Page 18 of Forever Finn
“You want me to be rough?” he pants between kisses, and I let out another embarrassing sound of utter need.
My dick is like steel grinding up against him, and I know, no matter how many other guys I’ve messed around with and enjoyed, I’ve never been this hard before.
“Wyatt,” I pant. “Take me to your bed. I want to be naked beneath you. I want you buried so deep inside me, I don’t know where you end and I begin.”
He pulls back suddenly, and I immediately miss the warmth of his body pressed to mine. Quietly, he takes my hand and leads me from the kitchen through the house and up the stairs and into his bedroom.
I barely pay any attention to the room, registering only the huge comfortable looking bed with the midnight blue sheets and the heat of Wyatt’s chest as he presses against my back. I can feel the heat of his skin and the rough friction of his hairy chest. My nipples pebble as he leans in and nips the juncture of my neck where it meets my shoulder.
His arms snake around me, reaching for my jeans. Popping the buttons, his warm palm slides into my boxers and fists my aching cock. I let out a deep moan as my head falls back against his shoulder, and I can feel the little puffs of warm air from his lips against my ear.
“I’m not going to go easy on you,” he rumbles quietly. “I’m going to have you sobbing and begging, your tight hole stuffed full of my dick. I’m going to ride you so hard, until you can’t think, can’t breathe, until all you will be able to focus on is how wide I’ve stretched you.”
I whimper. The lewdness of his words seems loud and obscene in the silence of the room, but I want it. Oh god I want what he’s offering me. I want him to take me apart. I want him to own me. I need it.
“Do it,” I whisper harshly, as his grip on my dick tightens, and I have to fight the urge to come already.
“You know the traffic light system?” he pants as he releases my dick and spins me around, backing me toward the bed.
“Green for go, yellow for slow down, red for stop,” I pant.
Just because I’ve never participated in a power exchange dynamic before, it doesn’t mean I haven’t researched it, especially when I began to suspect where my preferences lay.
“Good,” he mutters, sending me a heated smile as he pushes me back onto the bed, shoving my jeans and boxers down my legs.
He yanks off my boots and socks and dumps my clothes on the floor, leaving me completely naked. Strangely enough, I don’t feel self-conscious, just needy as I scoot further up the bed, fisting my cock and giving it a tight squeeze as I watch him strip off his jeans. He retrieves a condom and lube and sets them on the bedside table.
“We need to have a conversation before next time about limits and safe words if that’s something you want to explore with me.” He crawls slowly up the bed and a shiver of anticipation ripples through my body. “But tonight, I think we both just need a release. I don’t know about you, but I’ve been desperate for you since the first night I saw you.”
His body covers mine and I suck in a sharp breath at the feel of all that hot skin pressing me into the mattress. “I want you, Wyatt,” I pant as I lift my head and once again press my mouth to his.
His tongue plunges into my mouth and it’s a claiming. There’s no other way to describe it. He grinds against me, our mingled precum making the slide of our cocks a delicious ache. His hands reach up and tangle in my hair, gripping hard and dragging my head back, forcing my neck and spine to arch as he trails hot nips and kisses down my throat. My fingers dig into his shoulders, my head dizzy, greedy with want.
He releases my hair so he can move further down my body, lavishing my chest with the same open mouth kisses. His tongue drags across my sensitive peaked nipples and as he bites one, a cry tears from my lips making my dick jerk.
“Wyatt, please,” I groan loudly.
He pauses only long enough to slick his fingers with lube before swallowing my cock. The sudden hot wet suction of his mouth has me arching again, my fingers gripping his hair tightly as I thrust helplessly into his mouth.
“Sorry… shit, sorry I didn’t mean to.”
He releases my dick with a pop, eyes burning as he watches me. I feel his fingers circling my hole as he settles between my spread legs. The feeling is incredible. I’ve never let anyone do this. I’ve tried myself, even fucked myself with a dildo, but it’s completely different feeling someone else’s touch.
“Do it,” he rasps, breathing heavily. “Pull my hair and fuck my mouth. I like it rough.”
“Fuck, you need to stop talking,” I grate from between clenched teeth. “Unless you want me to come straight away.”
“Don’t worry.” He grins. “You’re not coming until I say so.”
He lowers his head and wraps those talented lips around my dick, but as he does, he slides one slick finger inside me. The dual sensation of hot wet heat and the slick penetration has me gasping and fisting the sheets either side of me while shamelessly spreading my legs.
I can’t help myself. I grasp his hair and fuck into his mouth while riding his finger, which becomes two, then three. The stretch feels perfect, and then suddenly he curls his fingers, raking his fingertips over my prostate, and lightning bursts behind my eyelids. I arch sharply, and my mouth falls open on a silent scream.
Seeming to know how close I’m riding to the edge, he pulls back, withdrawing his fingers and grasping the base of my dick so tightly, I hiss, while his other hand tugs my balls. The pain is so closely mixed with the pleasure I can’t separate it, but it has its intended result and I dance back from the edge of oblivion, panting heavily, a fine sheen of sweat misting my skin.
“Like I said,” he rumbles in that deliciously dirty tone, “not until I say.”
“Wyatt, please,” I whisper.