“Finn,” I gasped as his finger slid between my ass cheeks, massaging my hole while he took me back down his throat. My eyes slammed shut as he pushed inside me, and I cried out, “No. I’ll fucking come. You know I will.”
He groaned around my dick, which only made my control slip further. He pulled off, spun me around, and ripped my trousers to my ankles. My hands were released, and I slammed them against the wall as he grabbed my ass and buried his face in it, licking, kissing, and fucking my ass with his tongue. A raw, choked cry caught in my throat as he pressed me harder against the wall, trapping my twitching cock between my stomach and the hard surface.
“Is this what you want, Enzo?” he growled, pulling my cheeks apart and spitting on my hole. “You want me to make you mine again?”
“Si,” I panted with my forehead glued to the wallpaper. “I’ll do anything.”
“Fuck the wall while I fuck your ass with my tongue and fingers. I need you ready for me. But don’t you dare come. That belongs to my cock.”
I groaned, my eyes rolling because I’d missed my dominant, possessive Finn and his filthy commands. My hips snapped forward, rolling my dick up the wall as his tongue delved back into my hole. Each forward thrust, as he worked his fingers into my ass—stretching me, prepping me—pressed my cock between my stomach and the hard surface, making it harder to think straight. The urge to wrap my hand around my dick and fuck myself while he fucked me was too much, but I knew Finn wouldn’t allow it. Not until he said.
I was teetering on the brink of a mind-blowing orgasm when a third finger entered me, pressing against that spot that left me blind with pleasure. I was so fucking close. Sweat coated my skin, and my whole body was taut with tension as I tried to keep it from taking over.
“Finn,” I cried as his fingers fucked me harder and deeper, driving my hips forward so my dick dry-humped the wall. I was fucking losing it. “I can’t. I can’t—”
His fingers left me just as the peak of pleasure nearly took hold. My knees buckled as a shattered cry fell from my lips. Before my knees hit the carpet, my body was slammed back against the wall, caged by his strength as he entwined our hands and held them against the wall. He peppered my shoulder blades with kisses as he rolled his hips into mine, his cock sliding slowly between my ass cheeks. Again. And again.
“Finn, please,” I panted, my voice pure desperation. I felt him smirk against my back, knowing he had me exactly where he wanted me. At his mercy. “I need you so fucking badly you have no idea.”
“Don’t I?” he husked, letting go of one of my hands to reach around and wrap his around my throbbing cock. He flicked his thumb over my slit, swiping away the pre-cum. A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest into my back as I jolted and whimpered. “I have some idea. I need to be inside you just as fucking bad.”
His cock found my entrance, and he pushed in slowly. My mouth fell open, my forehead pressed against the wall as the delicious sting of him claiming me sent sparks through my entire body. Fuckkkk. There was no better feeling in the world than having him inside me. He groaned, deep and full of barely restrained desire, as he eased himself in, inch by inch. He let go of my cock and wrapped his arm around my chest, pressing his palm against my pounding heart until he was fully inside and still.
“Enzo.” His deep voice was laced with so much emotion that it caught in his throat.
He dropped his forehead to my shoulder and rolled it, holding himself still inside me, letting me get used to the sensation of being full again. But I didn’t need to get used to it. It felt like fucking home. I never felt more myself than when this man was inside me.
His hips shifted back, dragging himself through my ass before thrusting back in and knocking the air from my lungs. I closed my eyes, panting hard as I surrendered to every slow, deep claim he made, taking me back to the edge in seconds. I couldn’t stop the rapidly building pressure this time. I came hard, my ass clenching around him, but he didn’t change his slow rhythm or lose control. Instead, he milked every drop of pleasure from me, holding my body to his as I fell apart, shooting my release up the fucking wall.
When the orgasm faded, my arms hung at my sides, my body so relaxed that I could barely hold myself up without the wall and Finn’s slow thrusts. He kissed my neck and ran his hands over my chest, caressing and worshipping as if I were a piece of living art.
“You did so well,” he whispered as I slowly regained my senses. “Now you’re nice and relaxed for me.”
I knew what that meant, and my heart sped up again, excitement and adrenaline surging through me because he was nowhere near done. He was just getting started. He pulled out of me and walked backwards towards the king-size bed in the centre of the room. I turned slowly, leaning against the wall and watching him in a daze, unsure whether my legs would work yet.
He kicked off his trousers and wrapped his hand around his dick, stroking himself slowly as his dark gaze travelled over my body. I knew I looked different from how I used to. Finn used to be the muscular one, but now I wasn’t only taller than him but bigger too. My body was still lean, packed with hard, bulging muscles from years dedicated to fitness and weights. And from the way he licked his lips and the angry veins throbbed in his cock, he liked the new me just as much.
He sat on the edge of the bed, still stroking himself as he drank me in. My eyes followed the movement, and my own dick hardened again at the sight of him.
“On your knees,” he ordered. It wasn’t even a choice for my body to resist. I did so immediately. “Crawl to me.”
I fell to my hands and knees and crawled towards the bed, keeping my gaze locked with his until I was between his legs. His cock was right there, so fucking close I wanted to taste it, but when Finn was in full Dom mode, I wouldn’t dare until he said so.
“Later,” he said, as if he could read my thoughts. “Come here.”
I climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs, and my fingers clawed through his hair. His rough hands grabbed my ass, hoisting me up so he could position himself at my hole again.
“I want you to ride me, Enzo. Slowly. Make yourself come again. Only then will I fuck you the way those pretty blue eyes beg me to.”
His cock slipped inside, easier this time because he’d already been there, but I still groaned at the intrusion. He let go of myass and leaned back on the mattress so he could watch me lower myself onto him.
“Holy fuck,” he swore, throwing his head back when I was fully seated on his cock. My hands raked through his hair. I forced him to look at me again so he could watch as I started to ride him, slow and deep, lifting myself up and down while my hard cock bobbed between us with each movement.
Our eyes locked, and our heavy breaths fell into sync as the intensity of this intimate position sent the sensations to a whole new level. Unable to stay apart a second longer, our lips met in a crash of need and devotion. My hands tore through his hair while his clawed at my back. He lifted his hips to meet my every thrust, and soon we found the perfect rhythm of lovemaking that had us both shaking as we fought to hold back from coming too soon. Neither of us wanted this to end.
“Cazzo, I missed this so fucking much,” Finn moaned into my lips. “I missed you.”
My heart nearly leapt out of my chest at those words. I could have fucking cried. I wouldn’t, but I could have. Instead, I told him how I really felt.
