Page 31 of Forever Finn

He nods his head, his eyes locked on me in the mirror as my fingers tighten across his mouth.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” I threaten in a soft croon. “I’m going to wreck this tight little arse of yours and you’re going to take it. By the time I’m finished with you, your pretty little hole will be used and stretched wide, dripping with my cum, and once I’ve finished inside you, I’ll leave you drenched in my semen.”

His eyes practically roll back in his head, and I can feel his body trembling in my arms, coiled tightly with need… the need to be owned… to be taken hard... to be used. Hell, who am I kidding it’s what we both need. I’ve never before met someone who’s own desire meshed so perfectly with mine.

I reach between us for his bound hands and press his fingers to my belly.

“If you need me to stop or slow down pinch me,” I tell him, noting his glazed eyes. He’s already sliding into that headspace only I have ever taken him to. It’s heady and potent, the knowledge that I can give him exactly what he craves. “Do you understand me, Finn?”

I give his hard cock a short sharp slap to get his attention, and he cries out, his dick squirting slightly across the dressing table.

“No!” I command sharply squeezing his balls. “You’re not coming until I say.”

He’s panting hard behind my hand as he nods. I release my hand for a moment so he can speak. “What are you going to do if you want me to stop?” I ask again.

“P-pinch,” he replies breathily.

“Good boy,” I growl against his ear as I clamp my hand over his mouth tightly and thrust deep inside him.

He cries out loudly behind my fingers as I fuck into him mercilessly. Reaching around, I grip his dick, ploughing into him so forcefully his dick shuttles back and forth in the tunnel of my fist.

“Scream for me, baby,” I pant against his ear. “No one can hear you. Take it… take my cock deep.”

He’s making a keening noise as I rut against him, my whole-body trembling from the intensity. I let go of his cock, wrapping my other hand around his throat, not enough to cut off his air but so he can feel owned… bound and completely possessed.

As soon as he feels my hand covering his mouth and my other hand wrapped around his throat as I thrust into him, he explodes across the surface of the table, coming hands free as thick streams of his cum spray across the dirty surface and splash up the mirror. The visual is so fucking sexy, coupled with his tight arse clamping around my dick like a vice, it pushes me over the edge, and I empty myself into him, crying out loudly as I rut against him a couple more times until I’m thoroughly spent.

We stand panting heavily as I release his mouth and throat, hearts pounding and bodies trembling from the intensity. I drop my head forward, resting against his back, and I know I’m completely fucked, and not just physically, because what I just experienced was so far beyond anything I’ve ever known. I may have had the illusion of control during sex, but one thing’s absolutely certain.

Finn Gallagher fucking owns me.

14

I’ve got this… all those years of acting should count for something I think to myself as I step out of Jesse and Deak's sliding doors onto their deck. The charred smell of barbecue and a decibel level to wake the dead assault my senses first. Their garden is filled with their friends all talking over each other and laughing loudly but still in amidst all that chaos I can still pick out his voice.

Wyatt…

My heart starts to pound irrationally, and my back starts to feel sweaty. I find myself wondering if I’m having a heart attack, I mean I have been under a lot of stress recently.

No one will hear you scream…

I suppress a shudder as my mind creeps back to the day before, to our secret date in the old derelict theatre. It’s crazy, in the short time I’ve been back in the bay and involved with Wyatt I seem to have developed an almost pavlovian response to the deliciously sexy growl of his voice.

I can do whatever I want to you, and no one can stop me…

I force myself not to look in his direction when I hear his laugh and force back the unexpected and unwelcome pang of jealousy that suddenly sweeps over me. I have no right to be jealous that I’m not the one making him laugh. After all, I’m the one who’s still firmly in the closet. No one other than Sky and Wyatt know I’m gay and until I figure out just what the hell I’m doing with my career it has to stay that way.

“Are you just going to stand there?” I hear Jesse’s voice, but as I turn in his direction, I get a face full of smoke from the barbecue.

“Sorry.” Jesse winces sympathetically, pounding my back as I proceed to try and cough up a lung.

He hands me a freshly opened beer, and as my hand wraps around the ice-cold bottle, I blink through the stinging tears in my eyes.

“S’okay.” I cough.

“I tried to convince Deak to get one of those outdoor gas grill things but being the caveman he is, he still insists on trying to make fire.” Jesse snorts as he watches his husband with a sickeningly sweet and indulgent but exasperated expression.

“Do I need to worry about food poisoning?” I grin.