Page 26 of Smut Lovers

Chapter Three

Rafe

F inally . Fucking finally, I had Finch Ackley exactly where I wanted him.

For four damn years now, I’d been obsessed with him—watching him on the television screen when he played, ogling him every time we were on the court together, and stalking his social medias, though he never posted anything other than his team’s stats, news articles about his team, and occasionally a few group photos.

More often than not, someone else was tagging him in their photos.

Finch was never one for crowds or parties, so when I walked into the hotel and didn’t spot him with his team, I wasn’t surprised.

Thankfully, I did find him in the small hotel restaurant getting something to eat.

And watching him cave for me had been glorious .

While his season was still ongoing, mine was not.

I was graduating in a few weeks, and I could put this school behind me along with this dumb as fuck rival between our schools.

There was nothing holding me back from Finch any longer, and I was pouncing while I had the chance.

Sure, Finch wasn’t supposed to have sex while the season was ongoing, but fuck his coach and their rules.

I’d waited four fucking years for this, and a stupid as fuck no-sex rule wasn’t going to stop me from obtaining what I wanted.

And I wanted Finch Ackley.

His room was on the third floor, and I thankfully didn’t run into any of his teammates on the way there or his coach.

If I’d run into his coach, it probably would have been a problem, and he would’ve called my coach to come get me, but I wasn’t bothered by his teammates.

They might try to start some shit, but their respect of their coach would push them to keep things civil.

Unless it was Damien fucking Michaels, who was known for speaking his mind. I swore something was going on between him and their head coach, Jett Hayes, but until something got confirmed, it was nothing more than speculation on my part.

After finding Finch’s room, I pressed the key to the door lock, then pushed it open.

Tossing the key on the TV stand, I let the door fall shut behind me, then took in his room.

His duffel bag was open on the other bed, and his clothes for the next day were neatly laid out.

His uniform had been neatly rolled up and stuffed inside, as well as the slacks and button down he’d worn for the post-game interview, which I’d taken the time to watch.

He’d been hot as fuck in that black button-down with his hair wet from his shower, but seeing him get all flustered when reporters had battered him with questions about what was said between us on the court and why he’d reacted so angrily, I’d damn near had to jack off right there in my hotel room.

But I’d refrained because I’d had a goal, and that was to come here and make Finch cave.

To give us both what we so clearly fucking wanted.

Toeing off my shoes, I pushed them to the side near the door, then made my way further into the room, already unfastening my jeans.

Not wanting to disturb the whole neat-thing Finch had going on, I took them off, then folded them and placed them on the bench beside the TV stand.

After doing the same with my shirt and socks, I took a seat in the chair in the corner of the room, waiting for Finch’s arrival.

Ten minutes later, the door made that little whirring sound, and I stood to my feet.

When he opened the door, I grabbed his upper arm and tugged him inside.

He sucked in a sharp breath of surprise, and as soon as the door was shut, I pushed him against it, my mouth meeting his in a hot kiss.

Immediately, the tension left his body, and he moaned softly, his hands coming up to grip my ribcage.

“You’re naked,” he breathed when I began to pepper kisses along his jaw.

“Not quite,” I rumbled before I sucked his earlobe into my mouth. He made a whining noise in the back of his throat that had my cock jerking in my boxers. Fuck, the noises he made were pornographic, and I’d barely even gotten started on taking him apart.

He boldy slid his hands down my sides, making me shiver, until he gripped the waistband of my boxers.

“We can change that,” he murmured, and then he was tugging my boxers down, letting them pool to the floor.

I growled when long, thick fingers wrapped around my cock.

Unbidden, my hips pushed forward, and a groan slipped from my throat at the feel of his hand on my cock.

“This is going to fucking hurt,” he choked out all while he swiped his thumb over the tip of my cock, smearing my precum around.

A dark chuckle spilled past my lips as I began making my way down his neck, my palms slipping up his shirt to inch the fabric up his torso. “I’ll make it hurt so fucking good,” I promised.

“Bold words.”

I lifted my head, letting my eyes meet his brown eyes. They were like melted chocolate as he stared at me, and his cheeks were flushed, his lips kiss swollen. I’d barely even gotten started on him, and he already looked debauched. It was a beautiful image I never wanted to part with.

“Think I can’t, baby?” I asked, cocking my head to the side the slightest bit.

He opened his mouth, closed it, opened it once more, and then shut it again. My lips quirked with amusement. “Lost for words, Ackley?”

“I think I want you to stop teasing me,” he finally rasped, his voice husky and deeper than usual.

“Say less.” With that, I tore his shirt over his head, then made quick work of his sweatpants, tugging them to the floor with his briefs. He kicked out of his slides, and as soon as he stepped out of his sweats and pushed them to the side, I dropped to my knees in front of him.

“What— fuuuuck , Rafe,” he choked out, his fingers diving into my hair as I swallowed him to the back of my throat.

His head fell back against the door with a thunk, and his thighs trembled as I began working him over.

His cock was proportionate with the size of his body, but I didn’t have a gag reflex, so taking his thick length to the back of my throat was no hardship.

When I glanced up at him from beneath my lashes, his eyes had closed to mere slits, and his breathing was labored.

A red flush had spread from his cheeks and down his neck, and his abs were contracting every time I bobbed my head over his pretty dick.

Keeping our eyes locked, I worked him faster and reached up, rolling his balls in my hand.

That was all it took. He moaned my name and spilled into my mouth. My eyes closed as I savored the taste of him, groaning as I swallowed every drop he was gracious enough to give me.

When he pushed my head back, I stood to my feet and gripped his chin, tipping my chin up to kiss him. Both of us were breathing hard, but I wasn’t taking the time to catch our breaths and slow our heart rates.

I was too fucking impatient to have him.

“On the bed,” I growled, taking a step back from him. “On your back.”

He frowned at me for a second, then followed my orders, laying on the queen-size bed that didn’t have his bag and clothes on it.

Once he was laid out flat, I crawled between his legs.

Throwing him a wicked smirk, I flattened my body to the bed and gripped the backs of his thighs, pushing his thighs up.

His eyes widened, but before he could get a word out, he was spread open for me, and my tongue was swirling around his rim.

“ Jesus ,” he breathed.

“Pretty sure Jesus didn’t eat ass,” I told him before I dove back in.

He laughed, then moaned. “How are you so good at this?” he asked, reaching up to grip the backs of his knees for me. I slid my hands down to spread his ass further apart. “I usually don’t enjoy this.”

I just hummed, determined even more now to make this fucking good for him. What man didn’t like having his ass eaten? I was one hundred percent a top, but even I enjoyed letting a man eat my ass out. It was an otherworldly experience.

“Rafe— fuck ,” he breathed when he finally softened enough for me to slip my tongue inside.

He clenched around me for a moment, then relaxed, his body sinking into the mattress.

I moaned, the sound vibrating through him, and he shivered.

“Rafe, you’re fucking killing me. Please just get inside of me already. ”

I pulled back and looked up at him, arching a brow. “I was.”

He scoffed and narrowed his eyes at me. “With your dick, asshole.”

I snorted. “I need to spread you open more, Finch. It’ll hurt if I don’t, baby.”

He shook his head and dropped his legs before leaning up to grab my arms, tugging me over him. I laughed as I looked down at him. “I don’t care. Make it hurt. I cannot fucking wait, Rafe. Just use a lot of lube.”

I snorted. “You got a container? Because all I brought was a packet.”

He jerked his chin toward his bag, a flush staining his cheeks. “In my bag. I always carry some.”

I narrowed my eyes at him and wrapped my hand around his throat.

He swallowed thickly, his eyes widening.

“Thought you couldn’t fuck during the season?

” My voice was low and dark. Possessiveness was riding me hard, and fuck , if I found out he’d brought lube to fuck someone else, I was going to lose my fucking mind.

He shook his head. “I haven’t. But that doesn’t mean I don’t get myself off, Rafe.”

My grip loosened all while the image of him jerking off bled into my mind—and fuck , it was a beautiful image.

Leaning down, I pressed a hard kiss to his lips. “Good.” Then, I was off the bed and heading for his bag to get the lube. His eyes tracked my movements.

“Good?” he asked. “What if I had?”

“We’d wait for whoever it was to show up, or I’d go hunt them down. And I’d make sure they understood you’re off fucking limits.”

When I turned to face him, the lube bottle in my hand, I’d expected him to look alarmed. Instead, his eyes had darkened even more, and he was gripping his stiff cock in his hand, lightly stroking himself. I smirked. “Does me being all possessive turn you on, baby?” I asked, moving over the bed.

Swallowing thickly, he nodded. “It shouldn’t, but it does,” he rasped.

I hummed. “Good. Get used to it because you’re fucking mine ,” I growled.

The little moan he rewarded me was music to my damn ears.