightly smacked his ass to emphasize his point.
Jaime squawked, “Hey!”
It lacked real heat, though, and Finn could smell that carrying him up to their loft cave-man style and bouncing him on the heavily blanketed bed turned him on.
Somehow, even after being face-fucked, tossed over Finn's shoulder, and then dropped onto the bed only in his jeans, Jaime managed to land gracefully.
His hair was all askew, and his eyes were still watery and hooded, limbs sprawling and stretched out, and Finn couldn’t look away from him. He needed to study him. Thoroughly. Right now.
He’d never been able to look away from Jaime. How had he gotten so lucky? His mate was perfect.
Jaime smirked up at him. “You’re staring again.”
Finn chuffed and crawled his way up until he was hovering over Jaime, eyes dancing over long limbs and the expansive freckled planes of skin below him. “You’re beautiful. I told you. It’s going to take some time for me to get used to being able to look at you like you’re mine.”
Jaime’s smile softened, soothing Finn in ways he didn’t know he needed soothed. “I am yours.”
Jaime hooked his hands around Finn and yanked him down so that his full weight was pressed into him. “Now I want you to fuck me like I’m yours.”
Finn shuddered and growled into Jaime’s neck, lapping kisses and nips there, tasting his freckled collarbone, and felt a pulse and throb at the base of his cock intensify. His knot.
Fuck.
When had he forgotten that he was shifted? How was it possible that he was already so comfortable like this around Jaime?
The sight of his mate gripping his knot tight with both hands while he slurped down his cockhead, taking everything Finn gave him until he was pumping his load down his throat, will be seared into his memory forever. And his knot… he would never get used to the pulsing need for intense pressure and heat, the overwhelming urge to push his way in, and down, to stuff his cock so far into Jaime’s belly andpresswhile came.
Jaime had utterly destroyed him with that blowjob, and he didn’t think he had the strength to hold himself back again today.
“Yes. Yes. But I need to shift back, first.”
Jaime released his grip on Finn’s shoulders, allowing him to sit up a bit. He squirmed beneath him and gave an over-exaggerated pout. “But I like the purring.”
Finn chuckled, but said with gravity, “We’ll work up to it, baby. I do not want to hurt you. Let’s leave the knotting for another day.” As he said it, he shifted into his human form and settled back into the cradle of Jaime’s hips, adjusting to their far more normal height difference.
Jaime smirked and drifted his hands down from Finn’s shoulders to grab his ass. “I don’t think working up to it is going to be a hardship.”
Finn gave him a wolfish grin, still hard even after that earth-shattering climax he had downstairs, and rocked his hips. He dropped his voice low, the way he knew that Jaime liked. “I’ll do my best. Now, turn over.”
