Page 19 of Forever Finn

“Get on your hands and knees,” he says slowly, his eyes dark and hungry.

I don’t need to be told twice. I scramble to obey, almost giving him a black eye with my kneecap in the process. He chuckles slowly, a lovely sound that washes over me as he strokes the length of my spine with his hand.

“Beautiful,” he mumbles.

I hear the quiet crinkling of a packet tearing as he sheathes himself with a condom. My whole body is trembling in anticipation as he skims his hot palm back up my spine, gripping the back of my neck and pushing my face down to the bed, pinning me with my arse in the air for him to use. My stomach clenches and my dick jerks. Fuck, I want that. I want him to hold me down and fuck me hard, using my hole however he wants.

Suddenly, I feel the thick, blunt head of his cock pressing against my opening. The pressure is immense as he slowly pushes inside of me, forcing my body to give and accept his possession of me, and it’s everything. The overwhelming burn, the hint of pain followed by the intense pleasure and fullness.

The breath rushes out of me in one short sharp burst, and he bottoms out, his balls hitting my skin.

“Fuck,” I moan. He feels fucking huge.

“Remember the colours,” he whispers as his body curves over mine and his breath ripples against my ear. I nod, unable to find the words, unable to even think, let alone articulate what I’m feeling in this moment. “Ready?”

“Do it,” I hiss. “Please.”

He rises on his knees, one hand still gripping the back of my neck, holding me exactly where he wants me, as he draws back slowly and then thrusts inside me deeply. A guttural groan rips from my throat, and my upper body simply melts into the bed, content to let him pin me. His fingers tighten around the back of my neck when he feels my complete surrender, and he fucks me harder and faster.

I’m in heaven. This is what nirvana must feel like. He’s pounding the hot little bundle of nerves deep inside me with every savage thrust, and it’s perfect.

This is what I’ve craved in the deepest, most secret part of my soul, to be completely and utterly owned. The smell of sweat and sex fills the air. Grunts and moans are the symphony we move to, like the most primal dance.

In that moment, he completely owns me, and I love it. He hammers into me, wrecking my hole. I’m so fucking close, I can feel my balls drawing up, tightening painfully with the need to come.

“Wyatt,” I gasp out.

He releases my neck, reaching under me and pulling me upright on my knees with his cock still buried deep inside me and my back pressed to his slick, sweaty chest. I lift my arms up over my shoulder reaching behind me and wrapping my hands around his neck, tangling in his long wild hair. Turning my face to the side, his mouth finds mine, his tongue thrusting in my mouth and punctuating the action with an equal thrust of his hips, grinding deeply inside me. I moan into his mouth as he reaches up and wraps one hand around my throat and the other around my dick.

It’s too much. He fucks into me, forcing my cock into his tightened fist as he squeezes my throat and it’s fucking game over. I come so hard, my vision whites out and my arse clenches tightly around the thick invasion of his cock, tearing a strangled cry from his lips as he pulses and empties inside me.

We both drop to the bed in a mad tumble of entwined limbs and erratic heartbeats, and I have never in my life felt so sated.

9

As I pull my jeans up over my hips and leave the top button undone, I gaze over my shoulder at the gorgeous man asleep in the bed behind me. He’s stunning, all long limbs, muscles, and golden skin. I’m tempted to just climb back into bed with him and wrap myself around him like a vine, but I don’t. I can’t. I need some time to think.

Stepping over the discarded pizza boxes with a fleeting smirk, I quietly slide open the door and step out onto the small, decked terrace. It’s a nice place he has here, albeit it a temporary one. It’s clearly a holiday rental with a short-term lease, a stark reminder that his time in the bay is most likely temporary as is mine. I have a whole other life outside of the bay, and this hasn’t been my home in a very long time.

I cross the decking on bare feet, my hands grasping the railing as I look out from the balcony and see the sea stretching out for miles beyond the rows of houses. It’s so peaceful here I think as I close my eyes briefly and draw in a slow lungful of fresh salty air.

I can already hear the gulls up high overhead, and although I can’t hear the boom and crash of the waves this far back from the water’s edge a peacefulness sweeps over me.

For a brief moment, I wonder what it would have been like if Cody hadn’t died. What would my life have been like? Would I ever have left the bay? After I was gone, I put it to the back of my mind and refused to think about the place I’d once called home, but being back here now, I realise how much I’ve missed it. How much I’ve missed Reed, Jesse, Deak and all the others. They’d been my family, more so than my parents ever had.

I shift slightly and feel the ache in my arse. I’m sore, but it was so fucking worth it. Last night Wyatt gave me exactly what I needed, not just physically but also some much-needed mental clarity. Now, in the cold light of day, I can see I need to make some very big changes in my life. I don’t want to hide anymore. I don’t want to pretend I’m straight because of the threat of bad publicity hanging over me.

I love acting, but I don’t love the kind of roles I seem to have been stereotyped into. I don’t want to be an action hero. I don’t want to blow shit up and save the world from terrorists. I’m not saying I want to do Shakespeare, but I sure as hell need to be in charge of my own career, my own destiny.

I need to come out, not for anyone else, but for me. I let the feeling wash over me and allow myself, for the first time in my life, to really think about what it would be like if I did. My parents probably wouldn't care either way. I know none of my family and friends in the bay would mind. In fact, I know they’d support me all the way, so would Sky. Okay, my manager would be majorly pissed and most of my movie roles would dry up pretty much overnight, but maybe this is a chance to remake myself. To be the person I’ve always wanted to be.

Fuck, that thought is scary as hell.

I shift again and the twinge in my arse sends another bolt of heat through me and colours my cheeks, once again drawing my mind back to the unconscious guy asleep in the room behind me. What the hell do I do about Wyatt?

“We need to have a conversation before next time about limits and safe words if that’s something you want to explore with me.”

Jesus, a sentence like that should have me running for the hills. My mind had barely registered them last night. All I could focus on at the time was getting his cock inside me, but now… I’m… aroused at the thought. I want that with him. Not because I finally have the opportunity to explore my sexuality, but because it’s him.