“That’s it sweetheart, you’re gonna make me come… Hmpf!” My ass clenches down on his cock as it swells deep inside me and I feel his release paint my insides.
My legs shake as I come down from the euphoric high. Unable to hold myself up any longer, I fall on top of him, my release between us. We both lay there gasping for breath when I hear it.
“What the fuck is that?”
“MEOWWWW.”
I move off him so we are both lying on our back when I hear it again.
“MEOWWWW.”
“Have you thought about getting Gallifrey a girlfriend?” Finn chuckles.
He gives one final “MEOWWW,” before a loud thud can be heard through the paper-thin walls.
Finn looks at me, his chest still heaving as he struggles to catch his breath. “Do I need to check on him?”
“Ugh, he is so dramatic!”
Laughter rings out as we lose ourselves in a fit of giggles. I can take my eyes off him, his smile wide, his eyes dancing with mischief. How can I not love him?
We laugh. Even through the ups and downs of my struggles to find and love myself, we laughed. And through the struggles of Finn finding his way out of a life that would have left him dead, the proof all around him, we still managed to see the light in the darkness. Even if it’s in the form of a horny feline on the other side of the wall.
CHAPTER26
Finn
I suckin a lung full of oxygen in the midst of a Spencer induced laughing fit. Happiness beats a rhythm inside my chest, making me feel free. It’s Spencer’s own personal rhythm. My heart is growing accustomed. My future is wide open, and for once, I have the strength and love of a partner standing at my side.
Seeing the smile on his face is infectious. Fuck, everything about him is infectious. And… he’s mine! Our laughter eventually dies, but the smiles don’t.
“I love you,” I say, in an almost whisper. “You make me dream of a better future.”
Spencer rolls to his side, tangling our limbs, a mess still between us but long forgotten.
“No,” he says with a small shake of his head. “You’ve been dreaming of it all along. I’m just lucky enough to witness it happen.” He kisses me slowly and gently before resting his forehead on mine. “I love you!” he whispers. “You make me love the person I am when I’m around you.”
“Nah,” I say back, a smirk playing on my lips. “He has been in you all along. I’m just lucky enough to watch him shine.” The sentiment holds true even through our burst of laughter.
The situation, cold and sticky between us, can’t be ignored any longer.
“Let me get us cleaned up.”
Spencer just hums sleepily as I detangle our limbs and head into the bathroom. Grabbing a washcloth, and wetting it with warm water, I come back to Spencer lying in the middle of the bed, sex hair sticking up all over and his eyes closed. I wipe the cum from his stomach before gently wiping around his well-used hole, balls and thighs where my cum had dripped.
Out like a light, Spencer doesn’t even stir, and I can’t help but chuckle. I pull the blanket up over him before throwing the towel in the hamper. That’s when it starts again…
“MEOW! MEOOOOW!”
Dude, you got to show some restraint!
Shaking my head, because it’s too fucking cold for this shit, I slip on a pair of sweats, go over to Spencer’s and come back with a smug looking Gallifrey.
I wonder how warm summer will get in Maine. Maybe I should have looked into that. This place is a shock to my fragile California skin.
I place Gallifrey on the end of the bed while I take off my sweats and crawl under the sheets with Spencer.
He gasps, “why are you so cold?”
