Page 97 of Kill Your Darlings

I was still wondering about it as he urged me over and onto my knees.This was his favorite part, and I liked being able to give him exactly what he what he wanted, what he needed.It was always easy and light with Finn.My thighs were widely parted, forehead resting on my folded arms, smiling a little as he took his time with warm fingers and oil that smelled like driftwood.When he began to press his very large cock into me, I concentrated on my breathing, on relaxing my muscles.I focused on the always strange, always confusing sensation of being filled—of being shared.

Finn pushed in, I gasped at the familiar shock, and he began to thrust, thrust, thrust—before withdrawing.And then all over again.The prod, the push, the piercing me with careful, calculated deliberateness, changing angle, thrusting more deeply, thrust, thrust, thrust.

I moaned in time to his deep grunts, the guttural sounds he made with each thrust.

“Uhn…”

“Uhn…”

“Uhn…”

It was such a bewildering sensation to be taken.I felt helpless.Iwashelpless.But I wanted it, too.Part of the helplessness was desire.I wanted this.I wanted him.Always.

“Your smell, your taste, the sounds you make,” Finn gasped with each thrust.“You’re perfect, Keiran.”

He was always so loving, so sweet, trying so hard to reassure, but truthfully, I didn’t need reassurance about this.I knew he loved fucking me, that my complete and total submission turned him on like nothing else.I loved having that power.But it wasn’t about power.It was about the ability to make him happy.

It all felt so good.That was the truth.

The dangerously teetering world suddenly locked back into place.

Finn reached beneath my belly, found my penis and tugged it back into life—and that was unexpected.The scrape of his thick cock inside me, his hand rubbing me with unusual roughness, not hurting me, but less restrained than usual.It startled me, excited me a little.Those intense but different feelings created a sudden shock of fluttering, flustered sensation that spread, expanded, and suddenly rolled through me in a giant rush.

I yelled in inarticulate reaction, coming a second time, dimly aware of Finn’s orgasm flooding me, hot, sticky.My thighs shuddered, muscles clenching tight around Finn who was coming in gasps of wet heat, groaning deep in his throat as though he’d been mortally wounded, his hands biting into me reflexively, and then trying to smooth away any hurt.

We collapsed in a hot, damp tumble.I was wet and wobbly, inside and out, and Finn’s breath was coming in hot gasps against my ear.

Another of those funny shuddery half-laughs, half-sobs escaped me, and Finn wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close.“All right?”His voice was gruff.

I nodded.

“It was good?”

“Always.”

“I didn’t hurt you?”

“Never.”

He leaned his forehead against my forehead, gently rubbed his nose against mine.Kunik.As kids we called itEskimo kisses.

I smiled, made a sound of amusement in my throat.

He whispered, “I love you so much.”

My throat closed.Inarticulate in the aftermath.

We drifted in a silence somehow more restful than sleep.

I listened to the waves.

The soothing beat and boom of the incoming tide.

I’d been awake for a while, thinking, trying not to worry.The sound of the ocean woke me before the alarm.Had we set an alarm?The night before seemed a long time ago.

It took me a moment to sort out the days.Right.It was Saturday.

We were going to see Judge Baldwin.