"Slow,"Finn repeated Prince's words, taking more of him in, pausing every so often to let his body adjust until Prince was fully seated inside him.
"Hurts," Finn whimpered, feeling the stretch that had his erection softening.
"I know, baby," Prince whispered, kissing his chest then his neck.He rubbed Finn's lower back and legs, the gentle distraction easing the pain and coaxing it slowly into something warmer, something that had his cock stirring back to life.
On instinct, Finn rolled his hips slightly, lifting and then sinking back down, clenching around Prince as he moved, moaning softly when a sweet sensation rippled through his entire body.
"Oh fuck, baby," Prince groaned, his hot breath ghosting over Finn's neck and ear."So tight, so fucking good."
Prince gripped his waist, helping guide his movements.What started out slow gradually intensified, and Finn thought for a moment that everything he had felt on the beach in Bermuda was nothing compared to this.His entire core was on fire.His body was screaming for release.
Finn's arms tightened around Prince's neck, his moans echoing loudly in his ear and possibly in the room.But he didn't care about the way Prince felt inside him; he couldn't hide his response.His legs shaking as he moved up and down, rolling his hips, fucking himself on Prince's cock, taking every thrust and every inch.
"Fuck, baby, you feel so good."
Prince grabbed his throat, pulling him into a kiss as he lay him back and deepening his movements.Finn's legs wrapped around Prince's waist, his heels digging into his ass.His cock was sandwiched between their bodies, rubbing against their stomach, sending sweet sensations all over Finn.And he knew he wouldn't last long.Prince turned them on their side, changing the movements and the depth of his thrusts.
"Prince, I need," he gasped, unable to finish his words, when Prince pegged his prostate.
"Shit," Prince cursed, taking Finn's cock in his hand, stroking it to the rhythm of his thrusts, pressing on the head of his erection, driving him crazy.And with his other hand, he tweaked Finn’s sensitive nipples.
"Mm...fuck, Prince, please.I...I can't..."he moaned, burying his face in Prince's neck, biting on his skin.
Prince's hips lost their steady rhythm, hitting his prostate, sending Finn over the edge cumming on Prince's hand.Before the orgasmic wave could settle, or his cock to soften, Prince flipped him on his back, grabbed his legs, and widened them, fucking Finn hard.
All Finn could do was hold on to Prince, moaning and calling his name.Prince leaned down and captured his mouth, taking every one of his whimpers, his breath.Finn's heart beat wildly against his ribs as his mind became hazy, and he felt consciousness draw closer and closer to what could only be described as a pleasurable death as he came once more, moaning into their kiss.Followed by Prince's body stiffening on top of him, a long, deep groan, and a wave of heat seared his inner walls.
Prince separated their mouths and buried his face in Finn's neck.Air filled his lungs as he wrapped his arms around Prince, feeling their connection grow.
It was worth the wait, Finn thought.Giving my first time to Prince was everything I imagined and more.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Finn thanked the bartender, then turned to scan the banquet room, feeling like an imposter.This was not his kind of thing.He did not do fancy dinners or extravagant parties, but it was now his world thanks to Bevin and Prince, who had invited him to the event.It was a birthday party for a friend of the Sullivan family, Nathan Wang.It was being held at the five-star Clarevon Hotel.
"I didn't expect to see you here, but I guess now that you're Prince's new toy, I should get used to it," came a snarky comment.
Finn told himself to ignore Roderick and was about to walk away when the man stepped into his path.Finn didn’t know what the hell the man's problem was.It wasn’t as if they were friends, and he didn’t think they were enemies either.The last time he saw Roderick was the day before his accident, when they had words, which it seemed was about to happen again.
"You don't belong here, kid," Roderick whispered.
Finn looked up, no anger in his voice."What makes you say that?"
"Because these aren't your kind of people," he said with a proud smile."They are of the sophisticated variety.And you..."he eyed Finn up and down with a scowl as if he smelled something unpleasant, "are trash."He smiled smugly, seeming to think he would get a rise out of Finn.
"I see."Finn set his drink back down on the bar and looked at Roderick.He really wanted to punch the rude fucker square in the face, but he kept it cool for a couple of reasons.One, Finn looked good in the suit he was wearing, which he had bought with his own money.And two, he didn’t want to cause a scene and embarrass Bevin and Prince."How do you put your pants on?"
"What?"Roderick asked in confusion.
"How the hell do you put your pants on?"Finn asked again."By the way you describe these people, I'd suspect they magic them on rather than pull them on one leg at a time."He smirked, watching the smugness drop from Roderick's face.Finn stepped closer and straightened Roderick's disheveled collar."Didn't your rich mommy and daddy ever teach you never to judge a book by its cover?"
Finn grinned."You're the kind of man who thinks the world is his oyster and anyone who doesn't fit in your perfect rich barrel isn't cut out to stand beside him."Finn tsked."That's quite a sad life, Rod.You see people as commodities and nothing else.So that you and I don't get our wires crossed, stay the fuck away from me in the future.Because right now, I'm holding myself back from punching the shit out of you.Or is that too trashy for you?"
Finn stepped around Roderick and had only gotten maybe two steps away before the man spoke again.
"You're only a fling to him, you know.He's just playing with you because you're young.Once he's had his fill, he'll discard you like yesterday's news."
Finn turned to face him."And who says I'm not doing the same to him?"
