By the time I made it into the bedroom, he was sprawled on his back on the sheets, the bedcovers now pooled at the bed’s foot. One hand was stroking his chest, while the other stroked his cock.
“Where’s your lube?” he asked, a drunken gaze meeting my own.
I padded to the nightstand and retrieved the lube and a condom. Finn snatched the packet out of my hands, tore it open with his teeth, and removed the rubber. Then he rolled onto his side and took my length down his throat until he gagged. I had to brace myself so I wouldn’t fall over.
In a blink, his mouth was replaced by the roll of latex sliding down my shaft. Task complete, Finn rolled back onto the pillow and stared up at me.
“I can’t remember wanting someone so bad in a long time,” he said, his voice small, almost tentative.
I climbed onto the bed, cupped his cheek, and kissed him. “You’ve got me, Finn.”
He melted into the pillow, a puddle of leanmuscle, auburn hair, and silky skin.
I grabbed the lube and squirted some into my palm, making sure my fingers were good and slick. Then, still kissing him, I reached down and slipped between his cheeks, rubbing my index finger back and forth against his hole. He puckered so hard at my touch that I wondered if we were going to make this work. I shouldn’t have worried. A hot second later, he was relaxed, and I could practically feel his hole begging for my digit.
I slipped inside.
He groaned.
I pressed deeper, searching for . . . there.
He reached up and gripped the pillows like they might fly away.
In and out, so slowly.
The pressure of his hole relaxed more.
I slid a second finger in, just a bit.
He clenched, then relaxed again.
I slipped all the way in, turning my fingers to stretch him wide.
One hand grabbed my head again, nails digging into my scalp.
“I need your cock, Chase. Please.”
My fingers slipped free as my other hand grabbed the lube again. Two quick squirts later, my rubber-coated cock was slick and every inch of his creaseand hole were drowning. With my slippery hand, I gripped his cock, coating it, too.
He squirmed and slapped my hand away. “I’ll come so fast if you do that. I’m so damn close already.”
“Then I need to fix that before we go on.”
His head craned up and brows knit together as I reached over and grabbed a cock ring from the still-open drawer. He squirmed as I slid it over his shaft, then collared his balls. The second it snapped into place, his cock throbbed, harder than before.
“Now, where were we?”
His head fell back against the pillow, and his hands rose to lie above his head in complete submission.
Bracing his calves on my shoulders, I lined myself up and pressed the tip of my cock against his rim.
The pressure was instant.
Then it receded, but only a bit.
I pressed forward, my head slipping inside him.
One hand flew up to grip my arm. “Easy. It’s been a while.”
