Page 17 of Forever Finn
“Pizza.” I decide as I lean back in to kiss him, plunging my tongue into his mouth. My fingers tangle in his beard as the kiss turns hot and filthy. I pull back, panting, my eyes fixed on his kiss-swollen lips. “We can eat it later—” I hook my fingers through his belt loops, tugging him away from the counter. “—in bed.”
“Finn,” Wyatt growls.
“Where’s the bedro—” My words are lost as he takes my mouth again and I feel like my whole body has burst into flames.
He powers me back, slamming me against the fridge, and it rocks slightly against our combined weight. His mouth devours mine as my eyes roll back in my head and an embarrassing noise escapes my lips, muffled by his mouth. My whole-body flushes, and I’m dizzy at the feel of him pinning me beneath his powerful body.
He reaches for the hem of my shirt, his fingers leaving a burning trail in their wake as they skate up my ribs. We break our kiss just long enough for him to yank my shirt over my head and toss it carelessly to the floor.
I’m lost. Adrift in a sea of overwhelming sensation, the taste of his tongue, the damp and uniquely appealing scent of his freshly washed skin, the feel of his long fingers running through the dark hair at my chest.
His thumbs brush over my sensitive nipples, and I gasp. I’m not a virgin, by any means. I’ve had hard and fast hook ups, rushed fumbles, but I’ve never had this, never had a lover take the time to learn my body.
Wyatt pulls back from our kisses, content to watch me as I pant lightly, learning my reactions to his touch. Suddenly he pinches my nipple hard, and I let out a cry as my eyes roll, a bolt of pure pleasure shooting down into my stomach.
“Thought so,” he murmurs, rubbing his lips teasingly over mine. “You like it more intense, don’t you… the edge between pain and pleasure?”
My lungs are burning, the words are hovering on my tongue, but I can’t. Shame colours my cheeks as I stare down at his chest.
“Finn.” His voice rumbles low and delicious. “Look at me.” I slowly do as he says, meeting his intense gaze as he studies me. “Tell me what you want.”
“I…” The words won’t come.
I’m so close to having what I want, what I’ve craved for so long, but there’s still a small part of me that’s afraid. There’s also a part of me feeling reckless, and the two halves are at war with each other.
“Finn,” he breathes, a small, concerned frown. “Have you done this before, with a man, I mean? I know you said you’d never slept with a woman, but I assumed—”
“I’ve…” I hesitate.
“Whatever you tell me is between us,” he says earnestly. “There’s no judgement here. Just be honest with me. Let me give you whatever it is you need.”
“I’ve had sex with men,” I admit. “I mean, not a lot. There were always NDAs involved.”
“Do you want me to sign an NDA?” he asks sincerely.
“No.” I frown. “No, I… I trust you,” I tell him, and even as the words leave my mouth, I know they’re true. “The other men… they were usually pretty twinks, not that I didn’t like that, but they’re not the type I would go for.”
“What is your type?” He smiles slowly.
“Tall, muscled, strong…” I flush. “Very masculine.”
“What made you go for the others?” he asks curiously, and I shrug.
“Several things, I suppose, circumstances, curiosity.” I frown thoughtfully, trying to be honest with myself as much as him. “Because I was bigger, more masculine, I felt there were certain… expectations.” I could see the understanding in his eyes. “Because of my size, my build, my public persona…”
“You felt they expected you to be in charge?” he asks. “But that’s not what you want, is it? That’s not what you crave?”
I shake my head slowly, and I can feel my cheeks heating.
“I’m vers,” he tells me. “You could top me, and I’d enjoy that, but I’m guessing that’s not what you want.”
I shake my head again.
“Tell me what you want,” he rumbles against my mouth as he leans in closer. “The truth.”
“I want you to fuck me…” I whisper, looking up into his eyes and feeling my body tremble against his. “Hard. I want you to use my body. I want you to hold me down and force me to take what you give me.”
The words have barely left my mouth when his lips crash against mine once again, his tongue plunging into my mouth as his grip on me tightens. I feel his long fingers wrap around my throat and squeeze, not enough to cut off my air, but enough to show me who’s in charge.